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hotdamnhunnam · 3 months
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On Your Knees
A/N: So as I noted in this teaser thingy, I don’t really intend to be back on tumblr actively, BUT I just couldn’t resist writing for Kai!! This fic will be smutty, while also providing a bit of backstory that I feel he needs and deserves honestly. I fucking love this guy 💗
Pairing: Kai x F!Reader Warnings: smut (p in v, oral), swearing, dom!Kai, dirty talk (but it’s not until Part 2 that shit gets degrading and dark) Word Count: ~3.8k
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“On your knees.”
It’s been forever and a day, since you last laid your eyes on Kai. Since then you’ve searched for him across the whole entire fucking sky. Whatever words you had expected him to say… you never would have dreamt of these.
On your knees.
The blood in your veins is on fire; it burns as the blue of his gaze starts to freeze. The blaze rises higher, so desperate to melt down this fortress of ice that you hadn’t believed you would find. Paid the rumors no mind—he’s a bounty hunter or a gun for hire, who would sell his soul to any well-paying buyer, or so everybody agrees—yet you’ve come here to seek out the true heart of gold that you know lies behind. But all gold can be sold and it seems that he’s taken his fees.
And now he’s set on taking whatever he damn well may please.
Your voice escapes your throat pathetically. “Kai, it’s me…”
Cocks his head. Lifts his brow. Silent laughter at what you just said. Obviously. But who you are doesn’t mean shit to him now. “Aye, I see.”
You might just choke. The heart that never once stopped beating for this godforsaken rogue just fucking broke.
He snickers down as if the beating of your heart is just a joke. The curl of those cruel lips holds even more force than his words. And that’s what brings you to your knees and makes you weak, so weak it hurts, as he comes close and rests his palm against your cheek, piercing your soul straight to the core with just one stroke.
Straight to the core. Summon what strength you have to speak, unsure whether the vows that you once made have any value anymore. “I’ve come back to you just as I swore…”
“Of course,” he utters as those ice-blue eyes seek out and strike the deepest truth in yours. “You’ve come to me just as you were before: still nothing but a worthless fucking whore.”
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--- Years Earlier ---
“Impressive.”
You smile over your shoulder as he comes up from behind to wrap his arms tightly around you, in a warm embrace that’s all at once affectionate and aggressive. Passionate and possessive. Just as his touch is every night when he pins you to bed and pounds you.
Kai is wildly impressed to see you standing tall at the helm of this ship where he’s found you. The ship is in shambles and beaten down, long since abandoned here out on the plains past the outskirts of town. Still the grandeur of spacefaring vessels like this never fails to astound you. The freedom that they represent gives you hope that someday you and Kai might escape from this planet that’s bound to the rule of a ruthless imperial crown.
Yet this starship is broken and dead. It feels good to stand here for a bit and pretend you can steer it—steer something for once in your life so that you can cling onto what little is left of your spirit, forge on towards the future instead of just having to fear it… but you know it’s best not to let false hope get to your head.
“You’d make a fetching pilot, love,” Kai purrs into your ear while he plants kisses on the soft skin of your neck. “So fucking hot I think you might stir up the engine of this wreck. Won’t be surprised if you just up and fly it off.”
The laughter on your lips melts into his, as you lean back to taste his kiss. “I wish I could. The two of us would fuck shit up in space so good.”
“Aye, that we would.”
For now Kai is more than content to fuck you up against the window of this spacecraft and you both know that’s exactly what’s in store. Know you were put upon this planet just to serve him as his filthy little whore. On any planet you would always be just that and nothing more.
Through the layers of both of your clothes you can feel the thick length of his shaft, pressed up against your lower half. Desperate hands reach into his pants to set him free and grasp at every perfect inch of him that you exist to worship and adore.
“Impressive,” you echo his words from before.
He chuckles in that playfully suggestive, sinful way that always hits you in the slick heat of your core. The man knows he’s massive. He wields his cock like a damn weapon of war.
But with you it’s a war fought for love and he makes it so pure.
It’s just unfathomable to you that this man is fucking yours.
You’ve only ever been to this small corner of the vast expanse of space, yet when you look upon his face, you have no doubt that he’s the most beautiful man in all the universe.
As ever in his presence you’re tempted to fall on your knees. It’s your favorite position: to kneel before him in submission. To swallow his cock till he fills your throat with his delicious release. Kai knows this but is ever the tease. He knows just what you’re wishing, but holds you up right where you are to prevent you from sinking so he can keep kissing your lips, one hand gripping your hips, while the other roams over the parts of your body that nobody else ever sees.
“K-Kai please…”
“What is it you want?” he sadistically taunts, and then animalistically grunts, as he feels the wetness of your cunt.
You can’t speak, at the touch of his fingers exploring the treasures they seek.
So he feeds you the words. “This big cock in that sweet little mouth of yours?”
“Yes—please, yes…!” you gasp, heightening his desire as well as your own as you handle his hardness with long strokes and squeezes, loving how it throbs in your tightening grasp.
Kai loves making you plead, getting off on the way that you moan for him over and over again. Till he’s ready to finally provide what you need. Ready now then he reckons. A wicked smirk crosses his mouth and it threatens to end you this second. “Indeed. Since you’re beggin’.”
At last then he lets you sink down to the floor, where you instantly bury your face in his crotch and start slobbering madly all over his cock because this is what you fucking live for.
He smells and tastes simply divine. Better than any man fucking should. Smash your nose in the fine golden hairs at the base of his dick and get drunk on his scent like it’s wine… swipe your tongue up the length in a sensuous line…God it’s good. The salt and sweetness and the musk with earthy undertones of wood. You know nothing of what gods exist in this world or the next, other than being certain that Kai is a living breathing god of sex.
His fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you closer into him and holding you right fucking there. It’s heaven when he plows your throat. No other feeling could compare. You reach to clutch at the firm muscles of his ass and meet his blue gaze as you eagerly wait for him to unravel and explode. The twinkle in his eye reminds you that you’re his and that he never wants to share, just as he’s yours and no one else deserves the privilege to take his precious load.
You take it down with your cheeks hollowed, throat contracting tight around him as he groans in utter bliss. Your love for him deepens with every drop you’ve swallowed, since the day when you first met and every day and night that’s followed. Didn’t think it would be possible to love him more than this. To be so cock-drunk and so lovestruck… fuck, it’s glorious.
Your worship of him always takes him somewhere far beyond the stars. So fucking far. He loves the whore you are, just as you love the whore he is. The kind of love that heals as deeply as it scars. You’re only whores for one another which is why the love you make is always pure no matter how dirty it is.
He worships you in turn, that filthy mouth on him a fire-breathing sin. Making you burn. Laying his claim to every last inch of your skin and every fiber of your being deep within. Your impulse is to be down on your knees for him but when the man insists on pleasuring your cunt—because for him your pleasure’s always at the forefront—well of course you just give in.
And then he fucks your cunt to pieces to make sure you won’t ever forget that his sex is the reason you’re living.
You can’t begin to wrap your mind around him being so damn perfect. But you sure as hell can wrap your pussy tight around the war weapon that’s pumping deep inside of you so powerfully erect. Both of you like it good and rough, and soon enough, this stranded spaceship’s not the only thing that’s wrecked.
The vessel tilts a little bit with his last thrust; this ship is huge but so is Kai, and he’s apparently so strong that he just rocked the goddamned deck. That shit is so insanely hot you might just die. Combust. Crumble to dust. As you both come down from the high, your pulse is racing and he traces its pace with his parted lips pressed to your neck.
The two of you remain entwined for hours, as you always do. Whispering sweet nothings that you wish could be true. Let’s just pretend this ship is ours. That the universe is ours. That we’ll fly away, and soar the skies someday, just me and you. But nothing is nothing regardless of how sweet it seems, and you can’t fly away from the fact that the universe bows to formidable powers. To forces that devastate dreams, through and through.
To the powers that be. Powers that crush all hopes of ever being free or being happy.
Kai reads your mind as your thoughts drift to that dark place. Knows that it’s time to tell you what he came to say, when he found you aboard this ship today, before he got distracted and ended up fucking your brains out past the farthest reaches of space. It’s not a message that he’s eager to convey. But it’s an order that you can’t really afford to disobey.
Still he wants you to stay, blue eyes begging you to as he softly caresses your face. Yet he knows on some level that dreams of resistance are silly to chase. That the price of just one slice of heaven is steep and there’ll be hell to pay.
He clears his throat and breathes in deep, wishing the price weren’t so damn steep. “Meant to tell you that he’s been… requesting your presence again.”
You had known to expect this. Chosen to neglect this. As if you could run to some empty abandoned starship to hide from the constant demands of that monster who thinks he’s a god among men.
But you can’t and to even attempt this… is useless and reckless. Though Kai referred to the imperial officer’s order as just a request, it was obviously a command. So you stand, smooth your skirt with a trembling hand—knowing Kai wishes he could hold on to you now and protect what is rightfully his—but your honor is yours to defend. No one else’s. All yours in the end.
He knows this too but wishes he didn’t. He hates this part. Watching you leave is the part when he cages his heart, locking it in a block of cement. “So you’ll just run off to him then?”
All too familiar with his defense mechanisms, you don’t halt your rhythm. The whole fiasco of this moment is always the same with him, despite the fact that he must know this isn’t something either one of you enjoys. So rather than rushing to blame him, or letting the swell of emotions inside you erupt into violence, you cast him a side glance, remind him in silence: it’s not as if I have a choice.
Evidently today the cement is much thicker than usual; the next words off his lips at your lack of response come off particularly cruel. “What, lost your dignity and your voice?”
God, he knows how to hit your inner slut, and make her want to die. To bleed her dry. His name escapes your throat in a defeated sigh. “Kai…”
He hates himself right now more than that monstrous fucking officer or anyone at all. Down to his core. Your knees just buckled and he rushes to catch you before you fall, but he’s so broken now himself that you both end up on the floor, down on your knees. The words he’d just uttered were driven by demons he’s struggling to bury—lately there have been a whole lot of these. Pulls you in close and releases his heart from its stone wall, as he dissolves into a mess of regrets and apologies. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Inevitably you end up making love, which is the only answer when words aren’t enough. Soft and slow. But it has to end quickly, because you have somewhere to be. Can’t hold on to the afterglow. Leave before tears overflow. Just a few words then you have to go.
You wish Kai could see things from your point of view. He gives you every reassurance that he gets it; his response earlier was impossibly harsh but he clearly regrets it. Still you can’t help but feel as if he’s disappointed in you. Despite how authoritative the Imperium is and the consequences that are sure to ensue if you stand up against it… he sees your obeying the officer’s orders as something you’re making the choice to do.
And that view baffles you because how could you possibly choose to do something that fucking destroys you?
The officer knows all your weaknesses. If you should ever defy him he’d go after Kai, to hit you where he knows it would hurt you the most and you can’t stand to think or to speak of this. You’d rather die. And your fear of that terrible punishment forces your hand; you must heed his command. Without having to spell this shit out you just wish Kai would understand why.
“I understand,” he says, but he can’t meet your pleading gaze. He’s not quite certain whether what he said is true, and surely you would see right through. Instead looks out the spacecraft window at the distant stars that deign to cast their rays upon this conquered stretch of land. It feels like pity and that shit infuriates him in a million fucking ways. “I understand, I do. It just kills me to think of someone else inside you—”
“Kai, I’ve told you time and time again to trust me that he hasn’t…”
“That’s not even what I meant.”
“It’s what you said.”
With worlds of pain behind his plaintive eyes he reaches out to cup your cheek then smooths his thumb across the creases in your forehead. “What I meant is that I just can’t shake this sense that he’s gotten inside your head. To men like that nothing is sacred. He’s attracted to your spirit ‘cause he knows that he can break it. Wants to wait for you to give your body to him though it’s well within his power to just take it. And whatever little honor you’ve got left down to the final fucking shred… he won’t stop till it’s fucking dead.”
His warning chills you to the bone, because you know it to be true. For better or worse you’ve got some defense mechanisms of your own. Just a few. Brush off his touch and clench your jaw and let a little bit of spite sharpen your tone. “So then what would you have me do? Not all of us can be as honorable as you.”
Now his jaw clenches too. So hard that he might be at risk of breaking it. “The choice is yours, of course,” he mutters, eyes flashing an icy shade of blue. “Just know you’re making it. Don’t hide behind the lie your hand was forced.”
At that you turn to leave him with a scoff, throwing a bitter glare that tells him to fuck off.
But just before you disembark, you catch a glimpse of some metallic thing that glimmers in the dark. The mess of clothes that Kai had flung off of his shoulders when he fucked you up against the window, some hours ago… he’d had a gun tucked in among them and the sight of it right now is fucking stark. You have no reason to be shocked about it though.
He wasn’t hiding it from you; the fact that he’s been packing unauthorized arms is something you already knew. That doesn’t mean it’s something you wanted to know. Seeing this fatal metal thing strikes you as such a blunt reminder of what he intends to do. And you know where it’s bound to go.
Where your gaze and your thoughts wander his always follow. “There’s a strategy session set up for tomorrow,” he states in reference to the folks in your town who believe independence is something that any respectable person would die to defend. Even if it means battling forces against which they can’t even try to contend. “May be able to make concrete plans now that we’ve finally got enough guns stashed in our secret cargo. I already know better than to ask whether you’d want to attend. Guess the answer will always be no.”
The two of you have talked about this countless times before. And every time it turns to fucking when you both can’t bear the talking anymore. It’s irresponsible and immature, but in the rosy throes of youth, it seems to you love is the only fucking truth, the only thing you know for sure. The only thing that’s clear and pure. Love keeps you whole so you don’t fall apart from fear of what your hopeless-looking future has in store.
But you’re not that young, and you can’t just fuck away these pressing issues for that long. He can’t just kiss you to prevent the words from falling off your tongue. He knows it too and so you sit and talk for once and hope shit doesn’t go too wrong.
You admire and love him for being so brave and so strong. Tell him so. But that small band of big-hearted rebels is not somewhere you feel you’ll ever belong. He has to let it go.
And you have to let go of your hope that he might change his mind. That he might decide doing what makes sense to simply survive matters more than misguided delusions of honor chasing after some kind of freedom he won’t ever find.
You tenderly caress his face and feel the warmth of his blood rush to meet your hand. It’s all that you can do to pray his precious blood won’t spill someday fighting a war over some worthless stretch of land. This lovely planet is your home but in your eyes it’s all worth nothing without Kai. “I know how fiercely you believe in your brothers, and in your friends. In the rebellion that all of you have planned. What terrifies me is this feeling that it’s fucking doomed to fail and if you die… I can’t fathom anything worse. Of course I know the choice to fight with them is yours, but for my part I’m not as brave as all the others. I can’t bring myself to stand behind this cause when I’m afraid it won’t be worth it in the end. Please understand.”
Kai leans into your touch and turns his face to kiss your palm, cracking a sad smile to fight the tears that otherwise would come. Unshed they shine like stars hiding behind his eyes so blue. “Aye, I do.”
It’s a lie. Lie as big as the sky. But he hides behind it till it might become true, or at least fucking tries to.
At that it’s time for you to go, fearing that you should have done so hours ago. The sheer pressure of fear shatters you; fact is deep down it shatters him too. He just copes with his hopes and fears in a more complicated way.
“I promise I will always come back to you.” These are the same words that you always say, when you leave—words you fiercely believe—to assure him that nothing could keep you away.
When you leave him with those words Kai usually lets you, eventually once he’s done venting all his pent up rage and dealing every card he has to play. But evidently not today. “You wouldn’t have to. If you’d just stay.”
The way his voice trembles with gentleness, with selflessness, as he abandons every one of his defenses… it fucking kills you when he gets this way. It doesn’t happen often, and it always makes your heart open and soften. “That’s true. Maybe I can keep him waiting just one day…”
His eyes go wide, unable to believe that this is something you would actually decide. It makes him love you even more and suddenly he’s shy and blushing as if he thinks he’s unworthy of the privilege of your touch. “Or just one hour or one minute for I ought to know I shouldn’t ask too much—”
You shut him up with your forefinger pressed against his luscious lip. Provocatively bite your own to make it known that you want him to spend all day fucking you up against this ship.
Last time he did it shook the whole entire deck; maybe this time the sex will be so fucking hot that it’ll set fire to this wreck. Wouldn’t put anything past Kai. It’d be a perfect way to die.
Slamming your back against the window of this wrecked dreadnought, he effortlessly reads your every thought—goddamn that thought just now was a particularly bold one—and from his wicked smirk it’s plain to see that he agrees it would be perfect and insanely fucking hot. “You might want to hold on.”
And you do, clinging closely to him like the sky clings to stars at the coming of dawn. In the bright glare of day they’ll no longer shine through. But that won’t mean they’re gone.
Here tonight, and even if they’re out of sight, come morning light… all the stars in his eyes shine for you. With those stars guiding you, you’ll hold on.
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… To be continued in Part 2!
The plan is for Part 2 to explore more of the earlier timeline and also carry forward the opening scene of course, which is when dark degrading dom!Kai will be out in full force 🔥
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Exactly My Type
Plot: When going to dinner at Raymond's for what you think is a work dinner, takes a turn.
Prompt: 'First Kiss'
Pairing: Raymond Smith x Gn!Reader
Requested By: @will-grammer
Warnings: Just the kiss.
Words: 1.5k
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As you walked up the path to Raymond's front door, you tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. No matter how many times you saw him or spoke to him, they were always there.
After ringing the doorbell, you wiped your hands down your top, hoping you didn't over-dress for this dinner. It was only to discuss work, you needed to remind yourself of that. It wasn't a date, just a casual work meal.
As the door swung open, Raymond revealed himself to be in his usual suited appearance, though with an added apron draped from his neck.
He smiled "Right on time."
"Like usual." You added on with a smile, knowing he always appreciated punctuality.
He held open the door or you you stepped inside. You began to take off your jacket, but hesitated when you suddenly felt Raymond grab it from behind. Looking back, your eyes locked and he smiled as he helped you remove it. You felt a shiver run up your spine as his fingers grazed your skin through the fabric.
"Thanks." You muttered softly.
After he hung it up, you followed him into the kitchen. Looking around, it was just a spotless and pristine as usual. But your eyes lingered on a new addition. A bouquet of flowers sitting on the table.
You felt your chest tighten as you wondered who he got them for. You knew quite a lot about Raymond, but he never mentioned personal relationships. You wouldn't be surprised if he had a partner, though you would be lying if you said you didn't feel disappointment at the idea.
Sitting at the bar as Raymond got some glasses, you didn't have to say anything as he immediately prepared your favorite drink. You smiled to yourself as you noticed this, your cheeks warming up a bit.
Looking over to the stove you spoke up "Need any help?"
He shook his head as he placed the drink in font of you "It's done, just need to plate it."
He motioned his head to the dining room table, where you normally ate. Making your way over, you began to sat down, surprised again by Raymond sudden appearance behind you as he pulled out your chair for you. You smiled in thanks as he walked back to the kitchen.
After you began eating, you started to talk about the reason you came, but you were surprised to learn that Raymond had already begun to resolve the problem.
And every problem you brought up, he seemed to have a resolution for as well. You started to wonder why you were here at all.
"Are Mickey and Rosalind aware of all of this?"
He nodded "Yes, but they don't need to worry right now. They went to The Maldives for Valentines Day."
You hummed "Sounds nice. How long are they staying?"
"A week. I hope to have everything resolved before they return."
"I don't doubt you will."
You saw his mouth twitch up at this, and you felt your chest burn a little warmer.
After cleaning up from dinner you and Raymond continued to sit and talk, new drinks in hand. You couldn't stop your eyes from occasionally looking over at the flowers. You hated how the curiosity burned in your chest.
Finally finding the courage, you spoke, though with reserve heavy in your voice. "Are you doing anything? For Valentines Day?"
Raymond looked at you in silence for a moment before adjusting his glasses "Should I be?"
You shrugged and took a sip of your drink "Well, if you finish this business for Mickey, you could give yourself some time off as well." You motioned your head towards the flowers "Looks like you've already started planning."
Raymond looked over at the flowers and you noticed how he repressed a smile "I have."
Your chest clenched at this. You were hoping he'd deny it.
"That's why I already prepared everything like I said."
"Are you going to tell me about them?" You asked, feigning a smile and curiosity, hoping Raymond couldn't see through it to the pain you were actually hiding.
He sat back in his chair for a moment, seemingly considering if he should. Adjusting his glasses again he cleared his throat.
"I've known them for quite a while now. They aren't what they seem like on the outside. People tend to think there is nothing more to them, but they're always wrong, there is always more."
You could sense pride in his voice as he talked about them and you'd be lying if you didn't feel a little jealous.
"Is that what won you over?" You asked with a slightly joking tone.
He smiled and shook his head "Not just that. It's also their bravery, kindness, skill, willingness to help anyone they can. Not to mention their sense of humor."
You smiled at him "Sounds like they got it all."
"They do. But they don't realize it themselves."
Clearing his throat he stood up and walked over to the table. You watched him closely as he approached the flowers before he grabbed them, bringing them over.
Oh great, was he going to talk about them some more? Are these their favorite flowers? Maybe you shouldn't have pushed.
Walking up to you, he set the flowers down in front of you before he put his hands in his pockets. You could see them more clearly now than before. It was a mix of white roses, dark pink dahlias and light pink peonies.
Reaching up you gently touched them. These were some of your favorite flowers.
"They're beautiful, they'll love them."
Raymond smiled softly in amusement as he gazed down a you. You met his eyes and suddenly felt like you were see through.
"What?"
"There for you, you toss-pot."
You felt as though a jolt of electricity went through you "What?"
"I was talking about you." He smiled a bit wider.
"Y- You were?"
Moving past you, he sat in the chair beside you facing you, his knees pressed up against your leg.
"I didn't invite you to talk work, I just wanted to have dinner with you. And I hoped, somewhere along the way I'd get a chance to give you these."
He could see your brain working in overdrive as you remained speechless, putting it all together.
He continued to smile softly at you before he reached over and placed his hand on top of yours, slowly linking his fingers around yours.
"I hope this stunned silence is not leading up to a rejection."
Finally taking hold of yourself you shook your head. "No, it's not, I'm just really surprised."
"Why?"
You shrugged your shoulders as you smiled a bit bashfully "I didn't think I was your type."
He grinned "You're exactly my type."
Your heart started pounding in your chest as he reached towards your legs with his other hand. You repressed a grin as he turned you so you were facing him, your legs now pressed against his.
As his eyes stared into yours, your ears burned hot. You had never seen him look at you like this. You saw his eyes flick to your lips for a split-second and your heart skipped a beat.
"Raymond?"
"Yes?" He asked softly.
"Thank you for the flowers." You replied with a softer voice.
"You're very welcome." Tilting his head slightly his smile turned into more of a smirk "Now about Valentines Day."
You quirked your brow.
"You are free I hope?"
You smiled and nodded "Yes, I'm free."
"Good, I wasn't looking forward to having competition."
You chuckled and shook your head "No competition. No one could compete anyways."
He smiled and you swore you saw a blush crawl across his cheeks for a moment.
"So, Valentines Day?" You added on.
"Yes. What we will be doing is a secret. I just want to make sure you have the day free."
"The whole day?" You asked with lightly surprise and he shrugged his head. You leaned forward and spoke with a light sarcastic tone "Are you going to try and seduce me Raymond?"
He smirked and leaned in as well "I thought I already had."
You grinned "Bold assumption."
His smile grew as well and you saw his eyes flick to your lips again before his gaze held yours. He moved his face in closer, so your noses were almost touching.
"I suppose I should try harder then."
Leaning in in sync, your lips met and your heart jolted. Raymond's hand quickly rose to cup your face before he cupped your head, deepening the kiss. You laid your hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating heavily. After a second, his other hand come up as he gently place it on top of yours, squeezing lightly.
After a few more moments, you parted, somewhat breathless. Your eyes locked as you both had soft smiles. Bringing his hand back to cup your face, he gently brushed his thumb over your lips as his eyes lingered on them.
"I've been wanting to do that for a long time." He said softly before he met your eyes again "And I'd very much like to do it again." He spoke as he slowly leaned in closer.
You smiled as you met him in another kiss, softer and slower this time, as he linked the fingers of his other hand through yours.
xx End xx
Kind of an abrupt ending, but I didn't know where to go with it where it would end naturally lol I hope you liked it!~
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Insomnia
Contains: Very mild angst, fluff.
1.2K words
“My eyelids are heavy, but my thoughts are heavier.” - Unknown
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You couldn't begin to express how grateful the late nights were less late now that the club was out of guns and drugs. The only downside was that Jax and the rest of the Sons were now just mechanics, they had cars to fix and taxes to file, not meeting deadlines meant parts didn't get bought and paychecks weren't written.
Anxiety still lingered when Jax was away at night, a hold off from the worry that the next phone call would deliver the worst news one could get. Tonight was one of those nights, even though you knew Jax was safe, your brain wouldn't quiet.
The sound of a door opening drew you from your thoughts, "What are you still doing up? It's almost one."
You shrugged, "The usual. I can't sleep when your side of the bed is cold. Your dinner is in the microwave."
Jax gave you a soft smile, "Lucky me because I'm starving. Sit with me while I eat?"
You nodded, "That's my plan." Jax hurried to the kitchen and warmed his dinner before sitting next to you at the dining table, "Did you get all your work done?" 
"You bet, and I've got the whole weekend off so we can sleep in." You could smell the faint hint of oil on his clothes. 
"That's great news, you know how much I love our lazy mornings." If you were lucky, Abel would be there too, between you and Jax. 
"You and me both darlin. How was work?" He must have been hungry, half the food was already gone. 
"The usual." You yawned and Jax reached across the table to hold your hand, "I'm sorry, I guess I was just waiting for you to get home." 
Jax shook his head, "I'm almost done here. I'll hop into the shower then I'll be all yours." 
You sighed, "That sounds perfect." 
"How did Abel go at daycare today?" Jax loved all the pictures Abel drew for him, his locker, his office and his workstation were full of them. 
You smiled, "He had lots of fun today, they got a new water table and he went wild. I had to throw his tiny little shoes in the wash, that's how much fun he had." 
Jax chuckled, "I'll pick him up on Monday, I can't have you having all the fun darlin." 
"Sure, he loves it when you go and get him." You went to take Jax's empty plate from him, but he yanked it away. 
"I'll do that darlin." He rushed it to the sink before drying it and putting it away. Once that was done and he had wiped over the kitchen one last time, he walked back over to you and stretched out his hand, "Shall we?" 
You nodded and took his hand, "We shall." 
The trip to the bedroom was quick, and then Jax was stripping off and hopping into the shower, "You wanna get ready for bed darlin?"
You sighed, "I guess I better try and keep a routine, brushing my teeth and washing my face again won't hurt." 
Steam filled the room as Jax washed the day away and smirked when he caught you staring at him through the shower glass, "See something you like darlin?" 
You nodded, "You know I do Teller." 
The shower flicked off and he stepped out, wrapping the towel around his waist before stopping by the kiss you on the cheek on his way to the bedroom to get dressed. 
With his comfortable grey sweatpants on, he headed to the bed and flicked the heated blanket on your side before fluffing your pillow and peeling back the covers, "Hop in darlin." 
You took your robe off and placed it on the chair, leaving you in just one of Jax's T-Shirts and a pair of panties, then climbed into bed with a sigh, "It's so much better with you here. Maybe we should get a cat so when you're not here, I'm not alone in bed." 
Jax smiled, "I like that idea, we've got the room and it will be good for Abel to have a pet." 
You reached over to the bedside table and picked up the bottle of the lavender lotion but before you could do anything, Jax took it from you, "Let me?" 
You nodded, "I'd like that." 
He started with your arms, rubbing the smooth cream in with broad, firm strokes, "What do we need for a cat? Food, water fountains, a few litter trays and toys. Hell, with Happy's help, we can have one by Monday." 
He pinched your shirt and you pulled it over your head so he could do your shoulders next, "We need a bit more time than that. The kitty should have a catio, that will keep you busy over a few weekends and once that's build and the cat can enjoy the outdoors without killing anything we can get the kitty." 
The corner of Jax's mouth ticked up as he moved to your chest and a thought came over him, "We can tell Abel can't we? He'll want to help." 
Your eye grew heavy as you spun and his hands moved over your back, "Sure we can tell Abel. He'll want to name the kitten and he should come when we pick. Not that it means anything, the cat will pick us." 
You returned to facing him and Jax moved to your legs, rubbing the ache out of your claves, "You've already said you'll let the cat on the bed so I only have one rule, he or she has to stay away from my kutte." 
You chuckled, "You and I both know that's not going to happen, cats do what cats want." 
Jax sighed and placed the bottle back in its spot before picking your book up, "I guess so. How are you feeling now darlin?" 
You smiled, "Great, I'm ready to call it a night." You slid all the way into bed and placed your head on the pillow, "Will you read to me, I love the sound of your voice." 
Jax looked over you fondly, "Of course, darlin, that was my plan when I picked up your book." You had been reading it to him for days, a sweet tale of a little robot in search of life on Mars who made friends with an alien. 
"Rusty lifted his little arm and ticked as he handed the apple slice to his friend, 'Apples are one of human's favourite fruits, you should try some.' The alien took the slice from him with a squeak and ate it in one bite, then gave another squeak of approval at the sweet taste." 
You snuggled closer to Jax and he wrapped his arm around your body, "The Alien squeaked again, then waved its arms before pointing to itself and then to Rusty. The series of squeaks that followed sounded like the robot's name and then another which must have been its own." 
Your eyes felt so heavy as Jax continued, "It made sense when Rusty heard it for a second time, 'Your name is Eldredth? Tell me Eldredth, have you ever had chocolate? It is the best of the human's treats." 
Jax smiled as he felt your chest rise and fall softly under his arm. He put the book and laid down next to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead and pulling the blanket up to your neck, "Good night Darlin, I love you." 
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the assistant ~ raymond smith;the gentlemen
word count: 2600
request?: no
description: in which mickey hires a new assistant to help out with his business, and his right hand man finds himself falling in love
pairing: raymond smith x female!reader
warnings: swearing, mentions of violence
masterlist (one, two)
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The first time Raymond ever met (Y/N) was at Mickey’s house. She appeared suddenly in the doorway to Mickey’s office while he was in a meeting with Ray. He was taken by surprise at the unfamiliar person, but more so he was taken back by the beauty of the unfamiliar person.
“You have a message from Rosalind,” she said to Mickey. She was looking right through Ray as if he wasn’t in the room.
“What is it?” Mickey asked.
“She said some bloke came into the shop to give her expensive parts, but in return he’s asking for a meeting with you.”
Mickey’s face darkened. Everyone knew that it didn’t matter what you did in terms of Mickey’s money or his business, but you did not, under any circumstances, fuck with his wife.
“Why wouldn’t he just approach me himself?” Mickey asked, his voice laced with venom.
“Whoever it was knows that approaching Rosalind will get your attention,” Ray commented.
“It’ll get a bullet between his fucking eyes,” Mickey muttered. “Did he leave a phone number?”
(Y/N) crossed the room, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. Ray’s eyes followed her every movement. As she got closer, he could smell the sweet scent of her perfume. When she reached around him to put the slip of paper on Mickey’s desk, she turned to meet his eye. His breath was taken away by her sheer beauty.
When she smiled at him, it was like the whole world around him melted away.
Mickey noticed the look between them and smirked. “Ray, this is (Y/N). She’s mine and Rosalind’s new assistant. She’s going to be helping around with both of the businesses.”
Ray offered a hand to (Y/N). “Pleased to meet you.”
“Likewise,” she said, shaking his hand. She returned her attention back to their boss to ask, “Should we follow up on this mystery caller?”
Mickey stared long and hard at the phone number left. Both Ray and (Y/N) could see the gears turning in his head. The number of outcomes if the meeting happened running through his head; the question as to whether or not it was the right decision to hold the meeting.
“If I may,” (Y/N) interjected. “If this mystery caller is bold enough to go to the shop to approach Rosalind once, what’s to stop him from doing it again? At least if you set up this meeting with him you can assure him that the next time he sets foot in that shop or he has any communication with Rosalind, he will regret it.”
Ray peered over at Mickey. An impressed look was on his face, a smile tugging at his lips. He extended the slip back to her.
“Call him and set up a meeting for tomorrow at noon.”
“The usual location?” (Y/N) asked. Mickey nodded. “Yes, sir.” She smiled at Raymond again. “See you around, Raymond.”
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The next time Ray saw (Y/N) was at the meeting the next day. She escorted Dry Eye, one of mobster Lord George’s men, into the meeting room. Ray tried not to stare, but it was a struggle. She was wearing a button up blouse tucked into a mini skirt, with knee high black heeled boots. She was showing off every curve and Ray was taking in every single inch of her.
“Mr. Pearson, Dry Eye has arrived,” she announced.
“Thank you, (Y/N),” Mickey dismissed her.
Ray expected her to leave the room and was pleasantly shocked when she opted to come sit next to him at a small table in the back of the room.
“Pour me a cup?” she asked, gesturing towards the boiling kettle and Ray’s own cup of tea.
He did as she asked, grabbing an empty cup, placing a tea bag into it then filling it with the boiling water. She added a splash of milk and two sugars, stirring until the dark liquid became a milky brown color. She raised the cup to her lips, blowing gently to cool it down. She peered up at Ray through her long eyelashes, and he was convinced she was trying to get his blood running to one particular region in his body.
“So,” he asked in a hushed voice as not to disturb Mickey’s meeting, “how did you come about becoming Michael’s assistant?”
“He had a couple posting around town. ‘Wanted: Someone with experience in organization and business. No questions to be asked until after hiring. NDA is required. Call here if interested’.”
Ray chuckled. “Well, that’s not forboding at all.”
“What can I say? I was interested.”
She smirked as she sipped her tea. Ray couldn’t help but smile back at her.
“Besides, it sounded exciting. My life has been so standard thus far. I wanted some excitement.”
“Well.” Ray looked over his shoulder at the stare off between a furious looking Dry Eye and a stoic Mickey. “There’s no shortage of excitement here.”
Before (Y/N) could respond, Dry Eye and his accomplice stood, drawing their attention back to the meeting. (Y/N) stood as well, intending to walk the two men out, but they left on their own in a huff.
“That went well,” Mickey commented. “I have a feeling that won’t be the last we see of Dry Eye.”
“Interesting that you have two potential investors in your business,” Ray said. “You think there’s a connection there?”
“There’s always a connection Raymond.” Mickey finished his cup of tea and stood from his seat. “(Y/N), make Roger aware of Dry Eye’s intentions and tell him he has the right to use force if Dry Eye ever dares to enter Rosalind’s business again.”
“Yes sir,” (Y/N) responded. “Anything else you need today?”
“No, after that you’re free to have the evening off. Maybe you can keep Ray company so he’ll stop eye fucking you every time you walk into the room.”
Ray’s face was on fire as (Y/N) giggled and Mickey gave him a knowing smile. Their boss left the room first, striking a match to light his cigarette as he went. (Y/N) started to go behind him, but Ray reached out to stop her.
“Listen, um...” She was watching him, expectantly. Ray was never one to be at a loss for words, but her presence alone made him feel like a babbling idiot. “If you don’t have anything planned for your evening, I’d like to have you over to mine for dinner tonight.”
“What did you have in mind?”
I recently had a new barbie installed, and I have some premium grade Wagyu in my freezer. If you like steak, I mean.”
She considered it for a moment before deciding, “I’ll get your number from Ros. You can text me a time and location.”
Ray nodded, an excited smile trying to spread across his face. (Y/N) smiled at him and turned to leave the room, swinging her hips as she went along. Ray couldn’t help but watch her, his anticipation for that night growing.
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Ray was in the process of marinating the steaks and prepping the vegetables when the doorbell rang. He was quick to wash off his hands and nearly run to answer it. (Y/N) was stood waiting, having changed out of her professional attire from the day into a pair of black leggings and a knit jumper. She looked ready for a comfortable dinner in, which Ray was glad for as he himself hadn’t dressed up much for the occasion.
“Hello,” he said.
“Hello,” she responded. “I can already smell dinner.”
“Don’t get too hungry yet. I haven’t put the steaks on the barbie yet. I was waiting for you to arrive first.”
(Y/N) stepped into his home. As she followed him to the kitchen, she took in the massive house. She knew Mickey paid well so she shouldn’t have been so shocked - especially considering the size of Mickey’s own home - but for some reason she wasn’t expecting Ray to live somewhere so big and lavish. It made her tiny apartment very inferior.
“Did you need help preparing anything?” she asked. “I’m not a stellar cook, but I know how to chop veggies.”
“No need for that at all. You’re a guest in my house, therefore you do nothing except sit there and look pretty.”
(Y/N) sat at the island, a small smile on her face. “Well, I am very good at that second part.”
“I can tell.” Ray poured them both a glass of red wine. “I hope you like red. I find it’s what pairs best with a nice steak dinner.”
“I’m not too particular with my wines,” she said. “Although I don’t believe I’ve had this kind before. Looks far too expensive for my usual tastes.”
Ray chuckled. “It’s a bottle Mickey got me when I first moved in as a housewarming gift. I’m normally one for scotch, but like I said, a nice steak dinner with a beautiful lady requires a bottle of red wine.”
(Y/N) took a sip from her glass to hide how flustered she felt. So far, this was gearing up to be one of the best dates she had ever been on: he brought her over to his house so he could cook for them, he had the perfect wine pairing for their dinner, and he was throwing out compliments left and right. It worked greatly in his favor that he was one of the most handsome men she had ever met. She might never want to leave.
Once the steaks had finished marinating, Ray took (Y/N) out to his backyard to show her his new barbie. It was brick laid, designed to look more like a table than a barbie, and the fire from inside of it also heated up underneath the table. When Ray lit it, (Y/N) could already feel the warmth radiating from it from where she sat.
Oh, I could really get used to this, she thought.
She watched Ray cook in silence. She knew not to interrupt the chef when he was working his magic, and in general she was just enjoying watching him work. He was so focused, making sure the steaks were cooked perfectly all the way through before serving them on a plate garnished with the vegetables he had made inside.
“Voila,” he said as he laid a plate in front of (Y/N). “Dinner is served.”
“God, this smells so good,” she said. “Might have to keep you as my own personal chef.”
“Don’t say that before you try it. I could be a garbage chef and I’m just impressing you with wine and my good looks.”
The cocky smile on his face told (Y/N) that Ray knew he was a very good cook.
He sat across from her at the table and they began to eat. The moment the Wagyu touched her tastebuds, (Y/N) felt like she was in heaven. It made sense to her now why this cut of steak cost so much money; it was probably the best cut of meat she had ever eaten in her life. She would gladly pay hundreds for this type of meal. Especially if Ray was the one cooking for her again.
“I think this is the best thing I have ever eaten in my life,” she said.
Ray was beaming with pride. “I passed the test, then?”
“With flying colors. I can’t let you get away. Men who can cook this well are one in a million these days.”
The two were dreading the small talk that usually came with a first date, but as silence fell upon them while they ate, they realized there was no escaping the inevitable. (Y/N) decided to be the one to break the silence by asking, “So, how long have you been working with Michael?”
“Since the beginning,” Ray responded. “I knew him in uni.”
“So you’re an Oxford man?”
“You’ve done your research.”
(Y/N) shrugged. “When you get hired to work for a technical drug dealer, you may as well know as much about the man as you can find out. Decide whether or not it’s going to be a dangerous business.”
“It’s not as dangerous as you’d think. Besides the threat of being arrested.”
She grimaced. That was the one thing she was worried about, but Mickey seemed to be professional enough that he hadn’t been caught thus far.
“Where did you go to uni?” Ray asked.
“I didn’t. I wasn’t smart enough to get accepted anywhere,” (Y/N) responded.
“I find that surprising.”
She smiled. “I appreciate that. I’ve cleaned up my act a lot now, but when I was in school I was very much a troublemaker. Didn’t have any time for school or learning, mainly because I didn’t understand a bloody thing they were trying to teach. I had no desires to go and do post secondary to get a degree that I may never find a job for. I’ve worked at McDonald’s with people who did five years for that silly piece of paper, and they’re not any better than I am.”
“Well, you are working as assistant to one of the most successful business men in London, so I think it’s safe to say they are definitely no better than you are.”
(Y/N) giggled. She wasn’t sure if it was the wine or Ray’s compliments, or both, but she was starting to feel flushed. She wondered if he could see how he was making her feel.
At some point, after their food was gone and the wine was running low, (Y/N) found herself on the same side of the table as Ray. She was definitely feeling good from the amount of wine she had drank, and being close to him felt just as intoxicating.
“I’ve had a really, really good night Ray,” she told him. “I haven’t had such a good time on a date in years.”
“I’m glad you’ve enjoyed yourself. Does that mean we could do this again sometime?”
(Y/N) looked up at him. She looked into his blue eyes before peering down at his lips for a quick moment. Sensing what was to come, Ray leaned in just as (Y/N) did and their lips collided. Sparks of electricity ran through (Y/N)’s body, and she was sure it wasn’t the alcohol making her feel that way.
She leaned into Ray’s kiss until she was nearly on his lap. At which point, Ray took hold of her thighs and brought her over to straddle his lap. His hands gently cupped her face while hers ran through his hair. He tested her boundaries by running his tongue along her lips. When she opened them, he plunged his tongue into her mouth.
When they finally managed to break away from one another they were both panting. (Y/N) rested her forehead against Ray’s, both of them with mirroring smiles on their faces.
“Would you like to stay the night?” Ray asked. “No funny business, but I do have a very large bed that feels quite empty when I’m alone.”
“I would love to, but keep that promise of no funny business in mind. I’m not the type to take my clothes off on the first date.”
Ray smiled and ran his fingers through her soft hair. “I’d never dream of crossing your boundaries, love.”
Oh my God, he has to stop being so perfect, (Y/N) thought as she got off Ray’s lap and followed him back into his house for the night.
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Jax Teller x Black!reader
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"I'II be right there," Jax sighed as he hung up the phone and got off the couch. He grabbed his keys and headed for the restaurant on the other side of town.
He reached the parking lot and handed me the extra helmet. I used his shoulders to steady myself as I got on the back of the bike. I hung on and he peeled out of the lot and back to his house. On the way, my night replayed over and over again in my head. I hugged him tighter and put my face into his back while I let a few tears escape. I looked to my left and saw the cityscape below the mountain. We made a left instead of a right and cruised down the road. He pulled into his driveway and turned off the motorcycle.
"Why are we here?" I asked as I got off the back.
"It's closer and it's late to go all the way to your place. I can get you an Uber if you want." I shook my head. His voice was kind of monotone, like he had something to say. Jax didn't even wait for me before stalking to the front door to unlock it.
He walked in and headed straight for his bar. I closed and locked the door before meeting him in the other room.
"You're mad at me, aren't you."
He downed the rest of his drink before placing the glass back in the counter, "I'm not thrilled with you, no."
"How can you be like that right now? I'm the one who got stood up in the middle of nowhere.”
"And that's why. I told you that you didn't know that prick. To not shit where you eat and look where you are."
"Fuck you. Now you're just being mean. I just wanted a night with him. He's so sweet and I just don't know what happened."
"No. He was sweet when you met him 5 years ago. People change everyday."
"Yeah that's evident."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean I was expecting some kind of sympathy from you. You know, considering how fucking stupid I looked out there. But no. You have to tell me how right you are and how wrong I am. Basically driving it home that I am fucking stupid. So thanks a lot,” I turned to leave to the guest room when I heard him pouring another drink. I slammed the door and flopped onto the bed, tears streaming down my face once more.
I woke up the next morning with a blanket covering me and noise coming from the floor. I slowly sit up and look down to see Jax there shirtless with his own blanket and pillow, snoring softly. I reach for my phone but drop it against the nightstand, making a loud thud. Jax stirred and opened his eyes with a sigh,
"Morning."
"Hi. What are you doing?"
He sat up and slid his hands over his face and and back through his blonde bed head. He rested his arms on his legs and looked at me, "I didn't think you should wake up alone. Look, I'm sorry for making you feel stupid because you're not. I was pissed at that prick for getting you all excited and then not showing. I hate that I was right. You deserve someone who would travel the world to spend one hour with you. And I'm sorry he wasn't that. I really am.”
I looked down at him and crawled down to the floor. I wrapped my hands around his neck and started to cry a little bit,
"Hey, hey, hey. What's that for? I was trying to make you feel better," he said with concern in his voice. I unburied my face and kissed him on the cheek,
"They're happy tears. Thank you for being my best friend."
"I love you, kid."
"I love you too."
an: whoa! Cali writes fluff!?? Yes. Yes I do ;)
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✶ Where the Wild Things Are: Prequel ✶ ■ 1960s Sons of Anarchy story ■
⌃ Jax Teller/ OC x Thomas Teller/OC ⌃
Warning: Please read with caution. This story will include: drug use, physical, verbal, and sexual abuse. miscarriages, sexual content, alcohol use, homicide, cursing, etc. ★ If You would like to be tagged in future updates, simply leave your username in the comments.
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When I look back on my life – I often wonder if I made the right choices when I was younger. I obviously got to my place in life because of what happened all those years ago in California. Hell, there were times when I didn’t even think I would make it out alive. Growing up, my parents were very strict – almost authoritarian. My father had fought for his country in WWII and my mother was your typical housewife. The picture-perfect look was what they strived for – putting my brothers and I in whatever activities they could. There were structured rules that were drilled into our heads from day one.
No elbows on the table Respect your parents and your elders Girls and woman are to bow down to menfolk and do what they’re told. Women are forbidden to wear pants or short skirts. Girls can attend secondary school but will not be allowed to attend college. Marriage, motherhood, and the act of obeying your husband is the most important role in a woman’s life.
I distinctly remember my father telling me that if I wanted to dress like a whore, I can plant myself on the side of the highway and start making a living for myself. I spent most of my childhood bowing down to everything my father said. He instilled that fear in me as a young girl – always being on the back end of his belt or switch if I was “bad” enough. I was the only daughter – I needed to be picture perfect and like a doll. My mother would stand idly by as he inflicted his abuse on me – only doing so because he loved and cared about me.
Total bullshit if you ask me.
I guess you can say with all the structure and ruling that fell at the hand of my father – you wouldn’t be surprised to hear that I rebelled. Starting at the early age of 13, I snuck out of the house to meet the boys from the wrong sides of the tracks. We would listen to the devil’s music as my father called it – getting high as kites.  My flower-patterned dress would be hiked up above my waist – my legs wrapped tightly around the guy’s hips – as they pounded into me. My mother always preached that a girl should stay pure until the night of their wedding -giving the gift of virginity to their awaiting husband.
 I lost that gift behind the First Methodist Church to a kid three grades ahead of me. It was meaningless and hurt like hell, but after that I couldn’t get enough.
By the time I hit 16, I had fucked half the senior class. I gained a reputation as the 10th grade slut – willing to do anything and anyone. Now, was this true – partially. I didn’t care if you were the ugliest guy in class – if you had a dick then I was ready and willing. I was never one to seek the guys out first. They would come to me and a couple minutes later they would be making me cum. There were rumors that I was a child prostitute – my parents were less than thrilled to hear that be brought up during a meeting with the principal.
At that point, I was pulled out of the school and sent to an all-girls catholic school about 45 minutes from home. My father made sure to drive me every day and would stay on the premises until school was over. Even if I wanted to ditch class and run away, Roy Landry was watching like a fucking hawk. I managed to mellow out a little once I graduated high school – I guess being locked up like Rapunzel will do that to people. I wasn’t allowed to go to prom – parties thrown by the other girls - I was isolated in my room. While my brothers were living their lives, I was stuck watching Walter Cronkite on the CBS Evening News with Brenda and Roy ever night.
I’m sure you’re trying to figure out where I’m going with all this information – I swear it’s important given the truth you’re about to hear.
A girl who hitchhiked all the way to California- fell in love with two brothers who despised each other – watching as they both fell into the pits of hell by creating the most dangerous motorcycle gang in Northern Cali – my story has to start somewhere, right?
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kiss it better 03.
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pairing: jax teller x black!reader | warning: not much in this chapter tbh
sum: you’re back in charming. perfect timing for a storm is brewing. jax teller has an unquenchable thirst for vengeance.
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chapter 02.
The moment he comes to Jax knows he has overslept.
The sun was bright, slowly creeping toward the center of the sky. Its rays slipped through the thin curtains casting a glow across the bedroom.
Despite resting for ten hours, Jax’s body remains bogged by exhaustion. Ten hours paled to the amount of sleep needed for his body to replenish the remaining hours of his sleep deficit. His mind attempts to drift to the cellphone across the room. His slumber meant there were unanswered calls and messages waiting for his attention. Jax nuzzles his face back into the inviting warmth of his pillow.
The rise and fall of his pillow come in a steady rhythm, one that could easily lull him back to sleep.
His eyes open to find you asleep. Your bodies had remained close throughout the night. In the center of the bed, you had somehow managed not to be awoken by the sunlight filling the room.
Jax blinks, part of him thinking you would be gone once the action was over. The last few days had passed in an endless blur of moments. He wouldn’t be surprised if the image of you were an evil illusion summoned by his sleep-deprived senses.
Now he is awake, Jax wonders how the news of Opie’s passing reached you. When he was released, his first instinct was to call you. Not Gemma, but you.
He would have, but he knew the number he’d spent years committing to memory was disconnected. The pain he’d felt deep within his chest when he’d first dialed the number to no avail was one he’d never experienced. Its initial impact was sharp, coming as fast as it left. Soon, the sharp pain subsided, melting into an unnatural, soft dull pain that lingered for days. The ache was temporarily forgotten as Jax tackled the fires of his day. It returned to the front of his mind when he had a moment of downtime.
It took him nearly a month after your departure to learn the meaning of the pain resonating in his chest. It was the soft and slow tearing of his heart.
He’d spent months angry at you, the bitter hatred of your decision to sever all ties with him spilling into every aspect of his life. His temper nipped short, leading to Jax butting heads with everyone who stepped foot in his direction. As the exhaustion of being angry wore off, he started the chase of distraction.
Days packed full of tasks for him to complete. The list ran from the rising to the setting of the sun. The moment the list was complete, Jax was rewarded with a night of decadence. A dangerous cocktail of alcohol and heated moments with Lisa.
The vicious cycle was endless, but it kept Jax distracted from the dull pain in his chest.
When his eyes return to your face, Jax finds your gaze focused on him.
“Mornin',” he whispered softly.
“You look like shit,” you manage.
The soft smile your words sparks brings your touch to the warmth of his cheek.
“Trust me, I feel like it.”
You could echo the sentiment, but your voice is trapped in your throat. The soft smile on Jax's lips had faded slowly, his expression inscrutable. His eyes met yours before moving down to your lips.
His gaze pinned you in place, the air leaving your lungs as his touch grazed your cheek. It was a look you had encountered a handful of times in his presence. Each time, Jax had mustered enough willpower to suppress it. As his thumb dragged over your bottom lip, you realized he had no intention of pulling away.
Before he could persuade himself it was a terrible idea, Jax lowered his head and pressed his lips to yours.
They were gone as fast as they had come. The initial action is simple testing of the waters.
When they returned, the kiss was gentle and hard at once. Jax's beard was coarse as it scraped against your skin, his lips soft as they moved against yours.
Jax’s body relaxed, your arms snaking around the back of his neck, his weight shifting to press you into the mattress. Your fingers carded through his soft locks urging his tongue to part your lips. The kiss melted into a slow pace, Jax’s expert exploration of your mouth fogging your mind. You could only think of how to keep his lips on yours.
This was a slippery slope, but neither of you could pull away. Your kisses were different than any he’s previously shared. Jax’s most intimate moments panned out like every moment in his life. Rough, heated, and fast. They satisfied his need for a temporary high yet always left him wanting more.
Your kisses were heartfelt, your touch inviting as it drifted down his spine. The combination mysteriously seized control of his mind. It commanded his body to slow down. It allowed him to savor the softness of your lips, the warmth of your skin under his touch. The way your body responded to his, your hips dangerously arching up to meet his.
The ringing of his phone seemed to break Jax from your spell.
You both paused, panting and breathless, listening to the chime of his phone echo off the walls of the quiet house. Jax’s heart pounded against his ribs, yours beating in tandem.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean…” Jax’s words trail off as his eyes pass over your parted lips.
What was the point of lying?
He had meant to kiss you. Hell he would have done more than that if he hadn’t been interrupted.
“It’s okay.”
You push yourself up, thankful for the distance it forces Jax to put between the two of you.
With fresh air in your lungs, the fog in your mind quickly recedes. An unsettling twinge of guilt tightens your stomach as Jax’s eyes meet yours.
A slippery slope.
A single kiss had tipped the scales. It would take a far more painful act to reset the balance.
You cannot stay here.
The reminder pushes you off the bed.
Thankfully, the ringer doesn’t relent. The moment it dies, the sound returns with a second call. Jax’s eyes track your movements, his silence prompting you to glance in his direction.
“You should get that. I’m going to shower.”
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Not tonight.
Your foolish words echo through your mind as you stare down the Reaper grinning at you.
It looks like you’re a bit rusty, sweetheart. You foolishly allowed me to rest.
The slip of your tongue hadn’t registered until nearly an hour after you left Jax alone in his bed.
Not tonight.
The limitation on his retaliation was up. The sun was now high in the sky, blazing down on the crowded parking lot of the Teller-Morrow automotive repair shop.
The patched members of SAMCRO had filed outside with the anticipated arrival of their president. Too intoxicated the night before, Jax had allowed you to drive him home. Which resulted in you having to give him a ride back. Usually, this wouldn’t be a problem. But, today, you wish Jax didn’t require your help.
He was across the parking lot, back to you as he spoke to a man you didn’t recognize. Despite the distance between the two of you, you could still feel the weight of his body against yours. The warmth of his mouth against yours, and how easily it coaxed you to cross a line you’d spent years avoiding.
“What’s troubling your mind, sweetheart?”
You find Bobby’s eyes on you. Rubbing a cloth against his glasses, he awaits your response. 
You nod in the direction of Jax, your gaze returning to the man he speaks to. Arms crossed over his chest, he rests against the black SUV behind him. 
“Who’s Jax talking to?”
“Nero,” Bobby explains. “He’s helping us out with something.”
“Something?” You echo, your brow arched in amusement as Bobby meets your gaze. The action pulls a chuckle from the older man. “Am I better off not knowing?”
“Depends,” he shrugs, eyes watching as your attention returns to Jax. “On how good you were at comforting Jax last night. Don't want to bring out your jealous side.”
Your eyes roll at the implication. 
“I got him to sleep,” you sigh. “Something none of you knuckleheads bothered to do.”
Bobby releases a chuckle, unconvinced. “The kid’s stubborn, same as you.”
“How were things with him before…”
Bobby remains silent as he struggles to find words, to sum up, the events that have occurred in your absence. 
“Jax has been preparing for the gavel since he was born,” his eyes take in the crowded lot. “But I don’t you can ever really prepare for it, legacy or not. He’s been trying to steer us in the right direction, but…”
With listening ears nearby, you watch Bobby’s brows rise in suggestion. You don’t need him to complete his statement. 
You noticed Clay’s absence the moment you arrived. Although you were glad he wasn’t around to add more to his stepson’s plate, you knew Clay’s absence still weighed heavy on Jax’s mind.
Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. 
With Clay out of sight, Jax wasn’t able to see what he was plotting. 
As if sensing your thoughts, Clay steps out of the clubhouse.
“Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.” 
Your words come out low enough to only be heard by Bobby, but Clay’s gaze scans the crowded lot before settling on you.
He’s visibly aged since your last sighting of the former president. The tubes tucked into his nostrils snaked down his chest to the oxygen tank in his left hand. He looked meek and surely incapable of riding his bike out with the rest of the club. His expression remained unreadable as you lifted your hand offering him a wave.
“I don’t imagine he’s been supporting Jax in his new role?”
With a slight shake of his head, Bobby wraps his arm around your shoulder. Giving you a gentle squeeze, he offers you a warm smile as your head briefly rests against him.
“It’s good to have you back.”
Soon you’re left alone, nervous energy radiating through your body as Jax makes his way toward you. 
Despite the feeling, you cannot deny him a smile as Jax comes to a stop before you. The smile on his face is one you’d spent years missing. Paired with the bright blue eyes searching your expression, you almost forget about the circumstances surrounding your arrival the night before. 
Not tonight.
You blink, eyes dropping from his to your worn sneakers. 
“Thanks for last night,” he says, his fingers finding yours.
Your eyes focus on his split knuckles. Your thumb gingerly passes over the damaged skin. 
“And this morning.”
The second half of his statement comes as your eyes meet his. 
“I just want you to be okay.”
It’s not a lie. You’ve never meant anything as much as the words you’ve just spoken. The problem is, you know placating Jax’s current state would only lead to a more difficult departure.
“It feels that way when you’re here.” The softly uttered admission is not meant for your ears.
Jax reaches into the chest pocket of his kutte. He retrieves a familiar scratched eight ball. The same keychain you’d passed to him the last time you said goodbye in the same spot years before. The key he’d forged for you still sits on the ring. 
His throat clears as your fingers brush his in retrieval of the key. “You can uh–stay with me as long as you’re here.”
You meet his gaze. His eyes are curious. His invitation is a shoddy attempt at asking the question his lips can’t utter.
How long will you stay?
“Thank you.”
You house the keychain in your front pocket, a silence falling over the two of you. 
You can feel her gaze before you spot her. It sears into your skin as your fingers remain interlaced with Jax’s.
Jax follows your gaze, a deep breath filling his lungs as he glimpses Gemma's narrowed eyes. The corner of his lips tugs into a smile as he shifts, blocking you from her sight. 
“Play nice,” he sighs. The twinkle of amusement in his eyes relaxes your tense grip on his fingers. “The last thing I need is to break up a fight between you two.”
“I’ll play nice if she does.” Your matter-of-a-fact tone morphs his smile into a grin.
He knew your words rang true. He never dreamt he’d witness a woman who could go toe to toe with his mother until he met you.
The warmth of his hands against your cheeks forces your gaze to meet his. You make a point of allowing your eyes to roll as you huff a “fine.”
“I’m only doing it because you asked,” you mumble.
You can feel your body relax as his soft chuckle fills your ears. Your eyes drift shut as his lips press against your forehead. A parting gift he’d given you for as long as you can remember. 
“I gotta go,” Jax mumbles. Despite the admission, you both remain where you stand. 
Your lips meet his halfway. The featherlight kiss drew his hands down your spine. Pulling you closer, he deepens the kiss as you relax against his chest. 
“Be safe, please.” 
Jax’s response to your request comes in a gentle squeeze of your waist. He slips his sunglasses over his eyes before starting toward his bike.
Your mind drives away with Jax as he disappears through the parking lot gates. The distraction allows Gemma to settle alongside you, her voice causing you to jump.
“Gotta admit, I’m surprised you lasted the night.” Your eyes remain on the gates, but Gemma can easily read the tightening of your stance. Her shade-covered eyes rake down your entire frame. “Thought you’d vanish before the sunrise. Isn’t that more your style?”
The breath you take comes out softer than you expect. The smile you’ve fixed on your face instantly forces your shoulders to relax.
“Nice to see you haven’t changed, Gem.”
Gemma lets out a dry laugh as you face her. Instead of matching your words with a snide remark, she nods over her shoulder.
“It's too hot to do this out here,” she sighs, her hand raising to fan her face. “Let’s go in.”
You follow Gemma across the lot towards her office.
The cramped room welcomes you with the forgiving breeze of AC. You sink into the seat opposite hers, eyes passing over the familiar walls. Not much has changed. Her desk is still cluttered, stacked high with files and receipts. The only additions you can easily find are the updated photos tacked against the wall.
A soft smile finds your lips as you observe a photo of Jax.
He sits on his Harley, his son seated in front of him wore his helmet. Older than your last encounter, Abel wears a smile that matches his father's.
“You must have really missed it here.”
Your brow arches, gaze leaving the photo to find Gemma relaxed in her chair. She takes a drag of her cigarette before pointing the lit tip toward you.
“You came running back the second you got a chance.”
“I never missed this place. It’s full of leeches that suck you dry.” Gemma scoffs as your eyes linger on her. “I did miss the weather. Winters in New York are too cold for my taste.”
Gemma’s brow lifts at the admission. “Thought you’d be used to it by now.”
“Why?”
“Jax mentioned that’s where you’re from.”
“Not originally. My mom and I moved there when I was four.”
“What about your dad?”
You shrug.
Breaching the topic of family history is never something you enjoy. Let alone with Gemma on the receiving end. Although you had lived in Charming for five years, Gemma can admit she barely knows much about you.
You had never taken a liking to her. Which was fine for her, Gemma never liked you. She watched you arrive, a stranger to the ways of her lifestyle, but you somehow easily fit in. The moment her son laid eyes on you, Jax was incapable of escaping you. The hold you had over her son, Gemma couldn’t comprehend.
Five years, and not once did you allow Jax to cross the line of friendship. That’s why he couldn't get rid of Lisa. As long as the line remained uncrossed, Lisa believed there was hope.
You knew why Gemma didn’t like you. She feared the influence you had over her son, even if you didn’t recognize the full extent of it.
Lisa thought the way to Jax’s heart was sex. She was naive to believe her tactics would work. No matter how powerful, time and time again, men have fallen victim to the lure of a woman’s touch. Men, much more powerful than Jax Teller, had lost their families and fortunes to a woman able to get them in bed. That’s why Gemma permitted Lisa to stay around. Lisa was incapable of seeing the bigger picture, and that’s how Gemma wanted things to stay.
A woman blinded by the power and money she believed Jax possessed would never think to persuade him to desert it.
A woman who could see through the allure and convince Jax to do the same, was dangerous. That is why her comment comes out with a laugh.
“Lemme guess, your daddy’s locked up somewhere. Serving life for some crime he didn’t commit?”
“Might as well be,” you watch her smile dim as you ignore the bait. “He hasn’t laid eyes on me since I was born.”
A silence falls over the office as Gemma’s eyes study you. If you’re irritated by her previous statement, you show no sign.
“Well, you’re doing pretty good without him from what I hear.”
“And what have you heard?”
“You got a good-paying job waiting for you back in New York.” Tapping her cigarette against the rim of the ashtray, she meets your gaze. “How much time they give you to come here?”
You smile at her question.
Classic Gemma.
Skillfully distracting her prey before hooking them with unsuspecting bait. Only, you’ve been in the ring with her before.
“I took a week off.”
Leaning forward, she crushes her cigarette against the bottom of the ashtray.
“Well, since you’re gonna be here a while I got something for you–”
“I don’t need any favors, Gemma.”
Like many things in Charming, favors from Gemma Teller-Morrow came with strings attached.
“It’s not a favor, sweetheart.” Gemma’s eyes roll. “And it’s not from me.”
You watch her stand. She picks a key up from the board hanging behind her desk. Turning to face you she weighs it in her palm, her eyes taking in your current state of confusion.
“I’m glad you’re back,” she steps around the desk walking to the door. “We can finally get this hunk of trash out of the garage. It’s taking up space for potential customers.”
The “hunk of trash” Gemma referred to sits at the center of the garage. The red 1965 Ford Mustang is a sight for sore eyes. It was the last thing tying you to the father you couldn’t remember. Left with your mother, the car was the only thing she had bothered to keep that came from the man who disappeared faster than the ink could dry on your birth certificate.
“If it were up to me, I would have had it crushed at the junkyard when you left,” Gemma says, eyes tracking your movements as you step into the garage for a closer look. “But ya know Jax. He made sure the prospect kept it in pristine condition in case you ever came back.”
“It’s a good thing he doesn’t take after you.”
“You’re right,” Gemma’s nose scrunches at the comment. “Jackson has always taken after his father. Right down to the bleeding heart. That’s what got him killed.”
You jump, managing to catch the keys poorly cast in your direction.
“Phil.” Gemma waves the prospect over. “Follow her, so she can return her rental. Finally, give us a reason to get her car outta here.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
"For someone who called me here, you sure delivered an icy welcome." Your comment stops Gemma in her tracks.
Her dark eyes narrow as she takes in your expectant expression. Your words may have stopped short, but the unspoken question is loud and clear.
Why the hell did you call me here?
"See you when you get back."
The prospect watches your eyes follow Gemma out of the garage. He offers you a warm smile as your eyes drift to him.
“So you’re the mystery owner,” he says, hand running over the hood. “Jax’s been gatekeeping this one.”
Your brow arches prompting him to elaborate.
“Everyone who sees this car asks to buy it,” he chuckles. “Just last week, some suit came through and offered Jax 60k, cash if he was willing to part ways with it. Gem was pissed when he said no.”
A smile spread across your lips at the thought of Jax resisting Gemma throwing a fit.
“I’m Phil.” He offers you his hand.
You drop the key in Phil’s hand before starting toward the garage’s entrance.
“Y/N. You can follow me.”
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It's not up for discussion, Jackson.
150 kilos. Three weeks.
Damon Pope's voices echoes through his mind as Jax parks before the clubhouse.
His latest meeting with the kingpin was proving to be problematic.
150 kilos. Three weeks.
Jax had difficulty moving fifty kilos to meet Pope's last deadline. He cannot fathom how the kingpin expected him to move more than double that in the same length of time. Let alone convince the club to assist in the matter.
Jax wasn't naive--his table was divided. A divided table can lead to a king's downfall. Clay was a living testament.
Since the meeting, Jax had connected with the Mayan president. Alvarez hadn't bothered to ask if Jax was okay.
"Sorry about your friend, hermano," he'd sighed as he'd answered Jax's call.
The conversation delegated a meet-up for the two MCs. Alvarez knew better than most that the responsibilities of a king did not stop for a loss.
Even if Jax could secure help from the Mayans, it was still too much product.
Fuck.
"So, the rumors are true." The smile on Eli's face stretched into a grin as he watched Jax's pace stall. Damn. He loved catching the SAMCRO leader off guard. "Your girlfriend's back in town."
Jax lifts an unlit cigarette to his lips, eyes taking in the Lieutenant casually resting against the hood of your Mustang. He pauses to light it.
"She's not my girlfriend."
"Right." Eli slowly drug out the word, his eyes taking in Jax's current state.
Since their last meeting, Jax had earned himself new bruises.
Jax allows the smoke to leave his lungs before raising his question.
"Is there a reason you're here?" It's a genuine question. What little patience Jax had was threatening to run thin as he took in Eli's smile.
A dry laugh escapes Eli's mouth, the sound tightening Jax's jaw.
Shrugging off the car, he invades the President's space, forcing him to meet his gaze.
"I keep trying to figure out how the fuck you manage to squirm outta every cage I manage to put you in," Eli's growled. "That murder charge was airtight."
"Clearly," Jax huffs. "It wasn't."
Dropping it to the ground, Jax ground the cigarette with his shoe.
"Look, man. If you came to ask how I got out, I can cut this enlightening conversation short. I don't know any more than you do." Jax allowed Eli's fiery eyes to search his.
All the Lieutenant found was two pools of cool blue. The tone of Jax's voice would have convinced most. Eli, however, knew Jax was a master of gatekeeping secrets.
"Now, I gotta go," lighting patting the man's chest, Jax ignored the gritting of Eli's teeth. "I'm sure you're aware, we both have jobs to do. Last time I checked, my taxes aren't paying for you to sit on your ass in my shop's lot."
Eli reacts quicker than Jax. His grip caught Jax's arm, bruisingly pressing into his skin, keeping him in place.
He felt Jax's body change in a matter of half a second. The calm, relaxed posture tensed as Eli's grip tightened. Jax's rigid stance paled in comparison to the frigid icy blue gaze that passed over Eli's face before lowering to his grip.
"There's the man I've been hearing about," Eli chuckled, his smile stretching as Jax's jaw locked into place. He tightened his grip, the slight flinch of Jax's left eye the only sign the pain had registered. "Thought you'd let Pope scare it outta ya."
"I suggest you move your hand," Jax's voice came out low and level, the threat pooling in his eyes loosening Eli's grip.
Eli's touch falls away, the pounding of the blood rushing in Jax's ears prompting Jax to take a step forward. His fight instinct had flipped on as quick as a switch. Jax catches sight of the panic that briefly flashes in the Lieutenant's eyes, Eli's right hand instinctively moving to the holster on his hip.
The pain registering against his right palm pulls Jax's gaze from Eli's holster. Relaxing his clenched fist, Jax forces a harsh breath from his lungs.
"Unless you plan on leaving your condolences, I suggest you get the fuck out of here, Eli," Jax growled.
He didn't wait for a response. Neither man can comprehend what force pulled Jax back. It guided him across the lot towards the clubhouse, prompting Jax to back down from a fight they both knew his rage would easily allow him to win.
"I'll admit I took you for a lot of things, Teller, but not the type of man that would blatantly disrespect Opie by playing nice with the man responsible for his death?"
Eli's words echoed across the empty lot.
They halt Jax's movements, forcing him to stop just shy of the door. A long second passes, Jax's fists clenching.
Eli waits, ready to receive Jax's backlash. He just needed verbal confirmation. A verbal confirmation of the relationship between the Oakland kingpin and SAMCRO.
But Eli's request was denied as Jax yanked the door open before disappearing inside.
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You pass Phil another beer, watching as he slides it into the fridge. Phil is behind the bar restocking it in preparation for the meeting Jax had called.
Although most members of SAMCRO had filed through the door an hour ago, you had yet to see Jax. To pass the time, you had busied yourself with helping Phil complete small tasks around the clubhouse.
The prospect seemed to be thankful for your company. He quickly found what Jax liked about you. You were easy to talk to.
Your eyes pass over the crowded room. "So…any idea what this meeting is about?"
Phil's eyes briefly meet yours before returning to the beer you offer him. His voice lowers, prompting you to lean across the bar to hear.
"All I know is…there’s a big shipment the guys gotta vote on today."
"That explains why Jax is tense."
"Everyone is," Phil admits. "Pope is offering the club a lot of money if Jax can pull it off."
Your muscles tense. A cold shiver runs down your spine.
"Pope?"
"Damon Pope, some big hitter from Oakland—"
Phil tenses. You glance over your shoulder just in time to see Jax stalking through the door.
The laughter and conversations quickly die down as the President's return registers.
You watch as Lisa instantly perks up, her posture straightening as Jax's eyes drift to her. Seated at the opposite end of the bar, she has spent the last hour shooting daggers at you. The beer in her hand was nearly empty. She had tried to pass the time by flirting with Frankie Diamonds.
It didn't take more than a single look over for you to register how tight Jax was wound.
His eyes follow Lisa's gaze to you. His brow arches as his eyes meet yours.
“Your guard dogs are extra feisty today,” you note as he stops beside you.
"Can’t do much about that, darling," he sighs, reaching over the bar for a beer. “Not trying to get bit today.”
He glances over at you, surprised by your lack of comment. He takes a sip of his beer before settling on the stool next to yours. He doesn’t object as you take the bottle to do the same.
“Jax–”
“I’m good.” His response is automatic. He’s repeated it a handful of times today. Each time he said it, he believed it would move him one step closer to it becoming true.
“That’s…good,” your brow furrows, eyes watching as he slowly turns the ring on his left hand. “But that’s not what I was going to ask.”
Jax’s eyes lift to find yours focused on the bottle in your hand.
“Since when are you working with Damon Pope?”
To no surprise, your question is met with silence.
In all your years as friends, you had never desired to learn the details of the club’s business. Jax was thankful for your desire. It made it easier for him to filter out the bullshit in your presence.
Jax's brow raises as he accepts the bottle from you. “How’d you hear about that?”
It is your turn to be shocked by the presented question.
You hadn’t expected him to respond, let alone not attempt to deny your words. Instead, of deflecting the question, Jax had taken it head on. The look of confusion on his face causes you to swallow.
“Does it really matter?” You ask, suddenly wary his question may be an act of avoidance.
Jax’s jaw tightens his eyes slowly passing over the room. He releases his breath as his gaze lands on Phil. The prospect trying his best to avoid Jax’s gaze as he ferociously scrubbed a clean table with a rag.
“It does matter,” Jax’s gaze remains on Phil. “The club’s not advertising that information yet. We still got shit to work out—“
His eyes glance in your direction, his words stopping short. He knows he’s already said enough by confirming your suspicion.
“I know it’s not—“
“Your place to speak on?”
Jax watches you recoil at his harshly spoken words. The sight was one he’d hoped to never see from you again.
"Shit. I didn’t mean that.”
He sighs, hand running down his face. His eyes gripped shut. He tried his best to force down the anger still bubbling from his encounter with Eli. Lifting the bottle to his lips, how downed the chilled liquid to the last drop.
His tired eyes lifts to meet your gaze. When he speaks this time, his voice is softer.
“It’s just…I’ve been hearing everyone’s opinion on this all morning.”
“It’s a bad idea to work with him, Jackson.”
The conviction in your voice gives Jax pause. His brow furrows.
“What do you know about him?”
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Rooms And Sleeping Positions
Summary: Here is my theory from the ask i put in @rhoorl's box. About the Tf boys rooms,and sleeping positions. maybe just maybe there are others think @rhoorl, me and others thought the same way. Without further adue...
Person can tell alot about someone by The way a bedroom looks. From furniture to the decor. To the colors. So.. let's explore the bedrooms of Delta Force.
Ironhead Miller: 
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Nothing special to say about the room. It's simple. Well organized. Few pics of family ,Santi,and Frankie. Neutral painted walls. Green colored sheets,and duvet. Even his favorite childhood blanket from home. Feels safe when he has a breakdown from his nightmares. Few pillows litter his bed. Next to a window is his favorite chair. Oh how much he loves it. Sits in there while he reads his endless books that he collected through the years. Although there is something missing. Someone to help him get through his mental ,and emotional state. Someone to love him. To keep him safe. On a gloomy, rainy day. He is reading a childhood book to ease his mind. Window opened slightly. Wind blowing the cutrians. Getting lost in the book, he didn't know a certain pair of soft hands on his shoulder," Thought you might need some company. I know how this weather makes you feel. " Putting the book. Pulls his guardian angel to his lap. Kiss her temple," Glade you are here my Cherry. Everytime your here. Brightens up my room. Also my very soul. " Cherry does her very best to tend to his needs. By staying over a lot. Before long. Some of her personal stuff appears in his drawers. For an event Will has another episode. 
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Few rooms down is Benny's. His style reminds him of his love of sports from his youth. One wall hangs his first pair of gloves given by the love of his life. Next wall hangs a wall hanging of the farmhouse him and Will grew up in. On the nightstand is a picture of him and his baby. His soulmate. Oh how he missed her. Lays in his large bed with black sheets and red comforter. He rairly used since he never gets cold. He uses a light blanket. On another wall he has a mounted TV . Where he watches movies ,and sports. He too loves to read. Has a bookcase filled with books . Nothing military mind you. Not in his space where he wants to forget about that shit. On one nightstand lies a journal. Filled with thoughts from what he has been thinking about to his baby girl. Memories of their time together. 
Since he retired from fighting. He put his  soul in other passion . Singing. On this night  Benny sits on his windowsill strumming on his guitar.Singing softly. Till angelic voice joined him. Trying not to tear up. His love is here. Everything is good in his world. 
Santiago Garcia
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Among the boys on the force Santiago Garcia's space is unlike the others. Blackout curtains on all of the windows. 800 count hotel sheets on his bed. Loads of pillows. Especially a body pillow he cuddles when he sleeps. As for personal touches? Not much. Few of his family members ( whom he doesn't talk about much.) Frankie knows why since they grew up together. Other pictures are some places he visited. That didn't cause him to have any bad memories. On his nightstand is a digital picture frame that stores private pictures of him and his special someone. He looks at it so he can rest. Waiting for her return. 
Frankie Morales
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If anyone enters Frankie's room can tell he is a pilot. From the pictures to colors.just simple. Like he is now. Unlike he was before. One thing he has in common with Santi is the curtains. He needs to have his room dark so he can sleep. Manuals fills his bookcase. Also some books based on movies he has seen. He too has a pic of a special someone. His daughter who he gets to see from time to time. Bed is so simple the others tease him about it. He doesn't care it's comfortable. 
Sleep positions: 
All of them have weird sleeping positions. Had to do with their Army days. Now? Lets just say it can annoy them to no end. To something strange. 
William Miller: 
He is a side sleeper. Does he stay in one place? Nope! He tosses and turns on nights he has a nightmare. That's why he lays there. Looking up at the ceiling. Thinking about what bothered him. Reason why  he can't sleep through the night. 
Benny Miller: 
Oh the baby of the group. Can find him in different positions. From sleeping on his back to being sprawled out like a starfish. Usually happens after a hard workout. Off chance he has a nightmare? He is on his side clutching a pillow. Pretending it's someone there. 
Santiago Garcia: 
Oh he is all over the place. Different positions throughout the night. Starts out on his side. Then on his stomach.then sprawled out clutching his pillow. One thing though. He hates to sleep on his back.Why? Had to do that after his knee surgery ( yes he had to get one) . Being comfortable is so important to him. Says he needs to catch up on lost sleep. On a rainy day he would sleep the day away. 
Frankie Morales 
Side sleeper without a freaking doubt. Hardly moves . Unless he is having a bad dream where he is either in the middle of the bed, or leaning on the edge. Once he almost fell out of bed when he tried to reach for his phone. When he is in a deep sleep? Nothing can wake him unless someone yells in his ear.
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... like i’m falling for you? (2/2) - arthur pendragon - guinevere!reader
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A/N: Not sure if I liked how I ended this, but anyway...
Summary: Imagine meeting Arthur for the first time who is claiming you already as the love of his life aka his future wife.
Arthur Pendragon - the most infuriating man in all of Camelot who knew of his effect on women. As if you didn't already knew how his abdominal muscles looked. The destined King tended to take his shirt off in your presence any chance he could get after all.
Pairing: Arthur Pendragon x fem!reader (Lady Guinevere, no body description)
Warning: flirting, romantic!arthur, the sexualisation of Arthur’s upper body?, mentioned death, hinted suicide, language
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Today was a wonderful day, you thought. The birds were singing, only a mild breeze went through the air. Nothing in the world could dampen your mood; you surmised while inhaling a deep breath.
A fond smile still lingered on your lips when the air filled with joyful laughter. With the twist of your head, you discovered a band of children rushing towards you and being all adorable with their tripping feet.
Your eyes widened in surprise when their running feet came to a stop in front of you. “Well, hello there.”
With their hands hidden behind their backs, the children adorably glanced up at you with expectation in their bright eyes. A young girl among the group swayed coyly on her feet before smiling mysteriously. “We have a present for you, Lady Guin.”
You pressed your lips together before they could shift into a crooked smirk, knowing how hard it was for them to pronounce your name properly. You placed your hands on your hips in a playful manner. “I didn’t know it was my namesake day.”
The young girl scurried on her tiptoes towards you. Waiting for you to bow down until her mouth was inches from your ear. Her hand covered the shell of your ear, like she intended to reveal a secret only meant for your ears to hear. “It’s a surprise.”
You were now utterly curious by the mystery presented to you. You certainly didn’t imagine your day to go like this when you woke up in the morning, yet here you were. “By whom?”
The children giggled in anticipation.
A young boy nudged the girl with his elbow who chewed on her lip. She lowered her head before offering a flower crown made of daisies in the palms of her hand.
You raised your eyebrows and provided your hands out of reflex. “Oh my. Is that for me?” It was probably the mere presence of those children that made you feel touched by the gesture, not to mention the higher and unfamiliar pitch in your voice.
The children nodded their heads in agreement. If you weren’t affected already, the action of the boys certainly did it. When they revealed bouquets of flowers behind their backs as a present.
You felt almost speechless and in awe of their actions.
What was the meaning of this?
“They’re so beautiful.” You bent down slightly, waiting for the girl to adorn your head with the flower crown. “How do I look?”
The bright-eyed young girl gushed, “So beautiful.”
“So, tell me truth, what’s the occasion?” You held the flowers to your chest and tried to discern which youngling was the most inclined to divulge the truth. Your gaze met the lass, knowing there was a hidden reverence behind those glistening eyes.
“It’s a secret, we’re not supposed to tell,” the lass whispered.
The secrecy behind it all only enhanced the suspicion you felt. A certain someone wouldn’t be above luring in children to do his bidding.
That sounded way more nefarious in your head.
You shrugged your shoulders. “All right. But if I guessed it on my own, you wouldn’t have broken your promise, right?”
She swayed coyly. “Perhaps.”
“Let me guess: it’s someone tall, blond and with the most hideous face you’ve ever seen?”
The boys chuckled, clearly appreciating your jesting.
Indignation remained in the girl’s voice when she replied, “He’s not ugly.”
Your suspicions were fully confirmed now. Although the romantic idea of Arthur acquiring the help of young children to bestow you with flowers certainly didn’t seem that far-fetched.
“Uh ... why am I not surprised, Arthur?” you muttered under your breath.
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“Did you have a wonderful day, my love?”
You heard Arthur in the distance as he tried to catch up with you while you wandered along the shoreline. You didn’t know what to make of his out of breath words and his content disposition. No matter what you did - how mean or how much you resisted the future king - Arthur almost appeared mesmerized by you. 
His voice still took you by surprise as he came from behind you to walk alongside you. Arthur placed his hands behind his back in a nonchalant manner.
“As if you don’t already know.”
Arthur pouted his lips. “Whatever are you talking about?”
“Oh, someone’s playing coy?” Turning around, you walked backwards while staring at Arthur with a smirk on your lips. “That’s not like you, Pendragon.”
Arthur chuckled, with his gaze briefly meeting the ground, almost shyly in a way.
It really wasn’t like him. The rare moment of vulnerability took you aback. Arthur always flaunted his arrogance and confidence in the faces of his fellows. Months ago, when all of this started you wouldn’t have thought that Arthur was even the right fit for king, but now things had changed, you saw him grow and transform into the person he was meant to be.
Arthur stroked the back of his neck and whispered with a raspy voice, “Did you like them?”
You deliberately turned your body until your back was facing Arthur again. “Oh, the children were very nice. Adorable, really.”
An innate part of you could sense Arthur rolling his eyes behind you at your evasive techniques. “You’re hilarious.”
“Thank you,” you teased, “Still, no one told me you were secretly a romantic.”
Arthur smirked and shook his head. “Only for the people that matter.”
You pressed your hand to your chest teasingly, as if you tried to wilfully stop your heart from jumping out of your chest. “Aww, what a gentleman. How have you not killed women with your charm already? You are truly a menace for society.”
“Well, would you believe me if I told you the others pale in comparison to you?”
After a pregnant pause, you groaned in frustration while rolling your eyes. “That was so gaudy.”
Arthur huffed loudly. “I know. I regretted it as soon as I said it.”
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This was truly one of the most beautiful landmarks of what this country had to offer, you thought in bliss, when you bathed in the lake. Close by, the splashing sounds of the waterfall calmed your mind at your back.
Your eyes followed your hand as it slid in circles under the water. You collected the fresh water in your palms. A sigh left your lips when you cleaned your face.
Your body tensed at hearing footsteps in the distance. Swimming backwards to shroud your body behind the stream, you waited with bated breath for the incoming person.
A frustrated exhale left you as soon as you saw who intruded on your alone-time.
Walking with an idle swagger along the shore that only he was capable of, Arthur pulled his arm behind his back. The moment when he pulled up his chemise, his dumbfounded eyes caught your clothes neatly folded on the ground.
Your voice yanked Arthur out of his thoughts, “This lake is already occupied.”
Arthur’s eyes lit up when they met your concealed face above the water level.
You sighed when Arthur let go of his chemise and his hands dropped to his waist again until you could no longer see his abdominal muscles on bare display.
Disappointment filled you once you no longer could appreciate his body which soon turned into exasperation as soon as that realization hit you.
Arthur’s slow smirk did unimaginable things to your body. “Well, hello, Lady Guinevere. What a nice coincidence to find you here.” He glanced at you from under his eyelashes. “Mind if I join you, love?”
You swam forward, but still aimed to keep your breasts submerged. Inwardly thanking the Lady of the Lake for letting the water have a dark mixture of green and blue, you became fully aware that you portrayed an uncanny resemblance to a Syren. “Go find your own lake.”
Arthur’s mocking glare made your stomach swoop deliciously. “You’re not the boss of me. Besides, this is one of the few that has a waterfall. Perhaps I like the view.”
You narrowed your eyes, not knowing if Arthur meant the waterfall or you since he gazed unwaveringly at you while saying it.
“I was here first.”
Arthur placed his hands on his hips. “And I intend to become the next King of England, so I could just command you to play nice with me.”
You exhaled heavily. “That didn’t work when your father commanded me to and it’s not going to work now. You would force a fair maiden such as myself to indulge your whim?”
Arthur muttered under his breath, “You’re neither a damsel nor fair.”
With a strained voice, you retorted, “I’m going to kill you if your gaze wanders where it shouldn’t.”
A bright smile flashed on Arthur’s lips. “Lovely. What bliss to frolic with you nakedly in the water,” he mused and continued pulling up his light chemise.
You inhaled deeply while your gaze felt drawn to his bare rippling stomach.
Arthur’s movements paused. Looking up into his ocean eyes, a small smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth once he caught you in the act.
Arthur lifted a finger and twirled it in a casual manner. “Turn around, love. I’m a shy fella.”
You shook your head but acquiesced to his request before you muttered under your breath. “You haven’t been shy a day in your life.”
“What was that, my Lady?” Arthur called out from behind you.
“I said, whatever your Lordship commands.”
Arthur chuckled. You heard splashing sounds before the ripples of water reached your body. “Rest assured, your maidenhood remains intact for now.”
You turned your head with a crooked smirk on your lips. The naked chest of Arthur caught your eye as he swam towards you with relaxed strokes. The muscles on his arms and shoulders straining were a menace of a distraction.
Arthur licked his lips, noticing your reaction. “Am I making you nervous, my Lady?” he whispered.
“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“What do you take me for?” Arthur tilted his head. “Ruffling your feathers? Yes. Making you uncomfortable? No.”
You stroked backwards, trying to regain some control by gaining some distance. “How about you stay on your side of the lake, and I’ll stay on mine, your Highness?”
“What’s with the decorum? Besides, if I’m not wrong, all this land is my own, so I shall decide to spend it here if I please.”
“Shall I remind you that it’s not yours yet?”
Teasingly swimming closer, Arthur whispered mockingly, “Blasphemy.”
“You consider yourself a God now?”
Arthur shrugged his shoulders. “If the shoe fits. I don’t know if you noticed, but I consider my physique rather godlike, at least.”
You rolled your eyes. Sometimes Arthur needed to be taken down a peg. “Keep telling yourself that.”
Arthur reached for his chest, with a groaning sound. “Why do you keep insisting on hurting my feelings, my love?”
“Someone’s got to keep you on your toes.”
“Yes, because imagine what would happen if you do let your guard down for once.”
Arthur’s statement got a bit too close for comfort. You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t pretend that you know me. The last time we met we were children.”
Arthur stretched out his arms in the water. “Well, then, don’t presume that you know me, love. Why do you hate me so?” He brushed the water from his face and beard. “Quite the feat, I must admit. To carry so much revulsion for just one person.”
“I wouldn’t call it revulsion. More like annoyance.”
“All right. Why can’t you stand me? It’s really starting to bother me, you know?”
“And we wouldn’t want that, would we? I reckon there have been a few people who you’ve wronged over the years.”
You circled each other in the water, trying to outdo the other like the two of you were always known to do.
Arthur smirked. “Now what makes you say that?”
You shrugged your shoulders. “Just a hunch.”
“I’m not the same as I used to be as a lad.”
“Be that as it may, it’s hard to differentiate with the precedent you set. In the end, it’s more telling how you behaved as a young boy and how you turned out to be.”
Arthur tilted his head, exhaling. “You really can’t forget the thing I did with your hair, can’t you?”
You frowned. “I’m not talking about that.” You tried to swim away.
Arthur let out a guffawing sound. You heard the splashing water behind you.
“Oh, come on. It’s been years. I’m sorry, okay? I was horrible as a child. How can I acquit myself?”
Finally hiding behind the curtain of the waterfall, you faced Arthur again, once you were barely visible. “Why? How far are you willing to go?”
“Do you want me to get down on my knees, or something? To beg?” Arthur followed you and slid through the waterfall.
Your eyes lit up at the imaginary picture Arthur painted in your mind. “Oh, a begging Arthur... Now that could be interesting.”
Sexual tension thickened in the air the longer his dark gaze lingered on you. “Anyone ever tell you; you have the disposition of a sadist?”
“Posh words for someone who decisively hates everything aristocratic.”
Arthur scoffed in indignation. “I read. Besides, I don’t hate you.”
You raised your eyebrows. “You’d call me upper class?”
“You wouldn’t? I mean, despite everything, you enjoyed the advantages of being a noble woman.”
With a glowering face, you replied tersely, “You mean before or after your uncle decided to kill my father?” It was too hard to look at him, you realized when you shook your head. With a heavy breath, you continued, “He was a great man, you know?”
Arthur lowered his head until his hair fell on his forehead. “I remember him,” he whispered under his breath.
“Oh, you do? That’s surprising.” There was no malicious intent behind your words. Merely the truth of your time at Camelot felt like ages ago. And the memory of your father was waning piece by piece.
“What happened to him?”
“Not a whole lot to tell, really. I fled Camelot at the behest of my parents, told me it was no longer safe. They instructed Bedivere to keep me safe as we fled through the gates. Promised me they would soon follow as soon as they could. A few days later, I hear of my father’s death. A hunting accident. And before I knew it, one of Bedivere’s spies … brought me the dagger of my father. That’s all I have left of our legacy.”
“What happened to your mother?”
You gazed into the depths of the lake. “Her mind couldn’t take it. It’s like this idea of this great love. Makes it unbearable for you to live in a world where it’s gone,” your voice became a whisper, like you were uttering a secret.
“Made it unbearable for her when she … took a bath and didn’t surface again.” You looked up at Arthur again, with a deep breath leaving you.
“You know, it’s strange, how two lives can be so different, yet share so many similarities?” you stated once you realized how much Arthur’s and your pasts interwove.
“I’m sorry.”
You blinked at hearing Arthur's sincere apology. “Don’t be. Life is tough. I learned that the hard way. If those things hadn’t happened to me, I never would have known. Do you sometimes imagine what it could’ve been like if you had become the heir you were meant to be? To prosper into something great?”
“I would have turned into the arrogant prick you have always seen me as.”
You chuckled thickly. “Would have been interesting though. Court would have been fun.”
“Careful, love. You almost sound nostalgic, yearning even.” Arthur crossed the distance.
It felt like you two were in your own little world, with the sound of the waterfall drowning out the outside world.
“And we can’t have that, can we?" You brushed your hair away before swallowing thickly.
Arthur’s body was glinting from the play of lights from the water, making him look as tempting as a Syren.
“What are you so afraid of? Is Bedivere having your hide the moment you step out of line and lose propriety?” he whispered in fascination.
“Put my hide out of your mouth,” you teased darkly.
Arthur’s eyes glinted at the threat in your voice. “Why don’t you make me?”
You hummed, wading through the water. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You stopped in front of Arthur before glancing up at him.
A bashful smirk tugged at his lips. “You know me so well.”
Tilting your head back, you hummed an alluring sound. “And what would you suggest I do?”
Arthur’s eyes brightened with enthrallment. He pursed his lips. “I could think of something.” Arthur rubbed his mouth, giving off what he was truly feeling.
You chuckled at his enticing ways while rolling your eyes. “Why am I not surprised, Pendragon?”
“Let me put it this way, I wouldn’t be opposed to you showing your appreciation this way.”
“Appreciation, huh?”
“I think I would die a very happy man indeed,” Arthur whispered quietly.
“I bet you would.” Pressing your lips together, you brushed your fingertips in exploration along his smooth pectoral muscles and neck.
Arthur’s body tensed at the intimate touch that turned into a shiver.
Stroking his bearded jaw, you watched Arthur close his eyes in bliss and start to breathe heavily. You leaned forward and supported your hands on his shoulders, letting your breath ghost over Arthur’s lips. Once you looked up again, his eyes remained closed. You bit your lip while scooping water and letting the cold liquid slosh over his head and face.
Arthur exhaled a gasping breath. He wiped the droplets from his face. “You cheeky little-”
You chuckled and covered your face to shield your teasing, feeling curious about the next word. “Little – what? Wanker? Bastard?”
Arthur bowed his head with a smirk. “Vixen. That’s cruel, you know? Hurting a poor chap’s feelings like that.”
“Oh, really? Do lead me into the direction of this poor chap.” You smiled at the reminder of a familiar conversation.
In return, Arthur beamed in adoration. He tilted his head and let a few strands of his hair dangle over his forehead. “Do you enjoy toying with me so?”
You pursed your lips in thought, shrugging.  “What can I say? It has become one of my favourite pastimes.”
“Still, I believe a part of you secretly enjoys when you receive all of my devotion.” With an intense gaze, Arthur stared at you without uttering a sound. His stare slightly flustered you. Only Arthur was able to render you speechless – only at times – with a mere look.
You saw it coming, maybe because of your instincts or because of the look in Arthur’s eyes. You could just tell.
His gaze alternated between your eyes and your lips. His gaze alone made your heart beat thunderously in your chest. Your skin grew hotter with every passing second.
It felt like eternity before Arthur leaned forward with a soft smile.
A part of you considered what it would feel like to be kissed by Arthur Pendragon of all people and to kiss him in return. When the Lady of the Lake and the prophecy of Merlin have been on your mind for so many years, you couldn’t help imagining how it would feel like. You imagined it would be passionate, sensual, maybe even fun. Yet, nothing could have prepared you for the reality. How soft Arthur’s lips were. How his hand would frame your jaw. The warmth of his body as it shrouded you from everything around you, keeping you safe and warm.
You absolutely hated how clichéd you sounded. How you had turned into one of those damsels you promised yourself never to turn into.
Your body went still at the intimate touch before you opened your mouth with a gasp.
Arthur groaned at your exhaling sounds. His lips chased after yours, needing to be closer. As soon as you gave your unspoken consent, his tongue explored the inside of your mouth.
You stroked the nape of Arthur’s neck, needing to feel him. Despite you being naked Arthur remained respectful.
He could’ve yielded to his baser impulses and unashamedly clung his naked chest to yours, but instead chose to merely lean forward with his lips and hands covering your skin. With merely a whisper apart. Calling Arthur a gentleman in your head sounded almost ludicrous yet the concept strangely fitted him.
Arthur’s wet tongue danced with yours, with a curious passion that made your stomach clench. A wistful moan left your lips. Tightening his grip, Arthur breathed in deeply.
You gingerly stroked Arthur's beard, feeling the hair brushing against your neck, tickling you.
Shivers wrecked your body before you giggled.
Arthur nestled his face into your neck. His lips brushed against your skin, humming to himself. “You taste good.”
“And your beard tickles.”
Arthur chuckled. “And for a second I wondered about the cause of your jest. My ego can only take so much bruising from you.” His warm breath tingled against your skin, as he pressed lazy kisses on your throat, nuzzling your pulse point.
Your arm lingered on his shoulder before quietly muttering, “I think we need to get out of the water.”
Arthur dropped his forehead in the crook of your neck, exhaling puffs of air against your throat. “And here we just started getting to know each other.”
You observed your fingers on Arthur’s shoulder. “My skin is getting wizened.”
He lifted his head and sent you an appraising gaze. “All right. But no more avoiding me. I’ll save you a seat during dinner.” With a smouldering gaze, he winked.
“Is that supposed to be a threat?”
“No, my love, just a promise.”
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Return to Honeymoon [Will Miller]
pairing: Will Miller x F!Reader
summary: You and Will haven’t had much time to yourselves since your honeymoon, but when he comes home in his uniform, you can’t hold back any longer.
warnings: NSFW [minors DNI], some butt smacking, clothed PIV, unprotected PIV, fingering [f!receiving], dirty talk, thigh-riding, the slightest bits of angst
author’s notes: This is what comes out of imagining Will in his uniform [shoutout to @rayslittlekitten and @kesskirata​ for helping shape this fic]. Also have not broken my streak of literally everything I write for Will including smut.
Charlie Hunnam Masterlist | Will Miller Masterlist
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Will’s view of you had changed dramatically over the last month. He assumed after all the wedding and honeymoon excitement died down, the two of you would just go back to living your lives as normal — waking up and going to bed with each other, coming home to one another after a long day, and going on date nights as usual — but when he’d catch the sight of your ring glimmering in the morning light that streamed in through your window, or felt the cool metal press against his cheek whenever you’d cup it, the confirmation that you were really his wife still stunned him.
Whenever the guys asked him to go out for a drink after work, he would tell them, sorry guys, I’ve got plans with my girlfri- wife. The title still took some getting used to.
Untangling from one another at the end of your honeymoon was hard, and Will found his days dragging on whenever he had to be away from you. It was almost like when you were first dating — he would wonder what you were up to, and what the two of you would get up to when he got home. Would you wanna watch a movie with him when he came home? Or would you be too exhausted from work and call it an early night?
If you were too tired to watch a movie, he’d hope that you didn’t exhaust yourself even more by making dinner.
Will would long to settle his aching body against your warm one whenever exhaustion from whatever strenuous task he was in the midst of completing was beginning to take its toll on him. Will would count down the hours until he could collapse into bed beside you and feel the way you'd burrow into him before you let sleep overtake you.
On days like today, Will wondered if the two of you had strayed too far from one another. He felt this constant nagging in the back of his mind that things would only go downhill from here.
He’d seen what happened with Tom and Molly. He was away too much for work which led to arguments, each one bigger than the last, and the way Tom flirted around with other women when they’d go out to bars contributed to the abominable force that ultimately led to their divorce.
It would kill Will if that ever happened to you two.
The two of you didn’t argue much at all. For the most part, you and Will saw eye-to-eye on a lot of things, but he never wanted his strenuous work to ever come between you two the way it did with Tom and Molly. Tom put on a brave front, but Will knew he was crushed.
Will tried to rid himself of those thoughts as he walked up the few steps leading to the front door of the house. He loved you too much to ever let things stay unresolved between the two of you, plus he only ever had eyes for you the second he saw you. He just hoped the feeling would remain mutual on your end in the event that he was deployed for a long period of time.
Once he unlocked the door and entered the house, Will could hear music coming from the kitchen a few feet away. You sang along to the song in your usual goofy nature, and it made Will smile. Your carefree attitude and ability to laugh at yourself balanced him out, and even taught him a thing or two.
After taking off his shoes at the front door and lining them up neatly, he made his way over to the kitchen, laying his jacket on the arm of the couch as he passed by.
Your back was to Will as you swayed to the music and bopped your head along with the beat. The smell of chicken coming from the oven wafted over to Will, enticing him even further into the room, and upon his steps, you looked over your shoulder to find him there. The twist in your body revealed the mashed potatoes you just finished plating.
You were too good for him.
Will didn’t know how you mustered up the energy to make these delicious meals after working all day. Before he met you, he was used to meal prepping so all he had to do was pop his food in the microwave after work, but you insisted a freshly cooked meal was always better to come home to.
Will still did his fair share of the work around the house — washing the dishes, taking out the trash, and cleaning on weekends when the house really needed it — but some days he was just too exhausted, especially lately with all of the physical training he’d been doing. The last few weeks after dinner, he’d be splayed out on the couch with aching muscles as he reluctantly asked if it’d be okay if he skipped out on doing the dishes and taking out the trash. He would if he could, but his muscles were overworked and he longed for as much rest as he could get before he had to go back in and do the same thing all over again the next day.
With a gentle caress against his cheek, you nodded — sometimes you even drew him a bath with salts that promised to ease the tension in his body away.
You were too good for him.
Your singing came to a halt when your eyes met his, and your gaze travelled down his body before meeting his eye again. “Welcome home,” you smiled suggestively at him.
“Thank you.” A smirk tugging on his lips as he took you in just the same.
You were wearing a t-shirt of his and your hair was down, out of the tight bun you’d put it in when you had important meetings at work. It was a simple look, but one that had Will’s mind racing with a multitude of thoughts.
You stepped closer to him and Will fulfilled his desire to hold you in his arms. The muscles there were tender, but he’d felt better today than he had in a while. He felt your warm palms press against his chest and he caught the glimmer of your ring in the light. He brought up his left hand, letting his own ring get acquainted with the sun, before grasping your hand and bringing it to his lips. He watched a smile stretch across your face after he released your hand.
“I like this look,” you admitted, scanning over him once again.
Will followed your gaze as he let out a chuckle. Usually, he would change out of his uniform before coming home, but he couldn’t stand to be there a second longer, even if it was to change. It was just his uniform — an olive green t-shirt and army fatigue pants. If anything, he couldn’t wait to get out of these clothes.
You on the other hand noticed the way his biceps curved out just enough to strain against the sleeve of his t-shirt, and the way his muscled build stretched his shirt across his chest. His pants hugged his hips perfectly and were just baggy enough to accommodate his growing physique. There was something so enticing about a man in uniform, especially when that man was your husband.
It was a different side to Will — one you only ever got glimpses of when you were watching closely enough. His meticulous, focused nature when given a task; his observant nature, not just with his surroundings, but with the people around him; and his determination to get any job given to him done exceptionally well.
“My military man,” you mused, beaming up at him.
He felt the tug of his necklace against the back of his neck when you hooked a finger around it, the dog tags hanging from it clinking against each other, as you pulled him down for a kiss that lingered just a second too long to be chaste.
When he opened his eyes, he met your gaze that seemed to hold the slightest dark edge to it.
Will cupped your cheek as he scanned your form again, “You know I’m a fan of this look,” he nodded towards his shirt that you were wearing as his other hand caressed the bare skin of your thigh.
“I wore it just for you,” you quipped and all too soon, your warmth was gone as you returned to the oven.
Will watched as you slid on some oven mitts before opening up the oven. You bent down and Will craned his neck, trying to get a quick peek underneath the hem of the shirt you were wearing. All too quickly, you stood up and placed the pot holding the chicken on the stove.
“What’s the occasion?” he asked.
“It’s the weekend,” you shrugged, playing along. You glanced over your shoulder at him, giving him a sympathetic look, “And it’s been a long week for the both of us.”
The huff of what Will assumed was supposed to be a laugh struck him in the heart as you turned back to the chicken. Suddenly, guilt came flooding in all at once as he remembered each time he asked if you could take care of the dishes and trash after you’d gotten dinner ready. Of course you were tired, you worked just like he did, and although it wasn’t physical labour, he was sure you wanted to relax once you got home just as much as he did.
When Will saw you gathering a couple of plates to begin setting the table, he stepped in and took them from your hands. “Why don’t you go rest on the couch, I got it from here,” he offered, beginning to set the plates down on the dinner table.
“You don’t have to do that, babe,” you told him softly, turning to get the cutlery from the drawer behind you. “It’ll only take me a minute,” you turned around with forks and knives in your hand.
“Exactly,” he countered, taking the utensils from your hand. “I know you don’t take a break in between work and getting dinner ready, so go wash up and it’ll all be ready when you come down,” he promised, flashing you a quick smile.
Reluctantly, you agreed and made your way to the bathroom. When you returned, as promised, the table was all set up and you and Will proceeded to eat dinner. Over the course of the meal, the two of you caught up with each other — learning about the other’s day and discussing a potential night to go out for a date.
However, Will found it hard to focus as his eyes kept falling to the shirt you were wearing. Maybe it was some sort of conditioning that took place; he only ever saw you in his shirts after the two of you had sex. In the midst of it all, his shirt would get tossed to the ground at some point, but you’d collect it and put it on in the end before falling asleep next to him.
Your kiss swollen lips, lusty eyes, and messy hair flashed in his mind when he remembered the way he teased you about stealing his shirts; the coy grin on your face as you told him, I never get to do this, so let me have this moment.
Will was very particular about his clothes, taking care as he ironed out his shirts so they’d be ready for work the next day. It was a big part of being in the service — looking presentable — and you always respected that by never searching through his closet and taking anything from there just to lounge in, in case he might need it.
However, seeing you like this now, he found himself hoping you’d do it more.
He should put a pile of shirts on the side just for your keeping.
Your eyes wandered just as much as Will’s did, taking in the way his t-shirt and the flash of his camouflage pants complimented his skin tone perfectly. His golden, cropped hair made his blue eyes stand out and they almost shone as brightly as his dog tags in the sunlight. He was a proper G.I. Joe with a soft side that only you got to see. His wedding band wrapped around his finger completed the look in the most intimate way. He wasn’t just some guy you could only admire from afar — as you’d spend so much of your life doing — he was your husband and he looked damn good in his uniform.
Warm water ran from the tap in the kitchen as you began to move all the dirty dishes from the table into the sink once you and Will finished eating. As they soaked in there, you wiped down the table before centring the vase of roses Will had bought you a few days ago.
The smile they brought to your face quickly fell when you turned and saw Will washing the dishes.
“Babe, go lie down, I can take care of this,” you told him, putting a hand on his broad shoulder, massaging the muscle slightly and noticing how tense it was.
“No, no, I can handle this, you go relax on the couch. I’ll meet you there,” he sent you a quick smile before he rinsed out the soap from a mug he was washing.
You looked down to the sink, watching drops of water race down his tattooed forearms and run over each protruding vein. The sight of his tattoos never failed to turn you on, it added an edge to his G.I. Joe look, making him uniquely Will, although when you first met him, you never thought he’d be one for getting them.
You remember seeing them for the first time one night in the summer when he showed up to your doorstep dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, ready to take you out for one of your first dates together. The whole night, your gaze lingered on them and your mind kept straying to activities you planned to partake in on future dates.
Your hand curled around his bicep, tugging on it slightly, “Come on,” you chuckled.
Will laughed along as well. “I’m almost done,” he promised, “Now, go to the living room,” he raised his hand and flicked a few drops of water to the front of your shirt.
You gasped playfully before letting out a laugh and dipping your own hand under the stream of water.
“Don’t you dare!” Will warned playfully before you splashing some water in his face.
You heard him laugh along with you as he wiped his face with his arm.
“What are you gonna do about it, Lieutenant?” you challenged with a playful quirk of your brow as you began to take a step back.
However, Will’s arm was quick as it grasped onto your waist and held you in place. Your laughs multiplied and echoed throughout the house as you watched Will raise the mug he was washing and dump some of the water from it down the front of the shirt you were wearing.
“Oh my God!” you squirmed in his hold as Will’s bellowing laughter echoed throughout the house.
You pushed at his chest, an undeniable smile stretching over your face as you tried to get out of his hold while the warm stream of water trailed down past the valley of your breasts, down your stomach, and trickled down the inside of your leg.
“You’re in so much trouble now!” you threatened, despite the smile stretched out across your face.
“Am I?” he smirked, effortlessly holding you in place with one arm as you squirmed, “Because I think I’ve got the upper hand here, honey.”
Will gave you a little more time to try and escape his hold, but when you were unsuccessful, he set the mug down, turned the tap off and hoisted you up over his shoulder, causing you to yelp out in surprise.
“This isn’t fair!” you punctuated the last word with a quick slap to his ass.
“Maybe you should pick on someone your own size,” he teased before trailing his hand under the shirt and slapping your ass in retaliation.
The gasp that left your lips escaped before you could stop it and you tried to ignore the tingling sensation in your core at the action as Will began to walk you over to the couch. “Your ass looks great in these pants,” you commented just as he entered the living room.
“Alright-“ he shook his head with an amused smirk. He hoisted you into his arms before lying you down on the couch.
From where he stood, he caught the sight of your panties poking through from between your legs as the shirt you were wearing hiked up a little higher on your thighs. He longed to bury his face in the space there and make you writhe beneath him.
All six foot something of Will towered over you as his eyes locked on the sight of your panties being exposed by your position. Catching sight of the tent forming in his pants, you spread your legs some more, begging him to fill the all too empty space. A silent invitation just for him.
When you felt your foot hit something on the arm of the couch, your eyes fell to it, recognizing it as Will’s matching jacket that completed his uniform. A thought flashed across your mind and had you biting your lip.
Will was always particular about his clothes, but maybe this time, he’d make an exception.
When you looked back at him, he was watching you intently, wondering what you were thinking. You held his eye as you climbed onto your knees on the couch, just a few inches from him. Even with you propped up on the couch, he was still taller than you and looking down at you in reserved anticipation.
You leaned in, pressing a kiss to his soft lips which he returned instantly. He cupped an eager hand behind your head but you pulled away before he could get too lost in the kiss.
“I really like you in your uniform,” you whispered to him, letting your hand trail down his muscled torso before it landed over his hardening cock.
His eyes became half-lidded as you palmed him slowly, and his mouth fell open slightly as his chest began to heave. He tried to regain control of his breathing, but the occasional squeeze you delivered broke his composure every time he thought he had it back. Having him fall apart under your touch, even the slightest bit that he was now, was a rewarding feeling. Will was very good at maintaining his pokerface, but throughout the years, you learned how to crack it.
A smirk stretched out across his face, mirroring yours, “I think I need to put aside a few t-shirts for you to wear,” he pressed a quick kiss to your lips as his hand trailed up and between your legs. He heard your quiet gasp as he applied pressure to your clit and bared the weight of your hand latching onto his shoulder to regain your balance. He wrapped a protective arm around you, keeping you upright.
“Wanna see you like this every time I come home,” his voice was lower now and he let his teeth graze against your chin before trailing kisses down the side of your neck.
His strong arm kept you in place as he tightened the circles he was delivering to your clit. Your teeth found your bottom lip again after a breath was punched out of you at the increase in pressure. Once again, that thought was popping into your head.
“I think you might like me better in something else,” you panted.
Will pulled out of your neck and quirked a curious brow up at you. “And what’s that?” his lips begin to curve up into a devious smile.
It was contagious and a fresh desire coursed through you.
He had no idea what you had planned.
But you hoped he liked it.
You weaved your arms between the two of you so you could pull off the shirt you were wearing. Will’s hands left your body, and your nearly naked form was before him, the trail of water left behind on your skin glistening under the light of the living room. He felt the strong urge to lap it all up with his tongue — to lick you clean — course through him and send a throbbing pleasure right  to his cock.
However, before he could take any action, you turned towards the arm of the couch where his jacket lay. You reached out a cautious hand, eyes flickering to him hesitantly and you watched as realization washed over his face before his eyes grew considerably darker.
The fun and games were over now. Now, this was serious.
Your fingers curled around the jacket, unravelling it from the way it was folded before draping it over your almost naked body.
You were practically swimming in it and the ends of your fingers were just barely poking out from the sleeves, but it gave you the same feeling Will did when he held you: protected. Your chest was covered now, but your panties were still visible through the opening of the jacket, leaving much to be desired on his end.
Will’s dark eyes were locked on your form and he stayed silent as he took you in. You would’ve thought he didn’t like it if you couldn’t see his cock straining against his pants.
“Is this okay, Lieutenant?” you batted your eyes at him.
His eyes finally met yours and you watched as a smile stretched out across his face. He shook his head as he took you in his arms again. “You are gonna be the death of me.”
“That’s the plan,” you quipped, hooking a finger through the chain holding his dog tags to pull him in for a kiss.
Desperation flooded you when Will’s tongue pushed past your lips. Your arms hooked around his neck as you indulged in the feeling of kissing your husband — a feeling that never seemed to get old.
Will broke the kiss as he sat himself down on the couch before maneuvering your legs to straddle his lap before wrapping an arm around your waist to bring your back against his chest. His other hand grasped onto your chin and turned your head to meet his. You felt the hand around your waist snake under the jacket and press against your bare skin. That action alone was enough to make your skin break out in goosebumps and have you sighing against his lips.
The few weeks that the two of you had gone without sleeping together, left you feeling as horny as a teenager, and it would’ve been embarrassing if you couldn’t feel Will’s hard member pressed up against your thigh.
His mouth pressed to yours again, your tongues becoming acquainted quickly. You absentmindedly kissed him back, letting him take the lead, as you were enraptured by his hand’s movement beneath the jacket and along your bare skin.
The same hands that knew how to fire guns and land devastating punches were currently trailing up between the valley of your breasts with a feather light touch that left you quivering in the wake of the contact. Your mewling whimper into Will’s mouth told him you had enough of this teasing and desperately needed him to touch you in any way that would relieve the ache you felt between your legs.
He took pity on you, letting his large hand grasp onto your breast and knead it causing your mouth to fall open and let out a shaky breath. Your head fell back against his shoulder, your lips meeting his neck as you pressed kisses lazily against the skin, and let your tongue lick a trail up as far as it could reach.
His movements became finer, using two fingers now to toy with your sensitive nipple. Your breathy moans were right next to his ear and Will was painfully aware of the strain against his cock from his pants, but he wasn’t done with you in this position just yet.
He let his hand glide down the expanse of your torso before burrowing underneath your panties and swiping a finger through your wet folds. The sheer amount of arousal dripping from you already made Will’s head dizzy.
At the simple sensation, you burrowed further into Will, quickly growing impatient for him. His finger moved up to your clit, circling around the bundle of nerves and after you let out a careless moan, he felt your body relax into him just a little more at the slight relief he was providing you.
“You’ve been aching for me, haven’t you?” he whispered into your ear as his finger moved lower and circled your dripping hole.
You nodded frantically against him, humming out a confirmation.
“Can’t wait to bury myself in your pretty pussy,” he confessed, pulling his hand away from you to guide your hand to the tent forming in his pants.
Will’s breath hitched as he felt your hand palming him before he bought his hand back to you, coating his finger in your arousal before he couldn’t take it any longer and slid it inside you.
His name left your mouth in a choked out breath and he wasted no time curling his finger against your walls. The repeated motion sent your hips rocking against his hand, desperate for your release. When Will slipped another finger in, you were pressing your hot mouth against his, your moans muffled against his lips but he took it in stride, determined to make you feel as good as you possibly could. With his hand still firmly on your jaw, he kept you in place, letting you relax as he did all the work.
He wanted to let you come undone like this, he knew you were desperate for it, which made it so much harder to pull his fingers from you.
You whined at the loss and Will pressed a kiss to the side of your head, shushing you sweetly before helping you turn around to face him.
Once you were facing him, he was gentle as he moved the jacket down your shoulders just enough to expose your chest to him. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to your collarbone while your hands grasped onto his shoulders. His tongue and teeth made an occasional appearance as he moved his lips down towards your nipple.
His hands held onto your hips and pulled them down, letting your core meet his thigh. The contact made your hips buck, but under Will’s hold they didn’t go very far. He kept you close — rocking your hips against his thigh before feeling your hands tense up as your head fell back in pleasure.
“Use me to get off,” he instructed, “I want you to make yourself cum like this.” Without another word, he let his lips attach to your nipple and stopped moving your hips.
He felt your hand run up the back of his head, his cropped hair being rustled beneath your touch as you kept him close to his chest.
Slowly, you began rocking your hips against his thigh and once you adjusted to the feeling, you sped up your motions. Your moans echoed throughout the house and Will listened intently as he switched his mouth over to your other nipple. 
With each rock of your hips and each moan you let out, Will could tell the week’s tensions were melting away from you and he only wished the two of you could’ve gotten down to this sooner.
He let one hand curve up your spine as he felt your weight tipping towards him, trying to angle your hips just right. He pulled his mouth away and brought your upper half into his arms as your movements were now frantic. He flexed his thigh and you eagerly savoured the feeling his now tensed muscle rubbing up against you perfectly.
“Keep doing that,” you pleaded, working your hips even faster as you felt your climax approaching rapidly.
“You gonna cum for me, darlin’?” his voice was low in your ear and you nodded, unable to let out anything other than moans of his name at this point.
Will was almost as desperate as you were for you to come undone. It had been too long since he’d heard his name leave your mouth the way it was now and he knew how much you needed this. He always wanted to be the best husband he could be for you and he decided he’d spend the weekend making up for his absence these past few weeks.
He laid a quick smack to your ass before his hands found your hips again and began moving them for you. “That’s it,” he praised as your face burrowed further into his neck, muffling your sudden onslaught of moans. Your arms wound around his neck and he bared your weight effortlessly. “I just want you to focus on how good it feels. Let me take care of the rest.”
The way your back arched into him and your head flew back as your orgasm ripped through you had Will admiring you like you were the eighth wonder of the world — enough to rival every other one that existed. There was never a moment after seeing you for the first time that he saw you any differently. You were a sight to behold and you were all his, for the rest of his life.
When you collapsed on top of him again, he pressed kisses along the bare skin of your neck and shoulder, praising you and rubbing your back as he helped you come down from your high. Your whole body was slack against his as you panted, a few moans escaping during the aftershocks of it all. He was patient and attentive as you came to and when he felt your lips trailing up his neck, he pulled back, wanting to see your face. As he expected, your eyes were devastatingly lust-blown and your lips were swollen as you smiled at him lazily.
Will smiled back up at you, taking in exactly just how beautiful you were before you leaned down and kissed him deeply. Your muttered I love yous against his lips made his heart stutter deep within his chest.
“I love you so much, honey,” he whispered against your lips.
He pulled away from the kiss, stroking your cheek before his hands fell to the jacket that was still hooked around your arms. He pulled it off of you gently and you let him as he told you to lie down.
You obeyed, carefully laying back against the couch behind you while Will tossed the jacket aside. Bruises began to form along your collarbone from his nips and sucking there, and it lit the possessive fire underneath him. Just another way to show everyone how you belonged to him. Maybe that’s why he loved seeing your wedding ring on your hand so much.
Your hand reached out and a finger pressed against his thigh as he was beginning to lean down on top of you. He looked down, noticing the wet patch you’d left behind on his pants, the greens in the fabric turning darker because of it. The sight made him smirk as he looked up at you again. The gleam in your eye told him you loved the sight of the stain.
“Sorry,” you apologized half-heartedly.
“Don’t be,” he shook his head before pressing a hand into the couch next to your head to hover above you.
This week had taken a lot out of you and you found yourself missing Will every single second you were away from him. A photo from your honeymoon that sat on your desk only encouraged your mind to wander off to those days and nights you spent making love to each other as husband and wife — all over your hotel room, and even a couple times on the beach when you’d had a few drinks in you. You found yourself wishing you could go back in time to your honeymoon — just for one day.
This moment here seemed to be just the beginning of your wish coming true.
You turned your head towards his arm, pressing kisses along the tattoo before looking back at him. When you caught his other hand trying to pull his shirt out of where it was tucked into his pants, you stopped him from taking it off any further.
“Don’t take it off,” you told him, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Don’t take anything off, just fuck me,” your hands were hasty as they began to undo his pants.
Amusement shone in Will’s eyes momentarily as he released his shirt and let his forearm fall beside your head on the couch as he let you take what you needed from him. He hadn’t seen you this needy in a long time, but it had been a while since the two of you had enough time and energy for this.
That niggling of guilt wormed its way back into his chest but before it could consume him, he felt the cool air in the room envelop his aching cock. Your warm hand provided a barrier against the contrasting temperature as you wrapped it around his member, and it wasn’t long until you started pumping at a leisurely pace. He felt his eyes roll back in his head as the pleasure sent his heart into a frenzy. The ache building up in his core was finally finding some relief and he couldn’t fathom the thought of it coming to an end.
His head dropped to your shoulder as breathy groans left his mouth. When his hips began to thrust into your hand, he realized just how needy he was too. He always had an ember of energy even after hours of physical training that could never be satiated, until now.
He felt you plant kisses to his cheek as you moved your panties to the side before dragging his tip through your soaked folds.
His mouth suctioned to your neck, biting, licking, and sucking in various spots as he took in the feeling of your soaked folds coating him. Your moans were melodious in his ear as let him breach your entrance. His hand curled into the cushion of the couch at the feeling of your warm, tight walls finally wrapping around him.
Your legs tightened around his waist, encouraging him to move in deeper and Will took his time letting his hips meet yours, allowing you to feel every inch of him as he entered. He felt your nails biting into his back as he settled himself completely inside of you, the impact cushioned by his t-shirt.
Will pulled back to look at your face to find that tempting look in your eye, the one that asked him to take care of you in the way only he knew how to.
He grabbed his hand in yours, holding you captive beneath him before he pressed a deep kiss to your lips, silently promising to deliver on your request.
At the first few thrusts of his hips, the kiss grew sloppy as your free hand travelled under his shirt and travelled along the muscles there that flexed with each thrust. Your hand rested on his waist as your hips moved up to meet his thrusts.
Breaking away from the kiss, Will propped a hand up against the couch, trying to find some more leverage as he added more force behind his thrusts. The new velocity sent his dog tags swinging in between the two of you — their presence around his neck serving a chilling purpose. You did your best to support him throughout his career, but there was never a day that went by when you worried about when he’d be deployed next, and if he’d come home at the end of it.
If you could keep him here with you forever, you would, because there was nowhere else that could provide the same safety and security that you could.
The dog tags were in mid-swing when you caught them in your hand — forcing your mind away from taking a sharp turn in the midst of this — and used them to anchor Will down toward you. Your lips aimed for a specific spot on his neck that you knew he loved to have you pay attention to. As soon as your mouth attached to the skin there, you felt Will’s head drop to your shoulder as he choked out a curse as his thrusts continued their relentless pace as he nestled into the most sensitive spots inside of you.
“Missed this,” you panted in his ear, tugging on his earlobe with your teeth for a moment, “Missed having you inside me,” you hooked your arms under his and up and around his shoulders.
As Will let more of his weight collapse onto your body, your legs unravelled from around his waist, and you kept them open, giving him as much space as you could to accommodate him and his movements. You welcomed his weight onto you, revelling in it as you were suddenly feeling thankful for all the training he’d done these past few weeks.
His bigger physique created a perfect barrier between you and the rest of the world and his flexing biceps gave way to his dedication at the task at hand; like the good soldier he’d always been, he received this task and was completing it exceptionally.
The sounds leaving your mouth were as needy as they were filthy as Will had more room to pull back and thrust into you even deeper now. Your walls stuttered around him and squeezed him in all the right places. The lewd sounds echoing out in the house gave way to how wet you were and it only spurred Will on even more.
His thrusts were bordering on relentless as he knew the two of you were both barreling towards your orgasms. Your hands clutched onto Will as his movements sent you rocking up and down the couch. You were careless with the way your moans poured out of you as you got closer and closer and you heard the strained curses that left Will’s mouth.
In the blink of an eye, you were hurtling towards your second orgasm, your back arching until your chest was pressed against Will’s. You felt his hand snake between you two and rub against your clit, thrusting you deeper and deeper into pleasure.
You barely caught the way Will groaned out a deep fuck into your shoulder before you felt him still his hips and cum inside you. Choppy puffs of his breath fanned across your neck as you felt him grinding his hips into you a little more before coming to a complete stop.
The rest of his weight collapsed on top of you as the two of you tried to catch your breaths, feeling rejuvenated and satiated all at once. You were full of love and didn’t need anything else as far as you were concerned as long as you had Will.
He raised his head from your shoulder, pressing quick kisses to your lips before letting his heavy head fall to your chest again. Your hand fell to the top of his head, running along his hair as your eyes began to close on you.
The silence that reverberated through the room helped you welcome some much needed rest and you didn’t fight against it as you let your eyes shut.
You didn’t know how long it was until you woke up again but you found yourself in the same position as when you fell asleep. Will’s head was still against your chest but as he was waking up too, he moved it around, pressing a kiss to your bare skin before looking up at you.
“Did we really fall asleep?” he smirked, his voice deep like it always was when he woke up.
“I guess our bodies needed the rest,” you breathed out a laugh.
Will took his time propping himself up on his arms to give you some breathing room, but as he did so you felt something pulling apart from your skin.
You looked down to your chest, noticing the dog tags around his neck were peeling away from where they were pressed into your skin this whole time.
Once they were finally off of you, you noticed they left behind an indent of Will’s name into the skin. You don’t know why, but you couldn’t help but bite back a smile at the sight of it.
When you looked up at Will, he seemed entranced with the sight of his name embedded on your skin. His eyes flickered up to you and you knew exactly what was racing through his mind.
“Okay, but we gotta take this upstairs because my legs can’t stretch open like that anymore,” you compromised, holding your arms up for him to carry you upstairs.
Will was happy to oblige and before you knew it, you were being hauled up the stairs and to your bedroom.
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normatural · 2 years
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Make it Rain | Jax Teller
Pairing | Jax Teller x f!Reader
Summary | Reader is Jax’s girl, and neighbor, and she finds herself on his door during a storm.
Warning(s) | Language and extreme fluff.
Autor’s Note | Both Jax and reader are young here, around the age of 18.
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The rain fell merciless on the streets of Charming, highliting the sky with thunderstrucks as the water’s drop pounds loudly against the roofs and windowns, making you shake as you watch the trees’ leaves moving roughly in the air.
From your bedroom you could see the lights were off in the Teller-Morrow’s house and you almost felt guilty as you held the umbrella in your hands but the thunder that came soon, made you brush it away and you quietly make your way downstairs, praying that your parents wouldn’t wake up on you sneaking out that late.
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You bit your lip as Jax rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, opening the door enough to let you in and you were actually surprised that your boyfriend had heard his phone ringing with the text, knowing those storms set him deep in sleep, which was the very opposite with you.
“I have a good explanation for this” you whispered as you followed him to his bedroom.
“Yeah?” He closed the door,
“Okay so it’s storming” You started, taking off your shoes before closing the curtains, not wanting to see the trees’ breaches almost flying with the wind.
“No shit, Sherlock”
“Shut up, let me finish.” You turned to see him already on the bed, raising his hands in surrender. “So it’s storming and I’m really scared of storms and I thought... Well, I can cuddle my boyfrie- What? What you’re smiling at?”
He shook his head.
“Nothing, it’s just... You’re fuckin’ adorable, darlin’.” Jax smiled as he realized how lucky he got with you.
He never thought he would be able to love someone again after Tara left him to pick up the pieces of his own heart and yet, there you were. Not only beautiful but the kindest and most stubborn person he has ever met.
“Can I stay?” You pouted, playing with the rebel strands of his hair before tucking them behind his ear.
“Of course you can stay” He took your hand, pulling you down on the bed and against his body, encircling an arm around your waist and you couldn’t help but immediately relaxed a bit into his touch and the warmth of his body.
“Is that my shirt?” A corner of his mouth lifted as he sized you up and down.
“Mmm... maybe?” You batted your lashes, giving him your best innocent smile.
Jax nuzzled his nose on your neck, placing little kisses on the sensitive, soft skin as you tried to pull away. Chuckling as it tickled but the hand around your waist kept you close.
“You little thief” He murmured close to your lips as you managed to turn on your side to face him, eyes darting between your pretty eyes and lips.
“Shut up and kiss me.” You teased and he did, capturing your lips with a tender hunger as he pulled you close, earning a gasp from you. The rain and thunders long forgotten, sheltered around the arms of your boyfriend.
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On Your Knees (fic teaser)
UPDATE: This fic is now posted!
A/N: Hello my dears! It’s been a minute since I’ve posted on here. I still intend to be inactive for the most part, BUT of course Kai has stolen and broken my heart, and this “on your knees” gif struck at my inner slut 💘 So here we are! This is a teaser for a fic that will have lots of smut, while also giving Kai some backstory that I feel he deserves and I wanted to share what I’ve got so far!
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“On your knees.”
It’s been forever and a day, since you last laid your eyes on Kai. Since then you’ve searched for him across the whole entire fucking sky. Whatever words you had expected him to say… you never would have dreamt of these.
On your knees.
The blood in your veins is on fire; it burns as the blue of his gaze starts to freeze. The blaze rises higher, so desperate to melt down this fortress of ice that you hadn’t believed you would find. Paid the rumors no mind—he’s a bounty hunter or a gun for hire, who would sell his soul to any well-paying buyer, or so everybody agrees—yet you’ve come here to seek out the true heart of gold that you know lies behind. But all gold can be sold and it seems that he’s taken his fees.
And now he’s set on taking whatever he damn well may please.
Your voice escapes your throat pathetically. “Kai, it’s me…”
Cocks his head. Lifts his brow. Silent laughter at what you just said. Obviously. But who you are doesn’t mean shit to him now. “Aye, I see.”
You might just choke. The heart that never once stopped beating for this godforsaken rogue just fucking broke.
He snickers down as if the beating of your heart is just a joke. The curl of those cruel lips holds even more force than his words. And that’s what brings you to your knees and makes you weak, so weak it hurts, as he comes close and rests his palm against your cheek, piercing your soul straight to the core with just one stroke.
Straight to the core. Summon what strength you have to speak, unsure whether the vows that you once made have any value anymore. “I’ve come back to you just as I swore…”
“Of course,” he utters as those ice-blue eyes seek out and strike the deepest truth in yours. “You’ve come to me just as you were before: still nothing but a worthless fucking whore.”
--- End teaser ---
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tash880i · 2 years
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I'm always wet for him and him only. 🧎🏻‍♀️
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SFW Alphabet Prompt request coming in hot.
The Prince of Charming himself , Jax Teller. What’s he like, according to the letter “J”.
Can’t wait to read what you come up with!
Sons of Anarchy Masterlist
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Jax Teller SFW Alphabet Prompts Masterlist
Jealousy 
Contains: Fluff, possessive Jax.
294 words
Comment if you want to be tagged/removed.
How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?
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"Are you gonna do something about that pres?" Jax shook his head at his VPs suggestion, "nah Ope, she's good." Jax watched you speak to the man, your face wearing a friendly but absent of any affection, "see Ope, she not even laughing like she thinks he's funny, she's laughing so he doesn't feel bad about himself."
Ope shook his head, "I don't get you, there's a line of men halfway down the block ready to take your place and even though she doesn't like parties, she still talks to people and everyone loves her, how are you not jealous?" Ope was bullshitting a bit, he knew you'd never hurt Jax, "because she's only doing all of this for me, if I went over there right now and asked her if she wanted to go home she'd jump at the chance." Jax smirked, "she's mine and she knows it."
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Jax didn't like what he was looking at, your smile was a little too bright and your dress a little too short. He walked over to you and looked at the man you were talking to up and down, "hello my love, are you enjoying your night?" Jax smirked down at you, sitting on the bar stool while he stood made you seem even smaller compared to him than normal, "I don't know darlin, you're not with me." The smile you gave him made his heart swell, "you flatter me."
Jax didn't respond, instead, he leaned down and kissed you. It was full of passion, like no one else around, certainly not a visiting Son sitting within touching distance of you. When he pulled away, your lips followed his desperately, Jax smiling at your reaction before turning to the man, "you want a beer bro?"
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miagomez-1509 · 2 years
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fineanddandy · 2 years
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Welcome to Sam’s (Three)
One
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Summary: Things are all peaches and cream between Sam and Jax until a brick is thrown, and now the club’s involved.
Relationship: Jax Teller x black!ofc “Samira”
Warnings: smutty smut smut, graphic language, unprotected sex everywhere, masturbation (fem rec), oral (fem rec), drama, 18+
A/N: OKAY FINALLY I reworked this a little and dropped the chapter. And it’s not the end just yet. That’s right…there will be another chapter. The end was holding me up anyway. So here’s some smut to apologize for the hold up on everything my bad.
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The second Samira began to convulse in Jax’s big arms, he knew she was his. He always thought she was beautiful, but not as beautiful as she looks when she’s squirting and spasming all over him with pleased sighs, playing in his hair with this drunk grin. She felt so fuckin good coming down, her walls still occasionally contracting around him still emptying out inside of her. Good God he didn’t want to pull out. But he absolutely needed to get her home just he can make her look like that until the wee hours of the morning. Casting his sights down on her shimmering skin, Jax softly runs his thick fingertips down her heaving bosom with a sweet laugh. Goosebumps scatter over her milk chocolate skin from the cool air and his loving touch.
“Samira…” Her name tasted so fresh on his tongue now that he’s been inside her. Fluttering her tired lids closed she hums in return. “You feel good baby?”
Good is quite the understatement. Samira felt blissfully light as a feather, and fuckin ready for some more. They felt even stickier in the night air, still stuck at the middle, still reveling in their post sex daze. They need to go and get naked, get somewhere more private to get the full experience.
“Mmm…” Sam scrunches her nose and shoves a tiny shrug just to tease Jax, “I feel…okay,” she sighs with a mischievous smirk, “but I’m sure you can fix that…”
Samira just had to have a taste, hence why she took him on the hood of this gorgeous ass car. Jax soothes a strong hand up her tingling spine with an amused hum, pushing her chest even closer to his so he could feel her chaotic heartbeat.
“I’m sure I can sweet girl,” his hooded eyes are so dark as he drops in for another electric kiss, “I’ll be your fixer…” he faintly whispers making contact, obsessed with the way her tongue slips over his as it enters her wet mouth. They could kiss for days but seriously, they should get back to hers. His cock swelling amidst her warming walls has Sam tightening up in his hold. He closes their kiss with a soft but very real confession,
“I’ll be whoever you need me to be…”
Samira was satiated the whole ride back to her place, staring at Jax while she played in his hair, studying his features, wondering things she shouldn’t. He kept a desperate hand up under her dress, brushing the occasional finger over her clit just to keep her on edge. But that wasn’t necessary because her thoughts, both sinful and enduring, were doing enough. She was falling for biker trash that isn’t even local. Ring the fuckin alarm. Sam envisions her day to day like this; gazing upon her sexy ass biker man while she rides shot gun in his car, his warm large hand constantly possessively holding onto her. Jax makes her laugh, and makes her feel comfortable. When they were together, he seems so normal, but he has a reputation, a record, probably some kids hell…who knows…but right now Sam knows that she’s plummeting into her feelings. The strands of his hair felt so feathery soft between her playful fingertips. This is the part where she comes to her senses but just then, at a red light, Jax turns towards her hand to place a full kiss into her palm. Pensive crystal blue eyes beaming down into hers round and stunned. Her breath catches. Two fat fingers slowly sink into her pussy making her spine curve. His prickly beard tickles her electric skin. Samira can’t find her breath, falling deep into his hungry gaze. She’s so damn smitten. Green light means go.
Sam felt like she’d been gasping for air for hours. Head insanely cloudy, lucid even. Putty in his strong, rough hands. Once Jax parked along the curb, he jerked her into his lap, yanking up her dress up over her ass as she rips his pants open.
“Gotta make good on your fantasy sweet girl.” Jax hummed into her ear as he shoved her down on his cock. Samira yelps grabbing a hold of the back of the seat, holding on for dear life as he goes in. Wildly slamming into her, kissing back all her wailing. It was all too much, from the hood of the car to her bed, Jax had her cumming over and over again. Chuckling each time she squirted down his dick shuddering buried in her channel.
“Oh my god Jax—please…” Sam would cry every moment she would feel that familiar stirring in the pit of her stomach and each time Jax would shake his head no. He was a man addicted, needed to make a lasting impression on her and her pussy, rutting over her with a knowing grin.
“Please?” Jax breathlessly pecked her nose, loving her weak pleas hitting his parted lips, “I’m not sure what you want sweet girl…”
Sam buried her face in the crook of his sweaty neck with a high pitched whine, on the verge of combustion for the…who knows anymore. She definitely lost count after three...?
Her lower back snaps off the bed into his rolling abs, fisting his hair as she squeals, “I fuckin can’t!” But she can. Jax could smell it. She’s right fuckin there and he can’t get enough.
“I don’t know…feels like you can,” he purrs an aroused moan into her ear, rigidly knocking Samira’s dowsing climax right on out. Crumbling with a shuddering whimper she meets his sweet puckered lips, lacing her weak arms around his rippled back, quietly crying,
“Stop…making me…do that…”
With her eyes closed, he tasted even better so she kissed him with everything she had just as he starts to pump her again. Squishing around in her cum, humming his cries into her stuffed lips, Jax’s determined to cum with you this time around.
“Stop?” He smiles curiously, cocking his head to the side to the quickened sounds of her mewls. “Doesn’t sounds like you want me to stop. Mmm no…sounds like you want to do it again…”
His rings are ice cold around her throat, and she doesn’t gasp out of fear, no she gasps because that damn reoccurring stirring sensation has returned in her belly and it’s only been a minute since her walls stopped fluttering. His grip so crushing she can’t protest another warranted orgasm. And that’s exactly what he wants as he chases his down his own blissful climax.
“Aw yeah…yeah choke my dick like I’m choking you—fuck ugh yes that’s it—“
His warm load that fills her up triggers her and she collapses onto the mattress with a fed up grunt. She had nothing left to give him and she hopes the same for him collapsing beside her, keeping a loving arm draped across her stomach. Samira has never in her life been treated this way. It was alarming but hella necessary since it’d been so long since she’s had a proper fuck. And this sexy ass biker trash realigned her spine. God she really didn’t want to like him, didn’t want to enjoy her night with a man so off limits, but this was probably one of the best nights she’s had ever. Turning her chin to face his flushed cheeks, she tucks his damp hair behind his ear with a joyful smile. Jax matches her energy.
“What’s up sweet girl.”
Sam felt goofy for wanting to say it but she had to let him know, “I might be into you.”
He flickers a frown with a little laugh. “Might?” Jax glances down their entwined naked bodies with a crooked grin. “This looks like a might to you?”
Laughing she cups his scruffy chin and inches near his gasping lips. “Yeah…hard might.” She lands a little peck at his light hearted chuckle. “Thanks for such a wonderful night.” Honestly their date exceeded her expectations, he exceeds her expectations. Almost too good to be true.
“Night’s far from over. Not finished with you yet.”
Jax hits a hard drag from his cigarette, trying his damndest to breathe through his rage as he paces the sidewalk in front of Samira’s busted up windows. Soles of his Chucks crunching amongst the shattered glass all over the concrete. The audacity of these dickheads, these garbage assholes, to come up in her spot and fuck her shit up. Fuck. He couldn’t wait to see the life fade from their eyes once he gets ahold of them. Fuck with him, fine, but not with the girl he’s barely getting to know. On edge, afraid that he’s for sure going to lose her after this, he chain smokes and plots. Each revenge plot worsening with every noisy step he takes.
He had just gotten Samira to calm down a bit. For hours, she screamed and cursed and cried at him with his head hung so low feeling two feet tall. So quickly did their good time turn so fuckin tragic. While she went off in an absolute fury, Jax kept thinking to himself this is why…this is why he keeps no one close. There’s no excuse in the world he could give Sam as to why this was happening to her other than he walked through her door. That’s it. Trouble just follows him everywhere he goes.
The morning was going so well. They woke up smiling, naked in each other’s arms, physically exhausted but extremely happy. She stayed in bed for him, opened later for him, just so she could cook breakfast and have coffee with him on her sofa, legs draped over his lap, chit chatting and flirting. Together they got clean, then got outright dirty and nasty in said shower just to get clean all over again. Gave her a ride to work, parking at the back of the shop, then locking his arm around her shoulders as they walked around to the front. Snuggled up and kissing. But then the rough crunch of shattered glass called their attention. Horror took over every ounce of his soul as he saw Samira go ballistic, for he knew this wasn’t about her. Only about him. And it barely took a day for them to retaliate. Jax held her hand tightly as she cried and cursed him, the club, the stupid ass town. Wanting to break something herself but enough damage had been done. Samira knew it wasn’t Jax’s fault these stupid pieces of shit came in and violated her space but since he was affiliated, and was there, she let it rip. And still, he held her hand, apologizing profusely and swearing he’ll handle it. Because he’s definitely going to handle the lowlifes who wrecked her shop. But she’s so enraged that in the midst of her scolding, she kicked him out so she can cool off and strategize. Calling Rudy as he walked away, head hung and pouting because he wanted to help her clean but,
“I just fuckin can’t with you right now. Just—just get out Jax! Get the fuck out!”
Fuck, she didn’t really want to call on him to deal with this but the repercussions if she didn’t…it’s just going to make this a bigger deal than she would like. Sure Jax will probably kill these guys but Sam had her own backup for these reasons. Besides, she never asked for the club’s protection before so this would be a first. This is why she doesn’t fuck biker trash…these assholes stay in bullshit.
“How is she?” Asks Rudy walking up, wondering why Jax is not inside with Sam helping her clean and outside with sad puppy dog eyes. Again, he is here when Rudy feels like he shouldn’t…but it’s not the time to worry about that.
“I don’t know…” Checking over his shoulder, he shrugs, “pissed…hurt…you know…” Jax drops his chin shaking his head. “This is all because of that night they were chasing me down…”
Rudy shoved his hands in his pockets, still confused what’s going on between these two. “What does that have to do with Sam?”
“I ran into her place as she was closing but I thought they didn’t notice me.” Exhaling his last puff of smoke Jax flicks the cigarette away, slotting his trembling fingers through his thick mane.
Rudy loudly sucks his teeth, sizing Jax up from the corner of his eye as he walks pass him to go check on Samira. “Hmm…seems like you fucked up then don’t it.” Her door bells jingle over him walking inside to find Sam sniffling sitting on her countertop, looking at all the shit that needs to be fixed. Her red nose and puffy eyes broke Rudy on the verge of tears himself as he walks over with his arms out.
“Samira…sweetheart…” She practically leaps into him, kinda glad he’s there to straighten this shit out. Since he was the closest thing to family, she found some sense of comfort in him that she needed like from her own dad. Holding her close, he presses his cheek down on her head, soothing her tiny sobs. “Don’t worry. We’re going to take care of it.”
“Damn straight we are.” Jax interjects over the bells and the door slamming shut behind him. He didn’t want Sam to rely on Rudy to handle his fuck up; he’s his own man he didn’t need their club. But Rudy didn’t trust him, doesn’t think he can protect Samira at all only put her in danger. Well aware of his infamous reputation.
“I think you’ve done enough Teller.” Rudy damn near growls releasing his hold on Samira, tired of his arrogant mug still in his city. “If it wasn’t for you—,”
“And that’s why I need to handle it!“ Sam’s stomach flips she’s never heard him yell like this before. His boisterous voice carrying out the busted windows staking his claim. If she wasn’t so upset she would be shuddering. “Let me deal with this and if I need the club, we can come up with something together.”
He didn’t like it. Rudy didn’t like anything about this situation at all. His suspicious eyes dance between Sam and Jax waiting for him to say something. Jax had something to prove, Rudy can see that, but there’s more to this than he realized…and it better not be for the reason he’s second guessing. He felt inclined to ask, but he trusts Sam, and if she says she’s not fuckin around with Jax then…
Shoving his tight fists inside his pockets, he narrows his sights down on him standing tall, confident. “Alright Teller. You’ve got until tonight’s meeting to handle this.” Rudy turns to address Sam. “Don’t worry about the shop. The guys will come clean up okay? Go home and get some rest.”
Rudy gives her one last hug before he goes, side eyeing Jax over her shoulder. She feels a little better, gladly give the guys the duty of cleaning up because she can’t. Her head’s spinning from the wild 360 this whole morning took. Going from Cloud 9 to fuckin rock bottom in a snap of her fingers. She wasn’t mad at Jax—no one’s safe when they’re affiliated with Sam Crowe—but it’s surely hard to look at his sad pretty face while she’s upset. Especially in this mess.
“Let me take you home Samira. Please.” Jax extends his large shaky hand, still so visibly upset it sort of alarms her. She audibly sighs, gazing down on his hand still waiting for hers, hoping she’ll take it. “You don’t have to speak to me but…at least let me make sure you get home.”
And so she did, because she needed him and he needed her. Everything was going so fuckin well, truly enjoying each other’s company, but now they don’t know what to say one another as they ride back to Sam’s.
“Are you coming in?”
The question unknowingly falls from her lips because she had no intention of asking, but looks like a part of her wanted him to. She’s still gripping his hand. And his sorrowful blue eyes tugged at her heartstrings. Jax nods feverishly, kisses the back of her hand. All he wanted was to be as humanly close as possible to her so he can show how absolutely sorry he is. He’s grateful that she’s even giving him the chance to do so by inviting him up.
“Samira, you know I’d never willingly put your life in danger right?”
Jax sits on the edge of his seat watching her pour herself a glass of wine ready to handle this situation before he can think of how to deal with the assholes. Mending their relationship is more important. He starts to relax some when he sees her leave the kitchen.
“Yeah I know Jax. I’m not mad at you per say.” She really wasn’t but it was his fault. She sits next to him on the couch with a grim grin and sits her stemless glass in her lap. “It’s just fuckin bullshit…”
“I know Samira I’m so sorry. I never meant to…” He feels so dumb for bringing this to her door he anxiously strokes his goatee then scoots in closer to her, draping an arm along the back of her sofa. “I don’t want this to ruin us so soon. I adore you Samira—I can’t get enough of you already and it’s only been one night.” His scarred up knuckles brush her burning cheeks as his soft sweet eyes dazzle taking in her beauty. If Jax didn’t have them and that sexy ass smile to match she’d be able to resist him but he just inches closer and closer to her lips inviting him on in.
“This how you say sorry?” Samira whispers on his lips preciously wedged between hers, her heart pounding loudly in her ears. She can feel his lips perk up as he answers,
“A start,” then sluggishly licks her pouty bottom lip, grinning at her shuddering breath that’s cut short by a full heavy kiss. As she scoots back on the seat, Jax grabs the glass from between her legs and blindly reaches for the coffee table to clumsily sit it down. Somehow never spilling a drop as he stretches himself over Sam laying down. Losing herself in Jax she slides her hands up and down his broad back, slots her slender fingers into his long golden hair. Honestly she can’t get enough of him either after one night and that’s a problem clearly. She already risked her business for a man like him, what’s next, her life? But as long as he kissed her like he was starved, she’s willing. Once they get into a groove though, he abandons her mouth and starts a trail of supple kisses down and up under her chin.
“Oh god Jax,” Samira cries out when he finds one of her spots under her jaw. “You’re too much.”
He smirks humming a chuckle as he takes a bite out of her neck. “No you are. Fuckin fixated on you darlin.” Jax sighs and moans dragging his wet lips down her throat, inhaling her fragrance, “Addicted to you Samira…” when he reaches her collar bone he take another nibble.
As he distracts her with his mouth, he works on opening her jeans, longing to feel her wetness on his fingerprints. She’s grinding and whimpering up against his weight, helping him get her pants off while focusing on his wiggly fingers pull her panties to the side. Samira’s gasping out once two of his fat fingertips press down on her clit.
“Want you to sound this weak every second of day day of my life.” Whispers his lips across her hot flesh, her back arching in response. Those two lively fingers slip down into her weeping hole. “Wanna taste you on my tongue forever and ever…”
His warm firm hands smooth up her curves as he pushes her shirt up, dropping his smirk towards her separating thighs. Forever…like he’s guaranteed that with his line of work but it did sound good though. This mouth on her whenever she wanted or he wanted, whatever, for however long time permits.
“Biker promises are weak.” Samira breathes just as Jax takes a long lick up her throbbing folds, fisting his oily hair and grinding her pussy into his busy mouth that hums a laugh. He pinches her nipples as punishment which makes her grin. “Don’t be weak Teller.”
Detaching himself, he croons, “I’ll show you weak darlin,” taking tiny licks at her clit to tease her, pulling her folds apart, his drool dripping down into her hole. “Is that what you want? Want me to prove myself to you?”
Samira locks up, squealing the more Jax quickly flickers the tip of his tongue over her swollen clit. She groans a yes, whining out, “Supposed to protect me.”
Shoving his puckered lips into her agape slit, he moans a whimper inside her, slipping his tongue between her convulsing walls. She’s right he failed her and it was going to take more than sucking the life out of her to show her that he can protect her.
“I know sweet girl,” a loud juicy kiss smacks at her clit, “I’m sorry. I’m going to fix it.” Another one has her hips jumping off the seat. He’s going to make things right between them he has to.
“Better.” She whispers out of breath, dragging her trembling fingers over his messy mouth. He’s even more beautiful covered in her creamy wetness, decorating her palm with sloppy kisses. “Fuck me til I forgive you Jax.”
Promptly he’s up on his knees, ripping his shirt off and his pants open. She only had to tell him once, and even if takes all night, he’ll wear himself thin until she’s faintly sighing, “I forgive you Jax,” over and over, exhausted from cumming entirely too much.
“Yes sweet girl,” he purrs presenting his naked tatted up body and thick pulsating cock, combing his hair back with his gigantic hand. Looking up at him towering over her like he was about to demolish her has Samira squirming. Jax falls into his hands caging her in. “I plan on it.”
Rudy didn’t want to wait on Jax for shit. Still speculating the status of their relationship, he stews in his chair at the head of the table, watching time tick by until Jax appears with his plan. But of course Rudy had a back up just in case things go left but he said he would give him a chance for fuckin up and putting Sam’s well being at risk. Nothing pissed him off more about all of this. Jax always putting his arrogance first and endangering others. But what if he is with Samira. The thought intrudes on him out of nowhere. It makes him queasy, imagining them as a couple. And for a second there, he considers murdering the man, but the aftermath of that wouldn’t be worth it.
“Sup Rudy.” Jax entering the room pulls him out of his murder plot. “Ready to do this?” He asks taking a seat at a chair to his left.
“Depends on what you got Teller.” Sitting up he drops his folded hands on the table and bites, “but if it’s reckless, we do things my way.”
Jax had no doubts about his plan, conspiring with Sam once she rested from their hours long make up session. He had to he was using her shop as bait. Might as well it was already fucked up. Rudy just listened and nodded along, okay with what he presented to him.
“Just as long as no one gets hurt.” He presses raising a brow. “No one Teller.”
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