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tumbleweed-writes · 7 months ago

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Never Lost: Chibs Telford X Reader

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President Chibs Telford needs some reassurance from his ol lady as his worries about the future of the club become too much to bear alone.

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She knew that no one would ever believe her when she said it but Chibs Telford was by far the gentlest soul she had ever had the privilege of meeting.

She knew that most people would scoff at such a declaration. The entire aura that surrounded Chibs Telford screamed anything but gentle.

The President of the Redwood Original charter of the Sons of Anarchy did not exude any overtone of sweetness.

By Chibs’ appearance alone the outside world perceived him as being brutal and menacing.

As club Pres Chibs had found that it served him well to carry a certain sense of intimidation to outsiders and anyone who may wish harm upon him or his brothers.

He had only been wearing the President patch for less than a year upon their first meeting, but in that time he had learned to wear any sense of danger he might emit with a sense of security.

He had always been intimidating to the public of course; given his history with both the MC and the cause in Ireland.

He was well versed in causing alarm to those who lived within the societal norm.

The scars Jimmy O’ had left along his cheeks had helped give off this impression of danger and fear.

Chibs could admit that he’d coped with the injury Jimmy O’ had left him with by using it to his advantage. He’d allowed people to gawk at his scars and allowed their imaginations to run wild taking the evidence of such savagery as a sign Chibs Telford was not to be fucked with.

Chibs had learned not to allow people’s reaction to his appearance to bring him down. He had learned not to care if people were afraid of him. He had learned just how helpful it could be to be perceived as rough and intimidating. He was not ashamed to have the average man recoil upon one intense gaze from him.

Chibs Telford wore his ability to intimidate and frighten like a crown; appropriate for the King of SAMCRO.

Y/N Y/L/N had failed to feel any sense of intimidation upon first meeting the King of SAMCRO.

She felt even less intimidated now that she wore his crow inked over her right shoulderblade.

She sighed exhaustion flooding her body as she exited her car slamming the door shut behind her and locking it.

She made the short trek up the pavement heading towards the storefront that had once been Scoops and Sweets. The shop that had once sold ice cream and other sugary treats now operated as a home for Charming’s local outlaw MC.

As the club recovered and some money had begun to stream in, Chibs and the boys had been able to buy out Jacob Hale for ownership of the property as well as the few other abandoned storefronts beside it.

The space had been turned into a large enough clubhouse perfect to house what remained of SAMCRO.

The boys had remained in the porn business working with Lyla to film projects for Red Woody Productions though Y/N knew money was at times tight. There was a ton of competition in the world of adult entertainment.

The MC was surviving though; they were doing all they could to stay out of the red and keep going.

Y/N was not surprised to be met with a hug as soon as she entered the clubhouse. She chuckled, able to smell a hint of booze on her hugging partner’s breath as he spoke, appearing more like an overeager kid than a grown man. “Hey, Doll. Good to see you.”

“Hello, Tiggy. You doing alright?” She dared to ask, spotting the clear sign of intoxication on his features it was obvious that he was not abstaining from indulging even on a weeknight, though she knew she should not expect less from an outlaw biker.

“I’m alright. You want a shot?” Tig asked releasing her from the hug heading to the bar that had been added to the space upon a pricey remodel of the interior.

She managed to shake her head, her voice soft as she tried not to yawn. “Maybe later. Venus around?”

“Nah, she had a job tonight. Something involving a chastity device, paddles, cherry preserves, and whip cream.” Tig remarked a lovesick grin crossing his features at the mention of his ol lady.

Y/N raised a brow not sure she would ever get accustomed to the odd factors behind the chosen career path of one Venus Van Dam.

She pushed any questions from her mind about how those items might possibly be used together telling herself it was best not to know. “My old man around?”

Tig nodded off towards the staircase in the far corner of the room. “Upstairs in the chapel, been looking over the books for hours now. He’ll be glad to see you; old bastard needs a break.”

She shook her head, tempted to point out that if Chibs was old then Tig was just as ancient.

She kept the comment in saying nothing as she headed upstairs. She rolled her eyes as Tig called out to her a giggle leaving his lips. “Remember to tell Chibby to wrap it before he taps it.”

She made her way down the hallway passing by closed dorm rooms and walls lined with mugshots knowing the way to the club’s chapel by now even though she was rarely permitted to enter the space.

She did not bother to knock, creaking the door open a soft sigh leaving her lips at the sight of her old man bent over a stack of ledgers tension clear in his body.

He gazed up at her, a tight tired smile crossing his lips as he gazed at her over the frames of his reading glasses. “M’angel ye didn’t have to come up here.”

She shrugged her shoulders, sending him a crooked smile in response. “I have discovered that our bed at home is too big when you aren’t in it. Thought I might give the bed in your dorm room a try tonight.”

He let out a tired chuckle shaking his head as he replied. “Aye, sorry to disappoint ye, Love, but I migh not be makin it to my bed tonight.”

She furrowed her brow making her way towards him, her hand reaching out to press to his shoulder not surprised by the tension she felt radiating off of him. “The books won’t let you sleep?”

He sighed, shaking his head, his voice tight. “Fraid not, got too much to go over..thought we were gonna be more outta the red by this point. We were doin good fer a wee bit. I mean, we had enough to buy out the shops next to us and remodel…shite was doin good with Red Woody, Lyla found some new talent gotta a few new girls signed to do a few videos fer us…and we had a good few months where the money was pourin in…we got fuckin arrogant and spent more than we shoulda though with the clubhouse remodel, shite cost more than it shoulda. We didn’t anticipate things slowin back down. Doesn’t help that rival studios keep tryin to poach our talent. We’re hittin the red again. I’m sure ye know that though given yer role in the business.”

She let out a soft sigh nodding her head knowing that though she worked as an editor for Red Woody Productions, she was well aware of the financial struggles of the business. “Yeah, things have been stressful at the studio lately. The subscription service seems to be picking up, but the videos keep getting leaked to free sites.”

She could admit she had recoiled just the slightest the first time Chibs had shared with her just what kind of business the Sons were tied up in.

She could admit she had assumed the worst.

Meeting Lyla had soothed her preconceived notions about just what was involved with Red Woody Productions.

The offer to work for the porn studio had been a bit of a beggers can’t be choosers situation for Y/N.

She had been out of a job and out of a home when Chibs had come to her rescue. Chibs had insisted that he might be of some service as she’d panicked over what she was going to do without any home nor any money.

She had paled when he’d first mentioned the studio to her. Of course she had wrongly assumed he was suggesting she might want to work in front of the camera…in fact she’d maybe slapped him when he’d first uttered the words “I gotta idea, Love. The club I’m in…we got a production studio that will hire ye, porn.”

She had of course grimaced the second her palm had met his cheek and the anger in her had cooled off. She had been certain that she had made a dumb choice, slapping the outlaw biker who was so kindly offering her help in a desperate situation.

Much to her relief Chibs had not taken her slap personally and had quickly soothed any misunderstanding. “Ye said ye have experience as an editor, Lass. Ye did say that ye did that fer yer old job…I’m not suggesting ye make videos, I’m suggesting ye edit em. Our last editor quit on us, ye might be a good replacement.”

Y/N felt her stomach churn as Chibs let out a soft sigh glaring down at the books dreading her reaction to the words that were about to leave him. “The Irish got in touch with me…there’s interest in rekindlin our relationship at some point. I’m puttin it up fer a vote next week.”

“Filip.” She sighed, unable to say anything more, the information hitting her like a brick to the head.

Her touch to his shoulder tightened, tension of her own building in her body. She felt her stomach drop knowing the business Chibs was discussing returning to was filled with pain and violence.

She had not known Chibs Telford during the time the Sons of Anarchy had been involved in gun running for the IRA.

The club had been out of the gun business by the time Chibs Telford had come into her life.

She had heard the stories about those days though…she had seen Chibs wake in a cold sweat from nightmares about those dark days and the loss he’d endured from them.

“I know, Love. I know. I’m fraid we migh not have a choice though. If SAMCRO wants to survive, we migh have to get back into that shite. I hate it, but it ain jus my call to make…it ain’t jus my club.” Chibs admitted cringing at the clear fear written across his ol lady’s features.

He reached up, placing a gentle hand over hers as he spoke from the heart. “That was the mistake Jax kept on makin…the mistake Clay always made…the club ain jus the president’s. Choices bout club business need to be made in chapel. The gavel might be in my hand, but I ain the only one callin all the shots. I gotta put it up fer a vote, m’angel. If the lads want back in…I gotta take the Irish up on the offer.”

She let out a heavy sigh shaking her head. “You can’t just not put it up for a vote? I mean…you have to bring up the offer? You can’t just ignore the request from the Irish?”

“Fraid not, ignorin it would be me makin a choice on my own. Guns were club business long before I joined up with the Sons. Jax spent all his time tryin to get us out…he made a lot of choices on his own on the path of gettin us out…I hate gettin us back in, after all his did to…” Chibs started shaking his head, his throat growing tight, emotion building up in him.

She reached down wiping a stray tear that threatened to work its way from the corner of his eye, it so clear that the pain of losing Jax Teller was still fresh for Chibs Telford even years later.

He took a deep breath releasing it a shaky sigh leaving him. He managed to find the words leaning into her touch. “I loved Jackie Boy. I know he pictured somethin more fer the club…a lot of the shite that went down, Love…it was fuckin dysfunctional at best. Jackie Boy was a haunted man at the end. His demons tainted choices he made. Ye already know the whole story, so I won’t bore ye with shite ye already know. I don’t know if I’m a fuckin fool, thinkin I can do anything different from Clay and Jax. The gavel corrupts, that’s what one of my brother’s use to say. I’m tryin so hard not to let it change me. I am so lost, m’angel. I aint felt this lost since the gavel was firs put in my hand.”

Y/N did the only thing she could think to do. She knelt in front of him, gazing up at him, her hand sliding down his cheek caressing his skin. “You aren’t lost, Filip. You are not corrupted by power or fear. You have your brothers. I know it’s got to be so hard…knowing they all look to you for guidance. You just want to make the best choice for everyone. You’re right though…it’s not only your choice to make.”

He let out a shaky breath the words leaving him. “I can’t do this on my own, Lass. I know this shite scares ye. I know ye have heard the stories bout how bad it got…all the loss. I am tryin so hard to make sure shite is different this time, I need ye by my side. I need yer strength to get me through this.”

She let out a soft sigh a voice in the back of her head exclaiming that he was a fool to think she could leave him to face this on his own.

Filip Chibs Telford had been her salvation.

They had met at a highly unstable time in her life.

She could still remember their very first meeting.

She had left a stable job and friends to follow her then boyfriend Liam’s hairbrained plot to move across the country up to Northern California for some job opportunity he had taken.

She had reluctantly agreed to make the move with him, draining any savings she may have had to put towards the move, because of course her boyfriend was not going to fund it entirely himself.

Liam was not the world’s most considerate boyfriend. Honestly selfish would be the easiest way to describe Liam. He was more concerned with his wants and his needs. Y/N had grown accustomed to being an afterthought in the relationship.

Liam had chosen to react to their latest argument by shoving Y/N out of the Uhaul and tossing her purse at her before driving off leaving her in his dust.

It was an explosive end to an often explosive relationship.

Once the rage had faded Y/N had realized just how fucked she actually was.

She had been stuck out on some Northern California backroads with very little money to her name and zero cell signal.

She had done the only thing she could think to do; walk down the dusty road hoping she could find some sign of civilization somewhere.

Her sign of civilization had come from the roar of a motorcycle.

The rough looking man riding the Harley had looked just as shocked to see Y/N as she’d been shocked to see him.

Chibs was not sure why he had pulled over his bike. He guessed he’d just been alarmed to spot some pretty young thing walking down the road in a sweet looking yellow cotton sundress appearing so distressed.

She could admit she’d been alarmed by his appearance as he’d stopped beside her pulling over to the side of the road.

She felt ashamed as her eyes landed on the scars embedded into his cheeks she telling herself that it was so rude to stare.

She had spotted the leather kutte on his back next and the different patches sewn into the thick black leather; Sons of Anarchy, MC, California, Redwood originals, In Memory of Opie, President.

She felt her mind spin having briefly recalled a documentary she’d come across once on a lazy sick day in bed. The documentary had covered outlaw bikers.

She had scolded herself for recalling the memory, a voice in the back of her head snapping that just because this strange man appeared to be in a motorcycle club that didn’t mean he was some kind of criminal.

She had felt a strange sense of comfort when he’d spoken his accent not at all being what she had anticipated. “Ye alrigh, Love? What are ye doin all the way out here? Is yer car broken down?”

The Scottish brogue was pleasant and rich sounding. It felt like heavy velvet or thick ale across her senses.

She furrowed her brow at the thought. She had never thought that an accent could be so appealing.

When he’d peered at her over the lenses of the sunglasses he’d been wearing she had suddenly realized that the accent was not the only appealing thing about this man. He had lovely eyes; dark and soulful. His gaze fixed upon her and did not feel as though he was looking upon her with judgment. There was almost a sense of gentle concern behind his gaze.

She had studied him further spotting a pair of plush lips concealed under facial hair that was mostly silver. The hair on top of his head appeared to have been quite dark at some point but it also appeared to be peppered with quite a bit of silver as well.

She had not imagined she might ever find an older man to be so attractive.

She had shoved the thought from her mind, deciding to just spill her guts. “I got into a fight with my boyfriend.”

“He ditched ye on the side of the road?” Chibs blurted out a small frown crossing his brow, a sense of disapproval in his voice.

She shrugged her shoulders a soft sigh leaving her trying not to panic about the reality of her situation looming over her. “Something like that.”

“Ye need a lift home?” He offered the sense of panic weighing down on her all the heavier.

She felt the tears fall, ashamed to be falling apart in front of a total stranger. She had felt the words spill from her that sense of shame growing all the more palatable. “We were moving. I have no home to be taken to. I have nothing.”

“Shite, is there anyone ye can call?” Chibs remarked that look of disapproval on his face deepening to something she could not quite place; anger on her behalf?

She shook her head rapidly, her voice growing panicked. “I have no one. I don’t speak to my mother anymore and I don’t really have any friends outside of my old job, none that would care. He was all I had. I don’t know what to do.”

Chibs had taken her by shock as he’d spoken nodding to his bike. “Get on, Love. Let me take ye to get a bite to eat. We can get some food in ye and figure somethin out. I always feel better after a good bite to eat.”

Despite every warning bell going off in the back of her mind telling her not to get on a stranger’s motorcycle, Y/N had realized she had no choice.

She had told herself that perhaps this Scotsman was some kind of odd godsend.

Much to her shock as they’d sat at some greasy little diner not far from where Chibs had picked her up an offer had been made “I know a lass, an ol lady of one of my brother’s, Venus, she’d be happy to let ye stay with her while ye get back on yer feet. Now fer work…ye got any skills? What’d ye do before, ye mentioned a job?”

She had stared at him dumbfounded her mind going a mile a second. “I can’t do that, I appreciate the offer, but I’m sure this uh…ol lady you’re mentioning wouldn’t want some stranger moving in with her.”

“She won’t mind, she has a thing fer wounded wee birds.” Chibs had remarked not missing the grimace on Y/N’s features at the comment.

He was fast to speak again, reassuring her. “We all get wounded from time to time, Lass. Ain’t nothin to be ashamed of. Now, work, what’ye do?”

“Editing. I did some commercial work, some independent movies.” She blurted out her mind still going a mile a second.

Of course that had worked the mention of Red Woody Productions and a slap from Y/N proving she was less of a wounded wee bird than Chibs had proclaimed her to be.

The path from rescued wee bird to ol lady had not been a simple one.

Chibs had hated to admit that he’d been smitten with the distressed young woman he’d found on the outskirts of town.

He had felt guilty for the attraction. He had told himself not to pursue a thing as it would be a massive power imbalance.

Y/N had been just as attracted but just as reluctant to follow attraction telling herself Chibs Telford saw her as a wounded bird; something to help.

A friendship had blossomed; a flirty friendship but a friendship all the same.

Chibs had not been surprised that his brothers had adored Y/N. She had been a hard worker for Red Woody and she had such a sweet demeanor. It was hard not to like her. Venus had adored her; happy to take her in just as Chibs had assumed she would be.

Things had scooted along for months, a friendship forming and a certain romantic tension hanging in the air that neither had been willing to address.

The break in the romantic tension had come by the arrival of Liam to Charming.

He had shown up at the clubhouse of all places having finally tracked his ditched girlfriend down.

He had tried to coax Y/N into coming with him less than politely.

Chibs could still remember the words he’d walked up to his stomach churning spotting the distress on Y/N’s features as she appeared to be arguing with some arrogant looking young man.

“Are you serious, Y/N? What the hell is keeping you here?”

Chibs had felt the words leave him his chest puffing out attempting to give off the most unwelcoming energy he possibly could to the man. “I am. She’s stayin here Laddie, I think ye best go.”

Liam had scoffed at Chibs before glaring back at Y/N, his words harsh. “Who the fuck is this? Are you fucking him?”

Chibs didn’t have a chance to react because Y/N held her head up high, her words proving once again that she was no wounded bird. “Leave, Liam.”

“You can’t be serious? You’re fucking this freak? You always were demented, you know that? I never thought you’d become some kind of biker whore though.” Liam snarked the words cruel Chibs stepping forward ready to throw a punch.

Y/N spoke deciding to make a point even if she was partially lying. “I’m only his whore. He’s twice the man you ever were.”

With that she had put on quite the show turning to face Chibs yanking him down by his kutte her lips sliding along his the kiss deep and sloppy.

Chibs had kissed back once he’d gotten over the shock of the sudden act.

Apparently the kiss was enough to piss Liam off the man proving he was all bark and no bite as he stormed off screaming out expletives in Y/N’s direction.

As soon as he was out of sight Y/N pulled from the kiss apologies spilling from her lips. “I am so sorry, Filip. I know that was so uncalled for. I just know that guys like Liam don’t back off unless they think some other guy has a claim. I promise you I will never do that again.”

Chibs spoke, surprising himself and her by his words. “Please don’t promise that, Love.”

She gazed up at him feeling breathless as he spoke again, deciding to shoot his shot even if it scared the hell out of him. “It wasn’t uncalled fer. I want ye to that again…though I’d prefer ye to kiss me when ye aint tryin to make yer prick ex back off.”

He cleared his throat feeling less like the intimidating confident President of SAMCRO and more like a nervous older man who had not dated in far too long. “What I’m gettin at is…can I take ye on a date sometime, Love? We can try dinner before another kiss.”

He cringed fearing she was about to shoot him down and call him an old fool for thinking he had a shot at anything more than friendship.

His fears had died though as she leaned up her lips sliding along his cheek. “I would like that. Dinner would be nice.”

They had not looked back after that. She had become his beloved ol lady and the queen of SAMCRO.

It was a role she could admit she struggled to sink into. It was a role she was willing to take on for Filip Telford though.

Her mind pulled from the past as she spoke, her voice gentle and adoring. “I am here, Filip. I’m not going anywhere Baby.”

She spoke again, her hand leaving his cheek placing at his thigh sliding along the thick denim as she worked her hands upwards. “Let me take care of you, Baby. Just sit back and relax. Forget the books and let me make you feel good.”

He groaned, his head falling back she so easily knowing his body by this point.

She slid her hands along his belt unfastening it and working his jeans open as she spoke. “Lift your hips up, Honey. Let me take care of this cock.”

He groaned obediently doing as she said, she worked his jeans and boxers down his hips, he kicking them down to rest around his ankles.

She rested between his parted thighs, her lips pressing to his knees working her way up slowly sliding along his warm skin.

She pressed soft adoring kisses to his skin, her voice low and full of sweetness. “You work so hard, Filip. You take care of everyone but who takes care of you?”

“You do, Love.” He remarked gazing down at her his hand reaching down to stroke her hair as she worked her lips up his thighs.

She gazed up at him as she spat in her hand before reaching forward placing a hand over his waking cock giving it a few lazy strokes working a moan from him. She kept her strokes light and teasing as she spoke. “I love taking care of you, Filip. You deserve it.”

He groaned as she slid a thumb along his sensitive tip smearing a hint of precum leaking from him, her voice soft. “My sweet man, takes good care of me. My angel.”

He groaned at the statement a drowsy giggle leaving him at the last part of her statement. “That’s my line, Love. Trus me, I aint no angel.”

She spoke a playful glint in her eyes as she spoke. “You are a devil sometimes, but a tempting one.”

He did not have a chance to reply as she leaned forward, her tongue sliding along the sensitive glans of his cock. She wrapped her lips around him her plush lips heavenly on his heated member. She kept her gaze locked on him as she eagerly bobbed her head.

He groaned his voice thick with lust as she worked him, taking more and more of him with each bob of her head. “Fuck, Lass. Take it, Love.”

She moaned around him, preening at the low curses that left his lips. He spoke as she took more and more of him down her throat, the heat making his cock throb. “Ye are so perfect, Love. Jus takin my cock like this, fuck. This was jus what I needed, my girl always knows what I need.”

She moaned around his cock relaxing her throat, breathing through her nose as she took him even deeper, he hitting the back of her throat with a cry of her name.

She gagged around him, Chibs placing a hand on the back of her head stroking her hair as she held him there. He grunted, resisting the urge to thrust against her knowing that this moment was meant to be a little gentler. She was focused on taking care of him. This was not a moment for a rough fuck.

She pulled up of him a disappointed groan leaving him. The disappointment did not last she wrapping a hand around his slick cock stroking it, his hand sliding along her cheek caressing it.

She kept her gaze up at him not helping but to find him beautiful in moments like this where he was feeling only pleasure. In her opinion he deserved all the pleasure in the world after he spent so much time worrying and stressing over everything and everyone.

She was stunned as he pulled back from her his voice thick with desire. “Bend over this table, Love. Pull up this dress.”

She did as he said, pulling the little sundress she’d been wearing up over her hips as she bent over the Reaper table.

Chibs groaned approvingly as he stared at her spotting the little pink thong she’d worn today.

He was unable to resist reaching forward, giving her backside a swat wanting to make her skin so flushed she matched the pink fabric of her panties.

He spoke the need so evident in his voice. “Need to fuck ye love. Been fillin wound up all day. Need to find some release.”

“Please, Baby. Do it. Want you to feel good.” She replied turning her head struggling to gaze up at him as he shoved the chair he’d been sitting in back managing to stand over her.

He yanked the thong she was wearing down she kicking it across the room. He ran his hands down her thighs, a groan leaving him as he spoke. “Yer so soft.”

He ran his hands along her inner thighs close to her bare center moaning at the hint of wetness that he discovered. “Shite, Love. Yer so soaked ye dripped down here.”

He ran his fingers along her slit, a groan of approval leaving him as he slid one finger between her lips. He added another finger thrusting them and scissoring them wanting to make sure she was ready for him. “Ye feel so good, m’angel. Gonna feel like heaven round this cock.”

She rocked back against his fingers, a low giggle leaving him. “Christ, look at ye. So Desperate fer me that you’ll take my fingers jus to get off. This pussy has been longin fer me aint it?”

“Always longing for you, Baby.” She replied the comment, working a smack to her backside from his free hand.

She whimpered when he pulled his fingers from her he chuckling at the reaction. “Jus wait, Love. Gonna give ye something more than my fingers.”

He brought his fingers up to his lips suckling her wetness from them, a low moan leaving him. “Shite, when I’m less desperate to be in ye, yer sittin on my face.”

She moaned at the suggestion not having long to focus on it as he took himself in hand sliding his hard cock along her center teasingly a groan leaving him.

She whined, her body trembling with anticipation knowing she was so desperate to be filled by him. No one filled her as well as Chibs Telford.

She spoke knowing just what to say. “Fuck me, Please. Give it to me.”

He groaned a hint of amusement clear in his voice. “Greedy, Lass.”

He gave in, thrusting forward his cock stretching her as her heat enveloped him fully to the hilt.

He groaned, his hands resting at her hips giving them both a moment to soak up the initial first thrust it always taking their breaths away.

He’d never imagined that when he came across that panicked woman on the side of the road that she’d one day be bent over the reaper table with his cock buried in her pussy and his crow on her back.

He groaned, pushing her hair aside, giving him a full view of the crow inked into her skin. She moaned knowing exactly what he was doing. He loved seeing the tattoo on her; a reminder that she was his and that she was in this life with him.

She had never anticipated that the odd Scotsman who had come to her rescue that day she’d been abandoned by her ex on the side of the road like trash, would become the love of her life.

She would have never believed she could find comfort in a world that was so dangerous nor with a man who society told her would only cause harm.

Chibs and the world that come with him had given her a sense of comfort though. It was a sense of belonging she had never known. He was her salvation in more ways than one.

She spoke the need she felt for him growing. “Please, Baby. Love me.”

“Always, m’angel.” He groaned, rocking in and out of her his movement starting out slow and gentle wanting to soak up the feel of her.

She did her best to rock back against him but found it difficult the table and his body keeping her sandwiched and helpless to his ministrations. She had a feeling though that this was his intention.

She soaked up the feel of him rocking in and out of her so lovingly. He moaned from behind her the fact that she could not turn to see his face almost maddening. She adored how deep he managed to get in this position but found it frustrating to be unable to hold him or gaze up at him.

She made a silent promise to ask him to love her in a different position later; one where she could hold him and gaze into his eyes.

For now though she was happy to bend over the table in chapel and let him work out his anxiety and stress on her body. She was delighted to please him.

She gasped holding on to the side of the table digging her nails into the wood as she soaked up the feel of him sliding in and out of her, able to feel every vein and every pulse of him.

He was by far the most skillful lover she’d ever had and easily the most passionate.

He groaned, it not taking him long to give into need his thrusts growing more frantic cries of his name leaving her lips.

He spoke his voice thick with lust. “Fuck yes, Take my cock, Love.”

She whined reaching up to place a hand over her lips remembering that Tig was downstairs most likely within ear shot and who knew who else was around the clubhouse able to hear her cries of pleasure.

Chibs reached forward tugging at her hair pulling her head up his voice demanding. “Nah, none of that, Love. Take that hand off yer mouth. Don’t care who hears ye. Let em all know jus how good I fuck my ol lady. Let em hear me fuck my queen.”

She did as she was told a cry leaving her lips he groaning at the sound praising her. “That’s my girl, fuck.”

He released her hair grasping back down on her hips using them for leverage as his thrusts became a little rougher, more cries of his name leaving her.

She whined knowing if she wasn’t currently bent over this table she would have collapsed to the ground with as good as he was making her feel.

She had long ago figured out that being fucked by Chibs Telford was a full body affair. He had a way of completely overtaking her and fucking her stupid. He could make her cock drunk with very little effort on his part and the arrogant jerk knew it too and used it to his advantage.

He spoke, his voice teeming with adoration and lust. “Needed ye so bad tonigh Love. Fuckin stressed outta my mind. Needed ye to come fuck the stress outta me. My good sweet queen, knew I needed er, aye?”

“Yes, Baby. Wanted to take care of you.” She whined the admission making him moan his grip on her hips tightening.

She whined as he spoke. “Touch yer clit, know it makes it so much better fer ye. Play with yerself Love.”

She did as she was told, reaching between her body and the table finding her clit the action clumsy but so rewarding.

She rubbed circular patterns into the sensitive bud, her knees trembling his name spilling from her lips.

She whined knowing at this rate she was going to cum far too quick. Chibs may have claimed he’d been wound up needing release all day, but she had to believe that she’d been in the same boat.

That was part of what had led her to the clubhouse tonight.

She spoke not caring how loud the volume of her voice was growing “You feel so good Filip.”

“Aye, ye feel like heaven Lass. Hot, wet heaven.” He groaned his hips slamming into hers the sound of his skin meeting hers and moans spilling out filling the room.

She gasped the stimulation to her clit and his cock sliding in and out of her working her so close to the edge. Chibs Telford’s dick had zero right making her feel this good.

She spoke, unable to stop the words from leaving her. “How are you this good at fucking me?”

“Lots of practice, Love.” He remarked not leaving a hint of arrogance from his voice.

The comment was quickly followed up with a low moan as he spoke again. “Was practicin fer ye. Jus didn’t know it yet.”

She whined gripping on to the table all the harder her body shuddering as he found that one spot in her that made her practically see stars. She did all she could to thrust back up against him, her fingers not letting up on her clit a cry leaving her. “Please, Filip, I’m so close, so fucking close.”

He groaned at the admission, a low growl leaving him. “Fuck, m’angel. Yeah, ye cum on this cock. Let it go fer me.”

She continued to rub tight little circles into her clit, a coil winding up tight in her belly growing more taunt by the second the sensations almost too much.

“Oh, Fuck, Filip. I’m cumming, I’m. Oh” The words spilled from her dissolving into unintelligible cries as she fell apart underneath him, her body trembling her pussy clenching around him.

He groaned doing all he could to keep rutting against her through her orgasm, the sensation of her falling apart below him always taking his breath away.

He had never thought he’d be worthy of someone so stunning and so gentle and lovely. He had never thought he’d take an ol lady but now that he had found one he knew he would never let her go.

He groaned his words thick with lust “Yer so fuckin gorgeous, m’angel. Jus stunning cummin round my cock. Christ, ye feel so good.”

She pulled her hand from her clit, the stimulation too much. She moaned against the table pathetically, her body limp and overstimulated.

Chibs groaned not letting up his cock thrusting in and out of her soaked heat, she feeling even more sopping wet now that she’d cum all over him.

He spoke knowing he would not last much longer now. He groaned uncertain if it was a side effect from the painful fact that he was getting older now in his fifties, or if it was just that the woman who gave him the privilege of fucking her was so good that he couldn’t last as long as he may have in his twenties. “Where do ye want it, Love?”

She whined it hitting her lust worn mind just what he was asking. She spoke, the answer seemed so clear. “In me, Baby.”

“Aye, ye want me to cum in ye, Love? Ye want me to fill this pussy?” He groaned knowing that she was the only woman he’d been with in so long where this was even an option.

The fact that she loved him and adored him enough to even give him the option made him adore her all the more.

“Please, Baby. Do it. Want it.” She barely managed to work out as he felt himself fall over the edge, his thrusts growing sloppy and rough.

He let out a groan as he fell apart, his last few thrusts practically knocking her against the table as he came spilling into her in hot thick spurts.

He groaned the words low and satisfied as they left him. “Fuck yes, take it. Perfect lass. Love ye so much.”

He practically collapsed against her, pressing her down into the table, his body bending to rest over hers, they both hot and damp with sweat.

He groaned as he reluctantly slid out of her the mess they made dripping from her. He groaned as he fell back into his chair, a moan leaving his lips at the sight of his cum dripping out of her well loved center.

He reached forward sliding his fingers across her slit causing her to moan she feeling over sensitive a low chuckle leaving him as he gathered their mixed releases on his fingertips.

He reached forward, his fingers sliding along her lips. She obediently ran her tongue along his fingers cleaning their release from them a groan of approval leaving him.

He spoke a heavy sigh leaving him. “Come here, Love.”

She stood up ignoring the smirk on his lips at how wobbly she was as she stood up his cum dripping down her thighs making her cheeks flush.

He scooted back, opening his arms she happily standing between his parted legs allowing him to wrap his arms around her waist.

He held her against him, she wrapping her arms around him. She ran her hand along the back of his head he burying his face against her stomach as she spoke reassuring him. “I’m not going anywhere Filip. I mean it, No matter how lost you feel…I’ll always find you.”

She paused as he gazed up at her his eyes filled with awe. “I love you Filip Telford.”

“I love ye too, my queen.” He responded holding her all the tighter any worries he had about the future of the club were too far away to grasp.

He didn't know what the future held for the club, but he knew whatever it was he could manage it as long as he had her by his side.

#sons of anarchy #chibs telford #chibs telford fanfiction #chibs sons of anarchy #smut #chibs telford smut #chibs telford x reader #sons of anarchy smut

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marmett · 2 years ago

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i think the fallout fandom at large dont give the various groups of new vegas enough credit for what they have the potential to build in the anarchy ending. like, a lot of ppl like to focus on how they couldnt possibly find solutions to all the problems the mojave has unless they have the ncr/legion/house, but there are so many issues that the ncr and house created in the area that independent settlements are already finding their own solutions to. and just imagine how much they could get done w/o the ncr and house fucking around and making things worse.

like, westside developed an entire farming co-op! food supply issues are a major problem in the mojave. dr. hildern's idea is to raid a vault and use unstable scientific research to fix it, but westside is doing fine on their own. imagine what they could do when the ncr moves out and they can expand to take over their old fields too.

another food supply issue is w/ the early stage capitalism the ncr and mr house brought along, and the brahmin barons like heck gunderson who can fuck up the food supply chain on a whim. getting rid of ppl like that and returning to independent, community based farming would do massive good for the area, and it would possibly open up an opportunity for jacobstown to start trading w/ the rest of new vegas!

like yeah, they had issues w/ anti-mutant prejudices, but i feel like when relying on other communities becomes a necessity ppl will get over it. and westside is right there too, i dont think theyd have as big of a problem working w/ a super mutant community when mean son of a bitch is already a beloved member of their own community.

and yeah, security and protection would still be a huge problem, but westside again has shown that communities can take care of themselves! they had to deal w/ the fiends on their own bc mr. house and the ncr didnt rlly care abt them and left them to fend for themselves. novac also came up w/ their own solutions to protecting themselves w/ boone and manny. and maybe this is the optimist in me, but i think fixing supply issues will reduce the need for communities to protect themselves from other ppl.

anyway yeah. the communities in new vegas have SO much potential to build smth great. i love thinking abt it.

#fnv #fallout new vegas #westside is my fave settlement if u couldnt tell LMAO

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neozverse · 6 months ago

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central de rp indie br!

como eu disse antes, para aqueles que gostam de ter um plot base para jogar, criei algumas histórias simples que podem ser utilizadas por vocês. nesse post fixado, vocês vão encontrar links para os documentos de cada história, com informações importantes, além de um breve resumo sobre o universo. todos os plots aqui podem ser usados não só na tag indie, como em jogos de 1x1!

CONTRA-CORRENTE ○ ○ ○ baseado no universo do autor rick riordan e no rpg @anaklusmoshq, juntando as mitologias greco-romana. os personagens e acontecimentos dos livros são todos canon, porém atualmente uma nova guerra está ameaçando irromper.

CRIMSON REAPERS ○ ○ ○ baseado no universo do mundo das sombras, usando de base o rpg de mesa vampiro: a máscara. uma gangue de motociclistas vampiros em detroit, onde seus maiores inimigos são não apenas a segunda inquisição, como a camarilla e uma gangue de mortais, lutando por territórios e influência.

EXTINÇÃO ○ ○ ○ uma chuva de meteoros trouxe um parasita que transforma humanos em criaturas famintas por carne e extremamente violentas. as maiores cidades foram dizimadas, países como os estados unidos, índia e méxico tiveram seus governos destruídos, e apenas 15% da população mundial ainda luta para sobreviver mais um dia.

VALE DO SOL NASCENTE ○ ○ ○ uma cidade tranquila na região dos lagos, no rio de janeiro. baseada em cidades do the sims 3, oferece um ambiente tranquilo para desenvolver os personagens da forma que você bem entender.

SEOULITE ○ ○ ○ baseado no cenário do rpg @seoulitehq. três grandes empresas e seus artistas, sejam idols de grupos famosos, solistas, atores e modelos lutam para ter a atenção do público para si.

NEVERMORE ○ ○ ○ baseado no rpg @nevermorehqs, a escola da série wandinha entra para o mundo das sombras, aceitando tanto criaturas sobrenaturais como mortais.

SANCTUM ○ ○ ○ baseado no universo de my hero academia, x-men, the boys e gen v. escola preparatória para jovens com superpoderes.

ARCANTHEA ○ ○ ○ baseado no universo de descendentes. academia mágica de merlin para descendentes de contos de fadas e histórias fantásticas.

SAN ANDREAS ○ ○ ○ baseado nos jogos grand theft auto. uma metrópole dominada pelo crime e corrupção.

VERDALEZA ○ ○ ○ baseado em once upon a time. cidade para personagens canon, onde eles levam vidas normais sem lembranças de seus passados.

PINK PONY CLUB COMPETITION ○ ○ ○ baseado em realities como the voice, x factor e, principalmente, estrela da casa. competição de bandas para ganhar um contrato com a sony music.

CIDADE DO CREPÚSCULO ○ ○ ○ baseada no universo do livro radiante e dos dramas hotel del luna e missing. cidade de almas.

IRON WOLVES ○ ○ ○ baseado em sons of anarchy. uma gangue de motociclistas de detroit, inimigos dos crimson reapers.

DAETORTH ○ ○ ○ baseado no rp @daetorthhq. academia para anjos, demônios, elfos e bruxos inspirado em harry potter, o mundo sombrio de sabrina e fate: winx saga.

STARDEW VALLEY ○ ○ ○ baseado no jogo de mesmo nome. vila de pescadores, mineradores e fazendeiros.

MIDNIGHT HOLLOW ○ ○ ○ baseada nas cidades midnight hollow e moonlight falls, do the sims 3. cidade para criaturas sobrenaturais.

mais universos podem ser criados por você mesme, queride player. basta enviar sua história no nosso chat que sua criação será adicionada a esse post.

#rp br #indie rp br #rpi br

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minnophee-writes · 1 year ago

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Safe and Sound - Part 1

Fandom: The Purge: Anarchy

Pairing: Leo Barnes x Fem! Reader

Series Warnings: Violence, gun violence, assault, non-consensual touching, death, character death, murder, breaking and entering, knives, blood, mentions of abuse, mentions of past abusive relationship, single mother trope, slight smut, dry humping / grinding, strangers to lovers, attempted kidnapping, smut, oral sex, p in v, size difference, taller man / smaller woman, attempted sexual assault, attempted assault, attempted murder, sharing a bed trope, strangers to lovers, kissing, Leo being a good father figure, Leo is sexually pent up, rough kissing & gentle kissing

Chapter Warnings: Violence, gun violence, assault, non-consensual touching, death, character death, murder, breaking and entering, knives, blood, mentions of abuse, mentions of past abusive relationship, single mother trope, slight smut, dry humping / grinding, attempted sexual assault, attempted assault, attempted murder, sharing a bed trope, Leo is sexually pent up

Summary: When you're trying to bunker down in your poorly barricaded house with your young 8-year-old son it doesn't go to plan. A gang of unruly criminals come breaking into your home and you're forced to take your son and flee down the street toward your brother's apartment. On your journey there you're corralled into an alleyway, certain of death, but then a lone saviour comes to your aid.

Word Count: 4,413 words (damn, one hell of a part 1 o-o)

A/N: I love the purge series so much and when I first saw Leo Barnes I knew my horny ass was doomed. I haven't seen many new fics of this man and I'd like to fix that. Street names and apartment / house addresses mentioned in this story are made up and fictional but I did mention 2 well known places in America due to where the Purge: Anarchy takes place in (roughly).

You huddled with your young son Justin in your bedroom when the siren blared on the TV and speakers outside. The annual Purge had begun and you were terrified. You had been struggling to juggle being a newly single mother and working 2 jobs to provide for your child. Your salary at both jobs weren't the best and so with the money you did save up you could only afford a cheap, scrap metal barricade security system for your house. You highly doubted it'll completely keep out the looters that come out during the purge but you hoped you'll be able to keep Justin safe.

With Justin cuddled into your left side, on the right side laid a large axe, a hand gun, and a hunting knife. You wanted to be prepared in protecting your son so you weren't going to shy away from using force if necessary. The Purge was a brutal bloodbath, every year seemed to get worse and worse with disgruntled employees seeking revenge on their employers, old exes murdering in a sick act of "love", and twisted people who just like to watch others suffer for entertainment. It scares you, scares Justin, and this year would be his 8th year experiencing the Purge.

Distant gun shots were fired and you felt Justin flinch, his head burrowing into your chest for comfort as your body tensed around him. You wished he never had to experience this. If you had stayed with your ex you would be protected, fortified by the highest security technology only the rich could buy - the only downside is that you'd be going back to the abuse. The name calling, the subtle insults, quick taps to the face that escalate to forceful slaps, and hiding bruises that would slowly litter your body.

You left when you finally had enough. The last straw for you was when Kyle dared to stump out a cigarette on Justin's arm when he was only 2 years old. That night you waited until Kyle fell into a drunken slumber before you packed your bags, strapped Justin to your chest, and snuck out the laundry door then out the side gate. You fled down the road to the gas station where a nice elderly couple gave you a ride from Beverly Hills to down town Los Angeles. You had secretly been stashing some of your ex's cash so that you could afford a roof over your head but you knew that the money wouldn't last long which is why you work 2 jobs just to have enough for rent, food and any other basic needs. It didn't help that you lived in down town L.A but your brother lived in the area and you wanted to be close to family since Kyle made sure that you had cut ties with your family before moving to Beverly Hills.

Your brother Daniel was the only one who knew what Kyle had done and did everything he could to help you get on your feet. Daniel helped you raise and look after Justin, babysitting when you had a late shift at the diner, and sparing money for you when you needed it. He lived about a block from you, giving you the invitation to crash at his place whenever you and Justin wanted. Daniel opened the offer earlier that day, before the Purge commenced, but you declined. You lied about having a good quality security system but you didn't want to worry him, you knew you could get through this and protect Justin but as the night dragged on you started to doubt yourself.

"Mommy, I'm scared." Justin murmured as he clung to your shirt.

"Shh - its okay, sweetie. Mama's here."

You stroked his hair to calm him a bit, humming the tune of 'Bleed to Love Her' by Fleetwood Mac to coax your son to sleep. You hoped most of the night might be slightly peaceful so Justin could rest, you were tired yourself but made the effort to stay awake and alert for anything.

As Justin slept beside you your eyelids grew heavy after hours of nothing. The occasional gun shots and screaming could be heard from afar but nothing to be worried about. With nothing to stimulate your brain it was hard to stay awake and the echoing lullaby of slumber was calling to you. Your head dipped forward only to jerk up again as you fought it but soon your mind finally succumbed to sleep.

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A sudden crash woke you, you were a bit hazy from sleep but you were brought into the presence by the sound of glass crunching from within the house. Your pulse was racing as was your mind over what to do. You heard Justin's breath hitch and so you huddled him into your walk-in wardrobe before grasping your collection of weapons and hiding in the wardrobe. You hoped that it would possibly be one person deciding to rob your home, only one person to worry about - you could handle that.

A male voice rang out down the hallway and a second male voice responding, color drained from your face at the realization that there was more than one person - probably many more as more glass being smashed could be heard in the guest bathroom down the hall. Your mind raced with conjuring up a plan of escape, if you were lucky you could get Justin to crawl under your bed before quietly vaulting out the window into the front side garden while you kept watch.

"Okay sweetie, we're going to play a little game called 'Statues'." you grasped Justin's shoulders gently to grab his attention as you explained the plan. "We're gonna crawl to my bed and hide under it, once we get there we freeze like statues. When I say so we'll crawl toward the window and Mama will help you get out into the side yard, okay?"

"Yes, mommy." Justin nodded cautiously before laying on his belly.

At your signal you both inched to the bed while you glanced out your bedroom doorway to make sure none of the men had seen you or Justin. When you were under the safety of your bed you surveyed the hallway again, freezing and listening for movement from within the house. Rattling noises came from in the guest bedroom, porcelain shattering and rustling of cabinet drawers being opened aggressively. You nodded to Justin again to move toward the window while you trailed behind him with your stare aimed at the doorway.

Justin reached the windowsill and slowly tried to pry open the window. You assisted him once you crawled up behind him and prayed that it wouldn't creak as it widened but it seemed that whatever God was above wanted to spite you. The wooden frame stuttered loudly in the room, echoing down the hallway and all movement down there stopped abruptly. Your breath picked up as you shoved the window open and lifted Justin out and into the side garden in a panic, footsteps were approaching fast and so you tossed yourself out the window next to your son.

"We need to go - now!"

You grasped Justin's hand as you ran for the gate to get out to the road, the voices from in your home shouting at each other while a few stray bullets whizzed passed you. You picked up Justin and held him in your arms for protection, your legs carrying you as fast as possible - heading in the direction of your brother's apartment. Justin started hyperventilating in your ear from the shock of the sudden violence and narrow escape, his little mind racing to understand what was happening and where they were heading while your brain was rattling with the different thoughts of the fastest and safest way to reach Daniel's place.

You had passed a few other houses on the block when a loud explosion erupted from a couple of parked cars that sat down another street across the road, an armoured vehicle charged toward the T intersection before breaking hard in the middle of the road. You ran behind a tree on the block as a group of people hopped out of the small truck, large assault rifles at the ready and masks covered their faces. Some were cheering while others searched the area, you guessed for prey, to feed their sick idea of entertainment. You weren't sure if they'd kill on sight or capture you both to be tortured for pleasure and you didn't want to stick around to find out, you just wanted to take Justin to Daniel's and know he'll be safe when the sun rises in the morning.

Your body shook slightly from fear of being caught, you couldn't risk Justin being hurt - he was your little bundle of joy, your baby boy, and you weren't going to let anyone take him away from you.

Justin's sniffling and whines were getting loud and you tried to shush him, some of the masked men turned in your direction and alerted the others.

"Shh, baby, shh... we need to be quiet..." you whispered in desperation but a harsh yank of your hair shot to your scalp.

Rough hands grabbed you while ripping your son from your arms causing you to scream in distress. You thrashed in the men's arms to get closer to Justin when a blow to the left side of your face disorientated you enough for them to drag you to the middle of the street, more masked men surrounding you as another man held Justin in a tight grip. The stranger aimed a knife next to Justin's neck and your heart rate spiked in fear.

"No, please!" You begged, "I-I'll doing anything, please - just don't hurt my son!"

A man walked toward you and chuckled at you, finding your pleading to be amusing. He got down on one knee and leaned over you in a menacing manner which made you slightly shrink into yourself.

"'Anything', you say? Well I can think of a few things you could do to save your son." The man then suggestively groped his own crotch to imply his meaning.

A shiver shook through your body at the thought of doing anything sexual for these men and hoped you could convince them otherwise.

"My boss is the owner of the Drunken Duck bar, he has a safe in his office-"

"I don't care about his shit. I've got plans for you."

You were then shoved onto the asphalt, your back and side of your face pressed to the ground as you struggled to get the man off of you. Justin cried at the scene and your heart clenched at the thought of him witnessing something so horrific so you put more effort into fighting your attacker. The man had managed to jerk your pants and unzip his but you twisted your legs so that he couldn't remove your underwear which frustrated the masked man. He began to squeeze your legs to get you to release your hold but you screamed in defiance, swinging your small fists toward his face with all your might.

"Get off of me!"

"Shut up, slut."

The man gripped your throat harshly, choking you and making you lose focus. Your body flailed as you fought to get more air into your lungs, your legs kicking to get leverage, and your arms clung to his in an attempt to remove his hand from around your neck. Your vision was starting to fade but a distant roar of a car engine ricocheted through the streets, the man above you pausing his actions while his head swivelled to the right.

A black, armoured car darted from around the corner and swerved toward the group of men.

"Shit - open fire!" He boomed as the car rammed into a few of his men and into their own vehicles.

It was all a blur for you as oxygen entered your body, you rolled onto your stomach and surveyed where Justin was. He was laying on the ground a distance away from you and crying out for you.

"Justin! Mommy's coming, baby." You shouted.

You made your way over to him as bullets flew in all directions, your swollen eye made it hard to navigate but you pushed on as you got closer and closer to Justin. You got within a few inches from him when a swift kick to your stomach winded you and you were then shoved to the side, a heavy weight laid on top of you in the process.

"Mommy!"

The terror in your son's voice had your mind in a frenzy, you fought back against whoever was above you but you couldn't fight back against his hard-hitting blows to your face. Your consciousness was fading in and out, the bad seeming to spread across your body, and your strength dwindled with each punch. When the surrounding light growing faint the sudden pressure on top of you vanished - you could breath but you just laid there unable to move from exhaustion. Small arms wrapped around you and cold, wet droplets began to fall onto your exposed skin as Justin attempted to cuddle you but the shock coursing through his body was making it hard.

You cracked open your left eye, barely in better shape than your right, and gazed up at Justin, wheezes rattled your throat while you made an effort to move your arms to reassure your 8-year-old. You struggled to lift your upper body to sit up and fell back, Justin sobbing then exerted himself to lift you with his tiny strength.

"Hey, hey - stay awake, little momma." A calm male voice instructed, "I'm going to get you and your son out of here but I need you to trust me..."

Larger hands then touched your arms, your eyes shooting toward the culprit and seeing a slightly older man with messy dark hair, a sharp jawline covered in rough facial hair, as well as piercing brown eyes. Your mind went blank and you were suddenly aware of your dry mouth when no answer came out so you resorted to nodding your head cautiously. If you wanted your son to be safe and protected then you'll have to give some trust to this new stranger who seemed to have saved you from death.

"Good." he nodded then offered his hand." Leo Barnes at your service."

"Y-Y/N..." your voice croaked out painfully.

"Alright, Y/N just stay calm. I'm going to pick you up and carry you to my car - okay?"

You nodded again to save your voice and felt your body heating up at the strong, muscular arms that wrapped around you and lifted you with one arm tucked under your legs and the other supporting your back. You leaned your head against his upper chest hearing his heartbeat which started to lull you to sleep. Leo shook you slightly to keep you awake in case you have a concussion, Justin trailing behind the both of you to the car. Leo gently set you down on the passenger seat before helping Justin into the back seat and buckling you both in. The seatbelt pressed against a wound that you hadn't noticed before - guessing you must have been grazed by a bullet during the shoot-out, you fidgeted from the small, stinging pain as Leo got into the driver's seat and starting up the vehicle.

"M-my brother... lives on the corner... of Mcroyle street..."

"Just down here, yeah?" Leo pointed further down the street where a large apartment complex stood and you nodded.

Leo drove the few feet to your brother's place and helped you and Justin up the stairs to Daniel's apartment. As the three of you reached Daniel's floor Leo noticed that your brother's door was slightly ajar and he knew something was up.

"Wait..."

"What? Daniel's apartment is right there-"

"The lock is broken and the door is open." Leo stared at you for a moment before continuing, "Stay out here - I'll check it out and make sure it's clear."

You agreed and watched Leo creep into Daniel's apartment, the eerie silence made you anxious as no voices could be heard - not even from the other apartments which put you on edge further. Oncoming footsteps caught your attention and you saw Leo emerge from the apartment with a sorrowful expression. His face told you what you needed to know and the tears blurred your vision while they streamed heavily down your face, your hands covering your mouth to muffle the pitiful sobs from echoing the hallway you stood in. Justin watched on in confusion and distress - he was smart enough to understand something was wrong because of your visual state but wasn't aware of 'what'.

You hugged Justin for comfort as Leo strutted toward you both, giving you a few seconds to grieve before gently placing a hand on your shoulder. You looked up into his dark eyes with your teary ones.

"C'mon, it's not safe here. I have a secure place that you two can hide in until it's over." Offered Leo.

You swallowed while debating the option in your head but you knew it was your only option for Justin's sake.

"Okay..."

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The car ride to Leo's secure hideout was quiet. Justin fell asleep in the backseat a few minutes ago, you were leaning against the passenger door looking at the passing scenery as Leo focused on the road. The humming from the car engine was the only sound even if it was muffled, the air around you and Leo was gloomy from the previous events.

Before leaving Daniel's apartment Leo had searched for some pants for you since your encounter with the masked man had ruined them, your jeans had been ripped and torn in many places so Leo had found you a pair of your brother's gym shorts. The car's air-conditioning was starting to freeze your exposed skin on your legs and arms, the cool air causing you to feel the slight throbbing pain of your many bruises and wounds but you tried to focus on anything else but the discomfort. Without warning a warm, large hand rested on your bare thigh which caused you to jump in your seat - Leo apologized swiftly removing his hand trying to explain himself.

"Sorry, you looked cold so I wanted to offer some heat..." Leo's voice trailed off, probably thinking about how idiotic his reasoning sounded but you just shook your head with a small smile.

"Thank you." you caressed the spot where his hand once was, "I'm a bit cold, now that you mention it."

He gradually placed his hand back on your thigh and rubbed it to warm it up occasionally switching legs after a few minutes one each one. His body heat helped a lot with keeping your legs warm, the touching and caressing was shooting to your crotch making it pulse with want. Your face slowly started to blush at the thought of a rough looking man like Leo would be petting you and making you feel certain emotions that you haven't in quite some time.

Your logical brain was turning into mush has your horny thoughts flashed through your mind with multiple different scenarios which had your pussy throbbing and dribbling in your underwear - a little thought mortified if Leo were to feel the wet spot if he moved his hand more to the inside of your thigh but that didn't stop your body from relaxing and slightly adjust your legs to spread a little wider. An unexpected squeeze to your thigh jerked you back to rational thinking and you clenched your things abruptly.

"Woah, didn't mean to startle you." Leo glanced over at you with slight concern.

"I-I'm okay... Just a little jumpy I guess."

Leo quickly glanced down for a brief moment before staring back at the road ahead of him, you looked down to see his hand trapped between your thighs near your drooling pussy which made your eyes widen in embarrassment. You were too scared to move your legs because your anxiety would then reason that it would bring attention to the touch and you'd lose the warm press of his hand close to where you needed it.

Before you could continue your internal struggle the car slowed to a stop outside of what looked like an abandoned house in an old part of the city where not many people lived and the house was concealed by foliage and a long gravel driveway. Leo got out of the car to then unbuckle Justin from his seat and carried him inside while you gradually made your way inside after them. You saw that Justin was sleeping in the only bedroom you could see - that Leo had placed him in, while you crept over to the old, beat-up couch to sit on, finally giving your sore body a rest. Leo sat beside you with a relieved expression as he groaned, his legs spread wide and slightly nudged into yours causing your heart to shutter and your body to heat up again.

"Sorry if the place is a bit small. The house only has one bedroom but you and...?" Leo trailed off in an implied question.

"Justin."

"You and Justin can share that room - I can take the couch."

"Oh no, no, no! You've saved my son and I, and brought us to a safe place. You deserve the bed after all you've done for us." You pleaded, feeling guilty.

Leo shook his head with a chuckle, he admired your caring nature but could visually see that you needed the rest. Dark, heavy bruising littered your face and exposed skin, blood dried on your skin and a few cuts looked irritated from being dirty so his first priority was to clean you up and care for your injuries.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

During the whole process you couldn't keep your thoughts innocent when it came to Leo. From his rippling muscles, his messy hair, the way he would touch you, praise you when you winced at the sting of the disinfectant; and even the way he would stand close so you could smell his scent of gun smoke, leather and an earthy, cedar aroma. It made you light-headed, you subconsciously leaned into Leo's touches and embrace - every so often you would drift off to sleep in his arms only to wake up when Leo would wipe an antibacterial wipe on one of your wounds.

You were so drained that you barely had any energy to exert to move out of the small bathroom which lead Leo to picking you up again and carrying you to the bedroom Justin was resting in. When Leo settled you on the bed he went to move out of the room when you tiredly grasped his wrist and wined.

"Please don't go, you're warm..." You slurred, your tired state making you a little delirious.

Leo glanced at the bed, sizing it up and mentally calculating if there'll be enough room for all three of them. He looked down at your hazy eyes, you looked adorable when you begged and he just couldn't resist disappointing you. He moved toward the bed so you shuffled over to the middle of the bed as Leo climbed in, his body heat already warming you up better than the blanket that you were tucked under. When you both settled again you were facing each other, your breaths fanning over your faces, and your eyes were locked in an intense stare.

"Comfortable?" Leo asked.

"Yes, just a bit chilly but better than before..."

"Okay, good."

Your body gave a short shiver from the cold air that caressed your shoulder that wasn't under the blanket, you moved to remedy the issue when a heavy object wrapped around your waist before you were tugged into a toasty body. You hummed in approval, snuggling into the warm surface when a chuckle vibrated through your body causing your eyes to shoot open and look up at Leo, his eyes were closed as if to mimic sleeping but his deep laughter told you he was still awake.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Leo..." You mumbled until sleep finally sunk it's claws in, dragging you into its embrace.

Leo could hear faint snores coming from you as he made sure to keep you warm and to make sure you and your son were protected. Your soft skin and smooth legs pressed into him causing him to exhale in distress when he could feel a certain body part getting a little too excited about the physical contact. Leo's arms strained from pulling you closer into him but his cock began to throb in need in his pants. He tried to resist but you fidgeted in your sleep, rubbing your lower stomach and crotch against him and his body would respond the same - his hips would angle forward to press against you while you slept.

You gasped in your sleep except you didn't wake up, your breathing began to be somewhat laboured and your hips thrusted toward Leo's to chase the subconscious sensation of his rough jeans against your stimulated clit that was puffy and sensitive. Both hips worked in tandem with each other, your breathing getting louder and Leo's body tensing from the rising orgasm but suddenly his rational mind screamed at him.

'What are you doing, you bloody idiot!?' After what she's just been through and you do that? He stopped immediately but the sound of your unconscious whine at the loss of stimulation had Leo shushing you and cuddling you further to make up for teasing you. Movement behind you also reminded him of your son sleeping at the other side of the bed, a fair distance from you both but guilt and irritation wracked his mind at his thoughtless decision yet he just couldn't let you go.

His eyelids finally grew heavy, a yawn made its way out of his mouth before he rested his head on top of your head, his face burrowed into your hair because the flowery scent of your hair products lulled him into sleep. The three of you sharing a bed, Leo's shotgun propped against his side of the bed next to his pillow, and you and Leo wrapped into each other's arms.

Unbeknown to you or Leo, your three man group would be rudely awoken by a malice gang looking to cause more chaos before the night is over...

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garretthedlundbrasil · 3 months ago

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Garrett com o amigo Charlie Hunnam e o elenco de Sons of Anarchy na Big Texas Comicon.

#garrett hedlund

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roadtogracelandx45 · 9 months ago

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Reblogging cause why not. Let me know by comment or message if you want to be tagged in anything

i had someone asked to be tagged in my Top Gun Maverick stuff, would anyone else want to be tagged in it or any of my other stories?

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theesirenteller · 1 year ago

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𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡.

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ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ⇶ Sons Of Anarchy

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ⇶ Jax Teller

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴇsᴛ ⇶ Bluebell Luanne Buckley (original character)

ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ⇶ sᴇᴛ ɪɴ sᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴏɴᴇ; ᴛʜᴇ sᴏɴs ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʀᴀɴᴄʜᴇʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ʀᴀɴᴅʏ ʙᴜᴄᴋʟᴇʏ; ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sʟɪᴄᴋ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɢʟʏ ᴍᴜsᴛᴀᴄʜᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ʜɪs ᴄᴀʀɴᴀɢᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇᴀᴛ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇs ᴜsᴇғᴜʟ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪᴋᴇʀs. ᴛʜɪɴɢs sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ sᴀᴍ ᴄʀᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀ ʟɪᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ʀᴀɴᴅʏ's sᴏᴜᴛʜᴇʀɴ ʙᴇʟʟᴇ ɴɪᴇᴄᴇ. sʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀᴜ ᴊᴀx ᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ's ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ғʀᴇsʜʟʏ ᴘᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ɪɴ.

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The Blue skies of charming seemed a little bluer, the air a little crisper, and the sun shined a little brighter. Church ended faster than Jax expected but he was thankful. He now sat in one of the booths at the back of the clubhouse. His phone was clutched in his hands as he texted away with a boyish smile on his lips. " Hey. " Opie smacked his hands against the table, catching his friend's attention. " You coming with Tig and I to the titty bar? It's free taco Tuesday so Tig's pretty excited," he said.

" Greasy tacos and beer? sounds tempting but nah man, I've got plans. " Jax grinned as he stood up. Before Opie could question him further, The bubbly blonde rushed out of the clubhouse.

Today was Thursday. Which meant it was the one day a week that Jax and Bluebell got to have an afternoon date. And this time it was Jax's turn to pick their date destination. Some Instyle magazine at the gas station he'd passed stated women liked being pampered by their boyfriends. The list was long, stating different ways that a guy could pamper and spoil their girl. One option stood out to him…a salon trip. Jax had been to the salon only a handful of times with his mother and that was when he was a child. Gemma kept the same style at the Charming Salon. He didn't pay much attention to who attended and who didn't. This time around he passed by often and noticed that no one that had Bluebell's hair texture ever attended the salon. The few biracial and black women who went by the salon always came out with straightened hair. No fancy styles or anything he'd seen in Seventeen, AMINA, and Sister to Sister magazines at the gas station on the outskirts of town.

So Jax got creative. He surfed the web and came across a salon called Afrolicious Beauties. The website had ' Black Owned Business since 1961' and had endless amounts of photos of diverse black women with various hair textures and styles. The prices weren't outrageous either. So it didn't take Jax much longer after that to make an appointment for Bell. He loved her curly fro but was curious to see how she would look in a different hairstyle and he hoped she'd enjoy the pampering. The sunkissed biker wasn't sure what to exactly ask for but after a long conversation with a woman named Annie on the opposite end of the line; a deep conditioner and silk press were booked.

Bluebell finished her shift and bid her cousin Duggie goodbye before she sat outside awaiting her boyfriend. She wore a mid-length beige floral dress that had a square-lace embroidered neckline. The flowers on the dress were colored in rose pink with hints of periwinkle, and some touches of melon green. lace trim scattered around the bottom hem of the dress that stopped a few inches above her ankles. The dress had been her mother's and it was one of many that she found in the storage shed. her cowboy boots tapped against the wooden porch floor as she waited. Soon enough the familiar rumbling of a motorcycle engine filled her ears causing a smile to form across her face. Bluebell stood up on her feet and walked off the porch just as Jax rolled up in front of her.

The two smiled at one another like two love-struck fools the moment their eyes met. " Hey there beautiful, you need a ride? " The blonde flirted. His hand extended out.

" I would love to, thank you. " she giggled. her hand grasping onto his own as she got on the back of his bike. Bluebell snuggled his helmet onto her head and locked the clasp shut before wrapping her arms around his waist.

" Oh, Honeybee, you're wearing the shirt! You look so handsome! '' Bluebell gushed from behind him as she hugged him close. A few days prior she'd sewed him a light blue and white flannel that he currently wore. It truly did bring out the vibrancy of the blue in his eyes.

Tilting his head to the side, he had stolen a tender peck from her lips. " Thanks, babe," he replied. Jax loved it and knowing she'd made it special for him made his heart warm. He smiled like a kid on Christmas and waited until their date to wear it.

It felt like they were flying. Jax sped out of charming like a bat out of hell. The route was much different than their usual one and Bluebell sat wide-eyed in the back of him. The sun didn't seem to bother and the air felt like a kiss from god, soft and gentle.

The two soon arrived at a train station. Located by a long railway near the border of the highway eight miles away from Charming. Bluebell's eyes filled with inquisitive eagerness at the sight. A small barn-like area sat a few feet away from it where a handful of cars and bikes were parked. Jax averted his bike in that direction. Parking in Section Seven, spot 2B. A small coin slot machine sat in front of the spot. The farmer girl had gotten off first and Jax followed suit.

" We're taking a train," Bluebell stated. Excitement bounced off her words as she looked up at him.

" Yeah, babe. I told you I'd be taking us on an adventure. " he grinned.

After placing a toll fee of six dollars for three hours, Jax's bike was securely locked in. His arm draped around Bluebell's shoulder as he nuzzled her close to his side. The way walked the short distance to the station. Jax led them to the high platform where a total of eight people were. Bluebell hadn't asked where they were going, she was all for surprises and wanted to enjoy the ride.

" Thanks, Honeybee. '' she smiled. soon placing an adorning kiss on the side of his jaw. During their late-night hangouts and conversations about any and everything, she had mentioned wanting to ride a train. She'd seen the train in the movie Harry Potter once as a child and thought it'd be swell to experience that one day for herself.

" Don't mention it babe. " he hummed. A bashful blush scorched his cheeks as she hugged him tightly. The way she looked at him like he was a knight in shining armor or some prince. It made his throat go dry and the hair at the back of his neck sweatily smacked to his skin.

The loud tooting of the train engine caught the couple's attention and excitement sparkled in both of their eyes as it approached. " Train to Solana Beach approaching the station, please stand away from the platform edge." a robotic voice said through the speakers.

The couple stood close beside each other as the train came to a stop before Bluebell eagerly rushed in. Her hand tugged Jaxs as she went down the aisle. Singular and double seats were on either side of the aisle, painted in blue and cream-colored leather. Once located in the middle cart, a mischievous smile formed across Jax's lips. He swept his arms around her waist and with a swift motion tackled them both into a random double seat. a loud squeak and laugh escaped Bluebell's lips causing a few looks from bypassers to be shot their way.

" One of these days yuh ' gon break me in half Jax. I ain't some rag doll yuh' can mangle around. " Bluebell hissed. A faux upset glare on her face as her hands smacked against his arms. His goofy smile made her mirror him.

He said nothing. His eyes were wide with enlarged dilated pupils. Creases formed at the corner of his lids. Cheeks, ears, and neck kissed with the shade rouge red. The promise that she would be his forever laid within her mocha eyes. No words were needed. Jax nuzzled his nose against the side of her cheek, his rough hands cradled the side of her neck. Bluebell's scent reminded him of the strawberry milkshakes she drank religiously. Soft and airy yet sweet almost like strawberries covered in creamy vanilla with powdered sugar. How she always smelt so good remained a mystery to him. He knew the details of how she loved concocting oil in her kitchen but good lord. his lips pressed gently against the crease of her exposed collarbone.

Jax's acts of adornment made Bluebell's heart flutter. She never felt this feeling of being loved and safe before. Was she living in a fairytale? How had she become a princess? She felt more than a farm girl in his arms. Bluebell felt like the girls she'd seen in sappy afternoon Hallmark movies. Jax gave her a feeling that could only be described as seeing the sun for the first time, that feeling shook her down to her core. She breathed him in. Drank in his affection. Craved the taste of cigarettes and bitter beer on his lips. Needed his heavenly smile and sapphire eyes to settle on her for Bluebell to function properly. This had to be love. Love was pure. Love was unexplainable. Love was strange. Love was invincible. Love was feeling like the only two people in the world. Love wasn't real, it was something that you could touch. It was an emotion that came as easy as breathing. Love felt freeing. And by god Bluebell Buckley felt all of that and more that couldn't be put into words for Jax.

Her warm arms embraced him, wrapped around his shoulders with her chest pressed against his. Tender kisses were stolen from one another. The two only pulled away to laugh or for Jax to show their tickets to the aisle clerk. His arm draped over her dress-covered thighs as they two looked out the window. Ever since he and Bluebell had gotten together Jax had gotten a chance to venture outside of Charming for fun instead of for club business. Girls were hot in every city or town but none compared to his Bell. A Samcrow member from Washington he'd met on the road had no problem gushing about how great his old lady was. Jax remembered the twenty-six-year-old man saying " It's nice to be married. You slutty fuckers are missing out. "

Jax and Bluebell weren't married and despite laughing alongside his brothers, Jax could relate to an extent. Despite not being sure of the future or worrying about it, one thing Jackson knew was that Bluebell would be his old lady. He couldn't imagine marrying anyone else. Who else would make him feel this way? Jax could bet a hundred dollars not even his parents experienced this type of love. Where being touch starved never existed. Never feeling angry and always being happy was all there was.

Twenty minutes later the young couple arrived at Palm Tree Paradise. The city was diverse, families of different ethnicities walked the streets. The scent of different spices and food vibrantly roamed the air. Bluebell grasped Jax's hand as she walked closely beside him with a smile on her lips and wanderlust in her eyes. The pair passed a series of small shops that sold everything from clothing to trinkets to hair accessories and food. Everything was so colorful and pastel. Jax eyed a leather apparel shop as they passed by it. Both men's and women's apparel was displayed and the various cuts and styles caught his attention.

They'd passed by a few more shops before arriving at the hair salon. The display on the outside of the salon was bright purple. Bluebell looked through the shop window before looking up at Jax with a confused expression. " Surprise babe. I booked you a salon appointment. figured some pampering outside of Charming would be fun. " he grinned.

Like a child being given a puppy Bluebell squealed and hugged him " Aww Suga! Thanks, Honeybee. " They both hugged and laughed.

" Don't thank me yet babe. Wait until it's all done. " He replied as he took her hand in his own, going inside.

" This is gonna be so fun. " Bluebell whispered to herself from behind him. She practically hopscotched into the shop.

The place was lively. Various plants scattered around the purple-colored salon. Fancy leather chairs and the speakers played Erykah Badu's On & On, giving the shop a more cozy and tranquil feel to it. The place smelled of Lavender and Sage mixed with the smokey scent of flat irons and floor cleaner. The woman at the front desk was beautiful. Smooth golden brown skin with honey blonde hair, busty and built curvy. She had a phone placed against her ear and smiled at the pair.

" Hi! I'm Bluebell. " Bell greeted cheerfully. Her smile is bright and welcoming. Her accent is heavy.

" I'm Jax, I'm looking for Annie. I booked an appointment for 2;30. " Jax spoke up from beside her.

" I'm Annie. Nice to meet y'all. " The hairstylist smiled. her attention was directed to Bluebell `` Are you from Georgia? Your accent is adorable. "

" I am! Have you been there ma'am? " Bluebell replied. She and Jax followed behind Annie as she led them through the busy shop. Bluebell waved at a few people who stared at them.

" Mhm. I've got family all up and through there. Have a seat, honey. " Annie replied as she patted the salon chair at the washing station.

Jax already felt a bit out of place due to pure boredom. Also, he was thirsty since the ride was long and the drinks on board were overpriced. As Bluebell took a seat, he asked her " Hey Bell you good here? I'm gonna go get a drink and check out this shop I saw. Do you want anything? "

She looked up at him as a black cape was placed over her " Mhm. I'll be alright. Anything sugary be fine, maybe a strawberry milkshake. " she replied.

A smile spread across his lips as the golden-haired biker smiled and swiftly pecked her lips. " Strawberry milkshake got it. text me if you need me," he reassured. When she nodded in agreement he strolled out the shop.

" He's a cutie girl and damn sure seems smitten with you. " Annie commented. " How long y'all been together? " she asked as she began washing Bluebell's thick coils in cool water. Annie started the wash with a rosemary clarifying shampoo and sea salt scalp scrub.

Bluebell closed her eyes and smiled with glee as she began to enjoy the service. " Thank you, ma'am. We've been together for a month and three days. Jax is the cutest boy I ever did see. Cutest in our town. " she said. pride in her voice.

Annie chuckled to herself. Young love was so sweet. " Cutest in town huh? That ain't hard to believe. Where are y'all from anyway? "

" Mhm. We're from Charming. " The moment she said the name, a few women in the shop stopped talking.

" Oh, chile hell no. I heard from my cousin Ricky that them redneck Aryan warriors live there. Them fools are dangerous and love to skin and do all types of fucked up shit to black folks. " An older woman spoke up with a head shake.

" I hope your man is protected girl cause them fools get batshit crazy when they see one of their own with a sista. " Another hairstylist said.

" Oh geez. Well, Jax is well protected. I don't live too deep into town. I live with my uncle and cousin on our ranch. '' Bluebell reassured them. The conversation continued and jumped to various topics. Bluebell was given a deeply nourishing coconut and honey hot oil treatment whilst the ladies all chit-chatted.

Meanwhile, Jax went into the leather shop he'd been eyeing. It was a second-hand rare-find shop. The small space was filled to the brim with various pieces and a lot of them reminded him of jackets and vests his dad owned. A particular jacket caught his eye. It was black with a glossed shine of midnight blue with skull patches, a lucky 18 patch, and a 'skull's island forever' engravement on the back. Jax was sure this was the exact jacket his father John owned before he died. Six months before to be exact.

" That one's forty bucks. ten percent off if you buy a second jacket. '' the shop owner said from behind him.

Jax turned around with the jacket in hand and faced the man who looked to be in his sixties. " Where'd you get it from? " Jax asked.

" Somewhere in Ireland a few months ago. This chick I was shacking up with had a ton of pieces like that she got rid of. " The elderly man informed him.

Jax sucked in a breath as he nodded. " I'll take it." he agreed. '` Where are your women's jackets? " He was soon directed to a rack a few feet away. The bright pastel colors or tacky writing like 'Sex on legs' writing on the back of the jackets made him want to vomit. He kept swiping through the racks until one in particular caught his eye.

'Total badass' Jax thought to himself as he picked it up. Cropped, midnight black genuine leather with customized silver bullet-shaped studs covering the whole exterior. Bigger spikes stuck out of the wrist and shoulder area. It was fairly small and the size inside read ' medium '. It may fit slightly oversized on Bluebell but Jax was positive it was made for her. His girl would be the hottest babe in Charming riding out the back of his bike with a jacket like that. Excitement bubbled within him as he nearly drooled imagining her in nothing but it on and maybe her cowgirl boots. He quickly brought both to the front counter.

" Ah, nice choice. " The owner commented. " Eighty bucks kid," he added.

Jax dropped four twenty dollar bills onto the counter with a smirk " Pleasure doing business with you. '' Once the items were bagged, Jax collected them and left. He walked along the boardwalk searching for an ice cream place but stumbled across a bar instead. Sending a handsome smile to a few blondes that smiled his way, he entered the bar. It was a small place that looked like a cramped cabana. people his and Bluebell's age all hand beers and fruity-looking drinks in hand.

He took a seat at the bar and ordered himself a beer. His ocean-blue eyes fell to the menu that was tapped to the counter. a drink called ' Blueberry Blaster' stood out to him. It consisted of cream soda, rum, blue Curacao, and blueberry syrup with vanilla soft serve on top with pineapple pieces. Sounded super sugary and Jax was sure Bluebell would like it.

When the bartender who looked no older than twenty-five slid Jax the beer, Jax ordered two of the Blueberry Blasters to go. A busty bleach-blonde babe with orange-tanned skin soon sat beside him as he took his first sip. " Haven't seen you around here before. You're a sight for sore eyes. '' she purred with a low raspy voice.

As Jax turned his attention towards her, the blonde slipped her wide-framed pink shades onto her head. Her natural pale skin circled her eye area which badly contrasted the orange tone of her tan. Shimmery red lipstick on her lips.

" Wish I could say the same. " He replied as he stood up from his stool. His drinks were brought to him packaged in a cardboard carrier. Jax slipped his total of twenty bucks onto the counter. Smiling at the blonde who shot him an icy glare before he left.

Jax prayed Bluebell was done or near done. He hated the smell of burning irons. His mother's flat iron stuck up in the bathroom often. He set the carrier on a bench a few stops away from the salon and took a seat. The eighteen-year-old enjoyed his beer as he watched the ocean waves. The chilled beverage quenched his thirst as Jax thought of how cool it'd be to live on the beach and enjoy beers like this while working on his bike. Then later on when the sun would go down he and Bluebell would enjoy dinner on some patio somewhere nice. ' a man can dream ' he sighed to himself, finishing his beer in two more gulps. His phone vibrated in his pocket and once he fished it out he read over a few texts. two from Gemma telling him to not forget to bring home salsa and guac. one from Opie asking what he was doing and the latest one was Bluebell telling him she was done.

Jax swaggered his way to the salon and once going inside Annie greeted him first at the front counter. " She's in the restroom. " Annie informed.

" Thanks. " He smiled before paying the tab.

"Honey Bee!" He was caught off guard by tightly being hugged from the side by his bubbly babe. Jax turned and returned the hug before taking a step back. It was then he stopped breathing. His sapphire eyes grew wide and his mouth gasped as he eyed her. Bluebell looked like an absolute bombshell! Her dark brown almost black colored hair was blown out in layers that stopped at the middle of her arms, just above her elbows. The fluffy full waves framed her baby face and Jax thought he'd pass out right there. Abruptly Jax picked her up with his arms wrapped around her thighs as his lips crashed into hers. Bluebell released a giggle against his lips as the women around them awed and some clapped. Her hands cupped his face as their lips moved against one another sweetly… Jax's lips caressed hers with a meaningful peck as he carefully set her down " You look like an angel Bell. " he complimented. His words are adorned with tenderness. " No need to give me a heart attack. Jax joked earning a smack to his arm.

" Here you go bein full of cow poop again. '' Bluebell giggled. " Thanks, baby. " she expressed it genuinely. Bluebell waved goodbye to everyone and promised to come by and see them again before she and Jax left.

His arm was around her shoulder as he walked proudly beside her. " These look yummy! " Bluebell commented as she held their drinks. Jax led her to the bench he once occupied and Bell sat on his lap. " What are they ? " she asked.

" They're called Blueberry Blasters. They've got vanilla ice cream, pineapple bits, blueberry syrup, and uh…" He paused before finishing. " They've got liquor. Remember those wine coolers we tried last week? '' When she nodded he proceeded, " Something like that but a little stronger babe. "

Bluebell had only drunk once before and those were merely coolers after a late-night trip to Dairy Queen. They tasted good but were a little strong and made her feel all hot on the inside. These looked much more tasty. " Okay. '' As long as Jax was by her side, the farmer girl felt confident and open to try new things like this. Popping open the plastic spoon-straw contraption from its wrapper, she took one of the drinks into her hands. Jax watched as Bluebell sipped slowly. Her pupils expanded as the sugary sweet beverage went down her throat. Sweet, and fruity, and the bitterness of the alcohol was barely there. Masked by a sprite-like fizzle effect. " It's so good. '' she smiled as soon as she pulled her lips from the straw. Bluebell followed it up with spoonfuls of the soft serve. Jax chuckled in response before Bluebell shared hers with him. And even he could admit it was good. The pair got back on the train just before the sun was ready to set. Cuddled up in each other's arms with gleeful smiles plastered across their lips.

#theesirenteller fanfic #theesirentellerstories #jax teller fics #jax teller x blk!oc #Jax Teller x Bluebell Buckley #Jax Teller x Bluebell Teller #Jax Teller; Little Miss Dairy Queen

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lexicmarshall · 5 months ago

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Alexis sighed as she knew she had to come clean as this was the part of her life she tried to avoid. She even used her mother’s name Williams as she did after she moved away from home. Now she was working at the Jeffersonian institute as a liaison for some units and as a need basis. But when Jax had called lockdown she knew she had to go. And she knew Luca would question why she was going to California o the other side of the country for no apparent reason.

Alexis l sat down in the couch and told him about her birth last name was teller and her ties to the sons of anarchy and her brother being the president and her biological father being the former president. And she knew for one thing. She wasn’t going to be going alone. “I haven’t even told camile my boss yet. Your the first I told”she sighed

She heard her phone ring and she sighed as she saw the name Jax-brother pop on the id as she put it on speaker. “Where the hell are you lex. Lockdown was called two days ago.”she looked over at Luca as she thought of something to say. “Jax. I. I had a lot of work to do at the office.” She had told her family that she was doing a rotation at the local hospital as an administrator. Not her real job at a crime lab.

“So. Fuck. You know what I do sis. Either your on the next plane to charming tomorrow or I’m driving to dc to get you myself. Got to go. Happy has some updates. And lex. I’m serious.”

She heard him hang up as she just looked at Luca as she didn’t know what to say honestly as she Knew his work with the violent crimes division of the fbi. She knew one of their biggest wanted persons was Jax.

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princessmisery666 · 2 years ago

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Daily Mixes Challenge - 2K follower celebration

I wasn't sure about doing a follower celebration as I'm quite sporadic with posting but I just surpassed 2K followers, I will be celebrating my birthday in May (the same day as Sam Winchester), and my blog will be turning 3 and I wanted to celebrate.

A multi-fandom challenge with no end date for sign ups or posting entries.

Music inspires me in my day to day life and as I have progressive hearing loss I listen to A LOT of music. I want to consume as much as I can before I can’t do it any more.

So my challenge is this: send me an ASK picking one of the below categories:

Daily Mix 1

Daily Mix 2

Daily Mix 3

Daily Mix 4

Daily Mix 5

Daily Mix 6

Pop

R&B

Hip Hop

Dance

Rock

Metal

2010s

2000s

90s

80s

Chill

Happy

Upbeat

Romantic

Moody

I will hit shuffle on the corresponding Spotify playlist and give you the first song that plays. You then have to write a fic or create a mood board, aesthetic or piece of art based on that song or the feelings it gives you.

More Info below the cut.

I will make sure no one gets the same song.

For anyone who doesn’t use Spotify, it creates “made for you” playlists that are personalised to your tastes and they change from day to day. It changes DAILY, so I don’t know what song you could get. I listen to anything from cheesy pop to hardcore rock.

Info & Guidelines - cause no one likes rules:

Fandoms I’m interested in but you can write for any fandom you wish. Supernatural, Marvel, Top Gun: Maverick, DC, Shadow & Bone, The Witcher, Outer Banks, Yellowstone-verse, Sons Of Anarchy. And probably more feel free to ask.

Bonus points for: Sam Winchester/Jared Padalecki, Sam Wilson/Anthony Mackie, Erik ‘Kilmonger’ Stevens/Michael B Jordan, and Geralt/Henry Cavill.

MARVEL NOTE: I won’t read Tony Stark fics. He can be a supporting character but I won’t read anything that is centred around him. Sorry. I have a reason for this that I’m happy to discuss but it’s a bit dark and this is supposed to be fun.😉

Feel free to combine this with any other bingos/challenges you are partaking in if they allow the same.

Can be fluff, smut, angst, kinks, crack, A/B/O, AU’s whatever floats your boat. Dark themes welcome.

Any and ALL trigger warnings must be highlighted. I’ll step out of my comfort zone and read anything - except Tony Stark, paedophilia, necrophilia and scat play (don’t look it up).

Any and all ships welcome.

Can be reader insert, 1st/3rd person, OC or character’s POV. Whatever you prefer.

Fics can be any length, but PLEASE use a ‘keep reading’ line for long posts or fics over 500 words.

If the song you get doesn’t spark any inspiration, there’s no pressure to do it, and feel free to ask for another.

Can request as many songs as you want.

You don’t have to be following me.

No end date for requests

No due date for entries.

Use the tag #666DailyMix so I can find it and don’t forget to tag me in your work.

Would appreciate a reblog for a signal boost

I will reblog all entries

I will create a master list and update whenever there is a new submission

#666DailyMix #music #music asks #music challenge #follower celebration #signal boost #music is life #music is my drug of choice #supernatural #top gun maverick #marvel #DC #The Witcher #fanfic #fiction #aesthetic #moodboards #anything goods #all fandoms

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 2 years ago

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Murphy's 500 Followers Celebration!!

masterlist.

in honour of this very exciting milestone, I thought I'd have a little celebration. i'm going to be writing short drabbles of your choosing!! i've created a prompt list, but I am absolutely encouraging your own ideas x

how to request -

pick a category - fluff, angst or smut

pick a character - there is a list below, but I am open to more suggestions!!

pick a dialogue prompt and/or a scenario prompt - there is a list below - feel free to choose multiple!!

then, send it in to me!! use the button at the top of my page, or request here !!

I'm gonna start writing next week, on 22/04. maybe earlier if I have the time. feel free to request multiple drabbles- the more I get sent, the more fun we'll have!!

Categories -

☀️ Fluff

🌧️ Angst

🔥 Smut

Characters -

Top Gun Maverick

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

Robert "Bob" Floyd

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The Last of Us

Joel Miller

Tommy Miller

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Marvel

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Stucky

Sam Wilson

Matt Murdock

Frank Castle

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Succession

Stewy Hosseini

Kendall Roy

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Triple Frontier

Will Miller

Frankie Morales

Benny Miller

Santiago Garcia

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Narcos

Javier Peña

Steve Murphy

Colonel Carrillo

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The Bear

Carmen Berzatto

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Sons of Anarchy

Jax Teller

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9-1-1

Eddie Diaz

Evan Buckley

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Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Luke Alvez

Derek Morgan

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Dialogue Prompts -

1. "You love me?"

2. "Don't go on that date."

3. "Will you let me cut your hair?"

4. "Marry me."

5. "It's always been you."

6. "You're my best friend."

7. "You were my first love."

8. "I had a dream about you."

9. "I saw this and it reminded me of you."

10. "I have something to tell you."

11. "I thought you hated me."

12. "Is that all you got?"

13. "In your dreams."

14. "I don't deserve you."

15. "Talk to me."

16. "Is that my shirt?"

17. "I would choose you over anyone."

18. "You look so pretty like this."

19. "Most beautiful sound I've ever heard."

20. "You're killing me." / "You're gonna be the death of me."

21. "Just like that."

22. "Use your words."

23. "Good girl." / "Perfect girl."

24. "You like it when I'm mean to you?"

25. "Let's get out of here."

26. "You don't want them to hear, do you?"

27. "I need you."

28. "Let me see those eyes." / "Keep your eyes on me."

29. "Tell me what you want."

30. "I can't get enough of you."

31. "Wanted this for so long."

32. "Can I touch you?"

33. "Been thinking about you all day."

34. "You look so pretty on your knees."

35. "Better than I ever imagined."

36. "Let him watch."

37. "Let me hear you."

38. "Tell me you're mine."

39. "I'm yours."

40. "I love you."

41. "Don't you dare walk away from me."

42. "I can't do this anymore."

43. "You don't deserve me." / "I deserve better."

44. "Was any of this even real?"

45. "How stupid do you think I am?"

46. "Please don't leave me."

47. "I wish you were here."

48. "Do not raise your voice at me."

49. "Stay. Please."

50. "Don't tell me to calm down."

Scenario Prompts -

a. Kissing in the rain

b. First kiss

c. Electricity blackout

d. Camping

e. Heatwave

f. Childhood best friends

g. Grumpy / sunshine

h. Fake dating

i. Only one bed

j. Moving in together

k. Finding out you're pregnant

l. Catching eyes in a crowded room

m. Keeping the relationship a secret

n. Blind date

o. Reunion

p. Meet cute

q. Cheesy pick up lines

r. Exes

s. College friends / lovers

t. Roommates

u. Coming home drunk

v. Singing together / dancing together

w. An accidental kiss

x. A bet

y. Brothers best friend / best friends brother

z. Reading to each other

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these are just suggestions / jumping off points!! if you have an idea you'd like me to write a drabble for, just send it over. can't wait to see what you lovely people come up with. excited!! as always, so much love x

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wrestlersownmyheart · 9 months ago

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"Her Outlaw Hero" (Sons Of Anarchy-Chibs Chapter fic) Chapter 5

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the Original Characters in this story. I am only using Kurt Sutter's characters from Sons of Anarchy. He created the characters and the show—I am in no way taking any credit for his creations. This story is for entertainment only. Content/Warnings: Violence against both men and women including rape. Summary:

Adelaide Watson is fleeing Tennessee—on the run from her violent past.

When she has a car accident on a lonely road in Charming, California, she has no choice but to walk to town for help. But help comes to her instead. In a very unexpected way.

Chapter 5

Tara was scribbling out a prescription for some pain medication while Chibs got Adelaide Watson settled into a bed. He quickly placed a pack of ice in each of her armpits, underneath her back and neck. Then hesitating for a second, but knowing what he had to do to help the woman, he hurriedly placed another one at the juncture of her thighs. Then he covered the woman lightly with a dampened sheet to aid in keeping her cool. He finished by aiming a fan at her and turning it on the high setting.

Adelaide whimpered lightly, and her head shifted on the pillow. "Mmm…Cold…" she murmured incoherently in her sleep.

"I know," Chibs told her softly. "Just hang in there. We're gonna get you well." He touched her forehead lightly, and looked over at Tara across the room. "She seems to be staying cool so far."

Tara nodded. "Be sure and keep a check on her actual temperature though. Every twenty minutes. If it approaches 104, get her back in an ice bath."

"I will," Chibs replied slowly, watching intently as she wrote on her prescription pad.

"What is it," she asked, seeing the concern on his face.

"Maybe you shouldn't write her a prescription after all," Chibs stated, obviously thinking it over. "If someone truly is looking for her—someone she's obviously afraid of, a scrip would leave a paper trail."

"Well what else can I do," Tara asked, a frown crossing her face. "When she wakes up she'll be in pain. She's going to need something."

"Write it out for me," Chibs suggested. "That way, she'll have access to the pills, but they'll be in my name so it won't help anyone find her."

Her hazel gaze stared him down for a moment, deep in thought. "Why are you doing this," she asked. "I mean, you're asking me to break the law in writing a false prescription, all for a woman you don't even know."

Chibs shrugged, at a loss for words. "I don't know, really. I just…"

"Does this have anything to do with Fiona's death?"

Chibs' dark eyes shot to hers in an instant. "No. Why would it?"

"Well, Chibs, it doesn't take a shrink to see the possible connection. You feel guilt because you couldn't save her from Jimmy O' Phelan before you were able to kill him. Maybe you're trying to make up for that somehow..."

He shook his head. "No. I cared about Fi, and it kills me that I couldn't save her. But it's got nothin' to do with this woman," he indicated Adelaide with a slight nod of his head in her direction. "I just want to help her get well. She's a scared, defenseless woman who's running for her life. She needs our help."

Tara stared at him skeptically for a moment but finally nodded. "Okay." She ripped up the slip of paper she'd been writing on and started a new one. She wrote on a another one and then handed them both to him. "I wrote one for hydrocodone, and I also wrote one for some 800 milligram Ibuprofen. If her pain begins to subside, try to wean her off the hydrocodone and give her the Ibuprofen instead."

Chibs nodded and pocketed the prescriptions. "Thanks, Doc."

"You're welcome. Now, I've got to get back and finish my shift, but I'll drop by afterward to see how she's doing. Call me in an emergency. Oh, and I left a syringe with another dose of Phenobarbital should she start convulsing again."

Tig and Quinn entered the dorm as Tara left and spoke softly, so as not to disturb Adelaide's sleep. "We got her car towed back here," Quinn reported. He handed over a suitcase. "This was inside. I figured she'd need it."

"Yeah, thanks," Chibs said, setting the suitcase in the floor at the foot of the bed.

"How's she doing," Tig asked, his vivid blue eyes reflecting his concern.

"I guess she's okay, for right now," Chibs answered, sitting down in a chair beside Adelaide's bed. "She only came out of the ice bath a few minutes ago but, so far, her temperature seems to be staying cooled down."

"That's great," Tig replied. "Maybe she'll be good as new soon."

"How's your hand," Chibs asked, fighting off the urge to chuckle.

"It's okay," Tig said, lifting his bitten hand to show off the gauze bandaging. "It wasn't as bad as it looked. Why I'm the one to always get bitten, I'll never know," he laughed. "But, at least this time it wasn't on my-"

"Please…"

They all turned to Adelaide, whose head shifted restlessly back and forth against her pillow.

"Please… don't…"

"I wonder who she's so scared of," Tig asked.

"I don't know," Chibs answered. "But judging from all those bruises, she has reason to be scared. I'll find out who it is, as soon as I can."

"Well, Tig, let's go finish these repos," Quinn said. "Then we need to figure out what her car is gonna need toward repairing."

"Yeah, yeah," Tig grumbled as they exited the dorm. "Just a regular busy day."

Chibs chuckled and shook his head at the two men's grumblings when Adelaide caught his attention again.

"Please… Someone… H-help me…"

She became more restless and her hand twitched and formed a fist.

"Shhh," Chibs shushed her gently and brushed his finger down her cheek in a soothing gesture. "Nobody's gonna hurt ya now," he whispered. "You're safe."

"No…" she whimpered. "Never… Safe again…"

The corner of Chibs' mouth twitched as if to fight off a smile. The woman obviously has no idea who she's stumbled upon, he thought. Between him and the rest of the club members, the woman was as safe as she could get. She may not realize it, but she lucked out when Chibs and Tig found her.

Instinctively, he took her small hand in his own and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I promise you, lass," he drawled. "We won't let anyone hurt ya."

He started to pull his hand out of hers so he could call his daughter, Karianne and inform her that he'd be staying in a dorm for the night. To his surprise, Adelaide's fingers curled around his and held his hand in place. She whimpered softly in protest to his leaving.

Surprised, Chibs settled back in his seat a few minutes more, and took a moment to look his fill of her.

In spite of the bruises marring her pale skin, the woman was stunning. Her long, dark wavy hair was currently in a loose braid that draped over her shoulder. Though her eyes were closed in sleep, he recalled the icy shade of blue that stood out drastically against the long black lashes that fringed them. Chibs' gaze moved to her mouth and he couldn't help but visually feast on the full lips. They were devoid of any artificial color and at the moment were unusually pale. But he had no doubt that in good health, they would be pink and soft and begging to be kissed.

He instantly shook his head and tried to clear his mind of the thought. What the-, he asked himself. Only an hour ago the woman was at death's door and here I am drooling over her like some pre-teen lad.

Frustrated with himself, he pulled out his cell phone to call Karianne.

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Furious, Liam Walker paced back and forth in what used to be Adelaide's bedroom, looking for clues as to where she might have gone.

"How could Laidey do this to me," he growled to himself. "I took good care of her and all I asked in return was that she do what I say. I loved her. I'd even been willing to abide by her silly no-sex rule." He sat down on the edge of her bed and stewed some more.

Till she decided to taunt me with it, he justified in his twisted mind. And then to assault me and leave me for dead, like the little coward she is, he raged. She'll pay. I'll find her. And then I'm going to finish what I started, he vowed, feeling the searing frustration of his unmet needs. He'd fallen unconscious before his pleasure had even plateaued. And then she really will die.

Feeling fueled to start his search, he grabbed her cell phone off her night table and began going through her contacts to get in touch with. He dialed the first one on the list and made his voice sound shaky with emotion.

A second later, an elderly woman's voice answered with a soft, "Hello?"

"Hello, Abbie—Abbie Simpson? This is Liam Walker, Adelaide Watson's boyfriend. I was going through Laidey's contact list on her phone and came across your number. I was wondering… If you've," he paused for effect, and then bit back a fake sob for sympathy. "I was wondering if you have seen her. She's missing and I can't find her anywhere." He listened as the woman spoke kindly to him.

"Why no, I've not seen her in ages, dear. She quit coming to my church a couple years ago."

Quickly, Liam's politeness dwindled. "You have no idea where she is then?"

"No, I'm sorry, I don't-"

Liam hung up without saying goodbye before the woman could finish her sentence. Then he was on to his next contact.

Angela McSands. Laidey's best friend, he thought. And idea struck him then on how to trick some information out of her. Or at the very least, find out how much she knew about his and Laidey's relationship. If she knew too much, she'd have to be disposed of.

Moments later, he dialed her from his burner so she wouldn't recognize the phone number and waited till she answered.

"Hello?"

"Am I speaking with Angela McSands," Liam asked, disguising his voice slightly.

"Yes, this is she," came the cautious reply. "Who's calling?"

"This is Detective Jacobs with Nashville P.D. I received a missing persons report on a…" He paused as if reading from the faux report. "An Adelaide Watson. It says she's been missing for about two days. Do you know anything about that?"

"No," came the immediate, surprised reply. "But… I don't understand. How did you get my number?"

"We took a number of items as evidence—one being Ms. Watson's cell phone. She left it behind, and we went through the contacts to see if anyone knows of her whereabouts. Her boyfriend stated you were her best friend, so that's why I've called you. You don't have any idea where Ms. Watson would be?"

"N-no," Angela said again. "I-I I mean, I saw her on Sunday evening. But after our visit, I have no idea where she went. I assumed back to her house."

She's good, Liam thought, impressed with the woman's ability to lie on the spur of the moment. There's no way Laidey didn't tell her about what happened between us. Angela's almost as good a liar as me, he grinned. To test his theory he took the questioning in another direction.

"Sunday…So you saw her the day she disappeared. You're probably the last person to have seen her. Did she seem okay when you saw her," he asked. "Did she seem worried or scared or anything like that? Or had she mentioned an altercation of any kind?"

"No, not at all," Angela answered. "We just had dinner together and chatted for a while. She was in a really good mood and didn't seem troubled in any way."

Bingo, Liam thought. She didn't have dinner with Laidey on Sunday, I did. And Laidey most certainly wasn't in a good mood either. "Okay," he tried to sound as if he was taking notes. "And how did she appear? Did she look nervous or scared? Was she disheveled or anything?"

"No," replied Angela, beginning to sound slightly irritated. "I've told you, she seemed absolutely fine."

Wrong again, Liam thought triumphantly. "That's alright, Ms. McSands. I'm just trying to decipher if she disappeared of her own free will, or if she met with some possible foul play."

"Well, seeing as she is like my sister, she would've told me if something was wrong. Now, if you don't have any more questions, I really need to get back to my work. I have a ton of papers to finish grading."

With that, Liam heard the line click and then there was only silence.

"And I have all the answers I need," he thought out loud, with a devious grin. His green eyes glinted maliciously. "I think I'll pay you a visit very soon, Ms. McSands."

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