#fem jax

[greyssketches]

Someone had told Jax that a pig had tricked The Jester. So she took the jester to keep her safe until the pig has been dealt with. However, whoever told her that it was a pig must have been mistaken. This is clearly a duck. Ducks are good.

Carnival au belongs to: @sm-baby

[mileonmillie]

Jelly 🌸

Jax just found out Zooble wanted to hangout with Gangle today, she doesn't seem to be taking it very well.

What should Jax do now?

[pinkypkmntrainer]

fem jax save me

save me

save me fem jax

[wetpussyju1ce]

jax teller x fem!reader

how to get jax teller wrapped around your finger 101: easy, really. the nicest girl in town did it. she always smells the same, clean, fresh and sweet. coconuts and tangerines. she always says hello when they meet. always w a pretty smile. she also says hello to his gang. is nice to odd and peculiar personalities. takes everything with a welcoming smile and gaze. she cares abt people. like to ask things. do small things. not too much, because she doesn't have all the time in the world, after all.

she likes to keep sweet treats and snacks in her bag, just for jax. the sweeter, the better. so when he gets an itch to smoke, she just hands him one. and she did so many times, everytime he wants to smoke, he looks around, expecting her to be there and hand him one. a small chocolate bar. a tiny cupcake. a single packaged brownie. and his stomach rumbles. feels the lack of sweetness of his tongue. starts seeing the treats she gives him at the gas station and instantly thinks of her.

when they exchanged numbers. she made a habit of calling him on the same day, at the same time every week, just to say hello and check up on him. and he unconsciously grows to anticipate her calls. gets excited. and when she forgets to call, he gets confused and shows up at her house. he feels like a teenager all over again. laying in his bed, staring at his phone, just for her name to flash on his screen.

the longer they keep meeting and seeing each other. the shorter her skirts and shorts gets. Jax doesn't notice at first. how she started with jeans. complaining that the seats of the bar were always sticky and she hated the texture against bare skin. then her skirts started getting shorter and shorter, and jax at first tried wiping the seats for her, then realised those chairs are a lost caused, so much layers of unknown liquids on them. so he just offers his lap now. she says he's comfy and she smells real nice on him, so it's a win.

and when the smell of the bar gets too much, tobacco and weed and other illegal plants wafting through the air, mixed with sweat, beer and the stench of piss around the radius of the toilets, he just shoves his nose in her hair, inhales long and deep, his own little paradise, right there, on his lap. and it has gotten to a point where if she isn't there on one of those nights, to occupy his lap, he quickly gets a headache of the smell and stuffiness and goes out to take a break, outside, in fresh air. he gets irritated. annoyed. and complains about how people need to start using deodorants.

and the small changes in his behaviour are caught on. the smell never bothered him before she came in his life. but he doesn't want to hear it. doesn't care. especially when he can go to her house. where it's quiet. and gets tucked in her fluffy soft comfy bed, after taking a shower and using her own shampoos. and he gets a kiss on his forehead and cheeks. chokes hugs the life out of her squishmallows and closes his eyes, resting his bruised up body under covers of safety, tangerines & coconuts.

[serendippertyy]

@aliensinstarlight inspired me to doodle some funnybunny yuri...🐰🃏

[ofcourseiwillmydarling]

a/n: reposting bc it felt incomplete :P Also I do not understand if my blog has been restricted or something :( I have a couple of asks in my inbox but I cant access them for some reason & I dont know how to fix it 😢

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TW: ! brief mention of choking.

He pins you down, covering your body with his as he fucks you into the mattress. He noses at your cheek, his beard rasps across your cheek just as he surges forward, burying himself to the very bottom of you.

You've gone boneless. Your cheek scraping up the white cotton sheets as he rocks his hips in a lazy rhythm, barely easing out your sopping cunt before shoving forward again. He gets off it - overwhelming you until you cant think straight. "Too deep Jackie..! s'too much!" He's heavy. He drives further - and it would hurt if you weren't used to it - stretching your cunt obscenely. Your pussy is so desperately full it's overwhelming. Consuming.

He takes a pause to pull his weight off of you, wrapping an arm around your midriff to pull you into the air until your back is flush against his chest.

You can feel the scratch of the hair at his groin against the curve of your ass as he rolls his pelvis upwards, ass jamming back against his hips as he hits balls - deep. "That's my girl," he coos - rubbing his bearded jaw against the soft skin of your cheek. “Still with me?” He‘s arrogant. Condescending. He knows that he has you.

His palm circles your neck - he thrusts faster, snapping into you with the full brunt of his weight - constricting your air flow. Its risky. Dangerous. He could break you if he wanted to. Your eyes are glossy. You look drunk. Fucked out. “You cock - drunk or somethin’?” You have no words left - nothing else to give him but pathetic, needy whimpering. He enjoys every part of it. Every spear of his cock makes an indecent sound. Its filthy. Indecent. He's pushing you right to your limit. "C'mon," he croons. "Let go for me, darlin'."

[brunettemarionette]

the only female mechanic series

Gemma sighs as she talks over the phone. "…no, she doesn't have any open appointments for the next few months. I have Tig, Juice, or Opie free?… okay well, I'll book you in with her if anything opens up. Bye." She sighs putting the phone down walking outside.

The guys were all standing watching you bent over the hood of a car, looking into the window, with your overalls on, arms tied around your waist, and a cropped vest. "Does anyone work around here?"

They all scurried away in case you turned and notice them staring.

The matriarch of the club sighs before giving you a once over and staring at your ass until she notices Clay staring at her with a smirk. "Stop staring at the kid's ass while she's working," he says teasingly.

Gemma just smirked, whispering in her husband's ear as he rubbed a hand over his chest, "I will when you do, baby."

[bellaxgiornata]

Five Minutes

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader Word Count: 4.4k [Jax Fic Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+; Fluff, nervous!Reader, suggestive comments, & a slightly soft, flirty Jax

Summary: While out with your friends at a seedy bar in Charming, you manage to catch Jax's eye–and he's quite determined just to get you to talk to him.

a/n: I'm temporarily back in my Jax Teller phase at the moment as I force myself to rewatch Sons of Anarchy and actually finish the last season instead of trying to pretend the show doesn't end like it does. I'm just going to use fanfic to spare my feelings right now even though I don't usually write for Jax. It's been months since I've written anything and this was admittedly written entirely today, but enjoy! Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

Raising the bottle of beer to your lips, you took a pull from it as your eyes scanned the dimly lit bar around you. Stanley's was a hole in the wall type of dive bar–not the sort of place you generally found yourself drinking on a Friday night with your friends after work. It was a seedy place, and that was only made even more apparent by the impossible to ignore presence of the Sons of Anarchy.

There were five of them sitting at a table on the opposite side of the bar from where you and your friends were drinking, all of them wearing their black leather kuttes with their worn patches and matching hardened expressions. They were deep in discussion as they sat with a few questionable looking men and one gentleman in particular who looked far too nicely dressed to be sitting and drinking in a place like Stanley's. It was obvious that they were doing something illegal, conducting some sort of business boldly out in the open. 

Swallowing down your beer, you lowered the almost empty bottle back to the table and returned your attention to your three friends who were still in the middle of discussing Tabitha's breakup. Leaning forward and resting your forearms along the wooden surface, you felt it wobble beneath your shifting weight as you focused on the conversation once more. Though you had to strain to hear them over the rock music blaring through the place.

“It's his damn loss, Tab,” Sara said, her tone firm. “If Travis is going to sleep around on you, then you deserve better than his dumbass. He's not worth a single one of your tears.”

Monica was nodding from her place in the chair beside you, gesturing her glass of cranberry vodka at Tabitha. It was clear she'd already had a few too many of them since the four of you had arrived over an hour ago.

“That's right,” she began. “We aren't out tonight to drown your sorrows over that asshole, we're out to remind you that you're a beautiful badass and you don't need him. You can do better.”

An annoyed scoff left Tabitha in response before she rolled her eyes. “Because there's so many wonderful options of available men in Charming to choose from,” Tabitha replied bitterly.

Unable to fight the grin at her harsh but truthful comment, you let out a small laugh. “What? You don't like our options at tonight's wonderful drinking establishment? You've got so much to choose from.” 

Monica and Sara were quick to laugh, matching smiles spreading across their faces. Both of them openly scanned the bar around the four of you, their eyes taking in the varying men drinking around Stanley’s.

“Yeah Tab, you've got your pick of either emotionally immature or emotionally unavailable,” Sara teased.

“Or old enough to be your father, beer gut included,” Monica joked.

Swallowing down another sip of your beer, you smiled as all three of your friends laughed at the table, the mood finally lifting among the group of you tonight. Your eyes darted across the bar back to the table of Sons. The blonde one you knew as Jax Teller, their leader, was standing and shaking the overly dressed gentleman's hand now, clearly finished with whatever illegal dealings they'd been handling here.

“And let us not forget,” you added on, your eyes averting from their table and returning to your friends as you lowered your voice, “the option of criminal biker. A Charming specialty.”

Each of your friends laughed once more before sending wary glances across the bar towards the leather-clad men. The Sons' presence here clearly made the four of you uneasy–almost as if bullets would start flying at any moment. And with the way things had been happening around town lately, it didn't feel far out of the realm of possibility with them here.

“Let's be real, they don't know a thing about commitment, either,” Tabitha replied, sitting back in her chair. “Any one of them would still be far worse than Travis.”

“There's a silver lining, at least,” Monica said before taking another deep drink from her glass. She swallowed it down before continuing, pointing a firm finger in the direction of the bikers across the bar. “Anything in this town is better than a Son.”

“Doesn't matter anyway,” Sara chimed in, her eyes darting to the bikers’ table and then back. “We are not the kind of women who even register on their radars.”

Picking up your own beer from the table, you drank down the last of its contents as your friends began speaking in hushed tones, the topic quickly taking a turn to the rumors they'd overheard about the Sons’ clubhouse parties. Sliding out of your chair, you had already stopped listening. You'd never concerned yourself with the small town's motorcycle club before, preferring to stay far away from them and the trouble they caused, so you certainly weren't about to suddenly care about the gossip and rumors now.

“I'm going to grab another beer, I'll be back,” you told the others.

Monica sent you a smile, acknowledging what you'd said before her eyes returned to Sara who was now in the middle of animatedly telling a story that she'd overheard about the Sons. Not wasting another minute, you ducked your head and walked away from the table, making your way towards the bar. As you wove between the other tables with gruff looking men who were giving you looks that made your palms sweat, you kept your eyes averted from any of them, doing your best to ignore the curious glances and the occasional comment thrown your way.

Reaching the bar, you caught the bartender's attention and ordered another beer, dropping some cash onto the bar counter as you did. You watched as the bartender grabbed the bills before walking off to retrieve your drink, your fingers absently drumming along the sticky counter as you waited. 

A few feet further down from you, another figure sauntered up to the bar, casually leaning their forearms along it. Against your better judgment, your head shifted over your shoulder, your eyes drawn by the movement. You felt your heart accelerate, pounding a bit harder in your chest as you recognized Jax Teller standing there looking worn and irritated, a slight crease between his brows and a downward curve to his mouth. Immediately you glanced away, eyes focusing straight ahead of you as your body went tense. Unfortunately for you, the sudden movement seemed to have caught his attention. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw his head turn in your direction as if he'd noticed you looking at him, and then you could practically feel his eyes running over you. 

Swallowing hard, your fingers drummed a bit more anxiously on the counter as you internally pleaded for the bartender to hurry up and return with your beer. But just as he began his slow return towards you with your opened bottle in hand, the Son beside you let out a soft, amused huff before he took a few steps closer. He easily slid further down the bar, now standing with barely three feet of space left between the both of you. His proximity had your pulse quickening even more as you determinedly kept your gaze straight ahead. Maybe if you didn't look at him again he wouldn't speak to you. 

Though it didn’t take long for your theory to be proven incorrect.

“You look out of place here, darlin’,” Jax’s deep, smooth voice came from beside you as he leaned just a fraction closer.

Continuing to keep your gaze fixed ahead, you watched as the bartender wordlessly set your drink down in front of you before focusing on Jax next, a hint of trepidation on his face as he took the intimidating man's drink order. Not wanting to stick around, your hand darted out to grab your beer before you turned away from the bar. Pulling the bottle up to your lips, you immediately took a deep drink to offset the dryness that had settled in your mouth at Jax’s presence.

“You just gonna ignore me, sweetheart?” he asked, shifting along the bar to casually lean his back against it. “I'm just being friendly here.”

Pausing at his voice directed at you once again, you felt your body go rigid on the spot. Hesitantly, you threw a timid glance back over your shoulder at him and the sight had you stopping just two steps from the bar. He was resting against the counter with a mixture of amusement and mischief dancing in his blue eyes, a cocky smirk tugging his lips upwards at one corner. He looked completely comfortable and at ease now as he stared back at you, the faintest curious tilt to his head.

You’d seen the Sons often enough over the years since you’d lived in Charming. Their bikes were impossible to miss when they came roaring through the streets of the small town, and you’d often seen them around the clubhouse lot every time you drove past Teller-Morrow Automotive whenever you drove to and from work. The sight of these men wasn’t anything new to you, but you’d also never been standing quite so close to one of them before. Especially not Jax. The rumors you’d always heard about how handsome he was hadn’t remotely done him justice–he was somehow even more attractive than he’d looked from across the bar earlier. 

Jax Teller was…beautiful, if you were being honest with yourself. In a sort of rugged, dangerous way. The sort of way that had your heart hammering like a caged bird in your chest with his confident smirk, those engaging blue eyes which clearly held an endless amount of secrets, and that damn slicked back blonde hair that had your fingers itching to grab onto it and pull his face between your legs. 

As if he could read the thoughts racing through your mind, his smirk grew into a lazy smile, one hand reaching over and grabbing the drink the bartender set down beside him. His eyes never once left you as he watched you, the gaze not unlike that of a cat about to toy with a mouse. The look he was directing at you had you tightening your grip on your beer bottle, your palm dampening nervously against the glass.

“Come on, darlin’,” he tried again, slowly gesturing his head towards the barstool beside him. “Take a seat. I just wanna talk.”

“I–I don't think that's a good idea,” you stammered.

Taking another step to leave, you turned and made a desperate attempt to get out of his line of sight and back to your friends at the table, but you’d only managed that one step before his hand was lightly grasping onto your upper arm and gently turning you back towards him. Immediately you bristled at the touch, your body tensing as you jolted backwards and out of his reach. The smile on Jax’s face only grew wider, like he’d found your reaction to his touch entertaining. With his drink held in one hand, he raised both of his hands in mock surrender.

“Easy there, darlin’,” he drawled out, still grinning. “Just wanna talk. That’s all. Nothin’ else, I promise.”

Standing there with your heart thudding away inside of your ribcage, you tried to swallow back the lump forming in your throat. He was so damn comfortable and confident just leaning against the bar like that, it was only making you more nervous. What the hell did he want with you? You clearly looked nothing like any of the women you’d spotted hanging around the clubhouse whenever you’d driven past, he couldn’t possibly be thinking that he was going to take you home to his bed. Though the thought of that, of being alone with him like that , had your cheeks heating as your eyes darted down to the bottle of beer in your hands.

“I think you’d find I’m not remotely the kind of company you’re looking for,” you answered back, awkwardly attempting to avoid his gaze.

A low, rumbling chuckle fell out of him at your comment, the sound drawing your eyes back up to his. Somehow he just looked even more entertained.

“And what makes you say that?” he asked, that lazy grin still on his lips. “What kinda company do you think I’m looking for, sweetheart?”

The question drew the heat further down your neck, your whole body starting to feel like it was on fire now. You were absolutely not made for conversations with someone so straightforward and unflappable as Jax Teller. It seemed the more nervous you became, the more he enjoyed this unexpected interaction with you.

“Something more exciting than me,” you answered after a moment. “Look, I���have friends who’re probably wondering where I’ve disappeared to by now–”

“I’m just asking you to sit right here with me,” he said, cutting you off with a shrug. “Not trying to run off anywhere with you, darlin’.”

Closing your mouth at his interruption, you stood there for a long moment cautiously studying him. Why was he so damn insistent on you sitting with him and talking? What the hell did he want from you? Because it had to be something, right? There was no way he just wanted something as simple and innocent as a conversation. 

Turning just a fraction towards him, your brows drew together in confusion and contemplation, your question coming out just loud enough to be heard over the music in the bar. “Why? Why do you want to talk?”

Jax shrugged a single broad shoulder again in response. “Call it curiosity. You don’t look like you belong in a place like this,” he answered.

Your eyes narrowed a fraction at him in return. “Like I don’t belong in a bar?” 

A soft huff of laughter fell out of him before he shook his head, an almost boyish grin spreading across his lips as his eyes creased at the corners. “Nah, darlin’. That’s not what I meant,” he replied.

When you didn’t answer, his expression softened just a fraction as he straightened up against the counter behind him. His hand reached out towards you again and your eyes quickly darted down towards his ringed fingers, a look of fear passing over your face. Catching sight of your obvious discomfort, Jax’s hand hesitated in the space between you both before it slowly dropped back down to his side.

“Sorry, I forgot.” There was an edge of humor to his voice. “ You don’t want me to touch you. Gotta admit, I’m not used to that reaction from women.”

Clearing your throat, your eyes returned to his face. “Most women usually don’t like being touched by strange men at a bar,” you pointed out, trying to sound more bold than you felt. “That’s a normal reaction.”

The corner of his lips twitched again at your reply, as if he found your attempt at being firm with him more funny than anything. He nodded his head slowly before he spoke. “Yeah, suppose I’ve heard that.” His hand reached out to pull out the barstool beside him instead, dragging it over towards you before he gave it two gentle pats. “Come on. Just…quench my curiosity about why a timid thing like you is drinking in a place like this. I gotta know.”

Bottom lip rolling beneath your teeth, you chewed it in thought for a moment as your attention shifted down towards the awaiting barstool. Was that what he was after then? You just stood out to him and he wanted to know why you were here? That was all?

Cautiously, you turned further towards him, a wary expression still on your face despite the way the smile once more grew on his. An idea was forming in your mind, one you hoped would get him off of your back.

“If I talk with you for five minutes, will you leave me alone afterwards?” you asked, the question coming out of you slowly. 

Jax’s eyebrows rose marginally, almost like he couldn’t believe just how much you seemed to not want anything to do with him. One of his hands rose up from off the bar, his fingers running across his bearded mouth as if in thought while his eyes remained fixed on you in front of him. After a moment, he nodded once.

“Yeah, alright,” he answered, gesturing his head back towards the barstool once more. “You’ve got a deal, darlin’. Five minutes and then I’ll stop bothering you.” He paused, shooting you a handsome grin. “If that’s what you still want in five minutes.”

Eyes darting across the bar, your gaze landed over on your three friends still sitting at the table you’d left them at. They were all staring at you, watching you closely as if searching for some sign of distress considering who you were talking with. You gave them the faintest shake of your head to let them know you were fine before you took the few steps over to the barstool beside Jax, hesitantly lowering yourself onto it. He immediately shifted along the bar, resting his left elbow on the surface and leaning his weight onto it as he watched you take another pull off of your beer.

“Name’s Jax, but I’m guessin’ you already know who I am judging by the way you’ve been trying to scurry away from me this whole goddamn time,” he teased lightly. He jutted his chin at you, that hint of curiosity back in his eyes. “You got a name, darlin’?”

With your gaze focused on your beer bottle as you set it along the bar, your fingers fidgeted with the label along the bottle. The condensation on the brown glass already had a corner of it peeling off. Awkwardly you gave him your name, half of you wondering if that was even a good idea.

Jax chuckled in response, drawing his glass to his lips as he spoke. “Was expecting more of a fight from you on that, I’ll be honest,” he admitted, taking a drink before lowering the glass back to the bar counter. He took another step closer, leaning towards you when he spoke again. “So what exactly are you doing drinking at this shithole? Girl like you doesn’t look like she belongs in a place like this.”

Shaking your head, you glanced up at him beside you from beneath your lashes. If he wasn't some dangerous, playboy criminal you might have let yourself feel more flattered by his attention. Because you absolutely, definitely were not.

“No, I…generally don't come here,” you agreed with a small nod. “I uh…I'm out with my friends. One of them is going through a breakup. We didn't want to run into her ex while we were out tonight so…we came here tonight. Because no one ever goes to Stanley's.”

His blue eyes searched your face for a long moment as he let your response settle over him. Something about the intensity of his gaze mixed with the scent of cigarette smoke and leather emanating off of him at this distance had your stomach twisting nervously inside of you for different reasons than a few minutes ago. 

“Breakup, huh?” he mused after a moment. “Brought your friend out drinking to cheer her up. That's why you're here?”

“Yeah,” you answered quietly. 

He bit his lip, fighting back a smile on his face at your explanation. The sight had your eyes darting away just so you could control your breathing. He was quickly becoming intimidating for an entirely different reason now.

“Makes sense,” he replied. “Guess you’re right, doubt you’d run into anyone in this damn place. Though it…really isn’t the best place for a thing like you to be drinking with your friends.”

Grabbing your beer, you raised it to your lips for another deep drink. He was making you so damn nervous that you couldn't refrain from blurting your next words as you set the bottle back down. “I'm guessing you're not out here to help your friend get over a breakup.”

A wide smile broke out across Jax's face, the sight quickly followed by his deep, rumbling laugh. The sound was so unexpected and pleasant that it caught you off guard, a small smile slipping onto your face in return before you could stop it. 

“No darlin’,” he replied, still chuckling at the absurdity of the idea. “That’s definitely not what brought me out here tonight.” 

The smile lingered on his lips as he watched you, something impossible to read in his expression. There was a growing curiosity in his sharp, blue eyes the longer he stood beside you, though. The sight of it had you shifting on the barstool anxiously.

“I got a feeling you're not just the awkward and shy thing I first thought you were, sweetheart,” Jax mused, his voice dropping to something a bit lower. “Seems like there's more to you that you're hiding behind that deer-in-the-headlights look you keep throwing my way.” His lips quirked up into something mischievous as he continued. “Kinda makes me wonder…”

Brows immediately furrowing at the way he'd trailed off, you stiffened in your seat. “Wonder what?” you asked him cautiously.

Jax paused for a moment, that devious little smirk still on his lips. His left hand absently swirled his glass along the bar as he watched you closely, almost like he was studying you. Observing you. Trying to make sense of you.

“What I'd gotta do to get you to loosen up a bit,” he answered after a moment.

Something about the way he'd said that, all resonant and sultry, paired with his confident smirk that seemed to have a double meaning, had a shudder running through you. He was smooth– far too smooth. Despite the fact that you knew how dangerous he was, knew the type of man he was, you felt a warmth slowly flooding through you, one that wasn't related to nerves or alcohol. When he shifted beside you at the bar, his knee suddenly brushing along your thigh over your jeans, you practically jumped in your seat. 

“Relax, you're so on edge, darlin’,” Jax teased you, an amused huff passing between his lips. “I'm not gonna try anything. Consider me on my best behavior right now with you.” Jax paused, his gaze openly raking over you once more where you sat on the barstool, not even remotely being subtle. “Unless you ask me real nice, not to be.”

Almost instantly your eyes widened at his clear flirtation, your lips parting in surprise. That heat flooding you only seemed to be burning you up a bit hotter. Attention shifting back to the beer in front of you, your tongue darted out and dampened your lips in a nervous gesture. How in the hell was he affecting you like this? You should know better than to let a Son be chatting you up like this.

“You know,” Jax continued, taking another half-step closer to where you were sitting, “I’m not half as bad as you probably think I am.” He hesitated for a moment, making a slight face before adding on, “At least, in some respects. Just gimme a chance, sweetheart. Let me prove it to you.”

Eyes raising from the bottle of beer in front of you, your gaze landed on the clock on the wall behind the bar. It was well off by a half an hour from being remotely accurate, but five minutes had certainly passed since you'd sat down with him. As if he knew what you were thinking by where your eyes had shifted, Jax’s gaze followed yours to the clock. A moment later his attention returned to your face. Gradually your eyes landed back on him, watching as a lazy half-smile spread over his handsome mouth.

“Looks like my five minutes are up, darlin’,” he pointed out, leaning against the bar as he kept his eyes on you. “You're free to run back to your friends now.”

For some reason, you found yourself not immediately moving from your place on the barstool. He was right, you'd given him your five minutes to chat and quell his curiosity about why you were here. It was such a small thing for him to have wanted to ask you about, and yet somehow that had left you curious about him now.

“Or–” he said, breaking the mounting silence between you two as he raised his glass to his lips, pausing with it there as he continued, “–you can give me more than five minutes of your time tonight. Up to you, sweetheart. My evening is wide open at the moment.”

Sitting there, you watched as his lips wrapped around the edge of his glass, the dark liquid tipping back into his mouth as his eyes remained on you. Your hand gripped the neck of your beer bottle harder, your heart thrumming in your throat at the offer to stay and talk to him. You knew you shouldn't, you knew the smart thing to do was to get up with your beer and go back to your friends and forget this entire moment had ever even happened in the first place. Jax Teller was trouble. He wasn’t a good guy. He was a notorious playboy with a criminal record. But for some damn reason you couldn't move from your seat beside him. And that only had his smirk growing wider the moment he realized that you weren’t moving. 

His foot slid out, casually hooking around the leg of the barstool beside you before he pulled it out. Settling down into the seat and getting comfortable, one of his hands gestured at your beer that sat half-drunk in your nervous grip. 

“Why don't you finish that and I'll get you another, darlin’?” he suggested, arching one of his brows at you.

Slowly, you raised the bottle to your lips, drinking back more of the alcohol. Jax’s eyes creased at the corners as he leaned closer towards you, resting his elbows on the bar counter. 

“So, why don’t you go on and tell me more about how you’re not the kinda company I’m looking for tonight, darlin’?” he teased, that infuriatingly handsome smirk slipping back onto his lips.

[nymph0maniaccc]

Misery Loves Company

Part 4

1 2 3

1.6k words

Jax Teller x Fem!reader

Background: Tara doesn’t want to accept the new reality so Gemma handles it for her.

Series Warnings: Strong language, mentions of drug use, criminal past, cheating themes, eventual smut MDNI, show spoilers, unrealistic adaptations of being on the run and probation, Unrealistic things in general but it’s tumblr anything is possible.

a/n: This will be a 4-5 partish series will a few blurbs if you have any request you can send them I’d love to write your thoughts <3, this is also written with a black female reader in mind but anyone can read as long as you aren't being weird. Also thank you to my baby @starfxkrinc for proofreading mwah I love you so much‹3, last but not least enjoy! Also thank you so much for the love on part one and two! Enjoy my babies<3 one more part after this!

One Week Later

Tara’s world is unraveling.

It’s been seven days since You and Jax came back to Charming, seven days since he stepped out of that van with you at his side. Seven days, and he still hasn’t come home. Instead, he’s holed up in the clubhouse with you, the woman he threw his entire life away for.

And the worst part? The only time Tara’s allowed to see him is when she’s bringing the boys.

Tara grips the steering wheel as she pulls into Teller-Morrow, her hands white-knuckled. The sun is just beginning to set, casting long shadows over the lot. She parks and takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before grabbing Abel and Thomas from the car.

Inside the clubhouse, it’s the same scene as always. The guys are around, drinking, laughing like nothing is wrong. Like Jax hasn’t abandoned his family.

She finds him in his room, the one he used to bring her to, back when they were young and reckless and in love. Now, it’s your space. The door is cracked open just enough for Tara to see inside. Jax is on the bed, stretched out lazily, while you’re curled up beside him, legs draped over his, looking like you belong there.

Rage boils in Tara’s chest.

She pushes the door open with more force than necessary. Jax glances up, barely reacting, while you simply watch, calm and collected.

“You got the boys?” Jax asks, pushing himself up.

Tara glares at him. “Yeah, I have the boys.” She steps inside, setting Thomas’s car seat down while Abel shuffles in behind her. He barely hesitates before climbing up onto the bed next to you, curling into your side like he’s done it a hundred times before.

Tara swallows the lump in her throat. “This is bullshit, Jax.”

Jax sighs, rubbing his face. “Tara”

“No, don’t Tara me.” Her voice shakes with barely contained anger. “You come back after God knows what, and instead of coming home, you hide out here with her? You don’t even see me unless I have your sons with me.”

Jax’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t argue.

Tara lets out a bitter laugh. “You don’t even care, do you? About what you’re doing to me? To them?” She gestures to the boys, her voice rising. “You’re just gonna keep playing house with her and pretend like I don’t exist?”

Jax exhales heavily, looking at her like she’s an inconvenience. “I’m trying to keep shit from getting worse.”

“Worse?” Tara scoffs. “You are the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Jax finally looks at her then, his eyes darkening. For a second, she swears she sees something in them regret, maybe but it’s gone before she can be sure.

“You done?” he asks, voice flat.

Tara’s blood runs hot. You glance at her again, watching quietly from the bed, a small, knowing smile playing at your lips. Like you’ve already won.

Tara’s hands curl into fists at her sides.

She turns on her heel and storms out.

The message is clear: she’s not part of his life anymore.

But? She refuses to accept that.

Tara wasn’t stupid. She saw the way Jax stood close to you, the way his hand lingered on the small of your back when he thought no one was looking. She saw the way Abel gravitated toward you, how Thomas, still just a baby, curled against you like its where he belonged.

And the worst part?

No one else seemed to care.

The guys at the clubhouse welcomed you like you’d been there all along. Chibs, Opie, even Happy, Happy treated you like family. You laughed with them, drank with them, fit into their world like it was nothing.

Tara was being erased. And no one gave a damn.

So she does the only thing she can do.

Gemma.

So the next night, she’s sitting in Gemma’s kitchen, a glass of whiskey in front of her, hands clenched into fists. Gemma watches her, unimpressed, stirring sugar into her coffee like she’s got all the time in the world.

“He’s shutting me out,” Tara snaps, voice low but shaking. “He won’t even talk to me unless I bring the boys. And her, he’s with her every second of the day. He won’t even come home.”

Gemma takes a slow sip, tilting her head. “And?”

Gemma sighs, long and slow, before tipping back her drink. Then she stands, smoothing down her leather jacket.

“You done?”

Tara glares. “No. I’m not done. I—”, as if she didn’t hear her right. “And? What do you mean, and? He’s supposed to be with me, with his family.”

Gemma scoffs. “Sweetheart, I don’t know what fantasy you’ve been livin’ in, but Jax ain’t been yours for a long time.”

Tara’s face twists in frustration. “That’s bullshit.”

“No, what’s bullshit,” Gemma says, leaning forward, voice low and even, “is you thinkin’ you could take my son away from the club. You been tryin’ to turn him into somethin’ he ain’t since day one. And now? He finally sees you for what you are.”

Tara shakes her head, eyes burning. “This isn’t about the club, and you know it.”

Gemma smiles, slow and knowing. “Oh, baby, this is always about the club.”

Tara opens her mouth to argue, but before she can, Gemma stands up, stretching like she’s shaking off a long, tiring conversation. Then she steps around the table and grips Tara’s chin between her fingers, forcing her to look up.

“You’ve been a problem for too long,” Gemma murmurs. “And I’m real tired of your mouth.”

Tara jerks away, eyes wide now, something flickering in them. Fear.

She knows.

Gemma moves fast. Too fast. One second, she’s just standing there, the next she’s got a fistful of Tara’s hair, dragging her toward the back hallway.

Tara yelps, struggling, but Gemma is stronger. Meaner. And she’s had enough of Tara’s mouth.

The moment they’re alone, Gemma slams Tara against the wall, eyes cold. “You don’t get it, do you, sweetheart?” she murmurs. “Jax ain’t yours no more. He made his choice. And you? You’re just a problem I need to fix.”

Realization dawns in Tara’s eyes.

“No,” she breathes. “Gemma—”

But by the time she moves, it’s already too late.

The guns already been let off.

The next morning, Tara is nowhere to be found.

The guys don’t ask questions. Not when Gemma tells them what needs to be done. Not when they’re scrubbing blood off the concrete in the dead of night. Not when they load a body into a car and drive it out to a place where no one will ever find it.

By the time the sun rises, it’s like she never existed.

The clubhouse is quiet, but there’s an energy in the air, something shifting beneath the surface. A few of the guys Tig, Happy, even Chibs have been around longer than most. They don’t ask questions. They just handle things.

By the time the sun comes up, there’s no trace of Tara Knowles.

And no one seems to notice.

Or if they do, they don’t care.

No one asks questions. No one looks too hard. Because this is Charming, and Gemma Teller knows how to clean up a mess.

And when Jax finally comes home to the house Tara so desperately wanted him back in he doesn’t come alone.

He comes with you.

When he wakes up that morning, you’re still beside him, curled up in his bed, the early light filtering through the window. He reaches over, brushes his fingers along your arm, and you stir, eyes fluttering open.

This is it. This is his life now.

Tara is gone.

But you?

You’re still here.

You step into the role seamlessly. You don’t try to replace Tara, don't force anything, but it doesn’t matter. Because Abel already loves you. Because Thomas still needs someone to hold him, to feed him, to soothe his cries in the middle of the night.

And Jax?

Jax finally looks at peace.

The first night without Tara, Abel cries himself to sleep. The second night, he asks for his mommy. By the third, he just clings to you.

Jax doesn’t talk about it. Doesn’t ask questions. Doesn’t want the details. He just knows Gemma handled it. Knows Tara’s gone.

And he lets it happen.

Because deep down, he knows what Gemma does: Tara was always a problem. A liability. A weight around his neck, dragging him down.

But you?

You fit.

The guys love you. Tig calls you Mama Bear. Happy doesn’t say much, but he’s always around, always watching your back. Chibs smirks and calls you Jax’s old lady like it’s already set in stone.

Even Thomas barely more than a baby settles against you like he’s known you forever.

And Abel?

Abel adores you. He follows you around the house, tugs at your hand, curls up against you when he’s tired. When he cries, it’s you he reaches for.

One night, Jax walks in to find you sitting on the couch, Abel curled up in your lap, Thomas asleep in your arms.

And something in him settles.

Maybe this was how it was always meant to be.

So when Abel looks up at him, eyes heavy with sleep, and asks,

“Is she my new mommy now?”

Jax doesn’t hesitate.

“Yeah, buddy.” He brushes a hand over his son’s hair, voice steady. “She is.”

Gemma watches it all unfold with satisfaction.

She’s never liked any of Jax’s women. But you?

You’re different.

You get it.

And that makes you the perfect old lady.

Tags<3: @smokahontas-113 @secretlysamcro @fallout-girl219 @daryldixonswifesworld

[rarityroo]

Obviously Jax is bad at feelings; even worse with apologizing. He and his girl have their first big fight and she just gives him the cold shoulder to the point he’s frustrated. He’d definitely say something “Come on, doll face, I said I was sorry! What else do you want from me, woman?!”

Fumbling apologies

(Jax x Fem!reader)

Hi! Im sorry this took a bit, I sadly have strep and feel like I ate a cheese grater lmao. This isn’t proof read so please forgive me if this is wonky, I honestly really like writing for Jax so I’m very happy I got this request! If you like this please lmk, Enjoy!

You didn't mind Jax's crude nature, more often than not you found it funny. Sure his jokes and such were mean but he had a certain air about him you found so enjoyable. Until this moment at least...

"I just don't get what the big deal is!" Jax says in a dismissive tone. Your eyes flashed with frustration, was he serious? "It's not just about saying sorry, Jax. It's about meaning it! You can't just toss around apologies like they're nothing. I need to feel like you actually understand why I'm upset." Jax crosses his arms, a stubborn glint in his eyes. “Come on, doll face, I said I was sorry! What else do you want from me, woman?!” Jax said exasperated, he just wanted this to be over.

You shook your head, unbelieving. "I want you to acknowledge why I'm upset! I want you to understand how your actions hurt me." You were so sick of his insensitive jokes, or dismissive attitude whenever you try to talk about how you feel. He was so mean sometimes, but you still loved him.

Jax's frustration finally boils over, and he snaps, "Well, maybe if you weren't so damn sensitive, we wouldn't be in this mess!" "

Your eyes widen, hurt flashing across your face before it hardens into resolve. "Y'know what, fine. Jax, if that's how you feel, maybe we need some time apart." You started to regret those words, you didn't want him to go, you didn't want space but you were so exhausted from the constant back and forth. This has gone too far.

For a moment, silence hangs heavily between them, tension crackling in the air. Then, Jax's expression softens, regret seeping into his features. He knows he messed up. He knows he needs to make things right.

"I... I didn't mean that," he says quietly, his voice tinged with remorse. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't-." Jax was struggling to find the words, he doesn't like apologizing, he thinks it's a waste of his time and that it's below him although he knows he's wrong for what he said. You look at him, maybe he finally says a decent apology instead of brushing it off, maybe it was different this time.

You meet his gaze, your expression softening slightly. "Do you really mean that?"

Jax nods earnestly. "Yeah, I do." He said his eyes earnest, he looked embarrassed. "I know I'm not great at this stuff, but I want to try. I care about you alright? I don't want you to be all sad because of some dumb thing I said, I care about you or whatever." He finalized with a huff. You internally softly smile at that.

You take a deep breath, calming yourself, "I care about you too, Jax. But we need to communicate better. I don't want this to happen again."

He reaches out, gently taking your hand in his. "I promise I'll work on it. Starting with this." And then, with a tenderness he didn't know he possessed, Jax leans in and presses his lips to yours in a sweet, apologetic kiss. In that moment, the tension melts away, replaced by a warmth that spreads through you both. You may not be perfect, but you were willing to try, together.

[dissociativedollcherry]

may I request part 2 of the creepy doll reader? mainly with Jax and her starting to show him kindness... like head pats when he saves one of the cast members! :) this is something I thought of randomly: jax is minding his business while everyone is playing with digital flowers that came made for an experiment. then the reader walks up to him with something behind her back, Jax turns his head away and braces himself, scared, but instead of an axe he feels... something light on his head? he looks up and sees a flower crown on his head and he then looks at the reader with a confused look. there's a long pause but before Jax finally speaks she cuts him off with "equality bi(beep)h" "there she is" Jax says with sarcasm in his voice

๋࣭ ⭑ IRRITATING BUT LOVING ₊˚⊹

ᛝྀི JAX WITH CREEPY DOLL READER PT 2

₊˚⊹♡ Notes: Honey i am HORRIBLY sorry for the wait, i was on a long hiatus because of school but now im finally able to write for your request! (along with others) this post is somewhat of a part 2 from this post, the reader is fem in this, not proofread.

๋࣭ ⭑۶ৎ Type: Fluff, Platonic/romantic, Oneshot.

˚ ⋆ ⊹ Song: Playdate

Irritating.

It's all it was to him; blood boiling.

The people stuck here with him, the ambience, the circus, the fake names, the fake food, the stupid flowers.

And he still tried to keep his sanity together, even though it was getting more challenging for him every day he woke up in the same fake bed, in the same fake bedroom, but even if everything was overwhelming for him, he kept himself together.

But then you came along.

You made everything so much harder! scaring him off every time he tried to tease or prank you, threatening him mercilessly, why must you be like this?! why couldn't you just be like the others and get mad at him?!

Doesn't matter what he did, say or think, he was scared of you and it was also another thing that made him so irritated.

It was all he could think, not only now, but since the moment he realized your influence on him.

"Stupid doll girl, who the f@#& does she think she is" Jax angrily vented under his breath while he looked and fiddled with the flowers while crouched down the floor, his touches and eyes filled with disdain, his little way to inject his anger towards other things.

Unfortunately for him, he was so angry that he failed to check his surroundings and notice the source of his problems approaching him, with something she blocked from his view in her hands.

When Jax finally realized the doll girl was approaching, it was too late, she already was starting to raise her hands with the mysterious object.

The purple bunny only braced himself; preparing for whatever sharp object you had to meet his head, forcing his eyes shut and finally feeling-

...something light in his head..?

The bunny boy opened his eyes hesitantly, right eye first: checking if you don't have any other trick up your sleeve, once assured he fully opened his left eye, only to finally get a glimpse on your expression.

it was lovely...

A lovely and sweet smile plastered around your plastic face, eyes lifeless but somehow full of peace, what... did you put in his head?

A yellow gloved hand reached out for his own head, carefully landing his fingertips on whatever you placed on his head, gently brushing it to the sides, still cautious with the mysterious... hat? object? you putted above his head.

It was a flower crown?

Ok, sure, you were showing slight signs of you warming up to him, every time he did something cool or selfless you were there to "compensate" him for the kind action.

Yet he rarely did something nice, so to him it was just your little way to tease him, and it made him annoyed.

But... this was surprisingly nice, like you really meant to and it didn't make his digital blood boil.

There was a silent staring competition between you two after that "strange" interaction, but it didn't last long when Jax tried to open his mouth to talk only to be cut off by you.

"Equality, b#)$+@"

was all you said before turning around and moving to another place in the large set up garden, leaving Jax on the flowery ground, he couldn't help but smirk at your funny remark.

"There she is."

He said after the funny event.

the lovingly funny event.

[greyssketches]

[teddie-bear420]

The belt buckle incident

Classic transgender jax, changed her name to trix, cuz it’s cute :3

[all-gummed-up-inside]

i just saw u updated ur fandom list!!

could i plz request hc's for Jax from TADC? i think he would look so pretty while forced into submission and begging to be dicked down 😋

(Curse all of you! All of those who write DOM!TADC characters only!) <more of me just rambling my smut HCs about this prick then anything coherent <\3 sorry if it’s not super long/anything of substance>

Bastard definitely, 1 doesn’t have a gag reflex, and 2 would be the biggest tease the -digital- world has ever seen. From letting his suspender straps fall down his shoulders just a little bit too far, to pulling ANY Jessica rabbit esq pose he can think of, absolutely NOTHING is off the table for Mr Jaxington (-or maybe it’s Jaxwell-)

In full support of Jax (or any of them) being able to do certain things with their bodies if it falls under the rule of funny, case in point, Jax being able to open his mouth fully with no teeth. The piece of shit would totally make you work for it, but it’s completely worth it with how eagerly he’s willing to take dick. Willing -wanting- to spend hours sucking you off or cock warming you until you finally start face fucking him

Jax wants you to work for it at first, constantly putting up a fight just to see how far you’re willing to go with it, pull his ears! Slap and hit him! He wants it all as long as you dick him down and breed him by the end of it!

I HCs that he normally has very, VERY sensitive ears, especially the higher up you go on them and it’s one of the quickest ways to get him worked up and start doing little rabbit licks <3 (but only in private!)

[wetpussyju1ce]

Are you okay with doing like a little mini smut series request of Jax teller x curvy!reader?

jax teller x fem!curvy reader

782 words

tags: +18 mdni, smut, thigh fucking, play fighting, oral sex, I made Jax teller an ass and thighs man, not beta read

a/n: i made this a x fem reader, hope that's okay, also I wasn't sure how to go abt fulfilling this ask, even though i wanted to, because i'm not a curvy person, I never was and dind't want to accidentally offend/hurt anyone, so i wrote this with some bits my chubby friends have shared. i hope you'll like it <3 + Also, abt a series, I don't think I'm ready to take on that type of challenge yet, but i wrote this as a little gift. I'm sure there's others who will make a series of this, or you could, dear @none-of-ur-business-fuck-off, everyone can write fic <3

Jax Teller who can't keep his paws to himself whenever his girlfriend is around. Who enjoys terrorising her by just biting her, if the bastard could take a nibble of his gf's cheek he would because he swears she tastes like sprinkles and sugar, even though it's her lotions and soaps. She gets annoyed and tries to wrestle him off her, but he just laughs and plays with her, shamelessly using his strength to hold her down while she's squirming around, "Let me go, Jackson!"

Jax who, when he gets bored while they're watching a movie together, he keeps squeezing her chubby thighs in his hands, he really tries to be as gentle as possible, but he sometimes to keep his strength in check so she squeals when he squeezes too tight and he coos, "'m sorry, baby, didn't mean to, you're just so soft-"

Jax Teller who just loves to show off and uses his strength to manhandle n throw his pretty girl around in bed. She tries to pretend that it's annoying but he knows she likes it, can see the secret shy smiles n the heated stares she gives him when he drags her to his lap just for a kiss.

Jax Teller who bites her on the ass when they're play fighting and she screams, fighting him off to get away from his mouth, but he's a dog when it comes to having her body close, he's not as cool and chill as he thinks he is, his brain shuts down and he starts acting stupid the second he realises he can touch her in any way he wants and no one will give him shit for it, like when they're home alone.

Jax who uses her thick thighs as pillows, who rests his head on her stomach, her thighs over his shoulders, he claims it warms his ear and she smells nice. He's plotting in his head when he'll strike and pull her shorts down to bury his face in her pussy but then she scratching his head, running her fingers through his head and his shoulders sag. He hums, closing his eyes, and before he knows it, he's drooling a little on her thighs, snoring between her legs.

Jax who holds a gold medal in the Pussy Eating Championship. He prides himself in making his girlfriend shake and cry under his tongue, who thoroughly enjoys having so much fat and chub to hold onto while he goes to town on her. Then when he's done, he playfully slaps the inside of her thigh, making her squeal, "You good, baby?" He asks, blonde hair sticking in all directions, a result of her holding onto his head for dear life. He laughs when she can't answer him with coherent words and wipes his wet mouth with the back of his hand. He starts to unbuckle his belt and she makes a panicked little noise, he shushes her, a hand on one of her thighs, "Hey, 's okay, I'll give her a break, yeah? Just let me fuck your thighs, okay?"

He doesn't wait for an answer before he flips her around on her stomach, dragging her hips up like it was nothing, pushing a pillow under them. He lowers his jeans down his hips with his boxers, he was already hard between his legs, his dick bobbing when he moved. So like the dirty man he was, he runs his open palm over her wet and messy pussy, then uses that wetness to slick himself a little before covering her body in his. When he slips between her thighs, he throws his head with a groan, she was soft, warm and slippery, and he was pressed tight against her pussy lips, that felt hotter than any other part of her body. He starts to rut against her and she's making little breathy noises, Jax leans down, kisses her temple and speaks in her ear, "Clench them up for me,"

She whines, unable to control her muscles anymore, but she still tries and fails. Jax smiles a little, leaning back to see better as he grabs her by the thighs, a hand in each side, "I'll do it, just stay still," He squeezes the flesh together as much as possible and she moans, clawing at the sheets as he bumps her clit with each thrust, his dick fighting to get inside where it really belongs. But Jax doesn't care about that, he only cares about coming between her thighs. As long as he gets to have his dick anywhere near his gorgeous girlfriend, he's grateful. He may be a greedy bastard sometimes, but he has always been grateful, always.

[lanadelray-gurl]

Just starting re watching sons of anarchy prepare….