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imagineredwood · 3 months

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5. Neighbors 🏠

Summary: First he was your neighbor, then your friend, now your…Valentine?

Pairing: Jax Teller x female reader

Warnings: none that I can think of

Word count: 683

A/N: Haven't written for Jax in forever and somehow forgot that he's just so prettyyyyyy

The knock on your door was sharp yet soft as it rang out. It startled you, your phone tumbling from your hand and onto your lap as you cursed. Hand to your chest, you smiled knowing exactly who it was at your door just by the knock. You trotted up and unlocked your door, unsurprised to see Jax standing there with a lopsided smile. You were surprised, however, to see his hands. His arms were cradling a bouquet of pink roses, a pink teddy bear, a heart-shaped carton of chocolates, and a card. He shifted his weight to his other foot awkwardly, his smile warm but nervous-looking now.

"Good afternoon, darlin'."

You blinked, feeling heat starting to rise up on your cheeks and ears.

"Good afternoon, Jax."

He wiggled his arms a bit, his own cheeks taking on the slightest of a pink hue.

"I remember you saying that you didn't have a Valentine this year, or any of the other years for that matter. So I figured I'd spoil you."

Your heart thumped in your chest, your lips forming into a smile of their own accord.

"I...I don't know what to say."

The Son grinned, his boyish charm ever-present.

"Thank you would be fine."

You chuckled, willing the heat that prickled the tips of your ears to go away.

"Thank you, Jax."

You opened the door wide and let him into your home, not for the first time. He was your neighbor going on a year, and the both of you had enjoyed each other's company on and off in the recent months. He was a single dad and you were just single, both of you forming a friendship that every now and then seemed to be just a little bit more than that. You had a crush on him for a while now, late-night deep conversations making you fall for him on the nights when you watched the boys if needed. You'd learned about him and in turn, he'd learned about you. Which was exactly why he was here now.

He placed the items down on your counter and turned back to face you with a suddenly sheepish smile.

"Figured you didn't have a Valentine and neither did I, so it only made sense right?"

You nodded, butterflies in your stomach.

"I feel bad, I didn't get you anything. I didn't want to seem,..."

You trailed off and the Son smirked.

"Forward?"

You nodded and let out a soft laugh. I also didn't know if I had been reading too much into things."

Jax leaned back against your counter, and shrugged, blue eyes sparkling as they gazed at you.

"No reading too much into anything here. I'll have you if you'll have me."

He was playing it off cool, but the truth was he was just as nervous as you. He liked you, had for a while now, but shared the same apprehension as you. What if you were just being nice? What if you only wanted to be friends? What if he had just too much baggage? But seeing your giddiness, he knew the feeling was mutual. You smiled softly, his eyes drawn to the warmth of your smile and your eyes and he held both hands out towards you. Steps slow, you made your way up to him, placing your hands into his and sighing happily as they closed around yours. He tugged you into him suddenly, laughing at the gasp you let out as you tumbled into his chest. He placed his hands on your waist respectfully high and squeezed, his smile fading as he looked at you.

"I mean it. I like you. The boys like you. I'd say it's fair that you like me. So,"

His thumb was gentle as it traced circles into your side and you nodded softly, hands coming up to rest on his shoulders, the flannel warm and comforting under your fingertips.

"If you're asking me to be your Valentine this year, then yes. I will."

Jax grinned, his perfect teeth on full display.

"And the years after that if I'm lucky."

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dallianceangel · 5 months

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𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 💀

summary: in which happy pays you a late-night visit to your dorm room.

pairing: happy lowman x fem!reader

word count: 331.

warnings: swearing.

author's note: i found this prompt on google and decided to run with it, attempting to write without taking too many breaks. here's the result, i hope you enjoy x

💨 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 💨

After attending yet another rowdy club party, you call it a night at around 11PM.

Settling yourself underneath the covers in your dorm room, you close your eyes and immediately relax. It's not until you hear the door open and close and footsteps coming closer towards you that you open your eyes, finding your secret boyfriend standing next to the bed.

“Have you got a death wish?” you ask Happy, knowing full well what would happen if your Dad, Clay, was to find out that a fellow Son is in a relationship with his long-lost daughter.

He whispers back. “Maybe.”

You know he's not a man of many words, but you have come to understand him in ways that others don't, seeing a side to him that he's never shown to anybody else. Happy doesn't need to say a thing for you to know what he wants, you can just sense it.

“Five minutes, that's all you're getting.”

He smiles. “Thank you.”

Settling himself in his favourite place—your arms—you can't help but smile. You never thought Happy would prefer to be the little spoon, but he surprisingly does. Pressing a loving kiss to the top of his head, Happy breathes a sigh of contentment in response. If life had a pause button that could make this moment last for as long as possible, Happy would press it.

“I fucking love you, Happy Lowman.”

“I fuckin' love you, baby girl.”

Losing track of time is what the pair of you do best. Five minutes pass, and you're still spooning. Every single second that he's here is a risk, but neither of you have the courage to part ways for the night. It seems that nothing can tear you both away from each other, until something does.

“Did you just fart, Hap?”

He whispers back. “Yes.”

“It's okay, release your demons.”

You soon come to regret what you've just said, as he lets rip and ultimately leaves your room stinking to high heaven.

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rebelwrites · 3 months

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Jax Teller - please, (and) thank, you

Okay this was a challenge but I did it and I’m not sorry 😜

Jax couldn’t take it anymore, he had been staring at his wife from across the room for the best part of an hour.

The dress clung to her body perfectly, teasing him with every movement. Pushing himself from the bar, barging no past everyone to get to his old lady.

The moment he was within touching distance he wrapped his arm around her waist grazing his teeth against her ear, “our bunk, now!”

“Manners, baby,” she giggled, pushing her ass back into him causing him to growl.

“Get that fine ass in our bunk. Please and thank you, Mrs Teller.”

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bullet-prooflove · 9 months

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Matriarch - Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Reader

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Companion piece to Punishment & Silver & Gold

You’re sitting at your desk, smoking a cigarette when Chibs enters your office. You look at the clock on the wall and realise it’s gone past midnight, you’re not sure when that happened. Time’s been fluid since you watched the light die in Galen’s eyes. You remember something similar happening when you’d killed your ex-husband.

He looks down at the body on your floor and you see the way his jaw tightens, the muscles in his shoulders tensing. It’s his job to keep you safe but you’ve managed to do that all by yourself. He’s old fashioned sometimes with his thinking, he has no illusions about being a white knight, but he hates the fact you’ve been forced to take action.

“Couldn’t have happened to a nicer scumbag.” He spits on the corpse before turning to face you. His eyes come to rest on the gun that sits in the space between the two of you, the one he had given you just in case. He had never dreamed that you would need to use it.

You offer him a cigarette from the cardboard carton on your desk and he removes one before using the gold Zippo to light it. He takes a drag before leaning against the wall, his gaze straying to the blood pool underneath Galen.

“You’re going to need a new carpet love.” He tells you. “There isn’t enough bleach in the world to get that up.”

Realistically it would be simpler to burn down the entire office, eradicate the evidence but that would bring the police calling and he thinks they probably hate you as much as they despise the club. It was the downside to being good at your job.

“The place needs refurbishing anyway.” You remark, tapping the ash from your cigarette into a silver ashtray. “I don’t think it will take Allie much convincing, she’s been wanting to change things up for a while.”

“I can get Juice and some of the guys on it, get rid of the body and the carpet but…” He trails off and you know that the ‘but’ is. It means that news of Galen’s death, the manner of it, spreads around the M.C like wildfire. Nobody would believe that Chibs had done this, it’s too personal.

“They need to see that I take care of my shit.” You state, blowing a stream of smoke out of your mouth and watching it evaporate into the air. “That I’m still taking care of their shit.”

Secrets is what it all came down to.

The Club’s secrets.

Galen had wanted to pluck each and every one of them out of your head and twist them to leverage his position with the M.C. Not a single one had passed you’re lips during your time together. He respected that, he’d told you, your loyalty. You couldn’t buy that shit, it was born out of love.

You weren’t sure when that had happened.

There were moments though, ones that stuck in your mind.

The look in Tig’s eyes when he told you about his girl, how proud he was of her whilst the two of you hammered out his investment into Cara Cara. The enquiry he’d made about making sure she received his share of the business in the event of his passing. He’d worried about that, you remember, making sure that she was taken care of, along with the two daughters he barely saw.

The taste of Bobby’s banana bread as he told you that his kid was better off not knowing him, that he had always been bad news, which was why he was on his third divorce. You knew a thing or two about making bad choices, you’d reminded him. He wouldn’t always be unlucky in love, especially not when he baked like that. His smile had warmed your heart.

Tara’s guardianship and adoption of the Able after you’d helped facilitate her marriage to Jax. You’d been invited to both the wedding and the subsequent adoption party. You remembered standing in the kitchen, talking to Juice about his weed shop when Jax had passed you baby Thomas for a minute because he’d had his hands full with Able. You think that was the moment it dawned on you how much trust they had in you, that they’d come to see you as one of them.

All of these things they weren’t just legal affairs; they were snippets of people’s lives. Important pieces that meant something deep to each and every one of them.

Strung up in that barn you had known that you could never let Galen have that. To him the M.C was a device to be wielded, a tool to build up his side business but to you they’d become a part of your life.

It would have been easy to relent. To divulge how the M.C were diversifying, making more money with legit businesses like porn and escorts than they ever had with gun running, which was why they were starting to pull out of the trade but the damage of revealing something like that…

It would have been catastrophic.

Noone would have blamed you, Tig had told you in the aftermath when he was helping Tara see to your wounds.

I would have, you’d responded.

You’re distracted as Chibs removes his phone from his pocket. You see him hesitate, his thumb hovering over the buttons before he looks at you helplessly.

“This will bind you to them.” He tells you, tilting his head towards Galen’s corpse. “After this there’s no going back, they’ll start looking to you. You’ll go from their lawyer to their matriarch.”

You understand what he’s saying, you’ve protected them once, allowing Galen to take his pound of flesh. This thing that you’ve done will reinforce the action, you’ve taken care of something that was very much a Club problem. Before his presidency, before killing Galen, you could have been viewed as collateral damage, an affiliate of the Club who been caught up in their mess but now…

You know how this looks. That they’ll see it as you defending them.

“Right now, you can walk away from me, from the club…” he trails off when he sees the look in your eyes. The glint of steel underneath all of that silk. “That was never going to happen was it?”

You shake your head.

“I didn’t want this for you.” He tells you honestly. “When I kissed you that night at my kitchen table, I had no idea we’d end up here.”

You know what he means. Him with the presidency, you standing along side of him, a part of the Club’s bloody history. Nobody could have foreseen this, the course of circumstances that has led you to this moment.

“Maybe it was always meant to happen.” You tell him stubbing out your cigarette before casting a glance at Galen’s corpse. “This feels like the beginning of a joke. What do you do with a dead Irish Man?”

He laughs, he can’t help it because it does. He feels that pressure in his chest relinquish as the edges of your mouth tip up into a smile. Anyone else would be horrified by what had happened here tonight but you’re anything but. He senses the relief in you, you’ve slayed another of your monsters, you can sleep easy knowing that Galen can never touch you again.

“I love you.” He finds himself saying.

He means it. He always has. He’s just never been able to vocalise it until this moment. He’s never doubted your commitment to him, but accepting the Club, that’s always been at the heart of his reluctance. You don’t shy away from the life he leads; you embrace it. You understand that it’s part of him and now it’s a part of you too. It may not be what he envisioned but it’s the future the two of you are stepping into and he treasures it with every fibre of his being.

“I know.” You tell him, clasping his hand. “I’ve always known Filip.”

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band--psycho · 1 year

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Jax Teller x Reader-Plans For A Belated Valentines

For @yourwinchesterbros with the request of working on Valentines Day

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

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Y/n just wanted Jax home.

She missed him, more so than she normally did when he was away with the club on business.

It had been an extremely long and tiring day; and in all honesty, all she wanted to do was snuggle up in Jax's arms and forget about all of it, about how stressful her day had been.

And even though she knew he wasn’t going to be there when she opened the door; she felt her heart sink slightly with disappointment when she was greeted to an empty house.

She just wanted him home.

Normally it was okay, she could distract herself, but it seemed that everywhere she went was surrounded by couples.

Even the Tv was only showing romance movies.

Not that it was a surprise, given that today was Valentine’s Day.

Y/n planned to stay up; to try and wait for Jax to get home, so at least she could possibly spend some brief minutes with him on Valentine’s Day; but she was so exhausted.

All she wanted to do was sleep.

And it wasn’t long before her eyes fell shut and sleep took over.

~~~~~

Jax knew what today was.

And he hated the fact that he was away from Y/n for the whole day, and practically the entire evening.

He was hoping he could sort things out earlier but as usual with club business, it never quite went according to plan.

By the time he’d gotten back to charming it was already half past eleven in the evening.

He knew Y/n would be asleep; but that didn’t stop him from stopping off at the store and getting Y/n her favourite sweets and flowers to greet her the following morning with.

He felt awful.

He had every intention of making today special for Y/n given that it was their first proper Valentine’s Day together as a couple.

When he opened the door, he made sure to do it as quietly as he possibly could.

And then he saw her; asleep on the couch.

He placed down the items he’d bought from the store on the kitchen counter and walked over to the sofa, kneeling down in front of Y/n.

That’s when he noticed a little note beside her, ‘Sorry if I’m asleep by the time you get back; happy Valentine’s Day baby, I love you,’

In that moment; Jaxs heart melted.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, darlin’,” he whispered, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on the side of her head.

He’d make it up to her tomorrow.

He’d give her the best belated Valentine’s Day he possibly could.

Right now though, she needed sleep and he certainly wasn’t going to take that away from her.

But he also wasn’t going to let her sleep on the couch; so he carefully tucked his hands under her knees and around her back, lifting her off the couch and carrying her to bed.

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years

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Because clearly my weekend plans have dissolved into doing nothing more than just immersing myself in all your fics & no matter how many there are I'm sure it'll never be enough. Can I please request Happy & "My wide needs that for her hair ..."

You decided to spend your weekend reading my stuff! Oh my little heart!!

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Contains: Fluff, mild violence.

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Happy's trip to the store doesn't go all that well

Happy breathed a sigh of relief, you had been complaining about your itching scalp for days but the aloe you usually put in a soothing mask had been out of stock. He had to travel to Oakland to get it but as he placed it in his basket, someone walked by and tried to take it without him seeing while his attention was back on the shelves.

Happy grabbed the person's wrist and it was clear it was from someone old enough to know better so he squeezed hard, "ow, what the fuck man?"

Happy met his eyes, he was in his early twenties, "why did you take that out of my basket?"

The manchild pulled his hand away, "I got sunburnt, I need it more than you, just get the cheap brand." Happy stepped close to the man, his face a mask of almost stoic anger.

"My wife needs that for her hair, I had it first so remove your hand or you'll regret it."

Something about Happy, whether it was his face or tone had to man slinking back into his skin, "sorry man, but your wife seems like a bit of a…"

The punch had him falling to the ground, "I hope your skin falls off you stupid pig." Happy looked around, no one dared say a word knowing who Happy was.

Happy returned to the house and presented you with the bottle with a smile, "you want some help with that little girl?"

You nodded, "please, your fingers are so much better at scratching than mine."

Happy huffed, "you are saying I need lotion?"

You giggled, "no my love, you're just good with your fingers is all."

Happy's eyes went dark, "yeah, you said the same thing last night."

You slapped his chest in jest, "you are such an infant."

Fin

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happysoldlady · 1 year

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Coney Island Part 2 - Nestor Oceteva

a/n: I'm back! Also, I wish I could tell you what this is but I can't. Y'all said you liked this concept so here's a part two. I'm on a real Nestor kick lately. Mans has got me in a grip. Enjoy!

warnings: NSFW!!, fem! reader, brief mentions of violence/abuse

"Fuck, dulce." Nestor groans, rolling his hips against yours, his fingers buried deep in your hips for leverage. He takes pleasure in the way your face relaxes into ecstasy every time his dick meets that spongy spot inside of you. The way your eyebrows furrow as he pulls out, and the rolling of your eyes to the back of your head as he presses back in, moving a thumb to roll over your clit. He feels your pussy clench around him as you reach to touch any part of him. Your nails find his chest, and he lets out a deep groan as you run them down his skin. He picks up the pace on his strokes, keeping the same tempo on your clit, leaving you a withering mess below him. Moments later, the two of you reach your climax together, Nestor then collapsing onto the bed next to you. His chest rising and falling as he tries to settle his breathing, his eyes finding your profile as you take a minute to breathe, your hands lying idly on your chest, eyes closed in relaxation.

Following the incident last month of the two of you being kidnapped, you had found yourselves making up for lost time in the bedroom (and on the kitchen table, bathroom sink, against the wall in the foyer, ottoman in the living room...wherever, really). It had been probably a year since the two of you had had this much sex. Being busy with work, and oddly disconnected from one another had pushed you to opposite sides of your king-sized bed, not sharing it at all some nights. But for the last few weeks, Nestor seemed eager to get home if not for any other reason than to bury himself in you. And well, who would turn down an orgasm from the man you love? However, should the two of you probably talk things through? Absolutely. Were you going to do it while Nestor is fucking your brains out? Absolutely not.

You peel your eyes open, and turn your head, meeting his dark eyes that beam at you with affection. You find yourself wondering if he's always looked at you that way, and if that look will fade when the post-nut clarity comes.

"Te amo." He mutters, as one of his hands reaches out to brush a piece of hair out of your face. He leans over and presses a soft kiss to your head. And then, he's up. He strolls to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

You let out a breath, setting up in the bed and pulling a robe around your body. The sex...well, it's great. It's always been great, but sex feels like a band-aid for the disconnect. Nestor comes inside you and then goes off to work while you wait for him to come home and do it again. There is very little conversation...or apologizing.

You hear the shower turn on and let out a breath. A grumbling in your stomach reminds you that you should probably eat something. You slip on a pair of shorts and are digging through the fridge to find ingredients when you hear a rustling outside. Your insides freeze, and you lift your head to look outside your kitchen window. Nothing. You take a breath and shake your head, going back to your search when you hear it again.

“What the fuck?” You mutter under your breath. Taking no chances this time, you scurry back to your bedroom and bang on the bathroom door. “Nestor!!”

The panic in your voice damn near makes him panic. He quickly rinses the suds off his body and turns the water off. He wraps a towel around himself and unlocks the door.

“What’s wrong, mi amor?” He gives you a once over, noticing the way your chest is heaving up and down in a panic. You slip into the bathroom with him, and shut the door making Nestor’s brows furrow.

“I heard something outside.” You rush out, hushed.

“What was it? Like a person?” He asks, leaning over to open the door to go check.

“No, no, no. Don’t go out there.” You say quickly, grabbing his hand before he can turn the doorknob.

His gaze softens and he raises his eyebrows. “Mi dulce, you know I’m not the type to sit here and wait it out.”

You shake your head, swallowing hard. “I just don’t want them to find us again.”

Nestor grabs your wrist and pulls you into his chest. He’s still wet from his shower but you don’t mind. He holds you there for a second and you feel him press a kiss to your head. He knows you’ve been stressed since the incident. He’s watched as you glance around, rushing to the door of your home. He’s seen the panic on your face when you can’t find him at work events. Your newfound hyper-vigilance has not gone unnoticed by him.

“Mi amor, no podemos vivir nuestras vidas con miedo de algo que puede suceder o no.” Nestor says, taking your face into his hands. “I protected you then, and I’ll protect you now. Always.”

A shaky breath escapes past your lips and your eyes dance between his in uncertainty. You open your mouth to reply but his lips come down to your own for a few seconds.

“I’ll get dressed and take a look around. Give me five minutes.” He mumbles against your lips and then disappears before you can protest.

Ten minutes later, you are pacing around your living room, biting at your nails. The fear of not knowing if something actually was out there is starting to get the better of you when Nestor slips back inside. He slips his shoes off at the door and then meets your worried gaze.

His gaze meets your and he gives you a small smile. “The coast is clear, mi dulce.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and take a seat on the couch. Nestor’s eyebrows furrow as he watches your head fall into your hands. He crosses the floor and kneels down in front of you, his hands coming up to hold yours.

“I would never let anything happen to you. You know that, don’t you?” Nestor questions, his eyes searching yours.

You want to reassure him. Tell him that you’re sleeping well and that you know he would never let anything happen to you. But the look in his eyes when those guys threw you into that van haunts you. He was helpless. And you were helpless. And there was absolutely nothing that he could do to maintain your safety. Especially after they separated the two of you.

Your mouth opens to whisper the lie to him, to tell him that you have faith in him but the words die on your tongue and his face twists in confusion.

“Hey,” Nestor breathes out, moving to sit next to you on the couch. You turn your body to face him, your hands falling to tug on your fingers. “What’s happening in that head of yours?”

You look up at him, your hands gripping onto each other to stop the shaking. “Something already did happen. And we couldn’t do anything.”

Nestor shakes his head. “You are safe now. You were always going to be okay. I would have never let them actually hurt you.”

“They did hurt me.” You whisper, looking away from him. “They did. And you weren’t there. You were in the van. And it’s not your fault and I’m not blaming you because you are just a human being. But I’m afraid, Nestor. All the time.”

Nestor’s heart shatters in his chest. You’ve been together for years, and no it’s not always been the perfect relationship but the love he has for you is deep and unrelenting. Never did he think that fear would be the thing you felt while with him.

He takes your hands gently into his, pressing a kiss to each of them and then meeting your gaze. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I couldn’t protect you then. I tried.”

You shake your head and it’s your turn to take his face into your hands. “No, no, no. You did everything you could and I know that. And I love you for it. And I feel the most safe when I’m here with you. That’s not at all what I’m saying.”

His eyebrows are furrowed and he shakes his head. “What else can I do to make you feel safe? More boxing training? Do we need to find a new house?”

The desperateness in Nestor’s voice breaks your heart and you shrug, “Those might help. We can try them.”

He nods at you, his hands grabbing at you and pulling you onto his lap. His arms wrap around your waist and he holds you close to him. The two of you sit like this for a while. Probably too long, but despite your anxiety, you really do feel safest in his arms.

“Do you want to talk about how they hurt you?” Nestor mumbles against your chest after a while. You lean back so you can meet his gaze. His dark eyes are somehow even darker and you lean down to catch his lips with your own.

“Yes. But I don’t want the details to hurt you.” You mumble, using your hands to smooth over his hair.

He shakes his head, “Don’t worry about me, mi amor. I want to know.”

So you do. You sit in his lap and tell him everything. The pain, the fear, the shooting. Their greedy hands grabbing at you and making innuendos toward further abuse. The way they kept laughing that Nestor couldn’t help you. By the time you’ve told him everything, you can feel Nestor’s anger buzzing under his skin.

His arms tighten around your waist and he buries his face in your chest. "I should've ripped them limb from limb."

You let out a quiet chuckle and press a kiss to the top of his hair. "And I know you would have if you had known."

Nestor leans his head back against the couch, deep in thought. You trace a finger along his jawline and wait for him to gather his thoughts. Several minutes later, he meets your gaze and you don't recognize the look on his face.

"Do you remember that apartment you lived in when we first met?" He asks, one of his hands coming up to smooth down your hair. You nod, silently wondering where he's going with this.

"I remember the first time you invited me over." He starts, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair. "I was so nervous. Worried that this life wasn't going to be what you wanted, and absolutely positive that it wasn't what you deserved. I walked into that apartment and it was in one of the shittiest neighborhoods in Santo Padre and somehow, you had made it nice. The walls painted a green color and plants everywhere. You were wearing these baggy pants with a white shirt and denim button-up thing, and you offered me lemonade." Nestor lets out a laugh at the memory, as if it's the most absurd thing he's ever heard. "No one has ever looked at me and thought to offer me lemonade."

You smile, "I just didn't want you to be thirsty."

Nestor's eyes lighten up as he laughs. "You're the most effortlessly thoughtful person that I know." His face grows serious and then he closes his eyes. "I know that this past year has not been easy. And I know that I have driven you to some dark places in your mind and I can never apologize enough."

You wait for him to finish, your fingers running up and down his arm in an attempt to comfort him as he speaks.

"I can't promise you that people like those pieces of shit won't hurt you again, mi amor. I wish I could. I can promise you that I will die trying to stop them." He says seriously, his eyes locked onto yours. "And if you want to leave and get out of this shit, I won't stop you. Hell, after the year we've had I wouldn't blame you."

Your face crumples at his suggestion. You shake your head at him, leaning down to press a kiss to his mouth. Nestor's hands find your waist and squeeze as you deepen the kiss. Your hands tangle into his hair and tug as you resituate yourself on his lap. Nestor lets out a deep groan, and you feel him pressing against you.

You grind down onto him, his lips trailing down your neck, suckling onto the skin there. You're breathless by the time his lips find yours again and he lifts your legs, laying your back down gently on the couch. Your robe falls open and he quickly undoes the tie, his dark eyes trailing over you.

You shrug off the robe and toss it onto the floor, reaching down to remove Nestor's shirt and then his shorts. His lips find yours again and his hand trails up your leg. He revels in the sound you make when his fingers brush over your sex. He removes his lips from yours and trails them down your body. He lines his mouth up to your sex and licks a long stripe up, his tongue focusing on your clit. Your hands find his hair again and you let out a moan. His lips wrap around your clit and he inserts a finger into you. Then another.

"Oh my fuck." You curse, your back arching at his assault. Nestor continues for several minutes, adding another finger which causes you to cry out. The familiar pleasure builds in your lower abdomen and you moan out his name as the pressure snaps.

His fingers fuck you through your orgasm and then he comes up, kissing you and allowing you to taste yourself on him. You groan, gripping onto his back. You can feel him pressing into your leg and spread your legs further to accommodate him.

"Hmmm, always so thoughtful." He mutters against your lips. You grin and urge him forward. "What is it? What do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me." You mumble, tugging lightly on his hair. He growls, and teases his tip at your entrance. One of his hands come up to rest against your throat. He meets your gaze and tightens his grip as he sheathes himself inside you.

"Oh fuck, Nestor." You moan out, your back arching against him. He lifts his hip and thrusts back into you. Hard. The sound that comes from his throat damn near makes you come right then and there.

Nestor sets a quicker pace than usual, never letting up pressure on your throat in a positively delicious way. His eyes stay locked on yours, silently checking in on you as he watches your mouth drop open in pleasure.

"Fuck mi amor, you look so fucking good like this." He grumbles, his mouth coming to make its assault on your ear.

You let out a moan and reach a hand down to your clit. The familiar twinge of pleasure begins to build again and you let out a louder moan.

"That's it, mi dulce. Go ahead and fucking come for me." He coaxes, his hand tightening some on your throat. Your orgasm washes over you in waves and Nestor fucks you through all of them before reaching his high as well.

He pulls out of you slowly, immediately removing his hand from your throat. His eyes meet yours and he presses a kiss to your lips, grinning at the fucked-out look on your face. He settles himself between your legs and rests his head on your bare chest.

Several minutes pass before anyone speaks, but oddly enough, Nestor is the first to break the silence. "I don't want you to think that I'm complaining but you didn't answer my question."

You let out a giggle and shake your head, "There's no one else in the world I want to have near-death experiences with. Let's just maybe get a camera on the front door or something."

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proceduralpassion · 1 year

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Jax Teller - cart, gravel, fish

Me giving Jackie boy a hard time because why not? 😭

"I don't eat fish, I'm vegetarian."

"Well, what about that diner on 6th? We can get breakfast burritos?"

"Hal's? Their service is terrible."

Jax dipped his head down in mock disappointment. He spotted you outside the store, wheeling your cart out and immediately skirted against the uneven gravel on his Dyna.

"You're always gonna bust my balls, huh?"

"Maybe next time, you'll think twice about calling me for a booty call at 2 am."

"I was drunk!"

He had apologized and you had already forgiven him, but that didn't mean you weren't going to make him work for a date.

Send in drabbles for the sleepover!

#sons of anarchy #jax teller #400 drabble event

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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Number 10 with Jax please!!!!

Here you go, love!

EDIT - My stupid, slow arsed PC decided to freeze mid-way through writing this, and then posted it!! I had to come back and finish!

Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

It's those long, deep, hard thrusts, with only the slightest hint of speed behind them, delivered to your drenched core, that have you keening for more. With Jax, cock greed is real. The way he gives it, you crave it, the satiation of being pounded, but like this, oh, it's good. So good.

“Does that feel good? It’d be a shame if I suddenly stopped.”

"Don't you dare, Teller," you hiss, nails gripping his shoulders.

He hums a chuckle, fingers skimming over your neck. “Depends why I’m stopping though, don’t it?” Pulling himself from you, he parts your thighs, burying his face against the mess of your sex, tongue wild against your clit, your hands tangling in his long, blonde hair.

“Okay,” you breathe, his tongue chasing cool fire through your entire body. “If it’s that, then I don’t mind so much.”

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medusanova · 1 year

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Rivusa + Otherworld motorcycle club AU

The hum of her bike's engine rumbled through the splatter of rain as Musa raced it into the clearing and toward the meeting spot.

She was late. Which was unacceptable if she wanted to keep up the ruse. To maintain her cover.

She couldn't afford to let anything become an obstacle between her and her plan. Well, Dowling's plan — the Winx Club's plan. Though, with apprehension, exhaustion, and guilt seeping into her skin — more deeply than any of the raindrops that soaked her ever could — she wasn't sure the Club's goal was her goal anymore.

Musa secured her bike by the tree, took off her helmet, and approached the small clearing, completely empty save for a lone silhouette and the scatter of creatures into the woodlands. She looked around to see if she could find anyone else. Why was she called here? Where was everyone else?

He looked like he always did. Leather jacket framing his broad shoulders as he leaned against his bike and smoked a cigarette he swore he wasn’t addicted to. A faraway expression appeared and disappeared in tandem with the flame of his lighter, which flicked on and off with impatience. Something that irritated her to no end.

Well, at first.

Now, she knew the whereabouts of his lighter was often a reflection of his mood. Calm or content when he rolled it absentmindedly in his hands. Bored or tired when he spun it around on a table. Satisfied, ready for round two when it was forgotten in the pocket of his cut.

Tense or uneasy when his thumb ignited the flame over and over again.

The flicker of that lighter — a warm glow against the cold, rainy evening — was the first tickle of awareness she felt brush against the back of her neck like a feather.

“Sorry I’m late,” Musa said, tucking her hands into the pockets of her jacket, wrapping her hand around the device within.

Riven turned, shooting her his signature flirty grin, though there was something odd in his expression as he extended an arm for a hug. Something he didn’t do to anyone else. Something that used to feel like an eternity to suffer through.

Something that now felt like a fleeting second to indulge in.

“’s fine, love,” he murmured into the top of her head. “Hasn’t been long.”

She pulled away, trying to distance herself from the way he felt like strength and safety. The way he smelled like leather and warmth.

“So? What’s the mission? And where is everyone?” The grip of her hand tightened in her pocket.

“They’ve already been briefed,” he shrugged. “It’s Agents from Eraklyon. Silva received some intel that they’re heading here and it’s on all of us to take them out,” he explained, dropping the butt of his cigarette to the ground after a final inhale.

Shit.

That could stir some trouble for both of them, feud or not. Though, she wasn’t sure she even believed in the Winx-Red Fountain feud anymore. Infiltrating Red Fountain MC and taking them out? Their rival gang? A specialist gang, no less.

Now that she understood them, knew them, she was sure this was the most foolish thing Dowling could’ve come up with. There was no way her small and unseasoned resistance could ever dream of competing with one of the oldest motorcycle clubs in the Otherworld, let alone take them down and offer them up to Eraklyon on a silver platter.

“These are the people who killed your old leader, right? Andreas?” she clarified. It wouldn’t help if he suspected she’d studied everything about the MC since before she’d shown up as the wide-eyed, naive recruit ready to earn her patch.

So far, the infiltrating part of her mission had been surprisingly easy. Though she hadn’t met their leader, Silva, yet, she was getting close. It was next on her— Dowling’s list.

Musa had never had any hopes or goals of her own. Not as far back as she could remember. Even when the Winx had brought her in and taken her under their wings as a teen, she’d done what they’d asked of her. Every tortured mind, every broken body, every building that went up in flames - all because they’d told her to.

He nodded, looking down at his boots buried in the rain-soaked grass. “Yeah, so naturally, Silva wants them taken care of.”

It didn’t escape her notice that he hadn’t looked at her since she arrived. That he looked like he’d rather have the eyes of the wolf patch on his back face her than his own. Which was strange since it was Musa who’d struggled to look him in the eye from the beginning — even during their most intimate moments — in fear her growing affection would inadvertently reveal every detail of her deception.

The feather-like brush on the back of her neck turned into an insistent tingle. “Wait, what did you mean, ‘all of us’?” she insisted,

"You’re trying to get patched in, yeah? Join Red Fountain and prove yourself to Silva? Isn’t that what you want, Musa?”

He looked at her intently, like he was waiting for a her to say something specific in response. A hot and cold sensation sluiced down her spine. No one had ever asked her what she wanted. She was always the good little fairy, trying to keep everyone else happy so they’d want to keep her around. Give her a place to come back to.

Afraid she’d say the wrong thing, she nodded, flipping the recorder off to cross her arms over her chest.

Sensing her disquiet, Riven approached her, brushing strands of her hair away from her eyes. A familiar gesture that instantly relaxed the shoulders she didn’t realize were tensed. “Then you’re coming with. Tomorrow at sundown. You, me, Sky, and Silva,” he reassured. He was finally gave her his eyes.

And seeing them, seeing the hue of jade she knew so well, made the warmth that Musa always felt from being near him become a flame, sheltering her from the cold rain around them.

Without thinking twice, without caring she was doing something that wasn’t in the best interest of her mission, she wrapped her hands around his jacket collar, leaned up on her toes, and kissed him.

It was a dance they’d performed dozens of times in the safety of his room. Locked together in their own world. His arms banded around her back or her arse, her fingers tracing along his pulse or his stubbled cheeks. Lips tracing over any new skin they exposed.

He groaned when she sank her teeth into his lower lip to taste the rain and smoke. Turned her to lean against his bike. Laced his fingers through hers, pinning them to the seat behind her while he stamped hot kisses into her neck.

Knowing she’d leave her hands where he wanted them, he brought her closer, palming the softness of her breasts, contouring the outline of her waist, as he lifted his head and consumed her mouth and her breathless sighs with his own.

It was only when she felt a foreign grip on her hands, and a piercing pain in her wrists that she knew something was wrong.

Crying out in pain as the life of her magic slowly bled out of her, she found herself ripped away from Riven and hauled into a tall figure. Struggling against whoever was holding her and whatever cuffed her wrists, she looked to him for help, terror and panic in her eyes.

Only.. he just stood there. Razor-sharp shards slashing through his vicious gaze as he slowly lifted his hand and revealed the recorder she’d had in her jacket pocket.

“Careful, Pixie,” he tutted. “Would hate to knock you out, but Sky won’t hesitate if I ask him.”

“Riven,” she gasped, hating the pleading, the hypocritical betrayal that soaked into her voice as she felt the person behind her tie her hands, then her ankles together.

All the while, Riven’s voice, brimming with an anger she’d never heard before, spoke. “You know, it took me a while to realize who you were. Why you’d suddenly appeared. Why you were so bloody willing to join us.”

A flick of his hand sent away whoever was behind her. He took her back into his arms, a cruel replica of the position they’d been in only minutes before. Only now, she was bound and betrayed and caught.

“Why you pretended to like me. To tolerate me. Why you were so eager to get on your knees for me,” he growled and a hint of... hurt teased the edge of his voice.

“That’s not what-” she tried to cut in, tried to tell him it had started that way, but that he changed it, threw into question all her loyalties just by being who he was — but he spoke right over her.

“Shut up,” he snapped. “I trusted you. The boys trusted you. And you and your bloody resistance were going to sell us out to the highest bidder.”

Tightening his hands around her and he leaned his face close, eyelids lowering when she gasped against him.

“The thing is, love, unlike you, I was never lying,” he asserted. “You could’ve been patched in. Could’ve met Silva. Could’ve become one of us. Even now, you still get to come with us on this mission.”

“What- what are you talking about?” she demanded.

He stepped back, dropping the recorder and crushing it under his boot, before grabbed her, abruptly threw her over his shoulder and started walking.

“Gotta keep up, love,” he patted the back of her thigh. “We’re going to see those Eraklyon agents, of course. I’m sure they’ll love to take one of Dowling’s fairies into their care.”

“Riven, wait please, you can’t-” Musa struggled desperately against his hold. Her shackles’ hold.

“Oh I can. And I will. Hope the memory of our last fuck stays fresh in that sharp mind of yours, Pixie. Something tells me you’re going to need it where you’re going.” The biting rage in his voice contrasted with the secure, almost comforting caress of his hand on her thigh.

The flame of his lighter illuminating the pain in his eyes was the last thing she saw before something was placed over her head, leaving her to drown in the darkness of despair, betrayal… and the consuming remorse of never seeing that affectionate gaze again.

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dallianceangel · 24 days

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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 🐱👅💦

Here’s another random drabble for you, I hope you enjoy 😜

🫦 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🫦

“I’ve missed this.”

“You don’t say,” you chuckle loudly, currently bent over the pool table while Bishop slams in and out of you from behind. “We’ve only been apart for a day.”

Bishop laughs in your ear. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

A moan escapes your lips as he increases the pace, his thumb now circling your swollen clit. “It’s not, Obispo, but you could have at least said hello first.”

Sliding out of you, he turns you around, smiling at you before burying his head between your legs and spelling out Hello with his skilled tongue.

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rebelwrites · 3 months

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Hi good day I hope.... kiss cuddle moive for our boy jax teller please and thank you

Enjoy ❤️

Jax had made out that he was going to be working late tonight so you had planned to order a takeout and put on cheesy rom coms. So the fact your hallway was covered in rose petals and battery operated candles, caused tears to form in your eyes.

Jax appeared in the doorway of the kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweat pants and a tea towel hanging over his shoulder.

“Dinner will be ready soon Darlin’, go get into your comfies,” he grinned, blowing you a kiss. “Then we can cuddle and watch a movie after dinner.”

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bullet-prooflove · 10 months

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I just heard you found the one you've been looking for

Chibs sighs before he turns around to face Althea, his lips pursed together grimly as he surveys her. She's standing before him with her hands on her hips alongside her car, while he's working on his bike on the carpark of Teller Morrow.

"I don't think that's any of your business." He says harshly as he wipes the oil from his hands with a rag.

"I could make it my business." She shrugs. "Look her up, see if there's anything that stands out that I ought to take a look at."

Theres a moment where his heart jolts just a little in his chest, because his mind strays back to your ex husband. His blood soaked into the carpet, the gun resting alongside the marble ashtray you'd put your cigarette out in during the aftermath.

"What is it you want?" He asks her as he tosses the rag into the bin alongside of him. Her palms come to rest upon his shirt, her fingertips creeping up along this chest.

"I want, what I always want." She tells him. "You underneath me."

His hands come to rest upon hers before he grabs them tightly, squeezing until Althea hisses her teeth.

"Ain't gonna happen." He tells her firmly before shoving her away.

She reels back a step or two before reaching for the cuffs on her belt.

"You just assaulted me." She says, gesturing for him to turn around.

"You've got to be kidding me." He mutters as she grabs his arm and turns him away from her, her hand fastening on his arm as she secures the cuff to his wrist.

He sees Tig step out of the garage, his muscles tensing and he shakes his head, because the last thing this situation needs is to add more fuel to the fire.

"The thing is Filip." Althea states as she binds his wrists behind his back. " I always get what I want, regardless of other people."

"What are you gonna do?" He mutters, as she leads him to the patrol car. "Take me out to the woods and shoot me?"

"Me and you are going to spend a little alone time together." She tells him as her hand gripping his collar. "You'll see just how persuasive I can be."

There's something about the way she says it, the purr in her voice that makes him realise he's miscalculated her intentions. He digs his heels in, his eyes blazing as he twists his head towards her.

"If you try to force me, it'll be the last thing you ever do." He tells her.

Althea smiles. There's a cruelty in it, one he recognises from their worst nights, the one that ended in bruises and depravity.

"We'll see."

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band--psycho · 1 year

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Jax Teller x Reader-A Blast From The Past

Requested by @thaliastregona with the prompt angsty valentines day!

Check out the stories so far

It was so hard to stop this drabble at 500 words!

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

Worry washed over Y/n as she sat alone in the busy restaurant. Y/b/f was never late, to anything. He was usually the opposite; which worked because so was she.

In the few months they’d been together it had become a sort of competition to see how early they could get to places.

At first Y/n thought she was just earlier than him, but it was now thirty minutes since their booking and still there was no sign of him, no call, no text, nothing, even though she’d called him twice.

She was just about to leave when she saw the waitress who seated her, walking towards the table. But when she noticed who was behind her, she wished she had left.

Because it wasn’t Y/b/n who was walking behind the waitress, it was Jax Teller.

Jackson fucking Teller.

In a suit….

“Sorry I’m late, darlin’,” he said, leaning over to place a quick kiss on Y/n's cheek, before sitting down in the chair opposite her.

Y/n was seething.

If looks could kill, Jax would be dead right there.

Why was he here?

How did he know she was here?

“What the fuck are you doing here?” She hissed, the venom evident in her voice.

“I didn’t want you to be alone on Valentine’s Day,” he answered back, picking up a menu.

“I’m not alone my date should be arriving any minute now,”

Y/n stated, hoping that her words might somehow scare Jax off, but, of course it didn’t.

Instead, it made a smile form on his face.

A dark smile.

One that sent a chill down Y/ns spine.

“I don’t think he will be,”

It was at that moment, realization dawned on her.

He’d done something to Y/b/f and that’s why he wasn’t here tonight and Jax was.

“What’ve you done?”

“I haven’t done anything,” he said innocently, but Y/n knew he had done something to Y/b/f, even if he wasn’t the one who actually did it.

She’d known Jax from when she lived in Charming, when she was in her early twenties; they fell in love…or she thought they did, she certainly fell for him. Hard.

But he broke her heart; so she left Charming, and built a new life for herself.

She moved on.

Now here he was, sitting in front of her, looking at her, like they’d never broken up. Like he wasn’t the reason why they broke up, five years ago today.

“What do you want?”

“You,”

Y/n hated how her heart skipped a beat at his answer. It shouldn’t have.

She was with Y/b/f, she was happy with him, she truly liked him and could see herself falling in love with him.

But Jax…he had this hold on Y/n; maybe it was because he was her first proper love…but as much as her mind was screaming at her to leave, for some reason she just couldn’t.

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