#priest!jax teller

[georgiapeach30513]

Down On My Knees, Part 3

Summary: One. Two. THREE.

Pairings: Jax Teller X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  dark, explicit language, explicit sexual content, mentions of punishing oneself, degrading language, violence, death, sex in a chuch, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3K

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Jax sits abruptly in bed, scratching his neck, and stretching the twinge of pain in muscles. The night was a living hell. Your scent lingered all in his bed. Your sounds haunted him. He can still taste the kiss of your mouth. It’s like you wanted to inflate every part of his mind and body with you.

He takes a deep breath as he massages the crick in his neck. You felt too good. Your body is sin incarnate. You are a demon to him, and he can’t stop. There isn’t a stopping point now. He has begged with every fiber of his muscles for this ache to have you to stop, and still it continues. It continues to seep into his soul, and he’s gone too far now. He’s tasted and had you.

He grabs a cigarette, and lights it quickly. Staring out into the alleyway at the brick of his nightmares. The flashes of that night. Did he see it happen, and did nothing? Or worse. The compelling thoughts he has towards the swell of your belly. The soft curves that accompany the changes to you. All he wants to do is hold you, and your stomach.

Growing up poor, you don’t have many chances of what you can do. Continue to stay poor, or join the church. He remembers the feeling a woman’s flesh under his fingers. The way their bodies become pliable because of his movements. The soft begging sounds in their voice. He didn’t have to take, they gave freely. It couldn’t have been him in the alley. He was just a coward that didn’t stop a series of misfortunes. He’s a coward. Not a monster.

Jax clenches his eyes close when he hears the rustling of the paper. He prolongs a pull of his cigarette. Trying to avoid whatever devil message awaits him. He misbehaved last night, and his back normally paid for his sins. He would stripe the cords of muscles as he punished himself. But he would prefer your fingernails. He didn’t make his skin pay for his sins. It just didn’t feel right.

“You’re no saint. You’re no angel,” a gruff voice says at the door before loud booms of a man’s gait disappear down the hallway. He knew he wasn’t either of those. He filled your cunt with so much of his seed, he watched it drip down your legs as you hobbled to your room.

Today you were going to be examined by a doctor. Obviously to check and make sure that everything with the baby was growing correctly. He didn’t want the babe to be taken somewhere else, even if he knew it was for the better of yours and the child’s life. You wouldn’t have to live with the shame, and neither would your child. Jax runs a hand harshly down his face before turning towards the door.

He picks the paper up slowly. His eyes fill with rage as he reads the words. A fucking game. A sick, slow, tortuous game.

Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.

Proverbs 11:2

He crumbles the paper, and lets it fall to the floor. He’s either a madman or a man that will have his soul damned to hell for the things he’s done. And will continue to do. Popping his neck, he determines it’s time to get dressed. He’ll have to escort you to your appointment. He will be the only one with you from now on.

“Jax,” you whisper, and wish you could yell. His hand smooths over your stomach so gently. He dips his fingers low, grazing the digits over your exposed cunt. And his eyes have an eerie emptiness. As if the only thing that mattered were you, and the spawn growing in your belly. An obsession bubbling within him.

“Father Teller,” you speak softly, and those crystal blue eyes turn to look towards you, but his pupils block out most of their beautiful color. Seeming like he’s in a stupor. “Don’t touch me here, and I’ll let you cleanse me again. Right before the eyes of God,” clearing his throat, his pupils fade back to normal, and he yanks his hands away from you.

“You are a filthy little lamb,” you keep your eyes looking forward as he leans towards you. Putting his mouth right on your ear, “My little lamb,” your eyes flutter close with his emphasis of my. Jax flattens his tongue and llicks up your neck, and you purr. “You don’t even know what pleasure is. You don’t even know the ways that I can fuck that tight little cunt,” but he did. He is no angel. And he’s definitely no saint. But he can make you see heaven.

“I want to look at you this time,” his laughter is husky against your sensitive column, and slick pools to your core in the most humiliating way, “Jax, we can’t here.”

“What are they gonna do to me? A priest. They’ll think you’re the one tempting me. And you are. You are a siren, and I am weak to your calls. Look at you with your legs spread open for me. Growing our — your miracle,” a rumble vibrates his chest, and you look up at him. Peering up at him with the most innocent doe eyes, “Don’t be a tease,” he jerks away from your body, and the moment the door opens.

You clear your throat. Fiddling around, and avoiding the doctor’s eyes. He looks between you and Jax before settling himself in a chair. He has to know. Whatever this is between you and Jax is palatable, “Any bleeding?”

“No,” you answer shortly. Keeping your eyes on the ceiling. You don’t think. You don’t feel. You hate feeling invasive people around you, and this doctor wanted to know everything about your body. Growing up you always had someone poking and prodding you.

“Well, it seems your mother won’t have to marry you off. Such a disappointment,” gritting your teeth, your eyes roll closed as a single tear falls from your eyes. Like it was your choice. They were all the same. You’re sure this doctor is far from being an innocent man. Rumor has it he enjoyed his title, which is why Jax didn’t leave you. This doctor wouldn’t hesitate to pressure you into pleasuring him. Acting like he was the epitome of an upstanding citizen.

“That’s enough,” Jax answers, and starts pushing the doctor’s hands away from you. Between his harsh words, and him having his hands on you, Jax has had enough. “That’s enough! Get your fucking hands off her!” The doctor stands abruptly, pushing away from you, and Jax rushes to him. Towering over the sniveling doctor, and he presses his forearm against his neck.

Jax’s neck twists and pops at an awkward angle. Staring wildly at the doctor. He’d said the wrong thing. You lurch up on the table, pushing your dress down and begin cowering away from them as Jax bangs him up against the wall.

“Do you even know who you’re talking to? What is growing in her belly? Do you know who we are?”

“A bastard priest, and a bastard,” Jax slaps him across the face. “In her belly,” grabbing the doctor’s shoulders, he knees him hard in the gut. Letting his groaning body fall to the ground. “I’ll have you arrested, boy.”

“Jax!” You shout, covering your ears. He was going to be thrown under the jail. He was going to leave you, and then you were doubly shamed. His fists pound into the doctor with sickening thuds, “Stop it! Stop!!” Jax stands, panting. And brushing his hair back with bloody hands. He smirks down at the doctor before spitting on him.

”I want to go home now!”

“Does the slut even have a home? Or is she keeping your bed warm, Father Teller,” his laugh is gurgled in blood, and Jax kicks him while you jump off the table. “He will use you, princess.”

“Haven’t you heard?” You stand tall with your chin tilting upwards. “I’m already used up,” you click out of the office. Holding onto the dignity that you have remaining. He can talk about you like you’re nothing more than an object for greedy men. But you’re not. You’re so much more than that. You have a choice.

Jax remains, and he leans down to the doctor’s ear, “Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.”

His eyes go wide as he stares up at him. “No. No!” A revolting crunch stops his screaming instantly. Jax’s head quivers with intense rage before he screams at the limp man on the floor. Disgusting. Vile.

“It isn’t complete!” A nurse screams as she walks into the room. Horrified as she stares at the deceased man. “If you have a problem, you can contact The Society,” she shakes her head, running away from Jax. Jax knows that they will clean this up. They’ll make it all disappear. He didn’t care. But you would not be disrespected. You would not be made to feel less than when you are carrying a miracle.

You would change it all.

Jax runs his fingers through his hair. Slicking back each strand as he watches you cry and pray on your knees. So devout. And yet, you were cast aside like filth. Made to feel that you weren’t being used as a grand design. You were a goddess. Something that people seemed to forget. But he couldn’t forget it. He’s felt your power mingling with his own.

Now all they cared about is the babe in your belly. They didn’t even see you. You are only the vessel, and the couldn’t understand how important you were. Jax sees. But he also knows who you belong to. And it’s not them. Neither does the baby belong to them.

Taking a deep breath, you sit back into the pew. Your hand rubs over your stomach as you stare in awe at the altar. “I never put much thought into religion,” you gaze up at the paintings, sculptures, lights, all the grandeur of the church. Those judging eyes looking at you. Determining your eternal life, “But they’re wrong for casting me out. I didn’t ask for this.”

“You were to be married?” Wiping away your tears, you nod your head, “Did you love him?”

“I didn’t really know him. But I was to lay in the bed while he filled me with his seed, and I produced heirs for him,” you chuckle. What a life this was. You were expected to be the most pure thing, while also becoming a broodmare for the man with the most money. Men that bargained for your virtue like some prize pig.

“I wasn’t anything to my family. Useless really. I can’t carry on their name. I can’t rule over their kingdom. I can’t do anything but incubate a child for a man. And then when the worst thing someone could imagine happens, I became impure. Carrying my shame right under my heart.”

“Do you love the baby?”

You shrug. There is judgment all around you. But what judgment did your family face for throwing you and their grandchild away? “I don’t know. I feel this odd detachment sometimes. But I don’t hate him. Or her,” you chuckle as you rub your hands up and down the baby’s home. Such a small human changed so much. “How many lashes did you give your back for what we did?”

Jax slowly stands up. He turns towards the aisle, and walks right up to the altar. He doesn’t bother with any rituals. He surpassed that when he had you. He doesn’t serve a god. He’s become one. He undoes the buttons of his shirt. Letting it fall on the floor. The shirt is heavy with grief, but Jax is now free. Free from all the humanly bonds that kept him contained.

His eyes flutter closed when your fingers start caressing his scars. Your precious unblemished skin skims over his gnarly back, and you whimper, “None are fresh,” you whisper. His scars look more like the cut wings of a fallen angel. “You’re not sorry for having me in that way?”

“No,” his voice is animalistic. Nostrils flaring as the sanctuary’s candles flare to life. “And I’m going to have you again,” you yip as he pulls you in front of him. His hands coax you to lay flat, and he stalks around your body. Looking around at all the eyes that have judged both of you so harshly.

“She. Is. Mine!” His arms spread out wide. Pacing around. Making eye contact with every saint. “And you can’t do anything about it,” a roll of thunder vibrates through the building, and you inch your dress higher. If sinning was so bad, why did it feel so good? You’d go to the pits of hell if it meant keeping Jax.

“You can’t touch me now! I did this. I did it for all of you!” He rips open his slacks, and steps in between your legs. “I’m going to have you properly this time,” leaning forward, he rips open your dress. Giving you nothing to hide your transgressions. Your sins on display for all the marble eyes in the church. And when you’re bare before him, his hand flattens on your tummy, “And he’s mine, too.”

Kicking his boots aside, he yanks down his pants, revealing his own sins to you. Marks of which you’ve never seen inked on his skin. Runes decorate so much of his body, and you are curious as to what they mean.

“You’re mine,” you nod. Gulping as he kneels to the floor. His cock glistening in the diffused light. Yours. All yours. He could ravish you, and you’d thank him over and over again. You actually study his member for the first time. Desiring to kiss upon the head while you look up at Jax. You had him inside of you. “Growing inside of you” he nods as he settles himself lower.

“Do you hate me?” You shake your head no as he crashes into you. Setting your body on fire as you arch into his embrace. He spreads your cunt so wide that it stings. And you deliciously take every veiny inch of his steel rod, “You could never hate me. I saved you. I saved us!”

You didn’t understand. It feels as if it’s a fever having him like this. The flashes from that night confuse your mind, and you push them away. Replacing them with something completely different. Hand held out for you. Asking if you want to rid yourself from the pain of your family. Break the cycle of being a tool to further men.

“Can I save you?” Your eyes glaze over. Melding tonight with that moment. Was it Jax? Was it your choice? “Do you want your first time to be taken from you? Do you want to live to serve a man that doesn’t love you? I can save you.”

“Save me,” you beg. Jax’s thrusts become harsh as he smiles down at you. He snaps his hips into your body, while all the saints and sinners view everything. You hide nothing now. “Save me!” You screamed as the rain poured down. He covered your mouth, but nobody could hear your screaming. Nobody cared for you. Jax offered you a way out. You just didn’t realize. He was your saving grace. Your sanctuary when there was no other way out.

“Oh god,” your back is so arched that your head tilts backwards. “Oh. God!” This is unlike either time. This is cleansing. It’s heavenly. It’s taking you to a different plane of existence. Finally realizing the divine plan all along. He had you. He had all of you. It was always him. Always your choice. You have him just the way it was intended. The two of you doing what is natural. What your body craves, and is intended to do. The difference being, you want it. You want him. You want this depraved feeling with him.

“I am god. I’m your god. And I will serve you, princess. Mine,” blinding pleasure ripples through your body as Jax takes control. Repeating those four sentences over and over again. “My goddess. Nobody can touch us. They need us,” what God hath joined together, let no man put asunder.

Your pleasure-addled brain fuses the statues into hooded people. Circling around the sanctuary as they watch a heavenly bond between you and Jax. You made this choice. The choice was him. Sinfully it was him. You are free. Free of the life you were bred into.

“One.”

Your eyes close as your body reaches a new peak. A peak you have never been before. The journey wasn’t traditional, but you willfully and blindly followed Jax.

“Two.”

Stepping right to the ledge. You take a deep breath. Readying yourself for the plunge.

”Three!”

You dive into the murky waters as your body sets sail to new heights. And you come undone. Your velvety walls putting Jax in a chokehold. Screaming out, “Oh god,” as Jax’s warmth fills your body, and he pants down at you. Chest heaving as he kisses around the perimeter of your face. Holding himself inside your heat while you come to.

“Shh,” he whispers on your skin. “I won’t let anyone take you from me. Keep your eyes just on me. Just on me, Princess,” that title has never felt right. But it did now. You were his. His princess.

The cloaked man tilts his head as the final hooded figure comes out of the church, and right up to him. Giving him a single nod. “Four, five, six, seven,” he says with a smirk. Then the man cracks his neck as he gets into the carriage.

“She’s ready to meet me. Wonder how Father Teller will react to her attraction to me?” Opie turns and looks at the man. “I’m sure he’ll be green with envy.”

“Where to, Mr. Levinson?”

“Let’s stay close. I’m sure those two are going to be fucking all night long. I do enjoy watching,” with a crack of the whip, the carriage pulls off. “It’s almost done.”

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

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[jaxteller87]

Tangerine Dream

I was trying on the nightgown that arrived in the mail before the telltale sound of his footsteps reached our room. The pink, see-through one had been such a hit that I’d ordered black and red ones, along with an orange one.

“Hey there, my love,” he smiled as he entered our room, catching sight of the black and red nightgown and running his fingers over it.

“So, what have you been up to, darlin’?” he chuckled. He gave me the playful look I fell in love with back in high school.

I was wearing my big, fluffy robe overtop of the orange nightgown. With a dopey grin on my face, I clutched it closed as if I were some pervy streaker ready to flash the next person who walked by.

“What’s with the grin? Smilin’ like that, your face might crack,” he teased, sitting on the bed.

“So— since the pink nightgown was such a hit, I ordered two more – the black one you see here and an orange one,” I couldn’t contain my upcoming embarrassment and let out a round of schoolgirl giggling.

“Babe, clothes on or off, nightie on or off, you look beautiful to me,” he took my hand in his, so I quickly grabbed the center of my robe with my other hand to make sure I kept the nightgown I was wearing a secret for a few more seconds.

“What are you hiding in there?” Jax joked, making a move to open my robe, but missing.

“Well, you liked the pink one, we know that. And you can’t go wrong with black, right; black goes with everything— sexy and sleek. But the uh— the other one, the orange nightgown…” I bit my bottom lip and prepared myself for the big reveal.

“Alright, all this build-up, now I have to see it,” he sat back against the headboard like he was waiting in the movie theatre for the film to start. “I can do a drum roll; do you want me to do a drum roll?” he started tapping his pointer fingers on his leg.

“Oh God,” I rolled my eyes, “And I thought I was the cringey one here. Anyway, here it goes!” I flung open my robe like a stripper on payday. “Ta-Da!”

The room fell silent. Jax stared at me with distant eyes. His smile was half on, kind of like a mannequin. I raised my eyebrows, waiting for homie to say something— anything. Finally, after an uncomfortable pause, he nodded and then burst out laughing.

“Ah, there it is,” I said.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Jax hastily covered his mouth.

“It’s fine, babe,” I could feel myself blushing at the embarrassment.

“No, I’m sorry, you’re beautiful,” he managed to say through his laughter as the robe slid off.

“It’s okay; I’ve been laughing for the past several minutes. I look like a carrot,” I held my arms out.

“Or a pumpkin,” he chuckled, pulling me into his lap. “Do you want to be the jack-o-lantern, and I’ll be the candle?”

I reared my head back and looked in his eyes, “That was stupid, Teller.”

“Yeah, not my best, was it?” 

“No, not really,” I kissed his forehead.

“Well, then, let me try again, my little Tangerine Dream,” he flexed his eyebrows at me.

“Okay, that one was cheesy but a little better,” I snuggled up to him.

“Why aren’t you a tall drink of…” Jax paused and did the eyebrow thing again, “…orange juice.”

“And just like that, you’re back to stupid again,” I ran my fingers through his beard with my head on his chest. “I’ll give you Tangerine Dream; that one is nice. Maybe I’ll use it as my stripper name if you ever die doing biker stuff.”

“Stripper?” He looked at me like a mother who had just found a porno magazine under her son’s bed. “Why on earth would you be stripping?”

“What,” I said snarkily, “you don’t think I can?”

“Don’t think you can what? Take your clothes off? Of course, I think you can do that; who can’t? That’s not what I mean—”

“Chillax, Action Jackson, it’s a hypothetical— like if something ever happens to you and I have to make ends meet. I figured I could get a job with Luann or something at CaraCara.”

He just stared at me, as shocked as a priest hearing the most scandalous confession ever. “Girl, you best be kidding, or—”

“Jesus Christ,” I twisted his nipple, “Of course, I’m joking! But I do have a question. Why did all the comparisons you made of me in this nightgown circle around food: pumpkin, tangerine, orange juice?”

“Why? You look good enough to eat,” he smirked, nuzzling my neck.

“And your boobs look perfect, too” he grabbed a handful of one of them, giving it a firm squeeze.

“So, you like it, then?” I asked curiously.

“Hell yeah, I like it.”

“Well, you spoil me daily, so I have to return the favor,” I started sucking on his neck a little.

“Fair enough,” I felt him relax his muscles.

“Oh yeah,” I pushed myself slightly off his chest, “so I was going to cook us a nice dinner, put on a sexy nightgown for you in case you just wanted to snuggle and take a chill night. You sounded like you had a rough day when we were on the phone earlier— but I started trying these all on and lost track of time and well— I didn’t get dinner in the oven.”

“That’s fine. I say we skip dinner and go right for dessert?” he suggested. He gently pushed me to the side and stood up to remove the rest of his clothes. 

“You wanna have a little fun?” I asked curiously before he kissed me, getting back on the bed. We moved together in a slow, sensual dance.

“Oh, big papa,” I bit into his neck.

“There’s my Tangerine Dream,” he purred, moving a little harder. He moaned when my hands reached his butt, giving it a good smack. I was really turned on, but I wanted to laugh at the Tangerine Dream comment in the middle of foreplay— but I kept it together.

A little while later, we were in bed, finishing up dinner. Jax had brought home Chinese food. We were cuddled up in each other’s arms. I reached up and gently scratched his beard as he smiled.

“Thank you, my love. This has been wonderful,” he said, kissing my forehead.

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You Look Perfect 4

Title: You Look Perfect 4

Requested? No.

Plot: You get married to the love of your life, with all the people you love present, finally feeling happy again. You’re a fucking Teller now.

Word count: 1232

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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You were once again staring at your reflection in the mirror, but this time you were more than excited to be doing this. You made sure Jax didn't see you before you left to walk the isle and you had one of your cousins make sure that the traditional wedding march would be playing as you walk down. You didn't expect Jax to prepare a huge ceremony when he was ready to propose to you. You weren't expecting a room filled with flowers or a cute scavenger hunt by clues towards the ring. Because you knew that wasn't Jax, it wasn't the kind of person he is. Sure, he has romantic moments, but you didn't even need an over the top proposal. You were happy with just getting married to the man you love. It did take you by surprise a bit that he actually wants to get married in the place where you were supposed to be marrying another man, but you figured it was his way of triumphing over your almost husband, managing to marry you in the same place he failed. You felt your hand shaking, as your nerves kicked in. You were more than sure that you were gonna marry Jax and that he was the only man for you, and the jitters you were feeling was overwhelming excitement to finally become Mrs Teller.

Saying your name combined with Jax’s last name over and over in your head made you smile wider than you ever have, and the only thing that brought you down to earth was Gemma and your mother entering the room whenre you were, to make sure you were ready, and to help you with anything you needed. Gemma once again apologised to you, and you once again assured her that she didn’t have to apologise, because you understood how she felt and that you would feel the same for your children. If tomorrow Thomas, or Abel, or one of the children you get pregnant with in the future with Jax was in the same situation, you would have felt exactly the same, and even if the way she worded things did hurt you a bit, you were okay. Gemma never really was the one for saying sorry, so to hear her say it to you, not once but twice, signaled to you that she must really like you. You had to be the strongerst you’ve ever been not to start crying and ruin your makeup when your mother gave you a box with a hair clip that she wore when she got married to your father, and wanted you to wear it on your wedding day.

Even if they would be happy tears, today was a day for smiles and laughter, because you were gonna marry the love of your life. Soon your dad knocked on the door of the room, and informed you it was time. You took a deep breath, hugging your mother and your soon to be mother-in-law, and you were all out the door, the two women taking their places in the front rows of the venue. Some of the people that your almost husband invited had left the venue, seemingly only there because he invited them or payed them to be there, but you were pleasently surprised to see that some of them actually stayed, like his sister, who wanted to be back on good terms with you, and knew the whole truth from the beginning and even she didn’t agree with you marrying her brother if you didn’t love him and knowing him as well as she does, she knew he wasn’t being a great person to you.

Hearing the music playing, Jax smirked. Even though you were fully on board with the whole biker life, and never yearned for cliché things like happily ever afters, you had those moments where the part of you that was a helpless romantic popped out and you wanted to experience a kiss in the rain or having traditional wedding music play as you walked down the aisle, even though he was wearing jeans, a t-shirt and his kutte. But he knew you accepted him just the way he was and there was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. As the door of the venue opened, Jax looked up, and sucked in a sharp breath when he saw you. You were in a beautiful gown, sure, your ex fiancé was the one to buy it for you, but it was one of the reasons why Jax felt his ego being fed. He was gonna be the one to marry you in the venue where the other guy could not, he was the one to marry you in the dress the other guy could not.

He wanted to see you look like an angel, but in the end, it was Jax who was seeing you like this, and he was damn proud that out of all the men in the world, you chose him. You chose him to be yours and to be his. To be his wife and the mother of his children. The smile on your face as you looked at him was your most beautiful makeup to him and he couldn’t help but mirror it. As you reached him and your father hugged both of you, kissing your forehead, he moved to stand next to your mother as Jax took your hands in his, whispering how beautiful you looked, making your cheeks flush. Hearing Jax say “I do“ and then saying it yourslef felt magical. It felt like you were on cloud nine and you didn’t want to come down. Sure you knew that life was gonna throw a lot of things at you and you will never truly be away from danger, but you knew that you had each other and that you were gonna do your best to protect Jax and your babies as much as him.

“I’m a fucking Teller everyone! This is the happiest day of my life!“

You yelled out when the priest pronounced you husband and wife, making everyone in the venue laugh, followed by Jax grabbing your face in his hands gently, “he may now kiss his bride“, that sentence was music to his ears. Feeling his soft lips on yours had you melting into him and you never wanted it to end. He took off his kutte and placed it on your shoulders. You exchanged “I love you’s“ and one more kiss before gathering all of the guests and heading over to the clubhouse for a party to celebrate your wedding. You were ready to start your life with Jax, and not even the revenge that your almost husband thinks he can plan was gonna scare you away from this life, you were gonna fight against Jax’s side until the day you die. You were snuggled with your back against his chest, sitting in his lap, his strong arms around you, watching all the people you loved dance and have fun celebrating your marriage. You suddenly felt Jax kissing your neck, in just the right spots he knows would cause you to moan, and you knew what he wanted, so the two of you ended up sneaking off to his room, making love for the first time as husband and wife.

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God I love this man!!! <3 Charlie Hunnam will forever be my biggest crush <3

Finally I have part 4 out, after so long, I hope you like it, I just wanted to get this out, and one more fic that was roaming in my head for a while now before I go back to my inbox and requests :)

[ao3feed-lokiangst]

Little-diable's Kinktober 2021

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3A2ATBA

by littlediable

Welcome to this years Kinktober!

Words: 1280, Chapters: 1/20, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Twilight Series - Stephenie Meyer, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Peaky Blinders (TV), American Horror Story, Criminal Minds (US TV), The Walking Dead (TV), The Vampire Diaries (TV), Supernatural, Star Wars - All Media Types, Sons of Anarchy

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Tommy Shelby, Chris Evans (Actor), Tom Holland (Actor), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Loki (Marvel), Klaus Mikaelson, Michael Langdon, Jasper Hale, Carlisle Cullen, Kylo Ren, Din Djarin, Jax Teller, James "Bucky" Barnes, Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Tom Riddle, Negan (Walking Dead)

Relationships: Tommy Shelby/Reader, Chris Evans (Actor)/Reader, Dean Winchester/You, Sam Winchester/Reader, Loki (Marvel)/Reader, Klaus Mikaelson/Reader, Michael Langdon/Reader, Jasper Hale/You, Carlisle Cullen/You, Kylo Ren/Reader, Din Djarin/Reader, Jax Teller/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, Spencer Reid/Reader, Aaron Hotchner/Reader, Tom Holland (Actor)/Reader, Tom Riddle/Reader, Negan (Walking Dead)/You

Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Kinktober, Smut, Blindfolds, Power Exchange, Priest Kink, Praise Kink, Voyeurism, Daddy Kink, Double Penetration, Knifeplay, Demon Sex, Breeding, Somnophilia, Sensation Play, Spanking, Glory Hole, Sex Toys, Wax Play

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3A2ATBA

[georgiapeach30513]

Down On My Knees, Part 2

Summary: Time to be cleansed

Pairings: Jax Teller X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, sacrilegious, sin, mentions of dub con, mentions of self harm, depictions of mental break, unprotected sex, PIV sex, voyeurism, implied corruption in the church, sinister elements, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.8K

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Series Masterlist

You stare out the window of your room, watching as everyone disburses from the service. You’re far enough back from the window, so most won’t notice you. You’re hiding. Even your mother only gives the tiniest glance behind her back. You swear you could see her smirking. Bitch. May she rot in hell.

You hoped that all the saints and angels cast their fiery gaze at her. They never do. It had been weeks of this misery. Five months since that night. Jax was an odd one. He was either getting too close to you, or running away from you. You’d never felt more alone. Running your hand down your bump, you look at your stomach. Not entirely alone anymore.

“Princess,” he is the only one that continues to call you that. He was odd, but that name was such a comfort. You turn to the side, looking at him as your hand runs over the swell of your stomach. “The baby is getting bigger.”

“Isn’t that what happens,” you answer, spinning fully around to walk to him. “What is my personal lesson today?”

“How to clean,” your face falls flat as you look at him. He had to be joking, but he wasn’t. “I need to set something up for,” Jax hated saying his name. Hated the way that his stomach bubbled and rolled just thinking about him coming here to see you. Had even told Jax that the bastard had to go.

“Oh. Him,” you could tell his presence sickened Jax, and you weren’t entirely sure. You were told he was interested. And didn’t care that you or your name was sullied.. “What are we setting up?”

“He wants to have a prayer with you. He’s asked that you set up a special altar,” Jax leads the way down the winding staircase, and you just listen. You aren’t even sure you wanted to leave the church. Well, once you could actually be seen out in public it might not be so bad. This place has become your home. Your own sanctuary. There was a safety in these walls.

“What kind of an altar?” You turn to look towards Jax, and when his icy cold eyes look at you, you have to look away quickly. Missing his grin as he watches you become uncomfortable.

“One to cleanse you. You are no longer pure. I — I’m sorry for being so blunt. He wants you to reclaim your innocence,” he stops in the sanctuary, turning to look at him. That is impossible. What is done, is done.

“I’m not sure I follow, Jax. I was used. I fought, and I failed. I carry my shame in my stomach, but he walks around freely,” Jax shrugs, tilting his head. “What is your worst sin?”

“I’d rather not say,” they never wanted to say. They acted like what happened to you was your fault. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and had no one there to save you. Men could hide their sins, while women carried the sins of man around in their stomach. “I can show you how I paid for them. Would you want to see,” you give him a single nod, and he starts removing his shirt.

Twisting your body around, you hate the pull of needing to see what Jax was hiding underneath his clothes. It was improper for a lady to see a man is such undress, but your curiosity gets the best of you. Peeking over your shoulder, you gasp as you view the striped scarring on his back. Healed red welts all across his skin. His pain is something you can feel in your own body. “Jax, these weren’t properly tended to.”

He grits his teeth as your dainty fingers rub over the scars. Whispering a silent prayer as you run your fingers over the marred skin. He was even more beautiful like this. Vulnerable. And sexy. “How long ago?”

“Five months,” he grabs his top, leaving the robes laying on the pew, but covers himself with his shirt. His muscles ripples as he pulls the shirt over himself, and you hate it. You would have liked to continue to gaze upon his body like the mystery he was. Only barely, leaving the buttons undone.

“I lost control,” he answers softly. Jax refuses to look at you, remaining his eyesight on the floor.

“How?” It wasn’t so very different than things are now. You were the epitome of lust to him. He was failing his personal test having you there. Everything about you. The way your lips puckered out when you were confused. Or if you had a question you were afraid to ask, your tongue would dart out of your mouth to lick your lips. Your dresses hang on your curves so very differently now. It left nothing to imagination. As they formed to your growing body.

The dresses cling to your skin, and even with your baby growing, he had never seen anything more beautiful. You carried yourself so well despite all that was going on. You kept your anger and hatred under control. Said your prayers. He saw you. He had to peek in on your to see how your were fairing here at the church.

“How did you lose control?” You interrupt his train of thought, and he finally looks up at you.

“I let someone…I — remember our conversations about someone else controlling us?” You nod your head. His eyes drift down your front, watching your chest heave with the deep breaths you are taking. Pretty soon your chest wouldn’t fit in your dresses. You’d have to have new ones, or your tits would be spilling out.

“I have let people control me.”

“Through your thoughts, or is this a political thing? Often people in power can corrupt the good ones. You allow them in, and you can’t say no. The crown has lots of power Jax,” his light up and he nods his head erratically.

“Exactly!” His voice echoes in the sanctuary. He reaches for your hand, and grazes over your bump. He would make any excuse to touch you. “Exactly. These people…”

“My family,” you pull your hand from his, but drag it to your bump. Letting his hand lay flat on it, and Jax’s fingers splay out wide. Moving around your stomach, until he feels a kick. “Look how they controlled me because of this.”

“He’s a miracle,” you look up at Jax, but his eyes are only on your stomach. His other hand presses against the area. Smoothing around, and even dips too low. He wanted to feel every bit of your baby’s home.

“What did you say?” You question, and his eyes go out of focus as he thinks about the future of your baby. He was bred to perfection. Of purity and also the depths of sin. A divine plan was in emotion, and your miracle had set it off.

“Imagine the power. One time, and it took,” his hand gives the baby a little squeeze, reveling in the way the babe reacts to his movements.

“Jax, you’re scaring me.”

“He’s a miracle. This baby could save us all,” you aren’t even sure what that means. How could a baby born into sin save anyone? It had changed and destroyed your life in ways that you couldn’t fully fathom.

“From what?” You didn’t understand. He was talking oddly. “What can the baby save us from?”

“Them,” he looks up at you with wild eyes. “All of them. He’s not a bastard, he’s a miracle. And,” his hand moves too low on your body, cupping your mound, and you step back a moment. “I’m sorry. I’m…” why did you look so beautiful when swollen? Why was it taking everything in him to keep you pushed away?

“How do I cleanse myself?”

“Princess…”

“How do I take a man?” Jax gulps as he stares up at you. “A man took me, but how do I take my own?” You hoped he understood what you were talking about. You didn’t want to fiddle around with some stupid special altar. If you were to be used up, you should at least get to decide who had a part of you. You wanted to cleanse yourself. Not have some man believe that he could take away what was done. It happened, and you wanted that control back.

You bite at your lip before you turn to walk away. “Princess, you haven’t…the altar.”

“I won’t get a choice anyways. It won’t change. You prepare the altar. I’m going back upstairs. If he wants me used, what is another man? What better way than to use a holy man to cleanse me. If it’s not you, maybe there’s another?”

Jax walks over to a box of items before setting them up, just as strategically as he was told to. Laying each item down, and then steps back away from the altar. It would be there, in front of all the saints, and the eyes of God. They would be the witnesses as you are claimed for something even more. Greater than anyone could imagine.

Looking around the church, he takes stock of every statue, even symbolic figure, and has to clench his eyes closed as pain rushes into his head. The slithery voice he’d been pushing out of his mind blares inside of him. It was wrong. He couldn’t take any more.

Cleanse.

That wasn’t how you cleansed someone. You couldn’t change the past.

Cleanse.

He was just as filthy on the inside as you were. The only one innocent was the baby in your belly.

Cleanse!

Like a zombie Jax begins his ascension up the stairs. Mechanical and stiff movements. But instead of heading towards your room, he turns towards his. He wasn’t going to be told what to do. He had to prove himself worthy. He wasn’t some ordinary man. He was…

“Father Jackson,” you smile at him, dabbing a bit of the minty oil behind your ear. Your dress was gone, and you only had your undergarments on. Your belly is even more prominent when it is bare. “Peppermint has made me sick since that night five months ago. But oddly enough, I was told it would help with sickness. It does. The smell is oddly comforting now. I think the baby likes it.”

“What are you doing in here?”

“Did you know you have a perfect view of where it happened?” Your hand rubs over your bump as you look out the window. Giving your baby’s home a few gentle squeezes with your fingers as you turn to look at him. “Cleanse me.”

“How?” Jax knew what you were implying, but you had to ask. He wasn’t going to assume anything.

“I know you want me,” he shakes his head no, but you pick up his hand, placing it on your breast. “I see you looking. Hear you behind me, smelling my hair. The larger my bump becomes, the harder it is for you to look away.”

“In your tragedy there is beauty.”

“Make love to me,” even though Jax shakes his head, his hand cups your breast. Kneading the sensitive area until your pebbled peaks push through the thing cotton. His thumb rubs over your nipple, and he stares intently as it hardens under him. “I’m making this choice on my own. Fuck me.”

His soft touch turns hard as he pinches your nipple. His other hand slaps across your face, and he looks up at you snarling. “That’s what he did. He fucked me. He made sure that I could feel him long after the deed was done. Did it so well, I still feel him five months later. My punishment is the baby growing in my belly. What is yours?”

“You wretched little witch,” he drags you over to his bed. Sitting you on your knees, and he lifts up your skirt. You weren’t going to accuse him of something he wasn’t sure he even did. “You’re…wetter,” he says as his hand runs over your puffy folds. His eyes roll in the back of his head with how wet you are. Receptive. Reactive. Different.

“I want this Father. Cleanse me.”

“This isn’t…this isn’t cleansing.”

“I am telling you that I want you inside of me. This is what I want. I’m giving you what you want. The best way to fight temptation is to just give into it. You shouldn’t fight anything,” your logic was skewed, but your cunt was practically dripping in wait. You give your ass a little wiggle as you stare behind you.

“Please, Father. I’m on my knees, praying and begging that you take what was stolen,” he closes his eyes as he pushes two fingers into your drenched core, and you whimper. Keeping your eyes on him.

“You’re…this is a sin.”

“There are worse sins. This is what we want. I’m telling you, I want this. You have my permission,” you gasp. Jax slowly undoes his pants. Keeping your eyes looking at his member. He was aching. Denying, while you were begging. “No one has to know,” you assure him again. No one would know. You couldn’t become pregnant again.

“Stay on your knees, and beg for our forgiveness,” he chokes out, lining himself up. His voice mewls when he runs his tip through your folds. Squeaking as he pushes himself through, and you seethe. Tightening your muscles up while he continues to push through. Not stopping until he bottoms out.

Jax’s hands hold on tight to your waist before he draws himself completely out. Slamming back in, and your body lurches forward. There was no way this was his first time. He wasn’t holding out. His movements are too smooth. We’re all sinners, but Jax maybe sins more than most. It had to be why he punished himself. Why he made sure that the punishment was deep into his skin and would scar. He’d always carry those sins with him.

His thrusts are quick and hard, stabbing himself deep inside you. His eyes only look at where the two of you connect. Like there was salvation in your pussy. His eyes drift out into the alley way, staring at the spot. That brick is still there, and a mark remains as if your body had seared itself onto the road.

He couldn’t get that night out of his mind. It was like he had multiple views of the events. Watching it. Doing it. Praying over it. Nothing ever aligned. He had lost sleep trying to put the puzzle together. Nothing ever made sense.

“Jax,” your fingers cling to his bedsheets as you look back at him. He is beautiful. A fallen angel. Definitely far from being holy, but the way he touched you. How he made you feel. He wasn’t afraid of you. Didn’t fear being seen with you in your condition, and he loved it.

His hands slide over your tummy, and up your chest, lifting you up, so that your back is flush with his front. His pelvis still slams into you as his lips kiss up your neck. Ending on your mouth, and you slot your lips against his. Tasting the rich tobacco from his cigarettes.

A smell that once repulsed you, but you're claiming it back. His hips may be hard, but his hands over your baby are soft. Sweet even. No matter what happens, this was your choice. You decided this. No one could take it away.

“Forgive me father for I have sinned,” Jax grunts onto your skin as he races for the finish line. His teeth imprint on your shoulder, and he bites down hard causing you to scream out in pain, and also in pleasure. A flash of light from the heavens illuminates your eyes, and his room. An entanglement of sin, and you aren’t sure if you could be cleansed. But this…this was better than any cleansing.

You let him overtake you. Give into the dark side for a moment as you grow weak. Both of you are ignoring anything happening around the cathedral. Living in your own world of sin, but that doesn’t mean that others couldn’t witness it. Could see the two of you giving into lust like your lives depended on it. You didn’t want this to be the last time. You’d gladly follow Jax into the darkness if it meant that you had this taste of the forbidden fruit.

A man looks up from his carriage. The brim of his hat creates a shadow that covers his face. “One. Two,” he counts, smirking as he steps back into the carriage. “Looks like a different ceremony is taking place tonight. Opie, we’ll come back another night.”

“Sir?”

“Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.”

“I understand,” Opie nods to the man before getting back on his seat. “Forgive them father for they have sinned.”

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[inagetawaycarxo]

Without giving to much content how many requests have you got for each peoples you have? 😊

I’m assuming you mean in my Tumblr inbox?💜

ALL MALE CHARACTERS/CELEBS/WRESTLERS; 1

9-1-1

Eddie Diaz-nil

Buck-nil

Celebs

Jesse Lee Soffer-1

Jensen Ackles-nil

Jared Padalecki-nil

Chris Evans-nil

Zendaya-nil

Jake Gyllenhaal-nil

Harry Styles-1 [but it’s part two]

Tom Holland-1

Sebastian Stan-nil

Chicago Fire

Kelly Severide-8

Matt Casey-4

Sylvie Brett-1

Leslie Shay-nil

Gabby Dawson-nil

Chicago Med

Connor Rhodes- 8 [+ one that I answered for that fake fic title]

Will Halstead-2

Ethan Choi-4

Crockett Marcel-3

Natalie Manning-nil

Chicago P.D.

Jay Halstead- 13

Greg ‘Mouse’ Gerwitz-1

Adam Ruzek-1

Antonio Dawson-1

Kevin Atwater-1

Kim Burgess-nil

Erin Lindsay-1

Hailey Upton- 1 [but their were two four her, I just merged them together since they were both the same request]

Hank Voight-nil

Criminal Minds

Derek Morgan-3

Spencer Reid-1

Luke Alvez-nil

Jennifer Jareau-nil

Emily Prentiss-nil

David Rossi-nil

Aaron Hotchner-1.

Dc

Bruce Wayne-nil

Diana Prince-2

Lena Luthor-nil

Kara Danvers-nil

Clark Kent-nil

Lucifer Tv

Lucifer Morningstar-1

Chloe Decker-7

Mazikeen-4

Michael Demiurgos-nil

Amenadiel-nil

Dan Espinoza-nil

Eve-nil

Ella Lopez-nil

Marvel

Steve Rogers-nil

Tony Stark-nil

Thor-nil

Peter Parker-nil

Bruce Banner

Clint Barton-nil

T’Challa-nil

Loki-nil

Carol Danvers-nil

Sam Wilson-nil

Mj-nil

Bucky Barnes-nil

Son's Of Anarchy

Jax Teller- nill [is one on watty]

Juice Ortiz-nill

Supernatural

Dean Winchester-nil

Sam Winchester-nil

Demon!Dean-nil

Michael!Dean-1

Soulless!Sam-nil

Castiel-nil

Jack Kline-nil

Crowley-nil

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale-nil

Peter Hale-nil

Scott McCall-nil

Malia Tate-nil

Scott McCall-nil

Jordan Parrish-nil

Chris Argent-nil

Isaac Lahey-nil

The Originals

Klaus Mikaelson-nil

Kol Mikaelson-nil

Elijah Mikaelson-2

Rebekah Mikaelson-nil

Hayley Marshall-nil

Marcel Gerard-nil

Davina Claire-nil

The Vampire Diaries

Kai Parker-6

Stefan Salvatore-1

Katherine Pierce-nil

Damon Salvatore-nil

Tyler Lockwood-nil

Bonnie Bennett-nil

Elena Gilbert-nil

Caroline Forbes-nil

Enzo-1

WWE

Finn Balor-2

Adam Cole-3

Kyle O’Reilly-6

Roderick Strong-2

Candice LeRae-nil

Dakota Kai-nil

Tegan Nox-nil

Johnny Gargano-nil

Alexa Bliss-nil

Bayley-1

Becky Lynch-6

Charlotte Flair-1

Maryse-nil

Naomi-nil

Sasha Banks-nil

Stephanie McMahon-nil

Cesaro-nil

Drew McIntyre-5

Elias Samson-nil

Roman Reigns-12

Seth Rollins-7

The Miz-nil

Jimmy Uso-nil

Jey Uso-nil

Triple H-nil

Damian Priest-1

Big e-1

Other Wrestlers

Buddy Murphy-5

Andrade Cien Almas-nil

Billie Kay-nil

Peyton Royce-nil

Paige-nil

Bobby Fish-1

Mickie James-nil

[alcordraws]

Discord is a big ol enabler so uhhhh, Andy from Gilmore girls and he’s dating Jax Teller from sons of anarchy (thus the jacket) bc I say so, some winter Snafus, a priest joe and angel ramiel bc self control? Don’t know her

[carisi-dreams]

episode thoughts | cucaracha/k'uruch

Mayans MC | 01x07

off the bat, let me just say that I hate cockroaches and I've seen more here in LA in one year than I did in 5 years in NYC

****spoilery things under the cut for courtesy ****

what's on those tapes?

EWWWWW Angel why

Angel...do the right thing, brother. we do not need Bishop thinking Coco is the rat

wait...what... Angel...

um, Angel is doing the absolute most and he's going to give me a heart attack

👑 👑 👑

the way Adelita pronounces Ezekiel...is everything

LET MY MAN OUT OF THIS CAGE

oh ew bruh. (guess Miguel isn't into non consensual water sports)

Adelita asking a loooooot of questions. I'm sus

I love Angel's sense of humor even though it is messed up most of the time

EZ asking the questions we want answers to: what is Adelita doing on this side of the fence

🎶 MOTHER OF EXILES THE TORCH OF HOPE 🎶

okay, so it's cool that Danny's name shows up next to the crow. the crow was the symbol for Sons of Anarchy (SAMCRO) and SOA is where the Galindo cartel was introduced (with Lincoln Potter, I believe)

🎶 I AM A WOLF, A WILD CURR 🎶

EZ is mighty openly involved in non club business for a prospect

Riz! I was in scenes with him on Seal Team last week :)

aww Coco! finally, this storyline was giving me a stomach ache

Tranq is my favorite member next to Angel. something about him is so...comforting. I love a big scary looking dude haha

Coco cutting the toast for Lety! :')

OH DAMN WHERE'S MOM

Oh shiiiiiiit there she is

Felipe has the best lines lmao Adelita does the most. no wonder her & Angel like each other

Felipe's reaction to finding out his boys are helping los olvidados is our collective reaction

damn, Adelita pulling major strings

oh dayum

Jimenez looks like hell lmao

'probably get a bonus for that in this administration' daaaaayum

what's the priest's angle? he's known Adelita from the jump so why didn't he tell Galindo already? is he still in an alliance with the Galindos? does Devante know and he didn't tell Miguel in order to weaken Miguel and take the reins?? so many questions

so she's just going to throw up on his floor...? gross

'don't fold on me cuz' aww Jimenez

Miguel...looks like shit :(

okay but he's my sweet thing so back off buddy

WHEEEEEEEEW TALKING THAT SMACK AS HE UNBUTTONS HIS SHIRT ONE HANDED I LITERALLY YELLED

*pause to catch my breath, rewind*

OH

MY

GOD

yo my mouth is wide open wtf man Miguel out here got moves oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh

okay, there is something wrong with me because that is a turn on whew chile where is my beverage

*rewind*

Lilly is the luckiest person on the planet

I'm still speechless, but I'm also mentally composing a thank you to Elgin & Kurt

aww daddy Coco is the SWEETEST (they're really going to kill him, huh?)

aww his mom is hurt :(

crooked Cruz smile :')

damn this family is messed up. I hope there's no screwdrivers in this house

there are such beautiful transitions between scenes in this show

okay police brutality, Amerikkka, eh

oh I love that lil moment between Emily & Devante

Lordy, here goes Potter

I hope this guy didn't really think Cinco de Mayo was Mexican independence because he's too old to be that uninformed

damn the government is really on top of Galindo yikes buddy

aww Jimenez. he really just wants his family to okay, huh :')

they really going to cuff my man?

Lord have mercy

this is actually a good plan, tbh. them joining forces makes the most sense, but it complicates shit with EZ. I hope they do join forces because the way it'll complicate EZ & Emily will be a fun storyline teehee. also, because as far as canon is concerned I only ship Emily with Miguel. EZ, bruh...I need you to move on

I love Bishop as pres

everyone looks like hell in this episode

oh shit Coco

aww, look at our little dumpling Crystal Ball :')

oh my Loooord he really just punched his mom. oh shiiiiiiiiiit guess he doesn’t have the same attachment to his mom as our old friend Jax Teller, eh

dang, they got security security

yo, daddy Miguel means everything to me

yo, fuck Potter. I've had Enough of Miguel in custody :(

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Highlights from Season 1 of 'Mayans MC'

Now that we’ve all had time to fully digest the first season of Mayans MC, we’re going to delve into what really made it stand out as one of the best new dramas of 2018. I can’t get over how amazing this first season was. I’m thrilled to be back into the MC life I left behind when Sons of Anarchy ended!   

1. Familiar Faces

This show is obviously tied in with the Sons of Anarchy world. It takes place 3 years after Jax Teller died. A lot of Sons fans were hoping to see some familiar faces and they weren’t disappointed!

Obviously, you have El Padrino, Marcus Alvarez. He wasn’t a main character this year (because he was doing things behind the scenes, as well as in front of it), but he was a reccurring character and I was so pleased every time he made an appearance. Marcus Alvarez is so smart and Emilio Rivera is fascinating to watch.

Chucky is here! Turns out he works in the Mayans’ junkyard as an office manager. He’s still a weird guy, but he’s such a joy to watch. I’ve appreciated the friendship he’s struck with Leti.

Lincoln Potter has returned! This man is all over the place. He’s crazy and cool and smart. He’s a fantastic adversary and I’m glad Sutter brought him back. You can’t have a show about one side of the law without showing the other side.

2. Family is what you make of it

Family, conventional and otherwise, is the stronghold of this series. Kurt Sutter’s world of motorcycle clubs shows a world of people who have chosen their family. You have all these different men from all walks of life come together. What they’ve formed is a brotherhood and it’s just as strong as blood. They are willing to fight and die for each other. These guys will cover up the most brutal of murders for each other. This world has shown that they’re even willing to kill to protect what’s theirs.

The more conventional types of family are just as strong and equally disastrous. Every family has their own secrets and this series is no stranger to that. The Galindos run a cartel. They know secrets better than anyone. In some ways, it’s made them stronger as unit. In other ways, it’s like waiting for an explosion to occur. If anyone harms anyone in Miguel’s family, they will cease to exist. Their family drama centered around the kidnapping of Miguel and Emily’s baby son, Cristobal. This also happened to mimic what Miguel’s always been told since his childhood; that his brother, Cristobal’s namesake, was kidnapped by a rival cartel. Dita Galindo lied to her son. Cristobal was sick and died.

Coco’s family has their own…dysfunctions, to say the least. Coco is Leti’s father. He’s always been her father, but she never knew that. She was just being taken care of by Coco’s mom. Coco’s mom and Leti had their problems. She was actually making Leti go out and sell her body. Coco and his mom have their problems. She was a very toxic woman, so it took almost no convincing for Coco to search her out and kill her.

Los Olvidados is their own family unit. The rebels take in Mexican children off the street. Sure, they have them do certain things to further their agenda, but Adelita gives them someplace to sleep and food to eat. They care for and love each other.

The Reyes Family. Struck by tragedy, the family has been through some real shit. EZ found his mother, who had been murdered in cold blood. EZ ended up going to jail for 8 years because he was obsessed with finding his mother’s killer. In a chase with her killer, EZ ended up shooting and killing a cop. If the cop hadn’t been a dirty cop, he probably would’ve been in jail longer. After he’s released from jail, his older brother, Angel, brings him into the Mayan club life. EZ becomes a Prospect. EZ has other motives. As a condition of his release, the feds want EZ to give them intel on the Galindo cartel. Agent Jimenez is in charge of EZ and also happens to be his cousin. By the end of the season, Angel wants nothing to do with EZ because he had no idea he was an FBI informant. EZ, however, decides he doesn’t want Angel to sponsor him anymore, but wants to stay with the club. Angel and EZ end up killing Jimenez and his partner in his home because Lincoln Potter tapped both brothers to be his henchmen, and in return he wouldn’t leak it to the club that EZ was an informant.

3. Twists and Turns

This season was filled with all kinds of twists and turns. It starts with EZ actually getting intel about the cartel through the club for the feds. However, EZ’s not the only double agent in the club. Angel, Coco, and Gilly are working with Los Olvidados. They believe the rebels are the future for the club. Oh, and Angel has a bit of a history with Adelita. Marcus and Bishop know that someone is ratting them out to the rebels, and it almost seems that Marcus knows who because he’s so freaking smart!

Coco being Leti’s father is also a bit of a twist, but Leti getting her own grandmother killed is a pretty big and dark turn in this series. Leti is loving her new relationship with her father, Coco.  He’s being very attentive to his daughter. Coco’s mother won’t let that last, though. In order to make money, she’s been having Leti prostitute herself. Leti’s had enough. She starts hurting herself in an effort to make it look like she’s been beat up and then runs to her father. In a fit of rage, Coco confronts his mother and ends up killing her in her own bathtub. Coco was very quick to anger and his actions and attitude have always kind of reminded me of Tig from Sons.

Onto one of my favorite twists of the season! Adelita isn’t actually Adelita. Her name is Louisa Espina and the Galindo cartel is the reason her entire family is dead. Her father and Felipe Reyes used to work together. She had always believed that it was Felipe that ratted out her father to the cartel, resulting in her being the only surviving member of her family. Nope. It was a priest who had become a good ally to Adelita who had ratted out her father.

One of the things I really admire about Adelita is that she’s not dumb and she’s always a few steps ahead. She understands that if she were to take out the Galindo cartel, a new one would just pop up in its place. What she wants to do is use the cartel to direct assistance back into the poor communities in Mexico. In order to prove just how much power Los Olvidados has, she sets up the return of baby Cristobal just over the border and when Miguel is reunited with his son, he’s arrested. This is when Adelita makes her presence known to Miguel and she offers him a deal. The rebels are thousands-strong. The cartel could use them to get business done and, in return, money and assistance can go back into the community. You can tell Miguel is just thrown by the sudden change of events. He’d be a fool to turn it down.

While thinking on it, Miguel returns home with his son. Lincoln Potter has Miguel and key members of his operation arrested and is threatening to arrest and charge Emily on failure to report a kidnapping. Potter wants to make a deal. He wants to use the cartel to bring down Los Olvidados. It’s like a deal Miguel’s father made with the feds that ultimately led to his death. At this point, Miguel’s made up his mind and has already taken Adelita’s deal. This lead to one of my favorite scenes of the season.

Miguel is in business with the Mayans, so it’s only fair that he lets them know that they’ll all be working with Louisa Espina now. He gathers them all at the casino and Angel is absolutely floored. He had no idea that Adelita was, first of all LOUISA, but also going to make a deal with Galindo. Everyone easily accepts Los Olvidados into the fray. I was so thrilled by this move because it meant that, for the time being, Angel wouldn’t be in harm’s way over going behind the club’s back.

The biggest twist came in the season finale. We finally found out who it was that EZ was chasing just before killing that police officer. David Labrava has made his return to Sutter’s world as Happy Lowman…and he killed EZ’s mom? I have so many questions.

Why? How? When was this in the Sons of Anarchy timeline? Happy was Nomad then? Or was he in prison? I’ve seen discussions, but nothing crystal clear.

Hopes for Season 2

Like many other fans, I was beyond thrilled with the renewal halfway through the first season. I have many hopes for next season and also one or two things I hope they can avoid, but we’ll see.

Coco killing his mother because he thought she hurt Leti just kind of fell off towards the end of the season there. I’m hoping they give us more of that relationship. Coco still needs to know that his mother didn’t actually hurt her. She wasn’t fantastic towards her, but she didn’t lay her hands on her that time.

I want Angel and Adelita to be the power couple to end all power couples. Towards the end of the season, Adelita was ready to move forward in her relationship with Angel, but he was too self-loathing. He’s not in a good headspace right now. I really hope that these two kids make it. They have a dynamite chemistry.

I want Emily and EZ to stay away from each other. I find them boring, honestly. I know these two characters know each other really well because they used to date and be so close. I wouldn’t be opposed to a solid friendship between these two, but I hope they stay away from a romantic relationship. One thing that annoyed me about the Sons of Anarchy world was all the cheating. That’s the last thing I want Emily to do. While I despised one scene in particular between Miguel and Emily, I don’t want her to make a mistake that could cost her her life, in one way or another. Miguel’s been good to her. They have a family together. They have had happy times together and there will be more…if Emily and EZ just stop.

I’m excited to see Miguel and Adelita team up. Their scenes have been just as electric as the scenes between Angel and Adelita, but a different kind of electric? I could see them being king and queen of the underground, on opposite sides of the border.

I’m hoping we get a better timeline of Happy’s involvement in Mama Reyes’ death. I’m interested in to what capacity Sutter will have Happy in next season. He wasn’t one of my favorite Sons, but he was a staple in the series.

I’m beyond excited to see what Marcus will be doing for Galindo. He took his cut off. He’s no longer El Padrino. I thought that meant that Emilio was done with the series and I am thrilled that is not the case. He’ll either be an advisor to Miguel or his head of security. I think he’d make a great advisor, but I’ll take Marcus in any way Sutter gives him to us.

This season was filled with action and drama. It’s everything that I love from the MC world that Sutter has built. There are a few things I wish would’ve been different, but overall I loved this season and I’m looking forward to many more. I also really enjoyed the fact that it wasn’t just Kurt Sutter. Sutter is a white man. He knows nothing of the struggles depicted from the men in this series, so he had help. This was a series co-created by Elgin James and co-executive produced by Norberto Barba. Another fact was even the actors needed guidance. Emilio Rivera revealed at Rhode Island Comic Con this year (to which I had the pleasure of being in attendance) that all the guys have different backgrounds from Latin America. They’d all give each other tips on pronunciations and such. I loved the fact that half this show was in Spanish because that’s part of what makes this series much more real. These are Spanish-speaking characters and it was fantastic that there were English subtitles.  

Send us some of your thoughts, hopes, and dreams for next season!  What parts of this season did you really enjoy?

Mayans MC will return to FX in 2019.      

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Half Blood, Whole Heart: Part 6

Pairings: Jax x Reader, sister Winchester!reader- SOA/SPN Crossover

Warnings: Swearing, fluff. angst…..

Word Count: 4,358

A/N: So I decided to repost my novel- the story that someone stole from my old blog and put up on Wattpad. PLEASE don’t be an asshole and steal my stories. It CRUSHED me when it happened and almost ran me off Tumblr.

Half Blood, Whole Heart Masterlist   Aesthetic by @ravenangel33​

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“Teller?” A woman called out sweetly into the waiting room. You and Gemma lurched from your chairs and ran over to her.

“How is he?” You both asked simultaneously. She smiled and nodded.

“He’s stable. We were able to stop the bleeding and repair the damage.”

“Where is he?” You asked.

“He’s resting now.” You shook your head as Gemma sighed with relief.

“No, I asked where. Not if he was sleeping or not. Where?” The woman looked a little startled but gave you a sweet smile.

“I can only bring one of you back at a time.”

“Go.” Gemma said as she gave you a gentle push. You didn’t need to be told twice as you followed the woman back into the hospital. As you trailed behind her, you felt yourself getting anxious and you wanted to scream at her to walk faster. After a few turns and one seemingly endless hallway she finally stopped in front of a door.

“It make take him a while to come around. He lost a lot of blood.” You nodded as she opened the door and you tried to brace yourself. As you stepped into the all white, too bright room, you couldn’t contain your choked sob. Jax looked so pale laying in the hospital bed and there were lead lines and IV’s decorating his body.

“My God, baby…” You whispered as you grabbed a chair and walked it over to the right side of his bed. Silent tears ran down your cheeks as you collapsed in the chair next to him. You gently took his hand in yours and laced your fingers with his. “Come home to me.” You whispered as you kissed his knuckles. You sat for hours, waiting; fielding texts and calls from your SAMCRO family and from Dean and Sam about his condition. Around dinner, the nurse allowed Gemma to bring you something to eat and to see her son.

“He’s gunna be fine.” You told her as she took your seat. She nodded wordlessly as she ran her hand over her boy’s blonde hair. She only stayed a few minutes before her anxious energy got the better of her. With silent tears, she gave you a kiss goodbye and left to go do something to make the waiting go by quicker. You sat back down and only picked at your meal.

You had just laid your head down on the bed to try and force yourself to sleep when you felt Jax stirring above you. You looked up with tears of relief in your eyes as he slowly opened his.

“I thought I told you to be safe, Jax.” You whispered; your voice incapable of getting any louder as your tears fell again. He moved his arm out to the side and gestured to you.

“Come here.” You gently climbed onto the bed next to him as he wrapped his arm around you. “Babe, I’m so sorry.” He whispered as he kissed the top of your head. You laid your tear soaked cheek on his chest and shook your head.

“You’re OK; that’s all that matters. The rest we will take care of.” The two of you laid with each other for a few minutes before you forced yourself off the bed to call for his nurse. As the woman took his vitals, you shot a quick text to Sam before calling Gemma. You let her know he was awake and she told you she’d be right there. You hung up the phone at the same time as the nurse finished and left the room. You took your spot back in your chair and Jax grabbed your hand.

“Marry me.”

“Well that’s romantic.” You snorted and he shook his head and pushed himself up a little straighter in bed.

“I’m all about the fairytale, baby.” He shot back with a groaned laugh as he pulled you toward him. You sat down on the bed by his hip and he gently reached up and cupped your cheek. “I thought I was gunna die today, laid out on that road. It made me realize that I don’t want to live another moment without you as my wife. I love you so fucking much, (Y/N). Marry me; please. Right here, right now.”

“Jax…” He squeezed your hand and you searched his pleading eyes. With a soft smile, you nodded. “Alright.” His face softened into a beautiful smile and he pulled you in for a soft, passionate kiss. After a moment, you pulled back and rested your forehead against his. “You can tell mom when she get’s here. Sam and Dean are in Colorado so can you wait long enough for me to get ahold of them and see if I can get them and my dad here?”

“Anything you want, Mrs. Teller.” You smiled and leaned back to look at him.

“Yea, see I like that better than old lady.” He chuckled as you gave him a chaste kiss and you shook your head. “God, you’re such a hot mess, Jackson.”

“Yea, well now you’re really gunna be stuck with me.”

——

“Could you get ahold of dad?” Sam asked as you smoked a cigarette outside of the hospital while Dean found a parking spot the next day. You shook your head.

“Nope. Phone’s still off. I left a message with Bobby for him though incase dad ever calls him.”

“Don’t you think you should wait?” He asked and you shrugged as you took another drag.

“Why, though? We don’t know where he is or when he’s coming back. I’ve got you and Dean here and I know he would understand.” Sam nodded as he toed the pavement.

“It’s strange.” He said as Dean walked over. You cocked your eyebrow and tilted your head slightly.

“What is?” With a small huff, he looked up at you, smiled and gestured to the white shirt and light blue jeans Gemma had brought you to wear.

“Never thought you’d be the first one of us to get married.”

“Shit, after mom, I never thought a Winchester COULD get married with our life and luck.” Dean teased. You shoved at his shoulder lightly before taking the last drag of your cigarette.

“We will be doing this again for both you boys sooner than you think.” Dean scoffed as the three of you headed into the hospital.

“Not me. I’m a lone wolf; prowling the streets of the country just me and Baby.”

“What am I, chopped liver?” Sam retorted with a laugh. You giggled and Dean simply shrugged.

“You’re just over there complaining about my music.”

“That’s because you listen to the same four ancient tapes over and over again, De.” You chimed in to Sam’s defense. Your oldest brother put his hand over his heart.

“Well, I never! How dare you trash the sweet, sweet sounds of Zepplin or…”

“Or the other three tapes Sam and I could sing backwards, forwards, and underwater?” You and Sam both laughed as Dean scowled.

“You know what… it’s my car and you know the house rules. Driver picks the music…”

“Shotgun shut’s his cake hole.” you and Sam finished for him as you stepped into the suddenly very crowded hospital room. You paused for a moment before you looked around at your second family and you smiled.

“Quick introductions; Sam and Dean, meet… like a third of SAMCRO.” There was a brief rumble of hello before Tig raised his hand from the corner.

“Yea hi, Tig here; peanut gallery. Can we get this goin'? Little to much dick in such a small space for my liking.”

“Shut it, Tig.” Gemma snapped. You giggled and went and sat on the bed as a nervous looking hospital priest stepped forward and Jax nodded at him.

“Uh.. we are gathered here on the 7th of October…”

“packed like sardines…” Tig chimed in sarcastically and Clay, who was standing right next to him, hit him over the back of the head.

“Zip it or get the fuck out!” Jax snapped. You smiled at your soon-to-be husband as Tig mumbled an apology.

“t-to join Jackson Nathanial and (Y/N) (Y/M/N) in holy matrimony. Who gives this woman to be married to this man.” The room got quiet for a moment and you turned to look at your oldest brother.

“De, that would be you.”

“Me?” He asked, stunned. You raised your eyebrows and nodded as a few of the guys chuckled. “Oh shit. Yea, me; I give her… to… him?” You groaned and shook your head as everyone laughed. The priest nodded and you could tell he was fighting to keep a straight face.

“Do you, (Y/N), take Jackson to be your lawfully wedded husband?” You turned sideways on the bed to look at him with a smile and brushed a stray hair back behind his ear.

“I do.” He smiled even bigger as he reached up and held your palm to his cheek.

“Do you, Jackson, take (Y/N) to be your lawfully wedded wife?” He nodded against your palm and gave it a small kiss.

“Yea, I definitely do.”

“Do you have rings?” Your smile fell slightly for only a moment before Gemma stepped up to the side of the bed. She reached out and handed a set of rings to Jax and he looked up at her.

“Are you sure?” He asked. She smiled and nodded as a tear fell from her eye.

“Your dad would have wanted it this way.” He nodded and gestured her down for quick hug and a kiss before he took your hand in his.

“My dad married my mom with this ring.” He told just you as he slid the simple silver band on your finger. “This was his.” he said as he put his father’s ring in your palm. You bit your lip to stop your own tears as you slid the silver band into place. With a smile, he held onto your hand as the priest continued.

“Does anyone have anything to say?” He asked.

“Aye.” Chibs jumped in.

“Aw Jesus.” Jax said.

“Here we go.” You stated at the same time as he walked over to the side of the bed. He paused for a second, looked at the two and took a deep breath.

“‘May the Lord ‘old ye in ‘is ‘and, and may ‘e never close ‘is fist too tight.’ Beannachd Dia dhuit. I love ye’s both.” He pat your folded hands and you nodded at him as he stepped back against the wall.

“Promise her.” Clay called out. You brow furrowed slightly and Jax sighed as the SAMCRO guys let out a small cheer. He tilted his head to the side as a smirk graced his features.

“I promise to treat you as good as my leather…”

“And ride you as much as my Harley.” The guys finished with him. You couldn’t stop the slight blush that crept up on your cheeks. You giggled and used your enclosed hands to cover your face for a second as you muttered ‘Oh, my God’ under your breath.

“Well then… by the power invested in me by the State of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” With a laugh, Jax grabbed your jaw and crashed his lips to yours as your family clapped and cheered.

“I love you… wife.” He whispered against your lips and your smile got impossibly bigger.

“I love you… husband.” He chuckled and nodded slightly.

“Yea, I like the sound of that.”

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“When I get out of here we are moving out of the clubhouse into our own place.” Jax said that night after everyone had left as he fiddled with the wedding band on your hand. You nodded your head against his shoulder and smiled.

“I am totally OK with that. We can find a place by your mother.” You teased as someone knocked on the door.

“Yea fuck that… Yea?” he called out. The door opened slowly and you sat up a little straighter as your dad walked in.

“Daddy? What are you doing here?” He chuckled as he stepped into the room and closed the door.

“What, you think my little girl would get married and I wouldn’t know about it? Bobby called me right after you called him. I’m in California on a lead anyways so I came down just to say congratulations.” He walked over and gave you a lingering kiss on the forehead before shaking Jax’s hand. “I gotta get back on the road. I just wanted to stop by.” You nodded and lost the battle with your tears as he turned and headed out the door. He paused as he was about to close it and looked at you. “I’m proud of you, (Y/N).” Without waiting for a response, he closed the door and left you in a stunned silence.

“Man knows how to get his point across in next to nothin’.” You laughed and nodded as you laid back down on the slightly too small bed.

“It’s kinda creepy sometimes. Dean does the same thing; came up with code words to make it even quicker too.” Jax laughed as he went back to playing with your wedding band.

“Code words like what?”

“Umm… like Poughkeepsie means drop everything and run… aaannd… funky town means you’re in trouble…” Jax laughed and you glanced up at him with a smile.

“You guys would have your own code!” You shrugged.

“Hey, it kept us alive and out of jail… most of the time.”

“Well Mrs. Teller, I can tell you now that those are two things that I will be the only one worrying about now.” You smiled and looked up at him.

“My hero husband saving the day.”

~~~~~~~ MID-MARCH 2007 ~~~~~~~~~

“Hey babe?” Jax called out as he walked into the three bedroom house the two of you had bought two weeks before.

“Bedroom!” You shouted from the closet where you were hanging up the last of his clothes behind yours. After a moment, Jax strolled in with only the slightest limp and a giant smile on his face.

“Stop unpacking and pack up.” You whipped around to look at him and growled in frustration.

“Damnit Jax, what now? Your mother and I have been moving shit in all week while you’re off galavanting around doing who knows what…” he chuckled, wrapped his arms around your waist  and silenced you with a kiss.

“Honeymoon. Two weeks- no work, no club, no one but you and me and the open road.” Your face softened from anger into confusion.

“How the hell did you manage to pull that off?”

“Ma told Clay it was happening. Said we needed ‘us’ time as newlyweds because of everything that’s been happening last few months with Jess and your dad and my shooting and recovery and shit.” You smirked and slowly wrapped your arms around your husband’s neck.

“So you’re tellin’ me… that you and me… get to get on your bike… drive away… and no one is going to stop us?” You asked punctuating your phrases with light kisses. He hummed and shook his head slowly with a smile.

“No one’s stoppin’ us.” You moved your hands down his neck to cup his cheeks and leaned back slightly in his arms.

“Then what the hell are we doing still standing by the closet?” He pulled you back to him for a bruising kiss before letting you go to start packing.

“So where am I taking my beautiful wife?” He asked as the two of you started grabbing clothes and tossing them out onto your bed.

“Away from Charming and preferably not to a motel.” He laughed as he headed into the bathroom.

“You want to go to Florida?” He called out as you grabbed a backpack and started putting clothes in it.

“Florida is a hot tourist trap even in the spring, trust me I’ve done the research a time or two. Oh! Let’s go to New York! I’ve never been to the city before. We can see what kind of trouble the Teller’s can get into there.” Jax walked out of the bathroom with a smile, handed you a few bathroom essentials and nodded.

“New York City it is.”

“You wanna know what I wanna do?” You said with a wicked smile as he pulled your phone chargers from the wall.

“What’s that?” You waited for him to look at you and smiled even wider.

“I wanna fuck you right in the middle of Central Park.”

“Oof! I like the sound of that!” You laughed as you zipped the backpack closed and kissed his cheek.

“I thought you would.” You grabbed your boots and shoved them on quickly as he threw a few last minute things into the bag. “Is it bad that despite the fact that I love our house and we just bought it, I am so happy to be leaving?” You asked as you went to the closet to grab your jacket and gun.

“Well if it is, I’m guilty of it too.” You smiled as you grabbed the back pack off the bed and slung it on your back. “You ready?” You nodded as he reached for your hand. The pair of you couldn’t rush out of the house faster to get on the road and before you knew it, you were flying down the highway with the wind in your hair. You didn’t realize how much you missed the feeling of the open road.

The sound of approaching motorcycles a few hours into Nevada made both of you tense. As they got closer, you both realized that you now had found yourself in a very precarious situation; you and Jax facing eight Mayan bikers.

“Hang on.” Jax shouted as he gunned his bike past the group of riders. You looked into the rearview mirror as two men at the back of the pack whipped around to follow you. He punched it even harder as the men gained on you.

“Gimme your gun.” You shouted before glancing over your shoulder. You knew you were a good enough shot and distance wasn’t an issue but you didn’t want to reach for your own to tip the two men off.

“What? No way, I…”

“Jackson! Less talking.” You felt his growl rumble through his chest as he reached for his gun and handed it to you in front of his body. “Slow down just a bit.” He nodded and glanced in the mirror as he eased off the gas a hair. You smirked as you turned partially on the seat and the men began shooting at you. “Fucking idiots.” You said to yourself as you aimed and fired at the two men. Four shots in and you hit your mark; your bullet slammed into one of the men’s throat. His hands flew to his neck and his bike careened into his buddy’s sending him flying over the handlebars face first into the pavement at 50 miles an hour.

“Holy shit!” Jax shouted as he slowed down to go back. “How the fuck did you do that?”

“Years of hunter training on how to shoot a gun at shit that’s chasing after you.” As he came to an idle next to the wreckage, you shook your head. The guy who had flown over his handlebars was shouting in Spanglish and Jax took the gun from your hand.

“Get off.” He said as he put the kickstand down and you hopped off the bike. He stood above the guy and glared down at him with a look of pure rage in his blue eyes. “Think you can shoot at my wife?” He asked as he kicked the Mayan in the face. You couldn’t tear your eyes off the dead, panicked look the man you shot had as your husband began to beat the other man. It took you a moment to realize what was going on before you could react.

“Jax… Jackson!” You shouted. He paused just long enough to put a bullet between the man’s eyes before he stood up and wrapped you in a hug. You buried your face in his chest and shook your head as your hands began to shake. “I killed him.” Jax shook his head and kissed the top of your head.

“I’ll take care of this. Don’t worry babe; I got you.” The two of you stood there silent for a moment before he pulled away and looked down at the carnage. “Fuck… this is gunna cause a shit storm.” He pocketed his gun, grabbed his gloves and handed them to you. You cocked your eyebrow at him and he shook his head. “I won’t let you catch a murder charge. I can use my shirt.” You knew better than to question him and put them on as he moved his bike off the road. The two of you dragged bloody bodies and bikes off the road as quickly as you could into a pile in a ditch.

“What now?” You asked as he walked over to you, pulled out his phone and called someone. He didn’t say anything as he pulled out his cigarettes and lit you one.

“Uncle Jury? Hey… Been better man, listen… I got a problem.” As he told the story, you slowly smoked and stared in the direction of the two dead men. While this wasn’t your first kill by a long shot, this was the first human being you had flat out murdered. You sat down on the side of the road and rested your arms on your bent knees. A few minutes later, Jax crouched down next to you and rubbed your arm, shaking you out of your blank stare.

“Jury and the guys from an SOA charter here are gunna come help us take care of this. They’ll be here in like half an hour but I wanna get you out of here and to their clubhouse before I call Clay.” You nodded as he helped you off the ground. You grabbed the backpack and put it on as he started up the bike. You couldn’t stop yourself from looking back once more as you got on but forced yourself to look away as the love of your life rushed you away.

——

“Should’ve seen it, Jury. Fourth shot, straight through the throat.” Jax bragged to the president of the Indian Hill’s charter softly. “Never seen a shot like that from a bike.” You attempted unsuccessfully to ignore the men’s boastful banter as you picked at the label of your almost empty beer with your nail and tried to convince yourself that while what you did was murder; it was truly justifiable self-defense just like a hunt.

“What were you two doing out here alone anyways?” Jury asked. Jax smiled as he rubbed his hand across your back.

“Mom mandated a two week honeymoon. Headed to New York on a little road trip.”

“Hell of a way to start a honeymoon.” Jury said and you glanced up and really spoke for the first time since you had been there.

“Fits to par with the rest of our relationship though. He met me as a hitchhiker, wanted to date me because I knocked out some handsy douchebag at a bar, married me in a hospital bed day after he almost died so a dual murder by both of us for the honeymoon apparently was just the next step for the new Teller family.” The men laughed and Jax kissed your temple. A man you hadn’t met came over and said something in Jury’s ear and he nodded.

“Everything’s taken care of. You guys still headed East?” Jax nodded as you finished off your beer.

“Yep. Gunna get my old lady out of Mayan territory for a while and enjoy time together away from it all.” Jury nodded as the three of you stood up and he pulled Jax in for a hug.

“Your dad would be proud of the man you’re becoming.” He said as he pulled away from his war buddy’s son and looked at you. “And he would have loved a little spitfire like you.” He gave you a quick hug before pulling and looking at Jax. “Got a few of my guys out front; gunna ride with you to the boarder just to be safe.” You both thanked the older man for what seemed like millionth time before joining the five other bikers that made up your escort out of Nevada.

——

You stood just outside of the city on the side of the road, scowling and smoking a cigarette as Dean rattled off annoyingly in your ear while Jax looked at you almost pleadingly.

“Dean… Hon-ey-moon.” You enunciated angrily as you flicked off the ash of your cigarette. “That word means no hunting. And dad would…”

“Dad isn’t going to find out. We need the backup and you’re in New York for your ‘hon-ey-moon’ anyways.” he mocked.

“Is nothing sacred to you assholes?” You grumbled as you glanced at your husband. You could tell just by the look on his face that he was dying to see what a hunt was all about and a vamp case with the Winchester kids would be as good as any to let him. “Don’t give me that look.” You told him.

“C’mon, (Y/N) it will be like old times.” Sam begged.

“I hate all of you.” You grumbled. Your brothers gave a small shout of rejoice and Jax smiled as you shook your head. “Just send me the address of the motel you’re in.”

“Well this is turning out to be quite the honeymoon.” Jax teased as you hung up the phone.

“Yea, real Bonnie and Clyde bloodbath.” You flicked your cigarette across the road as your phone vibrated in your hand. You pulled the address up on your GPS, set the phone down by the speedometer and groaned as you got on the back. With a chuckle, Jax started up his bike and headed off in the opposite direction you were headed.

Part 7

[imagininghim]

Chapter 24

A/N: Let me know if you want to be tagged!

I skipped a few episodes, so this chapter would technically be on Season 3 Episode 8 “Lochan Mor”. 

Where she went Masterlist

Days had passed since Gemma had her accident. Jax had confessed to me that they were all going back in to do time, and that included me. We needed to get out of Charming and fast. After a few arguments, we had all decided to go with my plan.

Now, here we are.

On the road for Belfast, Ireland.

I rode on the back of Jax’s bike with Son’s hoodie, just like the rest of the boys. We pulled off to the side of the road so the boys could meet with some of the guys from the Belfast charter. Jax didn’t move. I stood from the bike to stretch my legs, I walked around to face Jax with a smile.

“Something wrong?” Jax just shook his head. I leaned down and pressed my lips to his.

Clay and the boys talked to the other members while Jax and I just sat and watched.

“Well, let’s get you boys home!” One of the other charter members yelled. As the rest of us got back on our bikes and started them up.

We drove a good way until we reached a police check point. The president of the other charter stopped and looked at us.

“Don’t worry, show them a nice smile and your passport and you’ll be fine.” We nodded and turning off our bikes and standing up. The police took our passports before reading them. The next thing we knew they were turning around and pointing guns at us.

“They’re on the run, wanted in Charming California.” One of the Irish police men began. “We’re detaining them.” We all shared confused looks before getting on our knees. Chibs stood his ground as one of the police officers came and pointed their gun at him.

“On your knees now.” Chibs removed his sunglasses, putting the on his neck.

“Dirty, loyalist bastards.” Chibs snapped before spitting in the officer’s face. The officer stood for a moment before hitting Chibs right in the face with his gun. This caused the boys to spike up. I stood and leaned against one of the bikes while the boys fought. They fought for a good few minutes until one of the officers shot his gun in the air making the boys halt. The officers stood and pointed their guns at us, we all stood still as they came behind us and put handcuffs on us.

“Put’em in the van.” One of the officers snapped. We climbed into the van while they started it up. When we were all in they began moving when suddenly the van jerked and crashed. The other charter members came around and pulled us out of the van.

The cops drove off as we climbed out.

“What the hell was that?” Jax questioned while one of the other chartered members came over and wrapped his arms around his shoulders.

“Welcome to Ireland.”  

We arrived at the Belfast club to see all the club members waiting on us. The roars and cheers filled the area as we pulled up. We parked our bikes before getting off them. Jax went and greeted some members while I stayed by his bike. Gemma and Clay stood by not too far. I noticed Gemma watching this woman with blonde hair and this younger girl with ginger hair make their way to us. Gemma didn’t say a word when she began walking over to her. I grabbed Jax notifying him before we made our way over.

“Hello,” The woman said in a thick Irish accent. Clay and Jax shook hands with the blonde-haired women before she turned to me. “And who might you be?”

“(Y/N). I’m with Jax.” The women nodded as the younger girl continued to size up Jax.

“I’m Maureen and this is my daughter Trinity.” I smiled and shook the woman's hand before shaking her daughters. “Come on upstairs for a cup a tea and I’ll explain everything.” We all exchanged looks before nodding our heads and making our way up stairs.

I glanced over my shoulder to see Half’s girlfriend heading into the shop.

“You go on, I’ll catch up,” I said to Jax before making my over to the shop.

As I walked in, I saw the Trinity girl working behind the cash and Half’s girl sweeping the floor.

“Hey,” I spoke up to the girl. She turned around with a small smile.

“Can I help you with something?” I nodded my head before speaking up.

“You’re Half’s girl… Or were his girl, right?” The girl nodded her head as I continued. “I knew Half, we were really good friends. I was there when he got shot… He saved an innocent baby from being killed.” The girl looked down at her feet, brushing away a tear.

“Do you have a reasoning behind telling me all this?” I nodded before walking over there and laying a hand on my shoulder.

“Half was a great man. An even better Son. He told me that I was an extraordinary person who deserved so much better than what I got but that was all him. You might never find someone who’s like Half but you will find someone.” I went to leave the shop when I turned back to her. “If you ever need to talk, you know where to find me.” And with that, I left the store to see a black van pulling up and Chibs’s family climbing out. I smiled at the cute family moment between Chibs and his family until Jax made his way over to me.

“Hey, where’d you go?” Without looking at Jax I simply responded.

“To where I was needed most.” Jax looked down at me confused as I looked up at him with a smile. “I need a nap, want to come?” Jax smiled down at me and nodded.

We went up to our shared room before climbing into bed and wrapping our arms around each other. I closed my eyes and fell asleep listening to the sound of Jax’s heartbeat.

I was awoken by Trinity walking into the room holding sheets.

“Sorry to wake you. Fresh sheets.” I sat up from Jax’s chest while Jax propped himself onto his shoulders.

“It’s okay, you can lay them over there Darlin',” Jax said simply. Before anyone could say anything, else Juice walked in.

“Chibs is ready to bring the girls back to Jimmy.”

“I’m coming,” I said standing up and walking out the door.

“So am I.” Jax and Trinity both said following me out of the room.

We were driving to the priest’s place with Fiona and Kerrianne when the car in front of us stopped suddenly. The next thing we knew someone had been shooting the van. Jax and Chibs covered the girls while Luther covered me. I glanced over to see Trinity clutching Jax while jealousy coursed through my vein.

When the shooting stopped, we all slowly began to rise. We drove the girls where we needed to go before making our way back to the club. The boys immediately went to church while the rest of stayed outside.

“Uh, (Y/N) is it?” I turned to see Trinity standing behind me.

“It is. What did you want?” I snapped as she stared at me timidly.

“Uh… I was just wondering if you and Jax were… A thing?” I raised an eyebrow at her.

“What does it matter?” Before Trinity could answer, Maureen called out to her to help for the party. She glanced back at me one more time before walking away.

Time Skip:

The party was on full blast. Croweaters and strippers swarmed the boys while different club members filled the lot. I stood watching different club members box.

“Who’s next?! Huh?!” Liam, the VP of the Ireland charter yelled out.

“Me!” I looked up to see Jax taking his shirt off and getting ready to fight. I smiled as I walked over to the front view.

“Bring it on Teller! Make sure that girly of yours gets a good view of you getting your ass kicked.” I chuckled while Jax just smirked.

“Oh, now it’s on!” Jax walked over to the table and began removing his jewelry as Trinity stood up.

“Wrap you up?” She questioned while I rolled my eyes.

“Sure, thing darlin’. Least you can do, seeing I almost took a bullet for you today.” I felt anger rising in me as Liam approached.

“So, you and the Prince of Charming, huh?” I continued to stare at Jax while I spoke.

“I don’t really, know.” I heard Liam chuckle before leaning in just as Jax turned to face us.

“Well, I know I can show you a good time if you’re up for it,” I smirked while making eye contact with Jax.

“Only time will tell.” A look of jealousy and anger came across Jax’s face as he spoke up.

“Let’s fight!”

Jax came out a winner. The next fight was between Happy and some other member. Jax walked over to me with a proud smirk on his face.

“I kicked his ass pretty good, don’t you think?” I smirked back at him before replying.

“Ehh, I’ve seen better.” Jax just chuckled at me as Opie made his way over.

“Your mom and dad are making the bed rock so you’re fucked of using a shower.” I chuckled at Jax before running behind Ope.

“Don’t think you’re sleeping next to me without a shower!” Jax went to go grab me when Trinity pipped up.

“You can use our shower and we have an extra bed if need be,” I growled in annoyance as Jax responded.

“I’ll take you up on that shower but I’ll decline on the bed. She’ll be begging me to stay with her.” I rolled my eyes playfully while Trinity took Jax’s hand and made their way into the house.

“I don’t trust her,” I growled as Opie looked down at me with a playful smirk.

“Then you need to mark your territory and fast before she does it for you.” I nodded in agreement.

“Oh, I will.” Opie walked away as I glanced more time at Jax. ‘In time’ I thought to myself. I made my way to over to watch the end of Happy’s fight while the thought of Jax and I played in the back of my mind.

Later that evening, I said goodnight to the boys and headed up to bed. I walked into the room to see Jax sitting on the edge of the bed with his elbows propped on his knees.

“Jax… What’s wrong?” I questioned rushing to his side. Jax stared at me for a few moments before sighing and speaking up.

“The only way I’ll get Abel back is…” Jax began but stopped and looked down at the ground.

“Jax, you can trust me. The only way you’ll get Abel back is how?” Jax looked back at me as he spoke. The world stopped around me as he spoke.

“If I kill Jimmy O’Phelan.”

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