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soaimagines · 6 years

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The Lost Girls || Part Five

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Part one | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Pairing: Jax Teller x Reader

Word Count: 2,256

Request: Imagine being the VP of an all female MC. You come to town and you and Jax fall for each other.

Warnings: smoking, language, mention of sex, mention of drugs, mention of guns + violence

Authors Note: Finallyyyy got another part out for this. I have so much love for this series and it gives me all the Jax feels. I have quite a bit planned for this, Im just trying to get it all in order. Its based somewhere in season one, and Tara does not exist (yet) and I'm not sure if I will bring her into this. I hate part two, I wish I had gone a different direction with the Gemma sitch but meh, here we are. Let me know what you think. x

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The two of you were like teenagers. Worse than teenagers. Neither of you could keep your hands off each other and your lips were raw from kissing. But it didn't stop you from pulling him towards you and every time your lips met electricity shot through your veins and the next thing you knew you were on the floor fucking. And when you were done, your knees red with carpet burn and your body trembling with pleasure, you would have a cigarette or a joint and somehow find your way back to each others lips and the cycle would start all over again. This fire that burned inside you had never been ignited before, at least not like this. Nothing you had ever experienced could compare to whatever this was that was building between you. Jax had been with many woman. Hundreds, maybe. But of them all you were his favourite. Because you didn't flinch when he wrapped his hand around your throat and squeezed. You didnt hold back your moans, letting him know just how good he felt inside you. You looked him in the eye when you came and when he cupped your cheek you wrapped your lips around his thumb and scratched your nails down his back. He lost himself in your moans and the gasps of breath you took when he pushed inside you and time seemed to disappear. Everything dissappeared. The world could be on fire outside and you would be oblivious. You had never enjoyed sex as much as you did with Jax. He made love to you amongst the sheets, soft and slow and then fucked you against the wall hard and fast. It was well past two am when you had finally crashed out, wrapped in each others arms. You had never slept so soundly as you did with his arms draped over you and you nestled against him as the sun began to rise.

The sunlight creeping through the curtains woke you and you both stirred. “Goodmorning,” Jax whispered against your forehead, his voice thick with sleep. “Morning,” You mumbled sleepily and buried yourself into him. His arms engulfed you and you lay like that for a while, your head buried in his chest listening to the sound of his heartbeat. “We should get up.” You groaned and shook your head. Jax chuckled, his fingers tracing over your back. You nuzzled into him, your lips ghosting over his neck and you kissed him softly. His fingers grasped you and he sighed. “Darlin, if you keep doing that Im not gonna get up.” You smiled against his skin, and continued to kiss his neck sleepily. Jax sighed and as much as he didn't want to, he pushed you away. You rolled onto your back with a pout and Jax smirked as he swung his legs out of bed. “Come on. Lets shower and then I’ll make you coffee.” You groaned again, but this time you sat up, brushing the loose strands of hair out of your face. You stretched out your arms and legs and yawned. “I dont know if I can walk.” You laughed. Jax smirked proudly and walked to your side of the bed. He hovered over you, his eyes suddenly hungry. “You need me to carry you, sweetheart?” You bit your lip and nodded, lifting your arms up. Jax scooped you up effortlessly and you squealed as he threw you over his shoulder and marched you to the bathroom, leaving a slap on your ass as he went.

After yet another round of sex, this time in the shower, Jax left you to go and make coffee. You washed your hair under the warm water and scrubbed your body clean before getting out and wrapping a towel around yourself. You quickly dressed, tugging on your jeans and pairing it with a fresh plain white tshirt. After pulling on a pair of socks and your boots you quickly ran a comb through your damp hair, working out the knots that had been put there last night. When you were done you didn't bother drying it, preferring to let it dry naturally and you padded across the carpet in search of Jax and more importantly the coffee he had promised. You walked into the kitchen and saw that Jax wasn't alone. They both turned at your approach and you smiled warmly to the man, the reaper on his back confirming he was a Son. Jax smiled when he saw you, his whole face lighting up and their conversation fell away. The man eyed you curiously, recognising you as the Vice President of the Lost Girls. “Sorry, Jackie boy, didn't realise you had company.” The man said in a thick scottish accent. Jax smirked and walked towards you, offering a fresh cup of coffee. You wrapped your hands around the mug and smiled up at him in thanks. “I dont think we’ve officially met, lass. Im Chibs.” “(Y/n),” You smiled at him widely, suddenly aware of the obvious love bites on your neck that he would have to be blind to miss. You were about to speak again when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You flashed them both a smile and excused yourself to take the call. It was Sculley, informing you that Ella wanted to meet with the rest of the club at the Mayans clubhouse in half an hour. You told her you'd be there soon and quickly hung up before moving to the sofa where you had draped your leather the night before. “Heading out?” You looked up as you pulled your kutte onto your shoulders and saw Jax and Chibs watching you. “Duty calls.” You smiled. Jax nodded and crossed the living room. Chibs watched as Jax pulled you into his arms and cupped your face. His lips pressed against yours and you could taste the coffee on his tongue as it massaged against yours. “See you tonight?” He whispered against your lips. You flashed him a smile and nodded slightly before pecking his lips once more. “Nice to meet you.” You smiled to Chibs. “Aye lass,” With one last smouldering smile from Jax you left, closing the door firmly behind you. Jax could feel Chibs’ stare before he saw it and he rolled his eyes. “What?” “Be careful, Jackie.” “We’re just having fun.” Jax explained as he too reached for his kutte. “Thats what crow eaters are for, brother.” They both smirked and Chibs continued. “Things between us and the Mayans are good, for now, Jackie. But it's not always that way. At the end of the day her club and her loyalty is going to side with them.” The Scot left him to ponder his words and Jax couldn't help the sinking feeling that filled his chest. He was right. Your club was everything to you and your President was the daughter of a Mayan. A Mayan president. Jax shook his head. It didn't matter.It had only been one night. Nothing serious. Right?

The Mayans had offered Ella a secure room in their clubhouse where The Lost Girls could meet and you sat in your usual position to her right. Scully sat to her left and the rest of your club sat around a table, all waiting to hear your president speak. You could tell she had something important she wanted to discuss by her body language. Her body was tense and her usually warm eyes were darting everywhere in the room, except you. She hadn't made eye contact with you since you had walked in and you had a feeling that whatever she was going to say, you weren't going to like it. Finally the room fell silent and all eyes were on Ella. She looked down at her hands and took a few moments to form the words before speaking. “I want to thank you all for coming down here. I know it was a lot for me to ask you all to join me in meeting my father and it really means a lot.” “We’re family.” You said softly. “We go where you go.” She flashed you a tight smile which only brought more concern and she looked down at her hands as she started her next sentence. “As you all know my father… The Mayans, are involved with drugs. Its something that we've always steered away from and I know it hasn't been easy for you all you to be around.” She took a deep breath and you could see her struggling to find the right words. “We have an opportunity to make some real money, and Im not talking a permanent thing here. But the Mayans have a charter up in Oregon and I thought since we’ll be going up there anyway on the way home…“ “No way.” All heads turned to Ruth and the seriousness of the proposition sunk in. The Lost Girls running drugs?! You fell silent. The Lost Girls had never dealt with drugs. It was something you could pride yourselves on. Why hadn't Ella come to you with this before bringing it to the club? You all knew it was easy money but it came with risks and a lot of your members had history with drugs, whether it be from their own addictions or family members overdosing. “It's a one time only thing. Good money. I know its a lot to ask so take your time to think about it. We vote tomorrow.” Chairs scraped back as Scully and Ruth stood, not bothering for the sound of the gavel hitting the table. Ella clenched her jaw as the two stormed towards the door and before Scully could leave she turned around to face Ella. The older woman shook her head, her eyes looking disapprovingly at her president. “This isn't you.”

You sat outside as the sun began to set, the sky lined with shades of baby blues and cotton candy clouds. Todays events ran vividly through your mind and you pulled your pack of cigarettes out. The nicotine always helped make sense of your thoughts, at least thats what you told yourself as you lit your lighter and took a drag. Ma had sent you a text an hour ago saying she wouldn't arrive in town until tomorrow. You were both disappointed and relieved. You knew she would be able to tell something was up with the club immediately and you didn't have the heart to explain why. But seeing her would be a comfort, and you knew that if anyone could talk Ella out of this, it was Ma. With your club in strife you had nearly forgotten about the handsome blonde who had been previously occupying your thoughts and you pulled your phone out. You were about to dial his number when you heard footsteps behind you and you turned to see Marcus Alvarez approaching. “Mind if I sit with you?” You smiled up at him and waved your hand to the empty seat next to you, gesturing for him to sit. You offered him your cigarettes, which he accepted and silence fell between you as he lit up. “Ella's told me a lot about you. She's very lucky to have you in her corner. I want to thank you for that.” You smiled at his words and nodded. “She's my sister.” “She's also told me you've been spending time with Jackson Teller.” You rolled your eyes. “We hung out, yeah.” What was this? Some kind of fatherly lecture? A warning? An intervention? “The Sons of Anarchy are friends of ours- for now. But it's not always that way Y/N. If it comes down to it you need to make sure you're on the right side of the line.” “Jesus christ, we hung out like twice. I’m not marrying the guy.” Alvarez nodded slowly, a small smirk on his lips and he blew out a cloud of smoke. “I didn't think you'd be into playing step mom anyway.” His comment caught you off guard and you frowned and turned to look at him. He seemed oblivious to your confusion,his eyes focused on his brothers playing basketball across the yard and your brows furrowed together. “Step mom?” He glanced at you and nodded, immediately noticing the puzzled look on your features. “His son, Abel. I guess he didn't tell you about his wife either then, huh?” You gulped. Wife?! Son?! “Yeah.. Guess not.” You tossed your cigarette butt to the ground and stood, making sure to crush the butt under your foot and walked around the building to where you had left your bike. Why didn't Jax tell you that he was married with a fucking child? You weren't the home wrecking type and but the night you had spent at his house you didn't recall seeing any signs of a baby, or any womanly belongings. The whole house had a masculine vibe, but it's not like you had gone exploring behind the closed doors. For all you knew he could have just brought you into the guest room, avoided the main bedroom where there could have been signs of his fucking wife. You tugged your helmet down on your head, not bothering to buckle the strap and you brought the engine beneath you to life. It was almost humorous. You had only spent one night together. You were just ‘hanging out’. You hated the idea if being ‘the other woman’ but that didn't explain the nausea that was waving through you or the ache in your chest.

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shankss-magnificent-ass · 6 years

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Unadulterated Crack Part 12

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

Word Count: 1,475

warnings: Angst, Humor, slight violence, Thorin being a diddly dumb ass, Implied smut, Shunning, attempted blackmail, Thranduil being an ass, and alcohol usage

A/N: I know I said you’d get the next chapter in November, but I didn’t want to wait, plus I’m feeling motivated for once.

— Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5 — Part 6 — Part 7— Part 8 — Part 9— Part 10 — Part 11— Part 12 — Part 13 —Part 14 — Part 15— Part 16— Part 17 — Part 18 — Part 19 — Part 20 — Part 21 —

It took Thorin two hours to realize he had over looked you, and left you without reassurance that he was alright. He sought you out, and when he found you leaning up against a boulder on the river bank with Dwalin lurking not far from you. He realized that Dwalin had been more than a little clingy and protective of you then he had in the past. But Thorin thought nothing of it, he assumed that Dwalin was just protecting you because you had Thorin's braids in your hair. He approached you, and once you were in arm's reach he took a hold of your waist between his hands. He cooed, "I am sorry I did not come to you earlier." Much to Thorin's surprise you did not receive him as he had hoped. He had wanted you to hug and kiss him, and ask if he was alright while looking at him with concerned eyes filled with love. Instead you slapped him, hard, across the face and glared at him with cold eyes. You screamed, "What were you thinking! How could you be so reckless, and stupid!"

Thorin held his stinging right cheek, and stuttered, "W-what do you mean!" You seized him by the front of his coat, and yelled, "You went charging into a fight by yourself when you were out numbered, and your enemy had the high ground! You are damn lucky that Bilbo acted when he did or you'd be dead! You are also lucky that I didn't get a chance to get my hands on you sooner cause I would have done more than just slap you! Your people are relying on you to reclaim Erebor and you can't do that if you are dead! Do you know how scared I was that I'd loose you! If you ever do something so stupid again you better hope they kill you or that I don't find out you did, cause if the latter happens I will kill you my own damn self!" throwing your arms around him and sobbing into his shoulder.

After Gandalf told all of you that the viscous bear outside was their host, Beorn, everyone went to settle down for the night. As Bifur, Bofur, Dwalin, Bilbo, and Fili and Kili headed to the barn to sleep you looked over at them and said, "Remember boys, even," Then you bleated like a goat, and continued, "Means no."

The rest of the company burst out laughing, as Thorin rubbed the bridge of his nose and groaned at your bestiality joke. Thorin then led you to a pile of hay in the stables, he wrapped his arms around you, and said, "I want you." kissing your neck.

You chuckled, "I'm not quite sure I have forgiven you for nearly getting yourself killed." leaning your head back to expose more of your throat to him. "Then let me make it up to you." He hummed, as his hands began to knead your rear.

At the Elvish Gate, as Gandalf demanded they not free his horse, you grabbed him, pulled him down to your level, and hissed, "You better bring Thrain back alive and in one piece or I swear I will tell everyone about your true nature Olorin!" in his ear.

After he left, you stuck with Thorin and Dwalin, and tried to keep the whole together as they descended into the delirious madness that the forest engenders, which didn't really seem to have any effect on you. You felt like you were a shepherd trying to keep a flock of drunken toddlers together. When the spiders came you didn't stand a chance with the Company being so goofy. When Bilbo cut all of you down, he made sure to do you last so you didn't get squished by your Dwarven companions.

After Thranduil had spoke to Thorin, he sent for you for some odd reason. When you entered the throne room, Thranduil was pouring himself a goblet of wine. He said, "Tell me, what is a child of man doing traveling with a group of Dwarves with a death wish?"

"Death wish? What death wish?" you mocked innocence.

Thranduil glared at you, and states, "The wish to slay a dragon and reclaim a home land."

"Well we're not here to fuck spiders." You sneer. He points at you and firmly whispered, "Do not speak to me in such a manner, I am a king."

"Well I didn't vote for you." you quip.

Thranduil says, "That's not how that works."

"You are a king amongst elves Thrandy, and I am not an elf, so do not expect me to kiss your ass like everyone else with pointless formalities. I am not a child, saying that you have a born right to rule just because of your lineage will not work with me." you snap.

He stared at you for a moment, before smiling softly and saying, "You are a strange girl, but you amuse me. Would you like some wine, it's the very best my halls can offer."

Your mind shoots to the baby, and you huff, "I should not, now did you bring me here merely to get a look at the odd ball, and waste my time. Or did you want something?"

Thranduil examined you closely, his eyes wandering over your form. After a few minutes, his eyes grew wide, and he breathed, "You're pregnant?"

"That is besides the point." You growl, "are you done wasting my time with your games?"

Thranduil said, "It is a child of Durin, is it not?"

"That is none of your business. Now tell me what you want, or I'll go back to the dungeons my own damn self." you puff.

Thranduil sighed, "very well," dramatically, he said, "When I mentioned you to your foolish leader, and he became rather defensive. I wished to know what makes you so unique that you managed to worm your way into that oaf's heart."

"I like to think it's my perky nipples." You snort.

Thranduil laughed, "I see why he seems so fond of you now, you are lively. Tell me does he know you are carrying his child?" You avoided eye contact, with the Elf king, after a minute, Thranduil hummed, "Do you fear that he would not accept your child due to its mixed blood? Is that why you hide it from Thorin?"

"No, I do it to protect him, he has enough to worry about already. He does not need to fret over it now, I will tell him when December rolls around." You admit having been found out.

Thranduil said, "I will make you a deal, if you get me the gems of star light that I desire, I will keep your secret from Thorin."

"I have a counter offer, you even think of opening your big mouth to Thorin, I will take those gems and throw them into the deepest part of the lake." You retort.

His eyes widened as he breathed, "you would not dare."

"Wanna bet?" You huffed.

He looked you up and down before muttered, "I see why Thorin likes you." before saying, "I will not tell your beloved fool that you are with his child, but I require that you at least attempt to convince him to return the gems to me."

"That will not be possible at least until after November twenty third." You shrug.

He eyed you curiously, and asked, "Do pray tell as to why that is?"

"He's been falling deeper into the dragon sickness the nearer we get to Erebor. By the time we actually reach the mountain it will be in full control. But Thorin is not like his grandfather, he will beat it on his own on the twenty third and he will fight in the battle. After then, if he survives, and I do as well, I will help you try to negotiate with him. He's usually more receptive to something when I am around. You will also have to compromise with him, you can't just demand he return them without offering something in return. The mere fact that you foolishly revealed how desperate you are for the return of your wife's jewels means he has the advantage. However I make no promises that I will succeed, I am just one woman Thranduil. I alone cannot undo thousands of years of hate and mistrust between the Dwarves and Elves. Also I do not know if I myself will survive the battle, so do not get your hopes up. However you need to arrive at Erebor after you hear Smaug is dead, with two thousand armed elves, and plenty of food and medical supplies to share amongst Dwarves, men, and elves." You caution.

Thranduil nods his head, and assures, "We have a deal, now I will return you to your cell."

— Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5 — Part 6 — Part 7— Part 8 — Part 9— Part 10 — Part 11— Part 12 (here)— Part 13 —Part 14 — Part 15— Part 16— Part 17 — Part 18 — Part 19 — Part 20 — Part 21 —

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