#jax teller fic

[puffins-muffins]

UGH!! Tara is suuuuch a snatch! 👊🏻 bless our reader because my temper could neeevvvveerrrrr 💥

And Jax!! Seriously WTFFFF bro! What a shithead, our sweet reader deserves so much better. I’m really mad at him!! 😠

Eagerly awaiting part 2, doll! 💓 can’t wait to see how our toxic little dipshit fixes this.

What's Left to Lose [1/2]

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader Word Count: 3.7k [Part two] [Jax Fic Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+; nurse!Reader, angst with an eventual happy ending, pining, emotional hurt/delayed comfort, Tara is an ass, Reader has a brother (nameless/description-less to be inclusive as possible)

Summary: Ever since your brother patched into SAMCRO's charter and you moved to Charming three years ago, you and Jax grew close. Despite having quietly fallen in love with him, you'd accepted your position as just his best friend–until Tara unexpectedly returns to Charming and rips him straight from you. Now you're left feeling like nothing at all to him.

a/n: I've been craving something angsty with Jax, so I wrote this little thing that's been in my head all week. There's no comfort in this first part, but I'm intending to give it at least a part two. Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

Jax Teller One Shot Tag List: @kmc1989

Everything had changed in a matter of just a few weeks–and you absolutely hated it.

Over the past three years since you’d moved to Charming shortly after your brother had patched over to SAMCRO’s charter, you’d gotten used to Jax calling you a few times a week. He’d often be checking in to see if you were working a shift at the hospital that night or if you had plans with your other friends, because if you were free, he'd be inviting you to hang out so he could get a break from the guys’ bullshit. Other times you’d finish a shift to find a text or a voicemail from him telling you to get your sweet ass over to the clubhouse for a party before the chaos of it had even begun. 

But your phone history showed that it had been almost a month since he last called you. The previous few texts you’d received from him had been just over a week ago, and they'd been short responses to the texts you had sent him asking if he wanted to have a few drinks with you–something that you’d both done frequently if he wasn’t wrapped up in club business–which he'd declined. Jax’s name barely ever appeared on the screen of your phone anymore.

Lately he kept telling you that he was busy. Because he was always busy now–too busy for you. Ever since Tara reappeared in Charming unannounced, stepping back into Jax’s life just over a month ago like she still belonged there, he had distanced himself from you. She'd been here barely more than a month and had already ripped your best friend away from you.

And Jax and you had always been incredibly close. While he and Opie had been best friends since childhood, the relationship between you and Jax had somehow become infinitely closer. The two of you talked about everything and anything, including some things you figured that he had accidentally drunkenly spilled to you on the nights he’d had a few too many to drink. There was just something about your relationship with each other that always felt easy and right, and you’d never had nearly as much fun with anyone else before you met Jax.

But now there were no more late nights drinking beers on the roof of the clubhouse while sharing cigarettes under the cover of a few stars while Jax vented about the direction the club was going in. No more getting high the day after a night of drinking, riding on the back of his bike to the gas station on the corner of Main Street and sharing a box of candy, a bag of chips, and a giant blue raspberry slushie as you both walked through downtown together. He didn’t seek you out at clubhouse parties anymore, didn’t step outside to smoke with you, and he certainly hadn’t incurred the look of warning from your brother that he usually received whenever you climbed off the back of his bike after one of your usual adventures. 

As you walked through the brightly lit halls of St. Thomas Hospital, making your way back towards the nurse’s station so you could finish the last couple of hours of your shift after the break you'd just finished, you’d become painfully aware of his lack of visits while you worked, too. When things were running smoothly with the club, you could count on at least one surprise visit a week from Jax during your break times. He always brought you better coffee than the shit served here in one of his tumblers from home, a satisfied grin on his face every time you thanked him profusely for it like he’d just somehow saved your life. The pair of you would usually sit outside in the outdoor cafeteria of the hospital while Jax listened to you vent about your day. You always loved when he added his own amusing thoughts just to get you to laugh. 

But those coffee breaks together had stopped the moment Tara had returned. Instead, you’d catch him in the halls every once in a while making his way towards her office, greeting you with a nod and a couple of words and nothing more. Or you might see him in the parking lot leaning against his bike, his attention fixed on his phone as he clearly waited for her to finish her shift.

Waiting for her. Not you.

You didn't understand what was happening between them, either. During one of the many drunken nights you’d spent with your head resting on Jax’s shoulder, the pair of you leaning against the wall behind his dorm room bed at the clubhouse, you’d learned that she had tried to drag him from the club eleven years ago. She had given him some sort of ultimatum, stating that he would leave Charming with her if he truly loved her. 

The way he'd spoken about that last conversation they’d had–with an agonizing calmness and a vacant look in his eyes–told you everything you needed to know that you knew he'd never say. When she left him all those years ago, she had completely destroyed him. You knew Jax well enough to know the real reason he never got serious with anyone, the reason he never let anyone get too close to him, and the reason he’d never gone on a single date as long as you'd known him. It was because of her. Because of the hurt that still lingered inside of him when it came to Tara, the hurt that had never completely healed. Because she had absolutely done a number on his heart and his trust.

That was why you’d never pushed for anything more than friendship with him, never tried to see if he felt any of the things you did those times you two were more affectionate than friends should ever be. You’d come to understand that he’d never gotten over her from the very little he ever opened up about her. It was also why you’d reluctantly forced yourself to look the other way whenever he took some croweater to his dorm room when he was wasted. You knew those girls meant nothing to him, that they weren't anything but something more satisfying than his own hand. So you let it go because you always held onto the hope that someday he might realize there was something more than friendship between the two of you. You had hope that someday he'd see it. Stupid, foolish, steadfast hope.

Until Tara came back and set all your hopes on fire.

Turning the corner of the hallway as you navigated the hospital, you felt your heart sink to your feet at the sight of the white doctor's coat making its way towards you at the opposite end of the hall. Because of course you’d have to run into her today. St. Thomas wasn’t that large of a hospital after all, it was often impossible to avoid running into her here.

The second Tara spotted you, a bitter smile twisted her lips upwards. It was the same look she’d been giving you for the past two weeks now, ever since one of the other nurses mentioned that Jax used to come here and visit you all the time before he'd been stopping by to see her. And she’d very quickly decided that she didn’t like you after that, always shooting you dirty looks or making passive aggressive comments about how haggard you looked, or hinting at you being some sort of club pussy on your nights off. Always talking down to you with that petulant smile on her face.

“Don’t you have a bedpan to be cleaning up or something?” she commented as she neared.

Fighting the urge to roll your eyes at one of her many attempts to demean your position as a nurse, you set your jaw and kept on walking down the hall. Giving in to the urge to break her nose–to prove to her that she wasn’t nearly as tough as she thought she was–was always so strong whenever she opened her mouth. But you’d most likely end up fired, with an assault charge, and a guarantee that Jax would only continue to keep you out of his life. So you refrained from ever acting on the impulse.

“Oh, you're trying to ignore me now?” Tara asked, her words clearly meant to taunt. Her footsteps down the otherwise empty hall came to a stop behind you before you heard her voice again. “Still pissed at me for being the one he wants, are you?”

Arms crossing over your chest, you could feel your hands balling into fists as she goaded your retreating form. Just one hit. One right hook straight to her nose like your brother had taught you all those years ago. That would shut her goddamn mouth up. But instead you grit your teeth and kept on walking.

“You will never be what he wants, you know,” Tara called down the hall after you.

Stopping mid-step, you halted in the middle of the empty corridor. Those same words had echoed in your mind for years now, usually in your own internal voice. It was a fear you’d had for a while as Jax continued to keep you at arm’s length, burning through girls in his bed like it was nothing while still only playfully flirting with you. Until he’d gone back to following Tara’s shadow like an angry, lost puppy the first chance he got. 

“But you know that, right?” she continued, clearly pleased that she’d caused you to stop. “You’re nothing but a small town nurse who gets wasted and high in her free time at that clubhouse. No better than the croweaters sucking whatever cock swings their way.”

Head whipping over your shoulder, your eyes narrowed back at Tara. “I’m not a fucking club whore,” you snapped. 

“Right,” she said with a nod, stalking towards you with far too much confidence. “Because your brother is a Son. So you think that somehow makes you better than the other girls trying to catch their attention, right?”

She came to a stop just in front of you, the toes of her shoes practically touching yours. As she leaned her face towards you in an attempt to intimidate, invading your personal space, you found yourself struggling to keep your composure. Everything inside of you just wanted to take a swing at her, just one.

“But you’re not,” she continued, voice dropping into a low hiss. “You’re just as useless and forgettable as the rest of the stupid fucking girls that hang around the club with their tits and their asses out. You mean absolutely nothing to Jax. Just as little as all the other croweaters. You always have.”

A sick, roiling sensation hit you in the gut at her words. You wanted to spit something back in her face, to tell her that she was wrong and far too fucking full of herself. But you hesitated, the month long absence of Jax from your life making you question your ability to even argue otherwise before she was speaking again.

“He’s mine,” she warned you. “He’ll always be mine. And you will never, ever have a place in his life. Not just because you don’t matter to him like I do,” she continued sharply, “but because I’ll never let you near him.”

“You don’t even know him.”

The words that you’d been wanting to scream at her for weeks every time she’d looked at you wrong or said something cruel finally fell right from your lips. You couldn’t hold them back as you unflinchingly held her glare with your own despite the way it felt like a fist was squeezing your heart in your chest as the words ‘you don’t matter to him’ repeated in your mind. 

Tara laughed bitterly before she straightened, no longer directly in your face. “I know him better than anyone,” she disagreed. “Including you.”

“You know a teenager from eleven years ago,” you shot back, hands still balled into fists as your arms hugged your chest tighter. “You don’t know the man he is now–what’s in his heart and his head. You don’t know a damn thing about him anymore.”

Tara’s lips twitched briefly at the corners, her eyes still narrowed at you as they ran up and down the length of you in silent appraisal. “I know damn well you’re not what he wants,” she spat. “You’re forgettable. Not someone worth a second look. I can promise you, he will never want you like you so clearly and pathetically want him. So I suggest you let it go and stop trying to text him asking to spend time with you before I make sure he never wants to look in your direction again.” That ruthless little grin was back on her lips. ��And believe me, I could do that. Make him hate you. Make him revulsed at the sight of you.”

As much as you wanted to call her bluff, there was a part of you that truthfully was afraid that she could manage to do exactly that. Pit Jax against you, make him hate you. With the way he’d been acting the past few weeks, he hadn’t seemed like the Jax you’d gotten to know over the last three years at all. And the last thing you wanted was to lose your best friend even if it felt like you already had.

A self-satisfied smirk pulled at Tara’s lips when she saw how quickly that threat had silenced you. She knew she’d gotten under your skin finally. But before either of you could say another word, a figure appeared at the other end of the hallway. The movement caused both of you to turn your heads before you caught sight of Jax just as he realized he’d stumbled into something happening between the two of you. His expression shifted between a mixture of things so quickly that you only managed to catch a couple of emotions–surprise, guilt, frustration–before he’d thrown that usual stoic calm over his features which often made him impossible to read.

“Everything good here?” Jax asked as he sauntered towards the pair of you.

You’d been about to answer, but Tara beat you to it as she gestured a hand in your direction.

“You really need to get a handle on the croweaters “ She sent you a sidelong glare before adding on, “They clearly don't know when their mouths are wanted.”

“She’s not a croweater, Tara,” Jax replied, sounding tired. 

He glanced over towards you, taking in your posture as you noticed how exhausted and worn down he looked. He looked as if he hadn’t been sleeping well for a few days. His blonde, shaggy hair was messier and more disheveled than usual, and even the way he carried himself seemed a little off–sluggish and weary. You wondered if it was his thoughts or something else keeping him up late at night before you quickly shut those thoughts down. You probably didn’t want to know the answer.

“I’ll meet you in your office, alright?” he said, focusing back on Tara. “Just gimme a minute.”

Tara stood there eyeing you, that smugness still radiating off of her before she finally continued down the hall in the direction she'd been going in initially. Your attention remained on Jax, studying his face as his eyes followed Tara’s retreating form until it was gone. Then he ran a hand across his mouth in agitation as his gaze drifted back to you.

“What're you doing?” he asked.

Your brows immediately drew together at the accusation in his tone. “What are you talking about?” 

Jax’s head gestured towards where Tara had just disappeared. “Talking to Tara,” he clarified. “Whatever that was clearly wasn't friendly. What're you doing?”

Lips parting in surprise, you couldn't believe he was blaming you for that tense situation he had just stumbled on. Jax had always known you to be fairly level-headed even if you were blunt and spoke your mind. You didn't start shit at the clubhouse despite the few times you'd shut a girl up when you'd truly needed to and he knew that.

“Oh, so I'm the one starting shit?” you shot back incredulously. “Is that the bullshit she's poisoning you with?”

Jax made a face immediately, his expression twisting into one of distaste. “Poisoning me? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” 

The look on his face gave you pause before you could blurt out everything that'd been on your mind about him and Tara since she returned. But you could see the way his brows had drawn together as his eyes narrowed back at you, his mouth a tight line. He was getting pissed. At you. Something that had never happened before. You knew Tara was a topic that had often been off-limits with him in the past, so calling out her bullshit seemed like it'd get you nowhere with him, even if he desperately needed someone to yank his head out of his own ass.

“She stopped me,” you said instead. “Trust me, I have no desire to have hallway chats with her. That was all on her.”

“Just stay outta shit with Tara,” he told you, moving to step past you like he was already done talking to you. “It’s none of your business.”

Your eyes finally fell to what he was holding in his hand as he took a step forward in the direction of Tara’s office. It was a tumbler. Probably a tumbler filled with coffee. Just like he used to always bring you. The sight of it left you breathless, feeling as if someone had just slammed their fist right into your chest and knocked the wind straight out of you.

“You're bringing her coffee now?” the question slipped softly out before you could stop it.

For the briefest moment, Jax looked guilty at your question and the tone of your voice as his eyes fell to the cup in his hand. But almost as quickly, his jaw tensed and he focused back on you.

“It's none of your business, like I already said,” he snapped.

“So that's it then?” you asked, your mouth suddenly having a mind of its own. “You only have time for Tara now?”

Jax turned back towards you, that frustration from a moment ago returning and setting him off like a lit match. He tensed as he stepped towards you, his eyes narrowed into a sharp glare.

“Maybe I've been fucking busy,” he snapped at you. “You think of that? Maybe I don't have time to sit and drink with you because I've got other shit going on.”

“For a month, Jax?” you asked in disbelief. “Too busy to call or text? Too busy to talk when I'm at the clubhouse? You've been like that ever since Tara came back–you're avoiding me.”

“What?” he snapped, shaking his head at you. “You think I'm avoiding you, is that what this is? You're mad cause you're not getting all my attention? Are you fucking serious right now?”

“I'm mad because you haven't been acting like yourself lately!” you shot back, waving a hand at him. “You never get mad at me like this!”

“Cause you're actually pissing me off right now!” he yelled back.

Those words quieted you, your mouth closing before another thing could come out of it. You'd clearly gone too far and now he was probably just going to push you further away. And dammit, that hurt. All of this hurt.

He pointed a finger in your face as he leaned in towards you, his voice growing dangerously calm as he continued. “Leave the shit with Tara alone, I'm not gonna say it again,” he warned you. “It ain’t your goddamn business. Stay the hell outta it.”

He didn't stand there another second longer before he turned and headed off in the direction Tara had left a few minutes ago, abruptly ending the conversation with you. You stood there watching the back of him, your eyes fixed on the reaper of his kutte until he disappeared towards her office and left you standing alone in the hallway.

A strangled, choked noise fought its way up your chest and out of your mouth before you threw a hand over it. Everything felt like it was suddenly crumbling around you, a burning ache exploding in your chest at the way Jax had just gone off on you.

Ducking into the empty room nearby, you could feel the sting of tears as you slipped inside. You abruptly shut the door after yourself before sinking to the floor, your back to the door as both of your hands flew over your mouth to muffle the sounds of the sobs beginning to fall out of you. 

That hadn't been like Jax at all. Not with you. He'd never gotten pissed like that at you before, never gotten in your face. Even when he was in a bad mood, he'd always been careful with you. Always immediately apologized the handful of times he'd accidentally snapped at you. 

But not this time. 

Warm, wet tears spilled down your cheeks as you shook with sobs against the closed hospital room door. The memory of the way Jax had looked at you just now had Tara’s earlier threat running through your mind again. How she could make him hate you, never want to look in your direction again. Was that what she was already doing?

Where the hell had the Jax you knew for the past three years gone? The one who'd held you close when you'd had a really bad week at the hospital and never minded if you'd cried on his shoulder? The one who used to make you smile with his smartass mouth, and who sent you voicemails to tell you about some ridiculous thing that happened when you'd been working a late shift at the hospital and couldn't be there to witness it? Where was the Jax who'd pick you up sloppy drunk from girls night outs with your friends and called you adorable as he made sure you got home safe?

What the hell had she done to him?

[puffins-muffins]

Sanctified

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Word Count: 500 Summary: Jax never thought he could be whole again after Tara left, until you. Warnings: 18+ only please, hurt/comfort, emotional healing, Soft!Jax, slow burn vibes A/N: I'm just really deep in my Jax feels 🥺 tonight so here's this. ✨All feedback (reblogs, comments, likes) is much appreciated and encouraged!!✨ Enjoy babes! 🩷

Jax used to think that there were parts of him that would stay broken forever.

Some nights, he’d sit on the old rooftop outside the clubhouse, a cigarette burning slowly between his fingers, convinced there wasn’t enough left in him to give to anyone.

Not the good parts, at least - and certainly not the soft ones. Tara had taken those with her when she left him, walking away with all the pieces of the man he was trying to be. What she left behind was the outlaw, the fury, and all the wreckage that came with him.

But then you happened. And somehow, without even trying, you began to gather all those broken edges he thought no one would ever want to touch - all the parts he thought were too sharp to hold.

You didn’t come into his life loudly. You didn’t demand his attention or try to fix him with some kind of silly optimism. You just… existed. Showing up on his worst days without asking for more than what he could give - steady, stubborn, forgiving.  

And even when, especially when, he gave you nothing - you stayed anyway.

Jax didn’t know what to do with that at first. Didn’t know what to do with the way your laughter threaded through the cracks in him, or how the soft graze of your fingers across his skin made him feel like flesh and blood again, instead of something hollow and irreparable - stitched together by guilt and regret. You only looked at him like maybe it didn’t scare you.

You brought color into a world he’d resigned to being nothing but grey and desolate.

Now he watches you sometimes when you don’t know he’s looking. Watches the way you move through a room, the way you talk with your hands - animated and unapologetic, the way your eyes shine when you’re passionate about something. You’ve got this calm inside you, but it’s not soft, it’s wild in its own right.

And fuck if that didn’t break him wide open.

He swore he’d never fall again, swore the club was the only thing left in his life worth bleeding for.

But then you curled into his bed one night, wrapped in one of his favorite flannels - your cheeks tinted pink and warm to the touch from the whiskey you’d both been sipping. You looked at him like he wasn’t something broken, like he was a man who could be loved, still. And for the first time in years, he believed it.

So yeah. Loving you isn’t something Jax chose, it’s just something he does.

And he’ll never say it out loud, not the full weight of it, not yet, but he thinks that maybe you already know. Because when you reach for him - when you brush over old wounds like they’re nothing to be ashamed of, like he’s still something whole despite it all, he swears it feels like maybe there’s still something in him worth saving.

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Pick Me Up

Pairing: Jax Teller x female reader

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. Unprotected intercourse. Hair pulling.

Summary: After being apart for over a week due to his obligations to the club, Jax surprises you by picking you up from work and taking you for a ride.

A/N: I wanna ride with Jax on his bike and then get absolutely destroyed by him, okay?

(Reader is not described other than having hair long enough to blow in the wind and be pulled)

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The word terrible didn’t touch how your week had been so far.

You said goodnight to your coworker who lingered behind, your exhaustion and irritation unable to be hidden from your voice even though it was only a few words, and you slung your bag over your shoulder as your heavy feet carried you down the hallway and out the back door.

The sun was still hot, and you paused and closed your eyes for a minute, taking a deep breath as you let its warmth shine on you, having arrived at work before it had even risen and not stepped foot outside the building all day.

It felt rejuvenating, and you felt the tension in your neck and shoulders fall away as you reopened your eyes and took a step forward again, walking around the corner to where your car was parked while wondering if you should treat yourself to some take out for dinner tonight. Then you remembered the chicken and salad you had in the fridge, feeling guilty if you let it go to waste, and sighed, thinking how you just wanted this week to be over, having not gotten any of the things you wanted anyway.

You flipped your keys around the ring that you held in your hand, the one for your car now secured between your thumb and index finger, ready to unlock it and start your drive home.

That’s when you noticed him.

Part of the contributing factor to your sour mood was leaning against his Harley, smoking the last of his cigarette while his blond hair glowed like a halo on his head, his crooked smile greeting you as he squinted in the sunlight and stood.

It had been nine days since you last laid eyes on Jax.

Nine agonizing days that had you questioning everything you had with the gorgeous outlaw, and despite how much you wanted to give him hell, everything in you felt relieved to see him.

He strutted over to you, flicking the butt of his cigarette on the pavement as he made his approach, his cocky swagger never ceasing to make heat rise up through your body.

“Hey, darlin’.”

“Well, this is a surprise,” you quipped, tilting your head as you watched him deflate slightly and look down at his pristine white sneakers, kicking a pebble before looking back at you with a shrug.

“I’m sorry.”

You nodded, not trusting your words to come out like ice.

“I miss you,” he added softly, closing the space between you where he gently grabbed your elbow and rested his forehead against yours, the contact making your stomach burst with butterflies while your heart ached in your chest.

“I miss you too,” you admitted, unable to deny it or keep it in despite telling yourself countless times that you wouldn’t give in so easily this time.

He smiled again, the rise of the corner of his mouth pulling out the crease on his cheek you missed so much, bringing your finger up to trace it before he pulled you into a hug and swayed on the spot with you.

You found yourself relaxing in his embrace, essentially melting into him as you always did, letting your cheek rest against the soft flannel shirt that he wore under his kutte, and you nuzzled yourself further into him, inhaling his scent of smoke, fresh laundry and cologne, your hands slipping beneath his shirt to card up his back.

“So, what are you doing here, Jax?” you asked, parting from him enough to see his face.

“I wanted to pick my girl up from work…make up for lost time…”

You smiled, watching his cheeks blush as his blue eyes moved down to look at your lips.

“Don’t think I was happy being away from you for that long either,” he explained, moving in close to you again while grabbing your ass at the same time.

“Jax!” You squirmed, checking behind you to make sure there was no one around who could be looking.

His chuckle sang to you, and when he angled his face down to capture your lips, you forgot about caring if anyone saw.

He pressed his hips into you as he deepened your kiss, claiming your mouth in a way that made you dizzy, his hands moving to hold either side of your face as he indulged in what he was clearly genuine in having missed.

“Come on,” he spoke in a lazy drawl, pulling away ever so slightly so that his lips still hovered on yours. “I’m taking you for a ride.”

You bit your lower lip, excited for your adventure while hoping he meant that in more ways than one, following him over to his bike with your hand secured in his.

Jax unclipped the spare helmet you always wore from the back and placed it on your head, gently feeding the strap through the loops to fasten it, the simple touch of his fingers on your chin making you yearn for him even though he was so close.

“There,” he said, smiling at you again when he had finished securing your helmet with the snap at the end of the strap, leaning in to kiss you softly. “You ready?”

You hummed and nodded, returning his smile as he winked at you and reached for his own helmet.

He sat on his bike, adjusting himself on the seat while he turned the key in the ignition and flicked the switch to the fuel pump, the loud, powerful rumble of the engine vibrating through you when it started up.

Jax looked over his shoulder at you and titled his head for you to hop on, gripping the handlebars with both hands as you positioned yourself behind him and he lifted the kickstand with his foot. You scooched forward until you were flush with his body, the sensation of your core pressing against him something you had been missing desperately, and you had no shame in tucking your hands up under his layers of shirts so they splayed out on his bare skin, feeling the trail of coarse hairs that disappeared in his jeans with your fingertips.

Riding with Jax was equally calming and exhilarating, feeling safe as you rested your cheek on his shoulder, but also free with how the wind made your hair fly, the gusts pressing against your body with powerful force as you traveled against it. He was no different; a risk, dangerous, but providing all you needed to feel like you were actually living, each moment spent with him making you come alive while simultaneously enveloping you in the safety of his arms, the proximity to his circumstance another thing that had your life walking the line between threatened and protected.

Despite it all, you would always choose him, knowing he would, and always had, chosen you over everything else, nothing able to stand in your way.

His hand dropped to rest on your thigh as he cruised, and you held him closer to you even though you had the freedom to ease up on your grip around his waist at this speed, feeling his stomach move as he chuckled.

Pulling up to a stop sign, Jax placed his foot down on the road, pausing even though no other vehicles were around to wait for. He twisted as much as he could, his head turning to look over his shoulder at you, his smile warming your soul as it always did.

“You okay back there?”

“Perfect,” you replied, seeing his grin grow wider, his eyes scrunching up at the sides.

“Hey,” he said, tapping his cheek with his finger and puckering his lips, requesting a kiss from you.

You happily did, pressing your lips into the blond scruff on his rosy cheek, feeling him hum against you.

It obviously wasn’t enough to satisfy him though, angling his face even more so he could reach your lips with his, his tongue dancing briefly in your mouth that sparked even more want and longing in you.

A car honked, annoyed and impatient with your obliviousness to the rules of the road, making you break your kiss earlier than you both wanted.

Jax scoffed and gave the driver the finger, earning another blare of the horn that made you laugh and bury your face in the crook of his neck, your lips gently pressing against his heated skin.

“Just fucking go then!” he yelled at the driver. “Jesus Christ…” he chuckled, shaking his head as he patted your thigh. “Ready, sweetheart?”

“Where are we going?”

He smirked, a bit of mischief sparkling in his blue eyes, “I’m taking you home, baby.”

You bit your lip in anticipation of the promises held in his voice and his eyes, readjusting your hold around his torso as he pushed off the pavement and rolled through the intersection, turning left to head back into town and in the direction of home.

Golden rays still cast down on you as you rumbled along, the glow of the setting sun even more of a glorious view from the open air of his motorcycle, but nothing ever compared to him.

You squealed when Jax opened it up, twisting the throttle to add more speed, the bike easing forward smoothly but still a noticeable enough change to make your stomach jump. His laugh sounded out over the noise of the bike and the roar of the wind in your ears, making you giggle in response and smile harder, your hair catching on your parted lips as it blew around your face when he pushed his bike to go even faster.

“Hold on, darlin’!”

Those exact words were said again now, only his tone was completely different.

He was out of breath and panting, each word slow to come out and decorated by his efforts, his low grunts of pleasure a contrast to how bright and playful his warning had been earlier.

“That’s it, baby,” he praised from behind you, watching as you took hold of the headboard in front of you for support.

Jax gripped your hips and pulled you back, forcing your bum up and against his groin while your back sank into an exaggerated dip, seating himself even deeper inside your cunt that he had already been buried in for the better part of an hour now.

Resuming his pace, he thrusted in and out of you, dragging his thick cock slowly out before slamming it back in again, each blow making you whine and moan louder than before.

Having edged you the entire time, you were close, each movement a threat to unravel you completely, the longer he fucked you the further you came from being able to hold back your imminent orgasm.

Your bodies were wet, sweat and sex covering every inch of skin, your hair a mess and hanging in your face, sticking to your swollen, moist lips just as it had when you were on the back of his bike.

Long fingers raked through your tangled tresses, collecting it all into one of his hands with a twist and tugging on it enough it pulled at your scalp and made you shiver, angling your head back toward him where he leaned forward and kissed your neck.

“Fuck, you feel so good, darlin’,” he murmured, still thrusting into you at a forceful, precise pace. “You stay right here for me.”

He kept a tight grip on your hair, knowing it was wrapped around his fingers just like his rings were, keeping yourself where he’d positioned you out of fear that if you faltered and fell forward it would sting more than it already did.

Your hands secured their hold on the headboard, bracing yourself for what you hoped would be your demise, a lazy smile creeping on your parted lips when he continued to kiss and nip at your neck, his tongue swiping long strokes up to your ear where his breath followed to dance on the patch of wet skin he created.

“I love you,” he breathed, his voice soft as his mouth lingered on the shell of your ear, making your smile grow larger and tears spring out the corners of your eyes right before he upped his tempo and started fucking you with all he had, a gasp blowing out of your lungs that changed into wimpers and cries that filled the room.

“Jax - fuck! - I love you too,” you moaned, your head tipping to the side slightly only to be righted by him repositioning you by your hair.

“I know you do, darlin’,” he said through a smile you could hear playing on his voice, another unhinged sound spilling off your lips when he reached his other hand around your body to land on your cunt, two of his fingers roughly massaging your clit. “Now you be a good girl and cum for me,” he added, his words making you crumble and obey as soon as they were spoken.

The headboard shook and slapped against the wall as he pounded you harder, the secure clasp you still managed to have on it making it move violently to the sway of your body, and you wailed as you felt yourself gush around his cock that slammed in and out of you mercilessly.

The tension that ripped through your limbs eventually subsided into a relaxed, almost numb feeling, every part of you tingling and awoken, allowing you to focus on him, hearing his feral grunts as he finally unloaded himself inside you with a stuttering push of his hips.

As his cock pulsed and twitched inside your walls, he pulled on your hair more, bringing you closer to him as he met you halfway, his body collapsing over yours heavily, his mouth sucking and marking your neck with sloppy kisses.

A blissed-out chuckle came out of him as he fell onto the bed on his side, taking you with him while remaining buried in you, his arms enveloping you in a warm, lazy embrace that displayed all the addicting feelings that followed sex. Your legs tangled together, a soft hum passing your lips as you felt his stomach rise and fall against your back as he worked to catch his breath, his hand languidly running up and down your arm appreciatively.

Jax nuzzled his face in your hair, inhaling deeply like he was trying to consume every bit of you, his warm exhale ghosting over the sensitive skin that he had made raw with his scruff.

“I really did miss you,” he admitted, and the tone of his voice solidified that you couldn’t doubt that it was true for a second.

You smiled, reaching for his hand and bringing it up to your lips, pressing a kiss on each bruised knuckle and then over the rings that adorned them.

When he eventually slipped out of you, he rolled you over to face him, pulling you onto his body so you half-covered his, your leg hooking to rest high on his waist.

His hand ran over your hair, smoothing it down as he stared at you lovingly, the light in his eyes matching his smile.

He was the sun itself in your world, and like the moon, you'd chase him into each day to rid yourself of the shadows, unashamed to love him for everything he was.

Your heart swelled as he smiled bigger at you, the creases beside his mouth coming out, and you traced along the one with your finger, looking at him beam as if he hadn't committed heinous crimes in the name of the patch worn so proudly on his back and inked into the skin you so fiercely loved.

“Thank you,” you whispered, bringing your face closer to his so you were able to rub your nose back and forth on his.

A small laugh that turned into a hum blew out of him, his arms pulling you closer to his warmth.

“Anything for you, darlin',” he drawled, his exhaustion showing in his words.

He met your lips with his, softly brushing a kiss on them before capturing them fully, moving so you were guided onto your back and he laid his body over yours, proving that no matter how much energy he'd already expended in loving you, he wasn't nearly done yet.

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[kuttesandknives]

warning(s): SMUT. jax in a fractured emotional state, parental death mention. 18+ readers ONLY. words: 2.3k a/n: set smack dab in the middle of season two, so spoilers are within. truthfully, this is my first x reader fic, so go easy on me with the reviews. 🥺✨

The clubhouse still smelled like stale beer when Jax stormed out, jaw tight, rings and fingers stained with blood, knuckles raw. The fight with Clay wasn’t just another blow up over miscommunication. It’d been building for months now, ever since Donna. Jax had been extra volatile lately, more so since Tara left Charming again. He saw that coming, as much as it rested bitterly on his tongue and ached in his chest. It was almost worse the second time around.

“You wanna lead, son? Start actin’ like it. Stop hiding behind your dead daddy’s words.”

That was the last thing Clay said before Jax swung. Now, those words echoed at the forefront of his mind, incapacitating any other possible thought to come to the forefront.

By the time he showed up at your place, it was well past midnight. You recognized the distant growl of his bike pulling into the parking space outside your apartment's patio–surely Patty next door would complain to the landlord about that. Not that you gave a damn.

“Can I come in?” Jax asked, his voice low and hoarse.

You stepped aside to let him inside, the porch light highlighting the raw knuckles and split lip, but you didn’t ask. Not yet. And just like that, you became the one person he could run to when shit got too damn chaotic.

The door clicked softly behind him. He was quiet for the first thirty seconds, removing his kutte and putting it on the back of your dining chair. You watched him cross the room again, taking in the blood dotted along the front of his white shirt. He plopped down on the couch and leaned back, closing his eyes as his head was facing upward.

Silence stretched between you two again as you walked into the kitchen, clicked on the dim light above the stove, and grabbed the ice pack you kept in the freezer. Part of you hated how automatic it had become, tending to Jax’s wounds like this. But tonight felt different. The fight had dug deeper.

You returned into the living room, crouching in front of him as he leaned forward now with his forearms resting on his knees, pressing the ice pack against his jaw and giving him a soft smile of reassurance. He flinched slightly, not from the cold but from the touch, like he wasn’t used to something so domestic such as this.

“You gonna tell me what happened?” You finally asked, holding the ice pack firmly against his jaw.

He didn’t look at you. Just past your shoulder, like if he’d meet your eyes, the dam would break.

“Clay.” One word. Heavy and unmistaken.

You nodded. “That bad?”

“Worse,” he muttered, finally sparing you a glance with that signature smirk for just a second.

You moved the ice pack a little, brushing his blond hair back with your free hand to get a better look at the cut on his brow. It had stopped bleeding, but it’d bruise considerably by morning. You could already see the purple blooming beneath his skin.

“Did he say something, or did you finally throw the first punch?”

A dry, humorless laugh escaped him. “Both.”

He went quiet after that. You knew better than to push. You just stayed close and allowed the silence to seep in between the two of you again. Your hand brushed against his knee as you adjusted your knelt position a fraction, your head cocking to the side ever so slightly.

He leaned back against the couch now, taking control of the ice pack with his own hand and holding it there. He looked at you–really looked.  “He said I was weak. That if I wanted the goddamn gavel, I needed to grow some balls first.”

You could see his jaw tick, like he was holding something back on purpose. “Well… did you?”

Jax’s tongue darted over his split lip. “Yeah. I swung. First time in front of the table. I knocked him on his ass.”

You let out a slow breath. “Jesus…”

He shook his head, tossing the ice pack on the side table. “He deserved it. He’s been throwing his weight around, becoming so goddamn full of himself and his vision–” His jaw ticked once again, like he wanted to elaborate but knew he couldn’t, nor would he. “Greed. Power. Lies. Everything that SAMCRO is supposed to be against, he’s gunning for everything that’s in the wrong direction on purpose.” You took his hand and held it, noticing the smear of Clay’s blood under his fingernails. “I’m scared I’m gonna become him. Or worse. I feel like everything is falling apart and I can’t get a fuckin’ grip on any of it.”

You felt your chest tighten. “You won’t.” He looked at you like he wanted to believe you if just for a second. “Every time you’ve come here, Jax, bleeding or not, you’re still fighting to be something better.”

He let out a shaky breath and leaned forward, the hand that you were holding coming up to cup your face as he spoke, “This is the only place I can breathe.” Jax’s thumb grazed against your cheek a few times as he held it while your hand came up to gently brush his hair back.

“I don’t know who the hell I am anymore,” he admitted, and it came out like a confession. “I thought I did. I thought the manuscript, my dad’s vision, all that… thought it would show me the way, but every time I try to steer this thing differently, I end up right back where he was. Drowning in the same fuckin’ shit.”

You reached up, fingers brushing against the bruise above his eye, “He didn’t drown, Jax. He was pulled under. There’s a difference.”

One hand rested on your wrist now while the other cupped the back of your neck. His touch wasn’t rough, but it held a considerable amount of weight. The pad of his thumb traced your skin, like he was trying to ground himself and like your heartbeat was the only constant left. The only thing that grounded him, tethering him to reality.

“I didn’t come here for this.” Jax admitted, his forehead resting against yours now. “I just–I couldn’t go home, you know? Not right now.”

“I know.” You reassured him in a whisper. “You don’t have to elaborate if you don’t want to.”

“But I want to.” His voice cracked on the edge of it. “You’re the only person who doesn’t look at me like I’m supposed to have all the answers. Like I’m not already burning at both ends.”

You forced down the knot rising in your throat, your gaze undeniably locking with Jax’s, quietly pleading, quietly saying all the things you couldn’t put into words. He looked back, his eyes never moving from your face; they never did, even if he’d deny it.

He moved first, deliberate and slow as he leaned in, like he was expecting you to back out but you didn’t. His lips captured yours as your breath was caught, but not out of surprise but rather relief. The kiss started carefully, loaded with a question he wasn’t sure neither of you wanted answered.

Still, you answered without hesitation, returning the same urgency.

Jax kissed you like a man starved, like he was desperate to feel something that didn’t rip him apart. His hand slid to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss. Your mouth opened for him, lips parting, and he groaned low and guttural, like the sound had been stuck under lock and key for days.

You climbed into his lap without asking, straddling him where he sat on the couch. Your knees bracketed his hips as your fingers traced up under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his chest, tracing warm skin and hard muscle. Jax’s breath hitched when your hands rested against the top of his chest, fingers curling into soft fists.

“Jesus.” He murmured against your mouth, his forehead resting against yours, “You sure about this?”

“Yes.” You whispered faintly, “I want this.” A beat of silence filled the void and then, “I want you, Jax.”

That did it, snapping the lingering tension like a bowstring.

He surged up, wrapping your legs around his waist, carrying you toward the bedroom like he couldn’t bear to waste another second. Your fingers fumbled with his shirt the second the door shut, but he beat you to it. He set you down right in front of the side of your bed, removing his own shirt as you undid his belt and zipper, letting each item fall to his ankles. He stepped out of them as he kissed you and helped you out of your sleepwear, conveniently a pair of shorts and a threadbare t-shirt far too baggy.

He gently held you in his arms and guided you onto the bed, gently laying your back against the mattress like you were something sacred; like this wasn’t just about fucking anymore, no, this was about remember what it felt like to just be human.

When Jax’s body lowered onto yours, his left hand trailed against your sides while his right held your face. His lips found yours again, his teeth gently nipping at your bottom lip. Then he pulled away just enough to study you despite the darkness in the room, as the only light that was present was the streetlight outside your bedroom window.

“You always look at me like that.” He hissed out in a hushed tone, now lapping his tongue against your neck.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m not me. Like… I’m worth a damn.” Like I’m not just another fuck, he thought.

“Because you are.” You declared once his eyes met yours seconds later.

He didn’t respond with words, but he did kiss you again. This time more urgent. Rougher, to the point where his scruff scraped against your skin with every pass. He cupped your breast, and his thumb brushed against your nipple, causing it to pebble underneath, and your back arched into him. You felt his cock against your thigh as he ground his hips into you, but he didn’t rush. He took his time, savoring the feel of your tongue against his.

Your hands explored him in return, grazing fingertips along his shoulders and cupping around his biceps with one hand while the other dipped low, gliding against the low dip of his spine.

Jax pulled back just enough to look at you, his blue eyes soft, “I need you to see me tonight. Not the kutte. Not the club. Just… me, babe, can you do that for me?” God, the way he looked at you sent a shudder down your spine. He was the farthest thing from innocent, but that look could feed patrons for hundreds of years.

You reached up, cupping his jaw, “I already do, Jackson.”

He pressed his forehead against yours with a ragged breath. Then, slowly, he reached between you and guided himself to your entrance. He slid in with a quiet groan against your lips as your walls stretched to welcome him.

Fuck. You gasped at the feel of him; heavy, warm, perfect.

He didn’t move right away once he was fully sheathed. He bracketed both his forearms beside your head to hold himself up as your body fully adjusted. He made sure to study each subtle micro expression and leaned down to kiss you again, more meaningful and sweeter, a far cry from the first batch of kisses you’d shared tonight.

He started to move now, slow and steady, hips rolling against yours in a rhythm that was all need and reverence. Every thrust was deliberate, dragging across your walls and pushing you toward something deeper than just pleasure. You clung to him, your legs wrapping around his waist to keep him close and unambiguously inside.

“Fuck.” He cursed against your lips.

“Jax–,” you sighed in a whisper. He buried his face in your neck in almost a pathetic attempt to keep it together. You felt him tremble, his biceps twitching as you held him there and the unmistakably twitch of his jaw. He was close. “Jax, baby, you can fall apart here. It’s okay.”

That cracked something open.

His thrusts became uneven now, heavier, as if your permission had granted him the space to unravel. He held you tighter, his fingers digging into your hips and his breath turned ragged.

The build in your core grew hot and insistent. Each grind of his hips pulled a breathless moan from your lips. The weight of him, the way he moved inside you, the emotion… it was too much and not enough all at once.

Your climax crept in slowly, like a tide rising. Your body tensed under him, and he felt it, slipping a hand between your legs to circle your clit with practiced fingers. “Come for me.” He muttered against your ear, “Come while I’m inside you.”

Your mind protested for a moment before caving, your body obeying after the third pass of his cock following his request. Your walls clenched around him as your release hit. You cried out his name, fingers splaying his shoulder blades as you clung to him as he wrung out every bit of what you could give him.

“Shit,” he groaned, his hips sputtering. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”

He came with a broken sound, burying himself deep one last time, his whole body going rigid for a few seconds before he slumped over you, chest heaving.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. You just held each other, hearts thudding in sync, sweat cooling on your skin. Eventually, he rolled onto his side, pulling you into him so you were tucked against his chest. He wrapped an arm around you, his thumb tracing circles on your back.

“I didn’t come here to do this.” Jax admitted, staring at the ceiling like he regretted what transpired. He didn’t, but he did at the same time.

“I know.” You said in a whisper.

Then… “But I’m glad I did.”

You tilted your head upward and smiled, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. “Me too.”

He didn’t say anything else. He just held you closer, tightening his arms around your frame.

[navybrat817]

Love Isn't Enough

Pairing: Dark!Jax Teller x Female Reader

Summary: You love Jax, but not enough to stay.

Word Count: Almost 1.5k

Warnings: Angst, implied dubcon/noncon, attempted breakup, bittersweet ending, Jax Teller (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: More Beach Fun Nonsense! Hope you lovelies enjoy. @writercole requested Jax Teller and a visit Under the Boardwalk (dark) with prompt #38 in bold. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You zipped up your bag after you put the last of your clothes inside. You expected a weight in your chest as you looked around the bedroom, but you weren’t upset at all. The place looked lived in, but it wasn’t a home. Charming was no longer your home. You could practically see the smirk on Jax’s face as he said “I told you so” since he suggested for you to leave and settle down somewhere else a long time ago. You didn’t listen then, but you were taking his advice now.

It was time to move on.

“I’m all about that fairy tale, baby.”

While you felt nothing when you packed your bag, your heart ached with each step you took. Jax Teller loved you and you didn’t want to leave him behind, especially when you still loved him, too. Just because the love was there didn’t mean you had support or respect. Not the way the club did. They would have a part of Jax that you would never quite reach and they couldn’t expect you to just fall in line or keep your mouth shut when your man did something dangerous or worse.

“You wanna be an old lady? Act like it. Do what you're told!”

There was something wet on your cheeks when you went to grab your keys. You sniffled as you wiped them with the back of your hand. When did you start crying? How many tears had you shed over the man who promised not to break your heart? It was tiring putting yourself back together and no amount of amazing sex or empty words could fully seal the cracks.

If your relationship taught you anything it was that love wasn’t always enough.

You didn’t regret it though. Life was too short for regrets. You got to experience love and many couldn’t say the same. You weren’t sure if you’d ever meet someone who sparked as much passion within you as Jax had, but you hoped he could defeat his demons without you tethered to him. Both of you could forge your paths and maybe they’d one day merge again.

“I love you, baby.”

“I’m sorry, Jax,” you whispered into the darkness of the living room.

“What are you sorry for?”

The keys fell from your hand as you spun toward the couch, your heart close to beating free from your chest. The flame from Jax’s lighter illuminated his face from where he sat and for a moment he looked like a demon, tortured and beautiful. He flipped on the lamp beside him and took a long drag from his cigarette, his stormy eyes drifting to the suitcase before they went back to you. His normally slicked back hair appeared disheveled as he blew out of a puff of smoke, like he couldn’t stop running his fingers through it.

He still took your breath away whenever you laid your eyes on him.

As much as you wanted to go to him and pull on those strands as you rode him, you wouldn’t. Sex wasn’t going to steer you from your decision. Besides, he used it as a weapon and you didn’t have the strength to clean up your wounds when you walked away.

“I didn’t hear you come home,” you answered.

He tilted his head and took another drag. “You’re sorry that you didn’t hear me come home?”

You swallowed as his gaze went back to your bag. “No, I’m sorry because I’m heading out,” you said, your stomach sinking as the words hung in the air.

Jax continued to smoke and you didn’t dare move as he took his time, the familiar scent of the smoke doing nothing to ease your nerves. You almost wished he yelled or destroyed something instead of stewing in silence. It put you on edge.

“And where the fuck do you think you’re going?” He finally asked, his voice so quiet you almost missed the question.

“I don’t know yet,” you said, tears springing to your eyes as he put the cigarette in the ashtray and got to his feet. “I just can't stay here.”

“So, you’re not just heading out. You’re going away. You’re leaving me,” he stated, clenching his fists as you moved back. He didn’t sound surprised. Just hurt and angry. Hurting him was the last thing you wanted to do.

“You told me to leave a long time ago. I should’ve left then, but I loved you and I thought that was enough for us,” you explained, a tear sliding down your cheek. You couldn’t back down though. “I still love you and I probably always will, but you’re married to the club. That’s your true love and I’m tired of fighting a losing battle.”

The stricken look he gave you almost made you apologize, but it was too late to turn back. “I’m the President and the club is family, but they aren’t you.”

“Jax-”

“Come here. Now,” he ordered, but there was a familiar gentleness in his gaze that he only showed with those he cared for. It was almost enough to make you cave. “Just sit and talk to me. We can figure this out.”

You slowly shook your head. “There isn't anything to figure out.”

“So, that’s it then? You're leaving?” He asked, raking a hand through his hair. “How many times do I have to prove to you that I love you? But no, it’s never good enough for you, is it? Love isn’t enough?” He scoffed when you shook your head again. “That’s bullshit. I need you and you need me, so don’t just-”

“That’s just it, Jax! I don’t need you!” You snapped. Both of your eyes went wide and you weren’t sure which one of you was more stunned by the statement. “When I did need you, you weren’t there. The club always has and always will come first. My eyes are finally open to that.”

“Baby…” he breathed out, his shoulders falling when you held up a hand.

“I love you. I do,” you promised. God, you loved him so much it fucking hurt. The pain had to end at some point. “But I don’t need you or this life. Not anymore. I’m done.”

You needed to say the words, so why did they feel hollow?

Jax snapped himself out of whatever shock he was in before he stomped toward you. With a gasp, you backed yourself against the wall. He never raised a hand toward you, but you had seen that fire in his eyes before. Anyone in his path ended up destroyed by that fury. Would he leave you on the ground in a pile of ash?

“You aren’t leaving me. We aren’t done,” He grabbed your chin, his grip tender when he could’ve crushed you. He pointed toward the bedroom, but kept his eyes on you so you knew how serious he was. “So unpack that bag and get it in our fucking bed.”

You searched his gaze, trying to find a trace of the man you loved instead of the stranger in front of you. “You can’t make me stay.”

He crushed his lips against yours, drawing a whimper from you. This wasn’t the kind of passion he typically showed you. This was a form of control. Like the club, he wanted you to bend to his will. Make you submit. Could you do that?

Was it safer or cowardly to give in?

It didn’t hurt so much when you opened your mouth to him and let him take over. The dull ache between your thighs would fade quicker than the cut to your heart. A betrayal of a moan escaped as his tongue dueled with yours. It didn’t take him long at all to win that battle. Jax would always win.

Was it worth fighting even if you lost? Yes. At least that way you could say even if you didn't win that you tried.

You couldn’t take a breath even when his mouth left yours. His lips left a blazing trail toward your ear, but it left you cold instead of warm. “Yes, I fucking can,” he snarled, your legs shaking as he pulled you away from the wall. “Tell me the club means more to me when I’m inside you. See if you can leave me when I’m fucking you into our mattress and showing you how much I love you.”

“Jax, please,” you begged, trying to pull free from his hold as he dragged you to the bedroom. He wouldn’t force you to sleep with him, would he?

“Beg all you want, baby. I won’t stop ‘til you know your place is here with me.”

Was this why Jax told you to leave a long time ago? To save you from the man he had become? It didn’t matter. It was too late to escape.

And maybe, in his own twisted way, he’d prove that love would be enough this time around.

I hope I did this justice! Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

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[kendallroydefender]

Blood & Honey (Jax Teller x Reader) Part 1

Summary: When you take a teaching job in the quiet town of Charming, the last thing you expect is to cross paths with Jax Teller - outlaw, single father, and the leader behind the town's most infamous motorcycle club.

Authorsnote: thank you all for welcoming me so kindly into this fandom 🩷 this story is not completely following the original plot (Tara left him and they don’t have a child together - also Opie didn’t die (yet))

”Goodbye Mrs. Henderson.“

You said, watching as the woman closed the door to your classroom. Letting out a relieved breath.

You had started teaching at Charming elementary a month ago and your Headmaster thought it was important that you met the parents of your students as early as possible. So you had scheduled a parent teacher meeting for this evening.

You looked at the paper, Abel Teller was next. You had met his Grandmother before when she dropped him off at school. And she had been really nice to you, so you exhaled relieved that the next and last conversation was going to be light. It was clear that she loved her grandson and spent a lot of time with him.

You were flipping through the boys file when a knock was heard on the door before it was opened.

You looked up with a smile, expecting to see the dark haired woman. What you didn’t expect was the blonde man that walked into the room. He was wearing a white Shirt, black leather Kutte, denim jeans, white sneakers. You couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was.

”Oh, hello.“ you said a little taken aback. ”I don’t think we’ve met yet?“ you said stupidly

”Hey,“ he chuckled a little ”No, we haven’t. I’m Abel’s Dad.“

”Oh, yeah, of course.“ you said.

”Jax Teller.“ he said he introduced himself, before you offered your name.

You had heard of him before of course. No one could live in Charming and not hear of Jax Teller. Leader of the Sons, the infamous Motorcycle Club. But you hadn’t seen him until now. And all the stories about him somehow left out how handsome he was. And your were not prepared for that.

”Sit please.“ you made a gesture towards the chair on the opposite of your table.

Jax sank down in the chair in front of you, with a relaxed confidence.

”So, how’s Abel doin‘? Hope doesn’t already got a record.“ he said nodding towards the file in front of you.

”No, no,“ you smiled, letting out a nervous chuckle

”Abel’s great, he’s very bright, kind too.“

A proud smile made its way onto his face

”Yeah?“

You nodded.

”Yeah, he talks about you a lot.“ you told him

Jax eyes snapped up to yours again

”That so?“

”Mhm, he tells me about riding with his dad, the garage, you’re some kind of superhero to him.“ you told him before adding

”He looks up to you.“

Jax didn’t say anything for a moment. Something flickered behind his eyes as you said this, something heavy.

”Uhm, tough he does seem distracted sometimes, like his mind is somewhere else.“

Jax nodded, letting out an exhale.

”Kid‘s seen a lot.“

You thought so. You had been told that there had been some dangerous situations the Sons had found themselves in. As well as complicated family history you heard bits about.

”Well, if there’s something I can do to help him you can always come in.“

”Thank you, appreciate it, Darlin‘.“

Darling? Jesus.

You felt heat creep up your neck at the petname.

”I just want to make sure he has everything he needs to succeed.“ you said trying to calm your heartbeat again.

You two looked at each other for a moment, this definitely wasn’t how you felt talking to Mrs. Henderson or any other parent.

To remain the rest of your professionalism you looked into your students file once again before looking into the blue eyes from the man before you again.

”Well I think that covers it.“ you said.

”Do you have any questions?“ you added a moment later.

”Nah, no questions.“ the blond said before adding

”Just good to know my boy’s got a teacher who gives a damn.“

You looked up at him and genuine smile on your face, happy that someone acknowledged your trying.

”I do. Thank you. He’s a great kid.“

”Well, I don’t want to keep you for too long..“ you trailed off.

”You got somewhere to be?“ he asked with a grin but some curiosity in his voice.

”No, don’t think my houseplants will miss me too much.“

No boyfriend, was what Jax noted.

”This your last meeting?“ he asked as he stood.

”Yeah,“ you nodded, closing the file before getting up yourself to put it back in the drawer.

He nodded.

”I‘ll walk you out then.“ he said and waited for you at the door as you took you bag and gave him a little smile.

”You’re new here.“ Jax stated, walking next to you.

”Moved here a bit more than three months ago.“ you answered.

”What made you choose Charming?“ he asked.

”They were desperately looking for a new teacher and I was desperately looking for a new job.“ you told him.

He chuckled.

”Well, it was nice meetin‘ you, darlin‘. Good to know that Abel’s in good hands.“

”It was nice to meet you, too, Mr. Teller. I’ll try my best.“

He smirked at you then saying

”Jax.“

”Mr. Teller.“ you said with a smile

His smirk turned into a grin

”Goodbye Miss y/l/n.“ he said with a wink before walking over to where his bike was parked.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

You had seen Jax a few times after that day. He had dropped off his son some mornings. Always sending you a smile and a wink that made your stomach flip for reasons you’d rather not think too much about. He was incredibly handsome and very charming, yes, but there was something else to him. Something you couldn’t explain, something that made you curious about the man. A pull between you.

But you hadn’t talked since then. That would change at the end-of-summer fest the school had organized. Every class had prepared a little performance.

You hurried in right as the lights went down, leaning against the wall in the back.

As the first group of kids performed a little theatrical number you let your eyes look over the back of parents.

That was when you saw it. The black leather Kutte, with the logo of the sons. The blonde hair. Jax. He looked a little out of place. His leather and rough edges between the polished parents in their flower dresses.

When Abel’s class went on stage though? You could see his whole stance change, he sat up a little straighter, hands now resting on his knees instead of being crossed over his chest. It was so clear how much he loved that little boy and you couldn’t help the smile on your face.

When the whole thing was over Jax waited until the crowd had thinned before he made his way over to you, hands in his pockets.

”Hey Teach.“ he grinned at you

”Hi, Mr. Teller.“ you said

”Jax.“ he said with a smirk.

”Mr. Teller.“ you said but you couldn’t help the smile on your face.

”Think my kid nailed it?“ he asked

”He did great.“ you told him with a nod.

You two talked for a while afterward, about the preparation for the fest, about Abel.

Gemma standing a little off watched you two interact curiously.

There was a easiness to the way you acted around each other, a familiarity even though that was only your second conversation.

The way you laughed at what her son said, the way the grinned at you.

'Interesting‘ she thought. Tara had left again almost half a year ago and for Gemma this was the perfect opportunity for Jax to get completely over her.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••

It was the day of the yearly fundraiser Gemma organized for the school district. Your school was of course involved in that. You had volunteered to help out with a booth and had been assigned the can throwing stand. There had been a bit of a mix up, leading to them not having a second person for it.

”Jax, I forgot tellin‘ you but a booth needed another volunteer and I told them you’d do it.“ Gemma told Jax with a smirk he couldn’t read.

”You’re kiddin‘?“

”No, Jackson. It’s the can throwing one. They’re waitin‘ on you.“ she slapped a hand on his back.

Jax made his way over to the direction his mother had pointed in. Already regretting showing up. He just wanted to check in with Gemma and Abel, now he was stuck playing carnival worker.

But he stopped in his tracks when he saw who the other person working the stand was. You were setting up the cans, not having seen him yet.

He turned around towards Gemma who watched him with raised eyebrows. He laughed a little shaking his head.

”Guess you’ll have to make do with me today.“

You turned around at the sound of that familiar voice. Of course it’s him. You should have known when Gemma told you she had someone to help out.

”Well, that’s a surprise.“ you smiled

”You any good at this?“

He asked, stepping closer, hands in his pockets as he nodded towards the stack of cans.

”I’d say I’m decent.“ you said, taking a ball, turning it from hand to hand before you tossed it at him.

He caught it easily.

”Think you can keep up, Teller?“

”Darlin‘, I grew up throwing punches, this ain’t a challenge.“ smirk tugging at his lips

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head.

”Well this job requires a little more charm than muscle. Think you can handle that?“

He leaned against the booth, watching you for a moment.

”Guess we’ll have to find out.“

Before you could answer him your first customer was standing at the booth. A little boy, maybe eight years old.

”Hey there, wanna play?“ you asked him

The kid nodded, before you handed him the balls.

Jax crouched down next to the kid

”Alright, buddy, give us your best shot.“

”Hey, Jax? Can you give me that ball?“ you asked absentmindedly, filling the little crate that held the balls.

His hand paused while reaching for the ball, head tilting slightly, his lips twitched into a smile

”What was that?“

You frowned, confused

”What?“ you asked

”Nothin‘.“ he shook his head, still smirking, handing you the ball.

And that’s when you realized. You had said Jax. Not Mr. Teller. But you found that you didn’t regretted the slip up. Not the slightest bit.

The afternoon had been surprisingly fun. You and Jax had fallen into an easy rhythm. The lighthearted banter between you two never really stopped. You could feel that pull again between you.

Then a familiar voice called out

”Dad!“

You looked up just as Abel ran toward the booth, a smile on his face. His tiny hands clutched a half eaten cotton candy, his fingers already sticky.

Jax crouched down, resting a steady hand on Abel's back. "Hey, buddy. Havin' fun?"

Abel nodded enthusiastically, taking another bite of his cotton candy. His eyes flicked up to you, "Hello Miss Y/N!"

You smiled warmly. "Hey, Abel! Looks like you're having fun"

He nodded again, then turned to Jax. "Are you winnin', Daddy?"

Jax chuckled, ruffling his son's hair. "Just helpin' people win prizes."

Abel turned back to you. "Did my dad get in trouble?"

You laughed. "No, he's actually being very helpful." You glanced at Jax with a teasing glint in your eyes. "Surprisingly."

Jax smirked. "Told you I could charm my way through this."

Jax grabbed a napkin from the booth and cleaned him up, mumbling something about "sticky little hands." It was a simple moment, but something about it made your chest feel warm.

The way Jax looked at Abel, so full of love and devotion, was enough to make your heart clench.

You had always known Jax was Abel's father. It was the reason you’ve met Jax in the first place. You'd heard the way Abel talked about him in class, the excitement whenever his dad picked him up.

But seeing it in person - watching Jax be so soft with him, so completely wrapped up in this little boy - made it feel different. More real.

Jax must've caught you watching because when he looked back up, his smirk softened into something else. Something unreadable.

You quickly cleared your throat, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Well, Abel, do you wanna try knocking down some cans?"

Abel nodding exited again. Jax handed him a ball, adjusting his tiny grip. "Alright, buddy, give it your best shot."

You stepped back, watching as the little boy aimed carefully before tossing the ball with all his might. The cans toppled over, and Abel cheered, throwing his arms up in victory.

Jax scooped him up effortlessly, pressing a quick kiss to his hair. "That's my boy."

And just like that, something deep in your stomach twisted. Because you were in trouble, serious trouble.

You liked Jax Teller.

In the evening after clearing the booth

”Wanna watch the fireworks?“ Jax asked putting the cans in a cardboard box.

”Yeah, sure.“ you nodded.

Jax closed the flaps of the last box ”Come, let’s get a good spot.“

You followed him to a spot a bit further from the crowd that had gathered around the stage where a band played. Walking through the crowd, Jax hand found the small of your back, guiding you, his touch light but present.

”This good?“ he asked and you nodded.

The fireworks started, casting color over the dark sky. You stood close, probably too close, but neither of you moved away. His arm brushed against yours, followed by a slow glance exchanged.

You turned to him for a second, he was already looking at you. Neither of you spoke but the pull was there, undeniably.

You turned away, looking at the sky again.

And you thought how this is different. This is not some Dad helping at a school event. It’s something.

Meanwhile Jax had similar thought. Yeah, you were beautiful he had seen that the first time he met you and there had been an itch to get to know you better. But there was an air about you that he liked, you were talking to him normally. Not with judgement about who he was and also not with obvious want because of his role in the MC, like the croweaters.

He walked you tour car again at the end of the day.

”Guess I’ll see you around, teach.“ he said, his voice softer.

”Yeah, I guess so.“

He lingered a second longer, looking like he was debating something.

”Drive safe.“ he said finally, stepping away.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

You had been sitting at your kitchen table sorting this weeks classes when your phone ringed.

'Jax Teller'

The display said, making you frown a little. You had exchanged numbers at the charity event last week but neither of you had made the jump to call or even text the other yet.

”Hello?“ you said after you had picked up

”Hey, I have to ask you for a favor.“

Oh.

”Oh, okay? What is it?“ you asked a little confused, not knowing what to expect.

”I got somethin' important to take care of tonight, and my mom's tied up. I don't like askin' for favors, but..."

”You want me to look after him?“

”Yeah, you already know each other and I trust you with him.“

You were silent for a beat before you could say something he spoke again.

”I wouldn’t ask if there was anyone else.“

”Sure, I’ll babysit him. When do you need me?“

”Thank you. I can drop him off in 20?“

”Okay, yeah.“

Exactly twenty minutes later your doorbell rang. You dried your hands off on a kitchen towel, having done the dishes.

Opening the door, you found Jax standing there, Abel at his side, little backpack slung over one shoulder.

"Hey," Jax said, giving you a small mod.

"Hey," you echoed, looking down at Abel with a warm smile. "Hey, buddy."

Abel gave you a little wave.

"You sure this is okay? I know it's last minute."

"Jax, it's fine," you reassured him. "We'll have fun, won't we, Abel?"

Jax exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Alright. He already ate, but there's snacks in his bag. Shouldn't be any trouble."

”He never is trouble at school.“ you smiled at the little boy.

He nodded, then stood, looking at you again. "I owe you for this."

"You don't."

He tilted his head slightly, studying you for a second before nodding. "I'll be back later to get him."

"We'll be here."

For a beat, he didn't move, eyes lingering on you in a way that made your breath catch. Then he exhaled, giving Abel's head a quick ruffle before stepping away.

Looking after Abel was easy. You played a game you had found somewhere in your house.

When it got late you watched a movie and the little boy fell asleep on the couch. You had pulled a comforter over him and turned the volume down.

Around eleven there was a knock at your door.

”Come in.“ you walked with him to the kitchen ”Do you want something to drink? A coffee? Water?“

”A water, please.“

You filled a glass, your fingers brushed as you handed it to him.

”Thanks, darlin‘“ he said but his voice sounded exhausted, missing the usual teasing tone.

You hesitated for a moment before asking ”Are you okay?“

He let out a breath ”I don’t know how to answer this.“

You nodded understandingly.

”You don’t have to.“

He studied you, his gaze intense.

”Abel had some ice cream, I hope that’s okay?“ you changed the topic.

A small smile appeared on his face ”Yeah. Of course. Was everything okay?“

You nodded ”Yeah, he’s great.“

He was quiet for a moment, contemplating something.

”You know about his birth?“ he asked unsure of how much town gossip you had heard.

You shook your head, no.

”He was premature. Had a lot of medical issues, open stomach, heart issues.“ Jax shook his head

”Doctors thought he wouldn’t survive. Guess he proved them wrong.“

”Oh wow, that must have been hard.“

”Hardest thing I’ve ever been through.“

After a beat he spoke again

”I keep thinkin‘… what if he had a regular dad?“

”Jax-“ you started

”Nah, I mean it.“ he cut in ”Some guy with a nine to five. Someone who won’t leave in the night to handle club shit.“

You watched him for a moment taking in the weight of his words

”You love him.“

He looked at you

”That’s what’s matters. That’s what makes you a good dad. He doesn’t need a regular dad, just you.“

He looked at you for a moment like he wanted to believe you

”You don’t know half of it.“ he said then shaking his head.

”I don’t know how much you’ve been told about… me. But Abel was kidnapped when he was a toddler.“

Kidnapped? Your breath caught in your throat as his words sank in.

Jax wasn't looking at you now. He was looking down at his hands, fingers laced together, knuckles white. Like he was holding himself together.

"It was my fault," he said after a long moment, his voice quieter than before. "The club, the life I lead… it put a target on him.

And I wasn't there when they took him."

You couldn't even begin to imagine what that must have felt like.

"What happened?" you asked gently.

Jax exhaled slowly, rubbing his hand over his jaw like he was trying to work through how much to say.

"He was taken by the Irish. Some bullshit power play against the MC president back then." His jaw clenched.

"I had to go to Belfast to get him back. Thought I'd never see him again."

Your stomach twisted. You knew Jax Teller came with some struggles but hearing this was something else entirely. You could see it in in the distant look in his eyes that this wasn't something he really ever talked about. You should pull away from him, from his life and everything that came from him. But looking at him now, knuckles white from how tightly he was gripping the counter top, you couldn’t make yourself pull away.

"But you did," you said softly. "You got him back."

Jax let out a breath, but it was shaky.

"Yeah. I did." He nodded slightly, like he was reminding himself of that. Then he finally looked at you again, something raw in his expression.

For a second, you weren't sure what to say.

What could you say? There were no words to erase what he'd been through, no easy reassurance to take away the weight of it.

So you did the only thing you could. You reached out, taking his hand in yours.

Jax looked down at your fingers laced together, his thumb brushing absently over your skin.

"You love that boy more than anything," you told him, squeezing his hand. "That's what matters. That's what makes you a good dad, Jax. Not the club. Not the past. Just you."

He swallowed hard, nodding once.

Jax finished his glass.

”I should probably let you get some sleep.“ he said. You followed him to your living room, the kid still asleep wrapped up on your couch. For a moment you leaned against the doorframe watching Jax making his way over to his son. The way he stood over him for a moment, looking at him.

He picked up a sleeping Abel in his arms, the small boy stirring slightly but not waking up completely as he curled his arms around his fathers neck.

”Thank you, again.“ he said with a nod

”Anytime.“ you smiled.

He lingered a little longer at the door, then he turned and walked with Abel towards the car he had arrived with. You stayed at the door, watching him open the car door, carefully settling his son into the seat. He glanced back at the door for a moment again, you gave him a short wave and then he was gone.

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Only Mine: Part Two

find part one here

[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 2.2k

[cw]: 18+ only, smut, smut and more smut. unprotected p in v sex, oral m receiving, some almost getting caught tropes (kinda) and just jax having his way with you

[authors note]: so I wasn’t planning on making this a two part series but here we are! this is basically just pure smut but I owed it to you guys after that cliffhanger. thank you again to THAT anon for the fantasy that inspired this second part! it was too good not to write.

Your hands dug into the front of his leather cutte, weaving your fingers in between the cotton of his shirt. The only sound was the roaring of the bike beneath you, and the wind as it thrashed your hair into chaos against your helmet. You weren’t sure where you were going, but at this point you didn’t care. You squeezed your arms as they wrapped snug around him, tightening as he sped faster into the unknown.

Chibs followed just behind. They had been on their way to a Mayan warehouse earlier that night, before Jax decided to make a detour when he saw your car parked at the bar. When it was clear they had to go, you had begged Jax to bring you along. To your surprise, you had somehow convinced him. His dick was clouding his judgement, but you were both desperate to find an end to what you had started in the backseat of your car.

They parked the bikes in the back of a desolate warehouse, alongside a large empty truck. The building was fenced in with metal chain links and surrounded by broken security lights. From what you could see through the darkness, it was completely deserted.

Jax approached Chib as he rocked the kickstand on his bike as you waited patiently alongside his.

“Bobby and Juice on their way to the Clubhouse?”

Chib’s placed his helmet on the bike, “aye. Everything according to plan.”

“Alright, let’s get this done.”

Chibs placed his hand on Jax’s chest, “ye sure about bringing her? Could be here awhile pal.”

He knew he was right, bringing you with them wasn’t the smartest decision Jax had made tonight. He lit a cigarette between his lips as he walked back to you, “Just a straight forward drop off, Chibs. Stash the shit and get in the truck.”

Jax pulled you into him by the waist as you fumbled to undo the clasp of your helmet. His mouth pressed firmly against you, kissing you intently as his hands held your face to his. He watched you for a brief moment under him, your eyes staring up at him as he held your lip between his teeth. He broke only to smile widely down at you as he spoke, “c’mon, I got an idea.”

“We’ll be inside.” he called out, collecting a black satchel from the back of his bike. Chibs didn’t respond, only chuckling to himself as he watched Jax lead you away. “Kids.”

He pulled you through the warehouse by hand, obviously familiar with the surroundings. The building was dimly lit by a single light that shined from the entrance, just enough that you could see your feet beneath you as you walked.

You didn’t ask questions, just followed as he weaved his way through a thick maze of tall empty shelving units. He gripped your hand tighter as he pulled you into a small room cordoned off in the back of the building, housing the now derelict security unit and remnants of old office supplies.

There was a large display window that overlooked the majority of the warehouse, which would’ve been used to watch the ongoings of the building when it was up and running.

“Wait here.”

You obeyed his order, sitting on an old computer console that towered from the floor. It was just large enough that you could sit with your legs bent alongside it, straddling it beneath you.

The distant light was too far to aid in your sight as you attempted to watch him through the display window. Jax disappeared into the darkness of the warehouse. You could hear the sound of a door opening and closing from the opposite end of the building.

It felt like he was gone for eternity as you sat in silence, waiting for his return.

Suddenly an external door into the office opened, making you jump, and Jax re-entered, this time empty handed as the satchel he carried in with him was gone. He locked the door behind him. He moved toward you, now standing with his waistline parallel to your face. He was looking out into the warehouse from the side of the display window. “Just gotta wait for the pick up and then we’re out of here.”

“How long will we be? This place gives me the creeps.”

“Shouldn’t be long. Then I’m taking you home. We got unfinished buisness of our own, darlin’.”

Jax laid his hands to your cheeks, cupping your face upward to look at him. His thumb stroked your skin gently, as he peered down at you with hungry, desperate eyes.

“How ‘bout you just swallow my cock now to pass the time.”

You chuckled at his adavance, raising your eyebrows at the suggestion. “Here? What if someone comes in?”

Jax lowered himself down, forcing your head to turn on its side, as his lips pressed to your ear. He spoke slowly, unravelling you with every word. “Let them watch. I don’t give a shit. Your instructions earlier were very clear darlin’, you told me to take what’s mine. I’m going to take you, here and now. I’m going to have you where I want you, when I want you. You are mine to take, however the fuck I want.”

You nodded as he turned your face to his, your eyelids batting against your cheeks that were smushed beneath his hands. His thumb found entry between your lips and you instinctively opened your mouth wide for him. He smiled contently at how quickly you obeyed his silent demand. You held your tongue out, and he grasped at your jaw in response, turning your head side to side as he observed every inch of your face. “You are so fucking perfect. So fucking mine.”

You had never wanted him more than you did in this moment. You were prepared to beg and plead on your knees for his cock, you would do anything for it, and he knew it.

“Fill my mouth, Jax. Please.”

He leaned down to you as he unclamped the buckle to his belt, smirking against your lips as he placed them on yours.

He released his long length against your face, and you immediately took it into your hands. His head fell back as you stroked him intently, pressing the tip of his cock against your lips. You planted small, wet kisses against his shaft, as your hands caressed his erection. Once you’d kissed every inch, you took him into your mouth, forcing him in deeper as you pulled him in you by his unbuttoned jeans.

He groaned at the sensation of your wet tongue, circling his length before you choked at the fullness of him inside your mouth. There was nothing quite like gagging on Jax’s cock.

“Look at me when you take me”, he demanded. Your eyes trailed up to him as you swallowed his cock, drool dripping from your chin and down your neck. Moans escaped his gritted teeth and his hands entangled in your hair, collecting the strands into a ponytail behind your head. He tugged at the root to push you in closer, as he used your mouth over and over again.

“Get on the floor.”

You knew better than to question the order. You did exactly what he said, laying against the cold concrete floor that laid beneath you. He stroked his length as he stood above you, instructing you on every move to make.

“Take off your shirt and lay down.”

Once you were half naked on the floor, Jax lowered himself into you. His cock pressed against your waist, as he pulled down your jeans and panties.

“Spread your legs wide for me.”

Jax didn’t wait any longer. He encapsulated himself into your mound, opening your wet folds as he thrusted into you. A gasp escaped your throat as he entered, relief filtering through every inch of your core.

“Oh you’re still fucking soaked for me, babe.”

You couldn’t help but whine at the immediate pressure building between your thighs, desperately trying to hush your voice. It was near impossible to keep from screaming as the heat from your groin was burning to be released. You’d waited for what felt like forever since Jax had you in the same position in the backseat of your car, and the anticipation of being relieved was a feeling you revelled in. He grabbed your throat with his hand as you laid beneath him, your ass crushing repeatedly into the cold tile as he pounded into you.

“Remember what I told you earlier? While my face was covered in this perfect pussy?”

You couldn’t respond, let alone think of anything that happened earlier tonight. You groaned out as the length of his cock engulfed your insides, and hearing him talk this way was sending you over the edge. How the hell were you supposed to think?

“What’s wrong, darlin’? Can’t remember?”

“I can’t think straight- like t-this, Jax,” you admitted. You were staring into his eyes as he pounded into you, fighting the need for yours to roll in the back of your head.

“Let me help you.”

He sat you upright, his dick still embedded in your mound, as he lifted your legs, bending them against him. He pulled at your ass, bringing himself even further inside, the feeling of fullness overwhelming you. Your back was now arched against him, giving him full access to your clit.

“Fuck- not helping-“, you cried.

His hands travelled from your ass to your cunt, circling his fingers over the swollen nub, while he fucked you into oblivion.

“Jax- oh my go-“

He smiled as he watched you lose yourself in your climax, succumbing to his cock. His head fell back in pure bliss as he felt your orgasm squeezing him.

“I told you, you’re mine.” His cock pushed further into you as his hand tightening around your neck, the skin turning a shade of red at the force.

Your head nodded violently, “I’m yours-“ you somehow managed to muster out, your voice cracking under the pressure of your orgasm and his hand around your throat.

Just as Jax was going to unravel with you, you were interrupted by the sound of the main entrance door opening, followed by footsteps. “Did you hear that?”, you whispered.

Jax leant backward enough for him to peer over the display window. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness to realise who the intruders were. It was Bobby and Juice.

“Is it Chibs? Do we need to go?”

Jax looked back down at you, sprawled half naked against the floor and completely, totally his. Seeing you this way, he couldn’t of cared who entered the warehouse, he was going to finish claiming you no matter who watched. He gleamed at the sight of your flushed pink cheeks and hair utterly strung awry, all the result of his doing. “Oh no, darlin’. I’m not finished with you yet.”

His cock found your entrance again, sliding into your dripping mound as he bit back a groan. “You feel so fucking good- taking me so well-“

You tried desperately to suppress your scream, failing as a squeal slipped through your lips.

Jax quickly placed his hand over your mouth, and you were thankful for the aid in silencing your whimpers. He roamed over your body and face, watching as pleas left your eyes, begging in desperation for another release. His lips pulled into a devilish smirk as he lowered himself completely into you, forcing his cock to push even deeper into your mound.

You groaned into his hand, his hips finding a way to submerge even further into your core. Jax was enjoying every moment of this, watching as your composure expired around his cock, while he never wavered, just holding himself there within you.

“You gotta be quiet for me now, darlin’,” he murmured slowly into your ear. “Can you do that for me?”

You nodded at his request, struggling to move from the weight of his body pressing against you. His hand tightened around your mouth as tears began to stream from your eyes, overwhelmed by the urge to stay silent against the extreme fullness you were enduring.

The footsteps grew closer, as Jax pushed deeper and deeper into you with each thrust.

You could hear Bobby lowly calling out, “Jax, where you at?”

He ignored his calls, focused entirely on you beneath him. Nothing else mattered to him but the way you felt wrapped around his cock.

He was relentless, repeatedly finding a new depth with each thrust into you. His hand stayed out against your mouth, and you bit at the skin to suppress the groans that couldn’t be muffled. He quickened his pace, and your fingers squeezed at the leather of his cutte as you found your final climax. Jax hunched his back, bringing his face to yours as he found his release with you, filling your aching cunt with his seed.

When he recovered from his end, he began to trail plentiful kisses from your chest, and up your neck. He paused at your jawline as he pressed a tight smile against your skin, nibbling at the flesh.

“You’re only mine.”

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[etclouie]

hey lovely! congrats on 600, could i get a possessive jax teller and this prompt to make ima jealous maybe?

“louder, i want them to hear you.”

˚୨୧⋆｡ prompt/s; “louder, i want them to hear you” — from 150 prompts

˚୨୧⋆｡ warnings; established relationship, smut, mdni 18+, smut with no plot, semi public sex, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie😇, ima kinda watches??, that’s it i tjink 

˚୨୧⋆｡ a/n; last 3🙏

— thank you for celebrating 600 with me || submissions are now closed

Jax rolled his hips against yours again, pulling another breathy moan from your parted lips. 

your left hand grabbed at the reaper table underneath you, while your right tangled in his hair. 

the doors to chapel were slightly ajar, but in this moment you couldn’t pull yourself to care. not when Jax was making you feel so good. 

“only one for me, got it?”

he drawled, lips brushing against your ear. tilting his head in an attempt to meet your eyes, slowing his hips until your eyes flickered up to his. whining as you nodded slowly, cunt fluttering around him and your fingers in his hair pulling him down into a messy kiss. 

all teeth and tongue while a smirk continued to tug at his lips, his left hand hooked on the underneath of your knee to push your legs further apart as he continued to thrust into you again. 

the steady sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, alongside your moans. 

“don’t want anyone else darlin’, only you”

he continued, nodding along slowly to his words as the coil began to wind tighter in your belly. 

your fingers tangled in his hair grabbed a fistful, pulling him down into another kiss and moaning against his lips, which made him smirk wider. 

“louder, i want them to hear you”

he cooed, punctuating his words with a deeper thrust that had you inevitably moaning louder. 

he loved it. loved when you got loud, and everyone knew who was fucking you. 

“J-Jax!”

you cried out, unable to form any other words than his name. the pleasure shooting through your body too much, and too good to deny. 

behind you, you never seen the chapel doors creep open ever so slightly. a familiar blonde standing on the other side watching in shock and disappointment, which made Jax drive into you harder and faster. 

your cunt fluttered around him again, and with a few more calculated thrusts he had you toppling over the edge. 

another gaggle of moans fell from your lips, your head lulling itself back as the coil in your belly snapped. your walls spasming around him as the hazy bliss of your high surrounded you, his touch softer now despite how he was still chasing his own release. 

each thrust he gave grew sloppier than the last, indicating his climax fast approaching. with another thrust of his hips and the feeling of your walls fluttering around him, he came undone. 

hips rolling shallowly as he released himself inside you, his chest heaving and his breathing laboured. 

once his breathing had calmed down, he stayed inside you. his hands soothing across your sides while he kissed you, pulling back enough to whisper against your lips. 

“no one else for me, ‘specially not—“

you cut him off before he could say her name, not wanting her to ruin this moment. you leaned in to kiss him again, capturing his lips in a heated and possessive kiss. 

both of you fighting for control of the kiss before he let you have it, smirking against his lips as you broke the kiss after a minute. 

“don’t need to mention her, know you only want me”

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[ravennaortiz]

Summary: Your date ends in cuffs but not in the fun way.....or will it?

This is part of the 2025 Valentines Day Choose Your Own. As always 18+.

You sighed as you leaned back against the cold wall of the holding cell. The thin dress you had on not doing anything to keep you warm as you waited. What a way to spend Valentines you thought to yourself as you reflected on the last couple of hours. What had been a lovely day with Jax had turned into a brawl the moment you had caught Tara putting her hands on your man. As much as you scolded Jax for his hot headed behavior, your temper is what had you sitting cuffed right now instead of dining at your favorite spot.

“Look at my little troublemaker” chuckled Jax as he strolled to the front of your cell making you roll your eyes. “Come on I’m busting you out” he added as he jingled a set of keys in his hand.

“Thank god” you murmured as you stood up and made your way to the cell door. “Well you gonna open it?” you asked as you stood waiting.

“After you pay” replied Jax with a grin as he put the keys in his pocket.

“Pay?” you inquired as you cocked your head.

“Turn around Darlin. Show Officer Jax how much you want to be free” he stated as he undid his pants and pushed them and his boxers down. His thick cock bobbing freely.

“Jax stop it” you hissed as you glanced over his shoulder to the open door that led to the rest of the station.

“Unser and Hale are busy with actual criminals. Thee not gonna care” replied Jax as he reached through the bars and grabbed your arm. “Just turn around and back that ass up for me” he continued as you struggled in his grip. You couldn’t deny the idea was turning you on but you didn’t need more legal trouble.

With one hand on your cuffed hands Jax held you tight against the bars as he used his other to slip under your dress and rip your panties off making you gasp.

“Jax” you moaned as he slipped two fingers into your dripping core making you arch your back against the bars.

“Good girl” murmured Jax as he continued to thrust his fingers in and out as he circled your clit with his thumb. “Come for officer Jax” he added as he felt you clamp around them and your breath quicken.

“More” you whined as you came around his fingers. Without a word Jax pulled his fingers from you and pushed you forward before lining his cock up with your core through the cell bars and slamming into you. Your moans echoed off the walls as he slammed into you over and over again. The cuffs on your wrist jingling with every move as you desperately clutched the bars to keep upright.

“Such a good little slut” he groaned as he closed his eyes as your body started to milk his thick length. His thrusts becoming erratic until he was exploding deep inside you as a rush of fluid poured from your body as you incoherently babbled and moaned.

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Happy Spring Sleepover!

How about Jax Teller + Clothes On + Day Trip? ❤️

"On the road"

Pairing: Jackson "Jax" Teller x female reader (no other specifications!)

Warnings: dry humping, liquids

WC: ~600 words

Author’s Note: we're gonna pretend i did this on time, and thank you for your lovely request navy <3 banners by @/saradika

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It wasn't often Jax agreed to get away with you on a day trip so when it happened you had to use your best weapons to make sure it happened again soon.

It wasn't a long drive to where you were heading, you knew he'd never leave southern California but still, the thought of being closer to the beach made you happy. You stopped at a gas station for coffee and snacks, the place relatively empty. You wanted to get cheeky with him but you had to choose your best moment.

After finishing your sandwiches you went on your merry way again. Soon enough you found a clearing. An open space for rangers to park their cars and rest, you stopped to look at the view, took a complimentary selfie together and sat on one of the benches. Jax pulled you to his lap and kissed your shoulder slowly.

You smirked as you thought of something.

You tilted your head back to kiss him softly and he responded eagerly. You had to set your plan in motion. You continued until you felt his hands wrapped a little too tightly on your back before you switched to straddle him instead. Jax whistled not used to you being this open in public and when you started grinding on him he started feeling very hot and very needy.

You started moaning into the kiss, your desperation growing with how much deeper your movements felt. You gripped his hair for leverage as you let yourself feel all of his length thankful you chose leggings and a dress shirt for the day. You could feel him getting harder underneath and you loved how he allowed you to take the lead, letting you feel him however you wanted him.

You gasped as you pushed yourself against his jeans and moaned when you raised your body to grind deeply into the harsh material.

"Fuck Jax" you moaned your desperation growing.

"Oh no you started it you're gonna finish it yourself. "

You groaned and ground him harder, your wetness leaking through. You had no other choice, you had to keep going as he cockily smirked at you keeping you steady and holding you in place. His position allowed him to watch any other cars that might happen to park close by.

"Come on, you were so sure of yourself a minute ago."

"I thought you'd take me to the car."

"Oh, no, this is how you started it this is how you finish."

You groan and continue knowing that you need a little bit more friction but all Jax does is tilt his head and look at you expectantly so you continue low groaning and grinding.

It feels like forever when you can feel yourself starting to break apart and that's only when he starts helping you bucking his hips to you allowing you better access as he slightly unbuttons his jeans. You let out a grunt when you reach your heaven and place your chin on his neck to muffle your moan as your wetness spreads to his jeans.

"Fuck, Jax." You curse again and breathe heavily on top of him.

"Hmm..." He muses still unimpressed. "Get in the car."

You look up at him surprised. Were you getting what you wanted after all?

"I'm not driving with a hard-on, darling," He said and you couldn't help but agree.

"And this time you're gonna use your mouth."

You groaned and smiled at him. How could you ever deny him?

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[bellaxgiornata]

You Are My Sunshine [3]

Pairing: Jax Teller x Fem!Reader Word count: 3.6k [Series Masterlist] [Jax Teller Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+; sunshine!Reader/grumpy!Jax (somewhat), fluff, angst, friends to lovers, eventual smut, canon divergent, canon typical violence (more tags to possibly come)

a/n: I happen to be very sick today so I figured I'd share another part of the series with y'all. Prepare for some angst and a pissed off, grumpy Jax. The next part is almost a complete draft, so more is coming. Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

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Jax’s mind had been a noisy, dark place all day. He'd been smoking more than usual since that constant irritating, familiar itch for something was back again and demanding to be felt. It didn't help that his jaw ached from the way he'd been grinding it for hours, attempting to hold down the ever-present rage in his chest that felt like a coiled viper desperate to strike at something–anything. 

He knew it was only a matter of time before something set him off.

Drawing the beer bottle up to his lips for a deep pull, Jax sat back against one of the worn couches in the clubhouse. Legs spread wide, one of his hands absently toyed with his lighter against his thigh. Not even the alcohol had been helping to take the edge off his thoughts this evening as he watched the flame of his lighter flicker before he flipped the lid closed and snuffed it out once more.  

Across the clubhouse, Jax noticed one of the croweaters eyeing him from behind the bar. She had been shooting him flirtatious smiles and views down the front of her shirt whenever she bent over for the past twenty minutes now. For a brief moment, Jax had genuinely considered taking her down the hall and back to his dorm room. He’d thought that maybe shoving her facedown on the mattress for a quick fuck would briefly get Tara and Opie’s death out of his goddamned mind for just a little while. But for some reason the thought of fucking the same girl he'd seen with Tig last night only made that coil of anger twist tighter inside of himself. He didn't want her.

Bobby settled down on the opposite side of the couch from Jax, the movement catching his attention and causing Jax to tear his gaze away from the brunette behind the bar. Jax focused on his Vice President, watching as he rested his arm along the other armrest and sat half-turned on the cushion. There was a beer in Bobby’s own hand and a grim expression on his face as he quietly studied him. Jax could practically hear the words about to come out of Bobby's mouth before they even did. He was certain it was going to be a conversation that he'd had with him a few times now–and that only managed to piss Jax off more without Bobby even opening his mouth.

“What?” he finally snapped, unable to take the silent judgment any longer. “What is it?”

Bobby raised his hands in mock surrender, beer still clutched in one of them. “Didn’t say nothing, brother,” he answered calmly. “You just look like you’re ready to burn the whole place down over here.”

Jax’s fingers flicked his lighter shut once more, his eyes dropping down to where he’d been fidgeting with it on his lap. “Maybe I’m just thinking,” Jax countered sharply.

Bobby sighed, the expression shifting on his face as he took in Jax’s harsh tone. The sympathetic look in his eyes only managed to agitate Jax further, his hand gripping his own beer bottle tighter the moment his Vice President began speaking again.

“Brother, I know you’re feeling the loss of Opie,” Bobby began carefully. “We all are. And we’ll get retaliation for what happened to him. You know we will. We all want the same thing.”

Jax’s glare burned into the cement floor of the clubhouse as Bobby spoke. He didn’t like to think about how he’d lost his best friend just months ago. He didn’t want to remember that moment that haunted him, playing on repeat most nights when he closed his eyes. Ope hadn’t deserved that. He hadn’t deserved any of the shit that had happened to him over the past couple of years. 

But that was the life they led now, wasn’t it? Savage. Violent. Brutal. Unforgiving. Lonely. The many reasons Jax was trying to get the club out of running guns and into less dangerous business, especially after Abel had come into his life. Though it should have been Opie here as his Vice President talking to him right now. It should have been Ope talking him off the violent ledge he always seemed to be walking a thin line on lately. He’d always planned for it to be him at his right hand.

“There’s more to it than that,” Jax muttered bitterly.

Bobby nodded, more than aware that it wasn’t just Opie’s death plaguing Jax. He’d already been in a tailspin before that had happened, his best friend’s passing had just been the thing that had pushed him further into a spiraling descent fueled by rage and hate.

“Jax, man, you gotta let that go,” Bobby told him. “Tara made her choice. She left and it hurts, but it is what it is, brother. You can’t make her accept this life. You and I both know that the club life isn’t really meant for happy relationships and growing families. That’s how it’s always been.”

Jax’s jaw clenched again at Bobby’s words, his chest growing tighter. Bobby didn’t get it, not the full picture anyway. Because Jax had kept the full extent of what had happened with Tara a secret, one that was only known by Tara and himself. The club all had thought she had just come and gone from his life after Abel's birth complications, they had no idea that Agent Kohn really hadn't been in Charming investigating the Sons until he’d suddenly disappeared and left them all alone. The Sons had no idea that the psycho had actually been Tara’s ex who had followed her out here from Chicago, and that she’d most likely come here because she knew Jax would do something about it. That he was the only one who would. Because it was ultimately Jax who had finished Kohn off after Tara had shot him in self-defense when he’d tried to force himself on her. All his brothers had no goddamn idea that Jax had single-handedly disposed of the fed’s body after the fact, and now the secret lay buried within him, too. One that had been weighing on him heavily for more reasons than he cared to delve into.

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, Bobby,” Jax grumbled, his eyes still focused on his lighter. 

Another weary sigh fell out of Bobby as he glanced down at the beer bottle in his hands. “What I know is that you’ve been a mess ever since Tara left,” he continued carefully, full well knowing this was a difficult subject to broach with Jax. “We’ve all seen it, brother. You’ve got a shorter fuse lately, which leads to you not always making the best judgement calls. And we need you focused if we’re really going to get outta guns and get these other more legitimate businesses up and running successfully.”

Jax’s head snapped up at that, his eyes narrowing at Bobby. He wasn’t making the best judgement calls? What the hell was that even supposed to mean? He’d had the weight of the club thrust onto his shoulders right before him, Juice, Ope, and Tig had gone into Stockton, right after Jax had stripped Clay of his place in the club for the betrayal of killing his and Opie’s father–and Jax was still itching for revenge on that.

“Look, all I’m saying is that we all see it, Jax,” Bobby continued, trying to keep his tone even and calm. “You’re hurting. We get it. But you’re the club President now. You need to own your shit and leave the past where it belongs. It’s been a year, brother.” He paused, taking in the growing look of annoyance on Jax's face. “Whatever you gotta do to get right with your shit, you know we’ll support you. But this anger you’re holding on to? This rage and pain? You gotta find a way to let it go before it eats you alive.”

“It's not that simple,” Jax growled.

He could feel that growing rage clawing at his chest, desperate for release. For a target. Something to just unleash his fury on, to tear into and rip apart.  

“You need to find a way to make it that simple,” Bobby countered. “You need to–”

“I don't need you to tell me what I need to do!” Jax roared, rising abruptly from the couch and onto his feet. “I’m handling my shit. And I don't ever wanna hear you bring Tara up to me again, brother.”

Without another word, Jax stalked his way out of the clubhouse, slamming his half-finished beer bottle harshly down onto a table as he passed it. Storming off towards the clubhouse exit, he shot the hangaround that had been behind the bar silently flirting with him a dark glare that had her quickly averting her attention from him. He didn't give a shit that the guys were staring at him right now or that he’d just made a scene and went off on his VP. He didn't give a shit about anything at the moment. 

Roughly pushing the clubhouse door open with a hand, Jax stepped out into the warm summer night. He slipped his hand into the pocket inside of his kutte, feeling for his pack of cigarettes by habit to light up yet another smoke for the night. But even as he slipped the cigarette between his lips and lit it, he knew he didn't really want that, either.

He pocketed his lighter with a growl, taking a deep drag as he began to pace the length of the clubhouse parking lot in the dim lights. Back and forth he stalked in long, agitated strides as he ran a hand through his hair. His other hand pulled the cigarette from between his lips as he sharply blew out a trail of smoke, his mind still racing. He hated that the guys had seen how unraveled he’d grown lately because of Opie’s violent and unexpected death along with all of the internal festering bullshit with Tara that he hadn’t come to terms with yet. It made him want to hit something. To bloody his fists, break bone. That anger in his chest like a coiled serpent was just begging for something to sink its fangs into.

As Jax once more turned and stalked down the length of the parking lot in front of the clubhouse, his eyes landed on movement from across the street. You. He took a deep drag from his cigarette, watching you through your front shop windows as that dark anger coiled a bit tighter at the sight of you. You were laughing and waving goodbye to one of your employees, clearly closing up for the night. 

Smiling. You were smiling again.

Not even processing his actions, Jax pulled the half-finished cigarette from his lips and tossed it to the pavement. Half-heartedly stomping it out with his shoe, his gaze was fixed on you through the windows as you began wiping down the countertop. And then he was moving, making his way out of the lot and across the street as if he was compelled. 

As he harshly shoved open the door to your shop and stepped inside, he immediately came to a halt in front of the door the moment you looked up at him. He had no fucking idea why he’d come in here, he just knew needed to get away from the clubhouse, and the last two times he’d been here, you’d somehow distracted him from his thoughts. But for some reason the warm, friendly smile that had quickly pulled itself across your pretty lips in greeting at the sight of him just made his eyes narrow into a sharp glare. Gemma’s words from the other day ran through his mind again–her warning to stay away from you–and his jaw clenched. You shouldn’t be smiling at him like that.

“Evening, Jax,” your bright, cheerful voice greeted him. “You’ve actually made it in tonight with ten minutes to spare before I close this time. Your timing is getting better.”

He didn’t react to your joke, not even the faintest twitch of his mouth. He just stood there, his lips pursed and his hands stuffed into his pockets. One of your brows arched at his silence, your head tilting curiously to the side as you watched him for a moment. Goddammit, he hated the way your eyes sometimes seemed to look straight through him like that.

“Can I…get you a coffee?” you asked hesitantly.

“No,” he grunted. “Don’t want a coffee.”

You set the cleaning supplies down onto the counter, that friendly smile still drawn wide over your lips. The sight of it was only further fueling that coiled rage in his chest, but he was trying to hold it back. For the moment.

“Okay, well,” you continued, unfazed by his answer, “I can offer you tea. Or I still have some peanut butter cookies left from the day.”

Jax shook his head sharply, that hardened expression still on his face as he stood just a few feet in front of the entrance to your shop. He didn’t want any of that. He wasn’t sure why the hell he was here, but he wasn’t about to admit that to you, either. Though he noticed that this time, the longer he stood here with you smiling at him, the more he found himself wanting to wipe that cheerful look right off of your goddamn face. No one should be so fucking happy.

You nodded slowly at his response, your eyes still taking in his tense form. “I’m just cleaning up before I close,” you tried again, words coming out more careful as you spoke. “If you’d like to have a seat, you’re welcome to keep me company. I wouldn’t mind some conversation while I clean up.”

Jax hesitated for a moment. The sort of company you were probably hoping for was absolutely not the kind he knew he’d give you tonight. But still, Jax eventually strode over towards the counter before he hooked a foot around one of the chair legs that was positioned in front of it, roughly pulling it towards himself. A shrill noise abruptly pierced the air as it slid across the wood laminate flooring. With his hardened eyes still fixed on you, he lowered himself into the seat and watched as you resumed wiping down the counter. And you were still fucking smiling.

“Why the fuck do you always look so goddamn cheerful?”

The question had fallen right out of Jax so quick and harsh that he hadn’t been able to hold it back. But that beautiful smile on your face that had remained there since he stepped into your shop was just pissing him off further. He didn’t like it. Not tonight. Not directed at him. He wanted to make it disappear.

“Because I actively choose to focus on the things in life that make me happy,” you answered simply. 

His eyes narrowed at that. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Glancing up at him from beneath your lashes, you appeared to catch the face he’d just made. Pausing in your cleaning of the counter, you set the towel back down and focused your full attention on Jax–something that made him shift in his seat.

“There’s always going to be things that make us happy or sad or angry,” you began. “That’s just life. We all experience it. But a long time ago, I chose to focus on the good things instead of dwelling on the painful ones.” Your smile softened as you gestured around you. “Like my coffee shop. I’ve always dreamt of having a place like this, and now I do.”

“The hell does a coffee shop have to do with anything?” he snapped. “How the hell does a job make you so happy all the damn time?”

You shrugged a shoulder and Jax watched as you rested both of your hands on the other side of the countertop. Despite his attitude and the tone he was giving you tonight, your smile had yet to waver. Something he didn’t quite understand. He wasn’t exactly pleasant company right now, but you didn’t seem bothered at all. It was irritating.

“Because it gives me purpose. I get to spend my days making other people happy,” you answered. “Which makes me happy. I brighten people’s days with a smile and a kind word along with a cup of coffee or tea. This place itself also gives people in Charming somewhere to come and connect with each other. And that makes me feel good, too.”

Jax’s eyes narrowed at you, your response settling over him. You derived your happiness from making others happy? From caring about everyone else? Is that really what you were saying to him right now?

“Bullshit,” he replied sharply. “I call bullshit. No one is that selfless and kind without there being some sort of ulterior motive, sunshine.”

There’d been a less-than-friendly bite to the nickname as Jax said it. Almost mocking you. And that finally had your smile faltering just a bit. The sight caused that coiled rage inside of Jax to squirm restlessly in triumph. Like he’d found his target for the night. Before you could even react, Jax was speaking again, the words falling out of him.

“There’s no way you’re over here content to serve coffee to everyone,” he continued, an edge to his voice and a piercing look in his blue eyes. “That happy little barista persona of yours is a load of shit. It’s fake and you know it. And if you tell me it’s not, you’re just lying to your damn self. You’re not happy, there’s no fucking way considering I see you over here all the goddamned time working.” 

He gestured a ringed hand in your direction as you continued to stand there behind the counter, a hard to read expression on your face. But you weren’t smiling. For once, he’d started to knock that goddamn cheerful look right off of your pretty, friendly face. That only made Jax want to continue to tear into you.

“You’re a fake, sweetheart,” he spat. “And let me tell you something else.”

Jax pushed his chair back from the counter, that coiled serpent of rage in his chest seething as he rested his hands on the countertop. He leaned in closer towards you, his voice low and dangerous as he brought his face near yours, the coffee shop counter the only thing separating you both.

“You should know better than to be friendly towards a man like me,” he warned you. “I’m not good, sweetheart. I don’t do good things. And your little attempt to get through to me with your fucking fortune cookie language just makes you look pathetic and naive. I see right through you and your bullshit positivity that you so desperately cling to–you’re sad and lonely like everyone else. Why the fuck else would you be here so much trying to make nice with everyone you meet? You’ve got something missing inside of you just like the rest of us, sunshine.”

A satisfied smirk tugged up the corner of Jax’s lips as he pushed himself back from the countertop. You certainly weren’t smiling now. Your lips had actually thinned out along your face into a firm, straight line and you were gripping the edge of the countertop with both of your hands as if it was helping you keep yourself together. And reflecting back at him in your eyes was something that looked an awful lot like hurt. Like he’d struck a nerve with his words. 

“Not everyone has ulterior motives to their kindness,” you replied gently, the words coming out pained as you broke the tense silence that had fallen. “But maybe that’s all you’ve known. Either way, I appreciate you sharing your honest opinion of me, but I’d like to ask that you leave now because the shop is closed. You’re welcome to return tomorrow when we reopen.”

Jax’s expression hardened at your response. That wasn’t the reaction he’d wanted. Why weren’t you yelling? Calling him names? Cursing him out of your coffee shop? He’d just insulted you, been a complete asshole, and you were still holding firm to being polite?

Letting out a frustrated scoff, Jax turned around towards the exit without another word. He shoved the door roughly open with far more force than necessary before stepping back out into the warm summer evening. Internally fuming, he stalked off down the sidewalk in the opposite direction of both the clubhouse and your coffee shop, his fists curled tight at his sides. 

That hadn’t made him feel better. Finding someone to tear down tonight, someone to unleash that pent up anger on, it hadn’t eased any of that burning ache in his chest. Knocking that smile off of your face hadn’t remotely soothed that rage inside of him. If anything, now he was feeling something else that he didn’t like. Something that he wasn’t accustomed to feeling often–guilt. That hurt, upset expression you’d had on your face after he’d went off on you like that had just looked so wrong on you after all the weeks he’d seen you through the windows smiling in your coffee shop. 

As Jax made his way around the street corner, agitatedly walking an aimless path through downtown Charming, he couldn’t help but to wonder why tearing into you like that had made him feel as fucking shitty as it had. He’d just wanted to see you not smile for once, to make you feel something other than that carefree lightheartedness that radiated from you. But ripping into you like that–you with your unflappable fucking kindness–felt like he’d just ripped the wings off of a dove.

[puffins-muffins]

What Lovers Do

Pairing: Jax Teller x Female Plus Size!Reader

Word Count: 4,768 (I can’t stfu 🫣)

Summary: Jax’s possessiveness and your willingness to push him reveal an intensity that neither of you can ignore. What starts as a playful game of teasing and jealousy turns into a realization that maybe your connection runs deeper than either of you have admitted.

Warnings: SMUT! 18+ only please, minors DNI, Possessiveness/Jealousy, Semi-Public, fingering, (unprotected - be responsible!) P in V sex, throat necklace, alcohol consumption, cursing, minor fat-shaming (Jax comes to the rescue), slight feels.

AN: this is my first time posting smut, please be kind 🫶🏻 feedback is always appreciated (likes, comments, reblogs 💕) if I missed anything, let me know. enjoy babes!! 😊

You and Jax have never been exclusive. There’s never been a conversation about rules, boundaries, or expectations. You just are. And it’s always suited you both just fine. The things neither of you say, the choices you don’t question, the arrangement you both keep without defining it.

Commitment has never been something you crave. And Jax? He’s got his own demons. His life in the club is full of chaos, full of choices that leave blood on his hands and a weight on his shoulders.

You’ve always understood that, just like he understands you.

That’s why it works. No pressure, no promises, just an unspoken agreement. Random hookups, a place to escape, a moment of quiet when the world gets too loud. Sometimes, Jax comes to you and doesn’t ask for anything except to lay with you, to let your calm settle over him.

And you let him, because whatever this is between you, it’s more than just physical. It’s trust.

But tonight, something’s different.

The wedding of Opie and Lyla gave you the perfect excuse to step outside of your usual wardrobe. It wasn’t often you got dressed up, but tonight you were making a statement.

The dress you’d picked hugged every curve just right, the fabric skimming over your full, voluptuous figure. The neckline framed the soft swell of your cleavage, accentuating the plushness of your chest. The fabric clinging to the curve of your waist, highlighting the flare of your hips. Thick thighs, a perfectly rounded butt, and a hemline short enough to show off the best of what you had to offer.

Judging by the lingering glances and appreciative smirks from the men scattered around, so did everyone else, but those in the inner circle knew you were off limits.

And while others might have been watching, one pair of eyes never left you.

Jax.

He was standing across the room from where you were, beer in hand, the easy conversation with his brothers nothing more than background noise as he watched you. His expression was carefully blank, but his gaze was scorching.

You could feel his stare like a brand against your skin, his jaw tight as he tracked your every move. You could feel it following you, growing darker with every laugh or look you exchanged with a man that wasn’t him.

And you weren’t his. Not officially. But you knew that look.

Possessive. Jealous.

So, you decided to have a little fun with him. You knew it was dangerous to tease like this, but you didn’t care. You looked good and felt good and loved the attention.

And he was watching.

And it turned you on.

You’re mid–laugh, the man in front of you saying something that barely registers in your mind when suddenly, Jax is standing close, his body crowding into yours in a way that makes it clear he’s staking his claim.

“Entertaining guests tonight, darlin’?” he mused, his smirk lazy and unmistakably possessive.

The stranger stiffened, his confidence shrinking under the weight of Jax’s casual dominance. “Uhhh,” he stammers, shifting uncomfortably as Jax’s attention never wavers from you. “I didn’t realize –“

He steps in closer, the heat of him curling around you, that damn smirk still playing across his lips.

“You realize now,” Jax cuts him off, staring at you while he speaks, before glaring back in his direction. A silent warning.

The guy mutters some excuse and quickly backs off, disappearing into the crowd.

You arch an eyebrow at Jax, unfazed. “Was that really necessary?”

His hand snakes around your waist, fingers digging into your curvy hip, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “You tell me,” He breathes out, dragging his tongue across his lips as his eyes trace every dip and swell of your body, drinking in the way your dress hugs each soft curve.

“Walkin’ around here lookin’ like that,” he continues, voice dripping with seduction, “smilin’ at guys like you don’t know exactly what you’re doin’.”

You tilt your head, your smile indicating something between amusement and challenge. “I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about,” you tease innocently. “I’m just having fun.”

Jax was about to turn away when he stopped abruptly. Without a word, his hand slid down your side, tracing the dip of your waist before he cupped a firm handful of your ass.

You sucked in a sharp breath, your body going rigid for a moment as his fingers flexed against your skin. The warmth of his palm burned through the thin material of your dress – or, more accurately, the lack of anything else underneath it.

The realization hit him immediately.

His grip only tightened, just enough to make your pulse stutter, and then came the lightest, sharpest smack. The sound was soft, but it sent a flutter through you, heat rushing to your cheeks – wetness pooling between your thighs.

He leaned in close, his voice a low rasp as he whispered against your ear. “Well, now… that’s interesting.” It sends a shiver down your spine, goosebumps blooming in its wake.

You fought the grin threatening to spread across your face as you tilted your head just slightly, giving him a sidelong glance.

“Hmm,” you hummed. “Interesting? I’d say efficient.”

You feel his fingers twitch against you, as if fighting the urge to grip, to claim. His jaw ticks, nostrils subtly flaring as he exhales the breath he was holding. And for a second, you see it – a flicker of something wild and primal in his expression.

He wants to drag you away right now, to show you exactly who you belong to. The way he looked at you was unbearable, all-consuming – like he was already stripping you bare, mapping out exactly how he was going to wreck you.

His smolder faltered for just a moment before he let out a low chuckle, his tongue swiping over his lower lip as he devoured you with his stare.

But before he can act, a burst of laughter and excited chatter breaks the moment.

Girls from Diosa descend, a whirlwind of perfume and giggles as they grab your arm. “Come on, girl! Let’s dance!” one of them squeals, tugging you away.

You go willingly, but not before looking back at Jax, catching the way his eyes burn into you. His frustration is barely concealed beneath the cool exterior he’s struggling to maintain.

You pout at him playfully, your teeth grazing your lower lip as a slow, knowing smile tugs at your mouth. With a casual shrug, you throw in a wink for good measure. You know exactly what you’re doing. And so does he.

Teasing Jax like this is a dangerous game, but damn if it isn’t a thrilling one.

That signature smirk of his – cocky and effortless – is planted firmly on his face. He tilts his head slightly, running his tongue over his teeth, tapping two fingers absently against the side of his beer bottle. He doesn’t stop you, doesn’t call you back. No, Jax is patient when he wants to be.

But that look he gives you? That easy, infuriating, I’ve already won look?

That’s the warning.

The whiskey spreads through you like fire, warm and intoxicating. The buzz hums in your body, making your limbs loose, your inhibitions slipping further away with each sway of your hips. Laughter bubbles from your lips freely, the excitement of the night pressing against you in the best way.

But what makes the heat burn even deeper is him.

Jax still hasn’t taken his eyes off you. Even as you lose yourself in the music, your body alive with the rhythm, you can feel it – that heavy stare cutting through the space between you. Every time you glance his way, your eyes meet, and the tension pulls tighter.

A song later, the warmth of the dance floor gives way to the cool air by the bar, and you lean against it, skin still tingling, waiting for another drink to keep your buzz going.

And that’s when it happens.

A careless bump – simply hard enough to knock you off balance. Cool liquid splashes down your arm, the sharp scent of bourbon filling the air as it seeps onto the floor.

“Shit,” the guy mutters, shaking off his hand. He’s drunk, unsteady on his feet, but instead of an apology, all you get is an annoyed scoff as he finally looks at you.

His gaze drags down your body before his lip curls into something close to disgust. “Jesus,” he mutters, shaking his head. “What the hell are you even wearing?”

His meaning is clear. The way his eyes linger – judging and dismissive. It’s not about the dress; it’s about you in it. The implication stings, but not as much as the arrogance dripping from his tone.

You blink, the hazy warmth of whiskey quickly shifting into irritation. “Excuse me?”

He waves a dismissive hand in your face, his words slurred and full of condescension. “I mean, come on. Look at you.”

You let out a sharp breath, your temper flaring, your shoulders lock as fire flashes behind your eyes. But before you can put this asshole in his place, a shadow looms behind you.

You don’t even have to turn to know he’s there. Jax’s presence wrapping around you like a second skin.

The moment he steps beside you, his hand sliding around your waist, the humiliation burns away. His fingers press into your side – firm and possessive.

Your pulse jumps. The air shifts. And suddenly, you’re not exposed – you’re protected. A silent reminder that you are his.

The drunk finally registers Jax’s presence, his bleary eyes flickering up, and whatever drunken bravado he had before? Gone.

Jax tilts his head, his lips curling into something wicked. He doesn’t raise his voice, doesn’t need to – because the calm way he speaks is even more unsettling.

“She botherin’ you, man?”

His glassy eyes dart between the two of you, panic flickering behind them, unfocused, as he finally starts to grasp his mistake.

“Nah, man,” he stammers, lifting his hands slightly as if that might undo the last thirty seconds. “Didn’t mean nothin’ by it.”

Jax hums, slow and thoughtful, his fingers twitch against you. He’s still relaxed, still perfectly in control, but there’s a dark edge to him now.

“That right?” he drawls, tilting his head the other way, his grip on you tightening just enough to send a message. “See, that doesn’t really work for me.”

He stiffens, blinking fast like he’s trying to clear the alcohol from his system. “I – I didn’t mean – “

Jax clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “Yeah, you keep sayin’ that” he muses, his tone still deceptively casual. “But what I heard? Was you talkin’ shit to her.”

The guy’s mouth opens, but Jax doesn’t give him the chance.

“So, here’s what’s gonna happen,” he continues, his voice calm, like he’s explaining something simple, like he’s giving the guy a choice when you both know he isn’t.

“You’re gonna look her in the eye,” Jax instructs, tilting his head, that easy smirk playing at the edges of his mouth, though there’s nothing amused about the look in his eyes. “And you’re gonna apologize. And you’re gonna mean it.”

Jax’s fingers tap twice against the guy’s sternum before he steps back just enough to let him breathe – but not enough to make him comfortable. His stance stays loose, shoulders relaxed, but there’s an unmistakable charge in the air, the kind that makes it clear he’s still deciding how this is going to go.

The idiot hesitates just a second too long.

Jax’s smirk fades, his jaw shifting as his tongue runs between his lips, slow and calculating. His fingers flex once and the subtle roll of his shoulders speak volumes.

The guy’s eyes widen. “S–sorry,” he blurts, stumbling over the word as he looks at you, his voice uneasy. “I shouldn’t have—shouldn’t have said that.”

Jax doesn’t respond right away. He just watches, his blue eyes sharp as they give the guy a once over, sizing him up like a predator watching their prey. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating.

Then, finally, the corner of Jax’s mouth twitches, his menacing smirk creeping back into place. He tilts his head, exhaling sharply through his nose, his voice taunting.

“There we go,” he says, amusement flickering in his features. “Not so hard, huh?” His hand claps against the stranger’s shoulder, just a little too heavy, before he steps back fully, like he’s already lost interest.

The guy nods frantically, desperate to get out of the situation. “Yeah, yeah, my bad, dude. Won’t happen again.”

Jax doesn’t say anything else, just gives the slightest nod over the man’s right shoulder.

That’s all it takes.

Before he can even process what’s happening, Chibs and Happy are already in motion, leading him away. No fuss, no disruption – a quiet removal, seamless enough that no one at the reception even notices.

Your lips twitch, heat pooling low in your belly as you watch Jax handle it with effortless dominance. The way control rolls off him in waves makes your mouth water with want. Arousal spreads through you like wildfire, licking at your skin, making you hyperaware of every inch of space between you and Jax – space you desperately want to erase.

He doesn’t move for a second. His hand lingers on you – claiming and unmistakable. His fingers tighten at your waist, and then he leans in, his lips brushing just below your ear before nipping at the sensitive skin. “Can’t leave you alone for a second without you gettin’ into trouble, huh?”

His voice is velvet wrapped danger, smooth and lazy. It sends a thrill straight through you.

You turn in his grasp, looking up at him through your lashes, a perfect mix of innocence and desire in your eyes. The whiskey hums through your veins, but it’s not that. It’s him.

The way he stepped in like he owned you, like there was never any doubt.

Your thighs press together in search of relief, pussy fluttering. A deep ache blooming in your belly, needy for him.

Slow and sinuous you lift your arm, winding it around his neck as you rise on your toes. A delicate, teasing kiss lands against his cheek, his beard rough against your lips. Your mouth hovers just over his ear as you whisper, “Call me your damsel in distress.”

Jax exhales sharply through his nose, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. His fingers flex tighter against you, digging in to keep himself steady.

“You want me to save you, darlin’?” His tone is playful, but you hear it – that slow-burning restraint, the control that’s this close to slipping.

You don’t miss a beat. You want him so bad.

“No. I’d rather you fuck me.”

The shift is instant.

Jax stills, a sharp breath hisses between his teeth. His smirk fades – not gone, just different now. Darker. Hungrier.

And then he’s moving – fast. His grip is firm as he grabs your wrist and starts leading you away. Not rough, but absolute. No hesitation.

Just pure, raw intent.

The reception is still buzzing around you, the music, and the laughter – but it all fades as Jax weaves through the outskirts of the crowd, guiding you toward the dimly lit edge of the property. Past the glow of string lights, past the open spaces where people might see.

Then, suddenly, you’re against a wall.

The wood of the garden shed scratches into your back, but you barely register it because Jax is right there, crowding into you – his knee sliding between your thighs, pressing against you just enough to make you gasp.

His hands roam – one gripping your ass, the other curling around your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. In your peripheral, you catch a glint of his SONS ring, a reminder of who he is and what he’s capable of.

His breath is hot when he leans in, laced with beer and nicotine, dizzying. His chest rises and falls faster than usual, his grip tightening as he takes in the way you tremble beneath him. Like he feels it too – the arousal and the hunger.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” he growls. His right hand remains on your jaw, keeping your lust blown eyes fixated on him. His other hand gripped tighter against your plush thigh, pressing into the fabric of your dress like he’s debating whether to rip it or slide it up.

You smile slyly at him, still buzzing, still feeling yourself from the whiskey and the way he claimed you before. “A little bit,” you admit, your voice dripping with daring.

Jax lets out a slow, measured breath through his nose, his fingers sliding lower, skimming the bare skin of your plump thigh.

“You’ve been a tease all night,” he rasps, his lips just barely brushing the shell of your ear. “Do you have any idea what it’s been like? Watching you, knowing what’s not under this dress?” His fingers pressing into you just a little more firmly.

You swallow hard, pulse racing. Your voice is barely a whisper as you tilt your chin up. “And what are you going to do about it?”

His last shred of restraint snapped, and his lips crashed against yours in a kiss that was all heat and desperation. His hands were everywhere – cupping your face, sliding down your sides, gripping your hips as he pressed you firmly against the wall.

“Mine,” he growled against your mouth, the word rough and possessive as his hands slid lower, gripping the curve of your ass, and lifting you slightly so you could feel how hard he was for you.

You gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair as he buried his face in your neck – lips, teeth, and tongue setting your skin on fire.

"Jax," you choked out, your head falling back against the wall as his mouth traveled lower – sucking, biting, bruising – until your knees threatened to buckle.

But your body had a mind of its own, pressing into him – desperate, aching – your pussy throbbing against the hard length of him, needing more.

“You like this, don’t you?” he hissed as he trailed kisses back up to your neck. “Knowing I’m losing my goddamn mind over you.”

A wicked smirk tugged at your lips, your nails raking lightly down his kutte. “I think you love it,” you taunted. “Knowing I’m just as fucked up over you.”

Jax lets out a low grunt while his hand slipped between your thighs. His fingers found your clit, grazing it teasingly, making you jolt against him.

“Shiiiit,” he draws out, his forehead pressing to yours as he felt just how wet you were for him. “You’re drippin’ for me, sweetheart.”

Before you could retort, Jax yanked you forward slightly, and in one swift motion, he spun you around, pressing your front against the wall. His hands moved, one splayed against your hip, the other slipping back between your thighs – teasing, torturing.

His lips found the nape of your neck, sucking and biting as he pushed your dress up, the fabric gathering around your waist, exposing you completely to him. You’re utterly intoxicated – by his touch, his scent, the unrestrained intensity radiating off him.

You hear the hurried clink of his belt, the rasp of the zipper – and then his finger slides into you – curling just right, pulling a sharp cry from your lips as your legs spread wider on instinct.

Jax grins against your cheek, clearly pleased with himself. “Good girl,” he praises, voice dripping with approval.

Then he pushes another finger inside, his pace steady – driving you higher and higher while his other hand worked himself free.

Your lips parted, a deep moan escaping as you pressed back against him, rolling your hips to feel more of his fingers in your aching cunt. “I’ve been thinking about your cock fucking me all night.” You managed to stutter out as his fingers continued their assault inside you.

“Fuck,” he groaned out, his thumb gliding against your sensitive clit.

You shuddered, arching into his touch as his fingers teased you, spreading your arousal. A needy whine escaped your lips when he pulled away – and a low, cocky grunt rumbled from his chest at you.

But he didn’t linger. His hands gripped your hips firmly, guiding you into position as the head of his cock pressed against your entrance, rubbing and teasing, driving you to the edge of desperation.

“Tell me you want it,” he demanded as he held himself there, teasing – poised to take you.

“I want you, Jax. Please.” you breathed, your fingers curling against the wall as you pushed back against him.

With one sharp thrust, he filled you, the stretch of him stealing the air from your lungs. You cried out, your hands bracing against the wall as he buried himself inside you, his grip on you tight enough to leave marks.

“Jesus,” he groaned, his forehead pressing against your shoulder as he paused, letting you adjust to him. “You feel so fucking good.”

You could barely form words, your body quivering as you clenched around him, your breath coming in shallow pants. “Fuck, Jax! Please.” you begged again, your voice pleading.

He didn’t need any more encouragement.

He pulled back slowly, the drag of him torturously slow, before slamming back into you. The force of it sent a shockwave through your body, and you moaned loudly, your head falling forward as he set a punishing rhythm.

“Look at you,” he praised, his hand sliding up your side, cupping your breast, the other keeping you steady as he rutted into you. “Taking me so fucking well.”

The mixture of pleasure and the exhilaration of being semi-public had you spiraling quickly, the sounds of your pleas mingling with the faint noise of the party in the background. You were his – and the way he moved, the way he filled you so completely, left no room for doubt.

“Mine,” he growled into your neck, low and possessive.

And in that moment, you knew it was true.

The force of Jax's movements had you seeing stars, your body trembling against the shed as he plunged into you relentlessly. Each motion sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, building tighter until you were barely clinging to sanity.

“Jax,” you mewled, his name spilling from your lips in gasps, your breath catching with every snap of his hips.

Your nails scraped against the surface of the wall as you fought against your impending climax. “I’m close,” you whimpered, your voice breaking as the pressure inside you reached its peak.

He didn’t slow. If anything, your words only egged him on, his pace quickening as he took you, each movement punctuated by his throaty grunts.

His hand snaked up, wrapping gently but firmly around your throat, tipping your head back so his lips could brush against you. “You’re mine,” he growled. “Say it.”

Your breath hitched, the pressure of his hand on your throat sending a new wave of pleasure crashing over you. His movements becoming more desperate and commanding. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed into the night, mixing with your breathless moans and his rough groans.

When you didn’t respond fast enough, he pulled back slightly, just enough to swat at your exposed bottom with his free hand, the sharp sting sending another rush of heat through you.

“Be a good girl,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Tell me you’re mine.”

The combination of his words, his touch, and the unrelenting pleasure coursing through you was too much. You were helpless against his assault as you cried out, “I’m yours, Jax! I’m yours!”

His growl was pure satisfaction, his grip tightening slightly on your throat as he drove into you harder, chasing his own release.

It sent you hurtling over the edge, your body clenching around him as your climax crashed through you, leaving you gasping and shaking in his arms. The intensity of it stole your breath, your cries muffled as his hand slid to cup your jaw, tilting your head back to capture your lips in a messy kiss.

The way you fell apart around him was enough to push him to his own orgasm. With a few more hard, deep strokes – a low, raw groan tore from his chest as he came. His body tensed against yours, his grip unyielding as he spilled into you, marking you in every way he could.

For just a moment, the world was silent except for the sound of your mingled breaths, the faint hum of the party in the distance, a reminder of just how exposed you were.

Jax pressed his forehead against your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin as he muttered, “Fuck, darlin’. You drive me insane.”

You managed a weak laugh, your body still trembling as you leaned back against him, letting his arms hold you steady. “You love it,” you purred in full confidence.

Jax held you, his hands resting gently on your hips as you both caught your breath. His lips brushed the side of your neck in a way that sent a lingering heat down your spine, the earlier intensity now softened into something more intimate.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice rough, but laced with genuine care.

You turned your head slightly, meeting his eyes over your shoulder with a small, breathless smile. “More than okay.”

The corner of his mouth tugged up in a grin, and he brushed a light kiss to your shoulder before pulling back just enough to straighten your dress. His fingers lingered on the fabric, smoothing it down over your round hips and curvy ass with a tenderness that made your heart flutter.

He backed up, tucking himself back into his pants, fingers working the button and fastening his belt. When you spun around to face him, your eyes met his lazy smile, the night reflected in the spark of his blue eyes.

He gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger, leaning in to steal a kiss that left you breathless all over again. “In case I didn’t mention it earlier, you look fucking sexy tonight, babe,” he husked, finishing his words with a playful nip to your lips.

You giggled softly, pulling away to adjust the sleeve of your dress and run your fingers through your hair in a half-hearted attempt to fix it. “I’m gonna pull myself together before I head back. You should go first.”

Jax’s expression turned wicked, his lips twitching with amusement as he gripped you, pulling you flush against him. He tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing playfully as he leaned in, his voice dropping lower. “I can’t wait to taste me in you later,” he rasped, the gravelly edge of his tone igniting another pulse of heat in your core, your breath hitching at the sheer filth of it.

You pulled back slightly, meeting his gaze with a wide-eyed look before your own lips curled into a teasing grin. You bit your lip, trying to regain your composure as you smoothed down your dress one last time. “I think I’ve had enough of that party for one night. Meet me at my place in thirty minutes?”

His gaze softened, a hint of warmth dancing in his eyes as he lifted a hand to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your cheek. “I’ll be there,” he promised, his tone intimate.

He stepped back, running a hand through his hair before adjusting the collar of his kutte, rolling his shoulders like he was shaking off the tension. There was a confident swagger in his movements, casual and unhurried as he prepared to head back to the party, but the hunger in his eyes lingered on you for just a second longer, before giving you a wink.

You slipped away toward the bathrooms, your pulse still racing and your body buzzing from everything that had just happened. The anticipation of what was still to come was almost too much to handle, but you managed to keep your cool as you disappeared around the corner.

You knew Jax was watching until you were out of sight, a faint hint of mischief still resting on his lips as he adjusted his kutte one last time before heading back to say his goodbyes.

Thirty minutes couldn’t come fast enough.

Night & Morning (part 2 - a ‘lil prequel)

[laurfilijames]

Under His Kutte

Pairing: Jax Teller x female reader

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. Sending a nude photo. Fingering. Unprotected intercourse.

Summary: When Jax forgets his kutte at your house, you make good use of it.

A/N: I am such a slut for this man especially when he wears a hat, and particularly when it's backwards. I stared at this photo for too long and needed to write about it, and with the help from @ramadiiiisme, this happened. Bonus action of The Hat™️ at the end 🫠

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The same flustered excitement you felt in your stomach every time you saw Jax stirred up again despite having only said goodbye to him a few hours ago, the benefits of him having accidentally left his kutte behind continuing to grace you.

You placed it back on the sofa where he had carelessly discarded it last night, pretending as though you hadn’t seen it there as soon as you walked out of your bedroom earlier that morning, his rush to leave after being woken up by a phone call from Chibs making him forget his most treasured item of clothing.

You sat on the barstool at the kitchen island, sipping from a cup of coffee you had been nursing, smiling into the mug when you heard your door open and Jax strut through it as confidently and comfortably as usual.

“I left my kutte,” he explained, getting right to the point while glancing around your living room quickly, lifting up the blanket and a pillow off of the loveseat before spinning on the spot to begin his search of the sofa.

“Oh, did you? I hadn’t noticed,” you lied, your cheeks feeling a flush that was partly from the heat of the coffee but mostly from the sight of Jax. He had his Reaper Crew hat on backwards, sunglasses still on, and the sunshine had kissed the skin on his face to tint it with a healthy pink that was the same whenever he was fucking you.

Finally locating it, Jax held up his vest with a smile before shrugging it on and walking over to you, his smile bright and playful, and you knew his eyes held the same sparkle behind the black lenses that covered them that you could never forget.

He leaned down and kissed you, bracing his arms on either side of your body to land on the countertop and cage you in, forcing your body to arch back into it as he delved his tongue deep inside your mouth.

You hummed when he peeled himself away from you, your eyes feeling heavy with lust as you watched him lick his lips.

“Did you forget it on purpose?” you teased, slipping your hands beneath the leather panels to feel the warmth radiating off his body through his layers of faded shirts.

He chuckled, his hands reaching up to cup your face while he nudged your legs apart with his, standing close to you where he was able to grind his hips against you.

“You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you?”

You giggled when he grinned at you before capturing your lips again, pressing his bulge into your core to make you moan into his mouth, the fervor of your kiss growing with each pass of your tongues.

“Fuck!” he hissed, backing away from you but still holding your face in his hands. “I gotta go.”

You breathed out a disappointed sigh, tilting your head to the side as you watched him step away and try to collect himself, hoping he’d convince himself to stay for a hard and fast fuck.

His phone rang in his pocket, and he dug to answer it immediately, a hint of impatience in his voice. “Yeah, I’ll be right there. I said I’ll be right there…Five minutes! Jesus Christ.”

Jax flipped it shut and shook his head as he replaced it back in his pocket, closing the distance between you again with another smile on his face as soon as he looked at you.

“I’ll see you later.” he spoke sweetly, his tone completely different from the one he had just used to whatever poor soul had called him.

You nodded, smiling again as he kissed you once, then again, chuckling when he finally found the strength to stop and back away from you.

He stormed through to the front door in a few long strides, giving you one last grin as he shut the door behind him, and you grinned to yourself as you picked up your phone and sent him the photo you had taken just after he had called you to say he was stopping by.

You listened for the roar of his Harley to start up, feeling giddy as you waited to see if he checked his phone before taking off.

Standing, you walked over to the window, seeing him sitting on his bike looking at his phone with a huge smile on his face.

Your phone rang, his name and number lighting up the screen, and you answered through a smile so big it hurt your cheeks, “Did you forget something else?”

“Are you kidding me?” he asked, his amusement clear in his voice. “Jesus fucking Christ, how am I going to focus on anything now?”

“It’s just a little something to get you back here.”

“Like I need the help,” he said pointedly, starting his bike where it purred loudly through both the phone and the walls of your house.

“I’ll be back to deal with you soon,” he both promised and threatened, making heat surge through your body like wildfire.

“See you later, Teller.”

You hung up, tucking your lip between your teeth to stave off your smile as you looked at the photo you had sent again, feeling more than satisfied with the reaction it had gotten out of him.

You wore nothing but his kutte, your body that he had already made tired and sore from a sleepless night on full display under his leather, the bare skin on your chest bearing the claiming marks left by his mouth.

He took off quickly, his engine rumbling so loud it vibrated the house and sent a shiver down your spine, and you hoped whatever it was he was going to do was done quickly so he could get back to you soon.

You did everything you could think of to occupy yourself; laundry, dishes, even baked muffins and whipped up a casserole, knowing Jax would be hungry when he got there, or if he wasn’t, that he would be made hungry from all the things you did whenever you were together.

The impatience you felt was beginning to outgrow your arousal, the desperation in wanting to have your hands on him and his on you becoming too much to stand any longer.

Not two minutes later did you hear the distant grumble of his Harley tearing through your neighbourhood, your body conditioned over time to respond to that sound and awaken a neediness and desire that never seemed to be sated.

Even though you expected it, you still jumped when Jax barrelled through the door with a hungry and desperate look on his face as he stared you down while kicking off his white sneakers, his grin sly and crooked.

“Why the fuck aren’t you naked yet?” he panted, crossing the room to get to where you stood waiting for him.

“Isn’t half the fun undressing me?”

“Yeah, but when I’ve been staring at that pic you sent me all day, I kinda want to get to the point,” he explained, his eyebrows lifting upward while he tugged his jeans down to the floor.

He still had his ball cap on, worn with the bill of it facing forward this time, the shade casting on his face making his blue eyes glow like flames in the shadow.

Jax slipped his kutte off, placing it carefully on the back of the sofa as if making a point that he knew where it was or would be needing it again soon, and stepped toward you, tipping his head and giving you a piercing look.

“Now, get naked.”

You obeyed with a grin, crossing your arms to grab at the hem of his ‘SAMCRO’ t-shirt, pulling it over your head where you had the satisfaction of hearing Jax’s breath hitch when your tits became exposed, and tossed it on the floor beside you.

Remaining in your panties, you went to assist him with his clothes, only to have him grip your wrists, his long fingers wrapping around them securely.

“That’s not naked, sweetheart.”

You glared at him as he released you, making a point to slowly hook your thumbs in the waist of them and inch by torturous inch, crept them down your hips.

“Jesus Christ,” he huffed impatiently, even though he was still smiling.

A furious look flashed in his eyes when you pulled them back up to their rightful place, challenging what he would do, and you gasped in equal shock and fear when he grabbed onto your thong and tore them roughly down your thighs.

He crashed against your lips, kissing you with a demand that reminded you that he wasn’t playing games, your body flinching when his fingers trailed along your hip and to your soaked pussy.

Spreading your legs further apart, you moaned into his mouth, rocking on his hand as he drove two fingers inside you, hooking them to massage your g-spot.

Within minutes he had you on the edge, fucking you with his fingers until you were a whimpering mess ready to completely fall apart, but he stopped his movements and withdrew his hand from you, smirking at you with a smugness that managed to turn you on even more.

“Fuck, Jax,” you hissed, your breathing sharp as an untamed feeling ran through your veins.

“Hang on, darlin’” he drawled, his tone all-too happy considering what he just did to you.

He took off his hat and then tore his shirts off his torso, leaving him in his boxers that did nothing to disguise how large and hard he was, and had he not tugged them off himself, you were seconds away from doing it for him, your need for him increasing to the highest point when his cock sprang free.

“Put the hat back on,” you requested, your voice so lusty it was almost unrecognizable.

You squirmed in place, seeing the surprise in his features as he did as you asked and placed it back over his messy, blond tresses that crept out wildly from under it, his expression turned cocky in knowing how horny you were.

A half-satisfied smile pulled at your lips when he stood up against you, wrapping his arms behind your back where his hands carded up and down, returning your smile.

You leaned back slightly, reaching up to grip the bill of it to spin it around, facing it backwards just as he had worn it earlier.

“Happy now?” he chuckled.

You nodded, “Mhm. Are you?”

“Fuck, no!” he admitted jokingly through another laugh, reaching over for his kutte that he hadn’t for a second forgotten about you wearing earlier.

Guiding each of your arms through it, he brought it up to rest on your shoulders, holding onto the edges of its opening as his thumbs moved to rub your nipples until they hardened, making you shiver while a breathy whine passed your lips.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his mouth so close to you that his lips grazed your parted ones when he spoke.

You let your eyes close, waiting for him to give you the pleasure he was never selfish with, holding your breath until you felt his lips press onto your neck and down over your chest, his hands falling to your waist and then your hip, smoothing over the curve of your bum where he squeezed your flesh and gave it a playful slap.

Your giggle was swallowed when he kissed you, and you felt his own laugh shake through his chest when you brought your hands up to it, sliding them up to cradle his neck and let your fingers dance where his hair brushed along his bare shoulders.

In a swift motion that caught you off-guard, Jax lifted you into his arms, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist where he backed you up against the wall, thudding against the drywall as he pressed his body hard into yours.

Your nails raked across his shoulders and upper back, roaming to tangle in his hair that wasn’t trapped beneath his hat, and when he lined his cock up to your spread pussy and guided himself inside, you pulled at the strands that were woven between your fingers, his reaction to both sensations reverberating in your mouth.

Jax unleashed all his power on you, holding you up while slamming into you aggressively, the photos that hung on your wall rattling and banging with his barbaric movements.

Doing the best you could to move with him, you humped up and down in an effort to rub your clit on the coarse, wheat coloured pubes above his cock, feeling your climax begin to build again where it had been left teetering on the edge.

You caught Jax staring at your exposed tits, his vest having opened to put them fully on display where they bounced to the enthusiasm of his thrusts and your erratic rocking, his pupils blown out wide with lust.

“You look so fucking good, baby,” he growled, taking one last look at the erotic scene before meeting his mouth with yours, his kiss sloppy and rough.

A sweat started to break out on both of your bodies, your skin able to slip and glide on his easier with the harder you worked, the hair at the base of his neck damp when you moved your fingers along it.

Jax was always completely enamoured when he fucked you, but for some reason with you wearing his kutte today, he found himself in even more of a state, destroying you with reckless abandon to create the whimpering mess before him that he craved to see, the sounds he pulled from you the sweetest ones he'd ever heard. He was convinced it had something to do with the way his Vice President patch kept swaying beside your right breast as your chest shook in time to his ruthless pace, or the way the worn, faded, black leather and the white on all the labels that had turned dingey over time looked against your supple skin, and the thought of fucking you in it when it ranked him as President one day instead had him ready to explode.

The sense of pride he felt when it came to his club and displaying its logos was something he never took lightly, and seeing them on you intensified it even more, making it seem like no one else could wear them as well as you.

He became almost possessive, wanting to claim you and prove to you all the things he never vocalized all while knowing without hesitation that everything under that piece of leather was his and his only.

He kissed you roughly, not caring that the scruff on his face was turning your skin raw or that his teeth had knocked against yours more than once in his frenzy to get enough of you, feeling your pussy get wetter with every drive of his dick inside it.

“Fucking turn around!” he spat through gritted teeth, giving the order despite forcing you to do it anyway. He dropped your legs and had you spun around and planted against the wall in a matter of seconds, his hand wrapped around the back of your neck to guide you forward, pushing you down so you hinged at your waist and were bent over.

His other hand gripped at your ass to spread your cheeks apart, his cock finding your open cunt without needing any help, slamming into you so hard you had to brace yourself on the wall to stop your face from hitting it.

“God, I’m gonna - fuck! - I’m gonna cum, Jax!” you wailed, your ability to speak properly taken away when he reached around you and started rubbing your clit.

“Yeah?” he huffed, mesmerized in the sight of his glistening cock pumping in and out of you. “You gonna cream all over me, you fucking slut?”

The way he barked that name made you shiver, your mouth filling with saliva to a point you couldn't even contain it anymore, feeling it drool out as your jaw went slack and your climax billowed its way to the surface.

Exhilaration took over you, your moans and cries of approval of how hard Jax was fucking you making him increase his fervor, creating a domino effect of you growing louder and his own moans to sound out and intoxicate you further, the mix of everything so dizzying that it was impossible to imagine a better high.

Jax chuckled behind you, the sound maniacal and deliciously twisted. “That’s it, fuck…”

You let go, accepting the way his body threw you into a trembling orgasm, clenching hard around his cock as he proceeded to pound you mercilessly, hearing his grunts and growls increase in volume and consistency as he honed in on his own end.

He couldn’t look away, watching your combined milky spend leak out of you as he continued to fuck you, your ass cheeks shaking along to his irregular thrusts, the Reaper patch spread out across your back as you took every blow he gave you a sight he would never tire of.

His hand was soaked when he removed it from between your legs, bringing his fingers to his mouth where he sucked them clean, keeping his dick buried inside you until he couldn't anymore.

You closed your eyes as you worked at steadying your breath, your fingers continuing to grip the wall even as you slowly began to straighten your body, feeling full and close to him despite him having slipped from you.

Sweaty handprints temporarily stained the paint when you opened your heavy lids again, smiling at the tingling afterglow that filled your veins, that smile growing bigger when you felt Jax press his lips to your dewy neck where he kissed your sensitive skin with gratitude. You were spun around again, gentler this time, his sweet smile matching yours as he brought his hands up to cup your cheeks, your hands wrapping around his damp back to help support you as you stood on unreliable legs.

He was heavenly in his post-fuck glow, small beads of sweat dancing just below the edge of his hat, his skin tinged with a pinkish blush from his efforts, his pulse hammering in his neck. His lips looked more inviting than usual, plump and moist, and when his tongue licked across them before dipping to capture yours, you swore your own pulse ceased in its duties.

The way he looked at you when he pulled away after kissing you slowly was curious, a softness and devotion reflecting in his cerulean blues that made your heart beat faster after having just managed to regulate it.

“You look like you've got something to say, Jax,” you breathed, wondering if there would ever be a day that he would say what he felt.

He shrugged, his thumbs stroking your heated face as he tilted his head, looking between your bodies at yours clad in nothing but his kutte, seeing his cum dripping down your thigh.

“I think I'll be leaving this here more often.”

You both laughed as he kissed you again, shuffling forward to push you against the wall where he was able to press his lips to yours as much as he wanted to.

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[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Kinktober Day 5

Day Four | 🌹Kinktober Masterlist🌹 | Day Six

Pairing: Jax Teller x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked.

Warnings: Table sex/desk sex; enemies to enemies who fuck; vaginal sex; unsafe sex

 “What are you doing in here?” 

The question made you jump, and you whirled away from the bookshelf, dropping your phone in the process. You thought you’d be able to get some peace and quiet when you’d found the office, away from the party that had taken over the rest of the clubhouse.

You figured that if no one found you out, you’d be able to hang out there for the rest of the night. You’d hardly been there five minutes, and now this? Jax leaned in the doorway, hands tucked into his pockets as he waited patiently for your answer.

“Jesus Christ,” You hissed, irritation welling up at the sight of Jax’s smiling face. You crouched down, picking your phone back up and setting it on the bookshelf.

“Not in a party mood?” 

You shook your head, glancing over his shoulder. “It’s fine, I guess. I was just getting some space, that’s all.” 

“You mind some company?” Jax asked. Your brows rose as he stepped deeper into the room, shutting the door behind himself. 

“I figured you had all the company you needed out there,” You nodded back toward the door. 

“Saw you leavin’.” 

“So you followed?” 

“Wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Real knight in shining armor. All you need now is the white horse.” 

“I’ve got the bike. Probably got some paint in the garage.” 

“Please,” You rolled your eyes, turning away from him. “You wanna be really helpful, tell me if there’s any booze in here. Or do I have to go back out there for that.”

“Depends on what you’re lookin’ for,” Jax drifted deeper into the room, rounding the desk. “If you want a beer, you’re gonna have to go back out there, but if you don't mind something a little…Stronger…” He gazed at you from under the sweep of his lashes as he leaned down, opening a drawer out of sight. “I’ve got you covered.” 

You watched as he straightened, a bottle of whiskey in one hand, a tumbler in the other. It wasn't ideal, but it was better than braving the crowd outside. You sighed before you nodded, muttering, “It’ll do.” 

You scooched back to sit on the desk, swinging your feet as Jax uncapped the bottle and poured a healthy amount for you. He held it out, then yanked it back before you could take hold of it. 

“What do you say?”

Your mood darkened as you held your hand out, warning: “Now.” 

“That’s not the magic word.” 

“Right fuckin’ now.” 

“You managed to get further away from the correct answer.”

You rolled your eyes, reaching out and snatching up the discarded bottle before taking a swig. His lips curled with a smile as you lowered the bottle, holding it with both hands. 

“Don’t worry, honey," He chuckled. "You’ll learn.” 

“You don’t have anything to teach me that I don’t already know.” 

“We’ll see about that.” 

--  

You had been happy to spend the night alone, but spending the time with Jax was…Surprisingly pleasant. You’d been certain that he would grow bored with you, but you found him inching steadily closer to you. He’d started at the other end of the desk, and just shifted bit by bit—as he topped off the glass, as he offered you a smoke, as he turned to shift something around on the desk. It wasn’t long before the two of you were pressed thigh-to-thigh. 

The first brush of his lip against your shoulder made you go still—but he’d been in the middle of turning, shifting something around behind yo. You were certain that it was a mistake. 

The second brush made you certain that the first hadn’t been a mistake. The third moved closer to your neck. The fourth was up against the hinge of your jaw as he slid his hand over your thigh, drawing up the fabric of your dress as his fingers skated across your bare inner thigh. Your eyes closed at the feeling, your stomach fluttering at the sensation. 

“Jax,” You warned softly. “I’m not some crow eater that’s just gonna get on her knees and beg.”

His chuckle was low against your ear. “You’ve made that very clear.” 

“So what do you think you’re doing?” 

“Changing your mind.” 

--  

“You know the magic word.” 

You weren’t sure you knew much of anything at that moment. You did know that he had your panties around your ankle, and the skirt of your dress shoved up around your hips; the straps of your dress were sagging against your arms; the neckline has been drawn down to reveal your breasts to him. His shirt had been discarded long ago, showing off his muscled, tattooed chest to you. 

For as much ire as it raised in you, you had to admit—every single damn thing you’d ever heard a crow eater say about Jax’s prowess was completely true. The man was a god in bed…Or at least, on the desk. He’d drawn you to the edge of your orgasm with his fingers and tongue, and you’d been so, so close that you’d nearly begged—but seeing Jax straighten up and undo his pants had made you wet your lips, shifting closer to him. 

You were still just on the edge, you’d been certain you wouldn’t last long once Jax eased into you…But he hadn’t. 

He was trailing the head of his cock against your plumped, slick pussy lips, watching you with a smug grin. He leaned in, rolling his hips slowly against yours as he brushed a tantalizing kiss to your lips. 

“Jackson Nathaniel Teller, I swear to god,” You gritted out, tipping your hips into his touch. You whined as he drew away again, letting your head loll back. “Fuck, you’re such an asshole.” 

“I may be an asshole, darlin’, but I have something you want.” 

Jax pressed tight against you again, his cock slotting against your cunt as he braced his hands against the desk, nipping your earlobe. 

“One little word,” He murmured, emphasizing each with a slow saw of his hips. 

You clenched your jaw, tipping your head to the side to catch his eye. That warm, smug smile was still on his face; you wanted to slap it off. But what did you want more? The satisfaction of slapping him, or to quell the aching need between your thighs? You sighed heavily through your nose, grudgingly mumbling what he wanted to hear. 

“What was that?” He goaded, turning his ear toward your lips. “I didn’t catch it.”

“...Please.” 

“Hmm?” 

“Please, Jax, please fuck me!” You whined, squeezing his hips with your knees. You thought he’d ask you to repeat it again, but he slipped his hand between your legs, guiding his cock into you. You groaned, bracing your hands besides Jax’s as he filled you. 

“Fuck, yes,” You breathed, eyes sliding shut. Jax turned his head, nipping your neck and sucking over the spot. You cursed under your breath, raising a hand to twine in his hair. 

“Don’t give me a hickey, you little shit.” 

He laughed, swiping his tongue over the stinging skin. 

“Why not?” He curled his arm around your waist, dragging you closer to the edge of the desk, drawing you further down on his cock. “Afraid everyone out there will know what we’ve been up to in here?” He tipped his chin up, making you shiver as he brushed his beard over the blooming hickey. “They’re gonna know anyway when I make you scream my name.” 

Before you could argue, he drew his cock back, then snapped his hips forward. You gasped at the sudden change in pace, tightening your grip on his hair. He pounded into you forcefully, the strength of the movement making the glass and bottle rattle on the desk. You turned your head, using your hold in Jax's hair to guide him away from your neck. You caught his lips with yours, slipping your tongue into his panting mouth. He swirled his tongue against yours, fingers pressing harshly against your skin as you indulged in one another. He leaned back just a touch as he broke your kiss, forehead resting against yours. 

“I can feel you,” He groaned, “Are you close?” 

“Mhm,” You nodded hurriedly.

“You wanna cum?” 

“Yes.” 

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Jax, please, please,” You whimpered. Jax grinned, sucking his fingers between his lips before he reached down, swiping at your sensitive clit. The sudden slickness made you yelp, your hips bounding to chase the sensations. You bit your lip, quieting your moans as you came, tightening and throbbing around his cock. You laid back on the desk as the sensation calmed. Jax continued to gently roll his hips, his gaze sweeping desirously over your prone form. He leaned over you, smile widening as you trailed your hand down his chest. 

“Are you close?” You murmured. You felt so good—pliant, and calmed, even with the discomfort of the desk beneath you. 

“Nope.�� 

Your brows rose, and you propped yourself up on your elbows, shivering as Jax’s hips continued to roll into you. 

“What?” 

“I told you,” He leaned over you, lips brushing yours. “Those people out there? They’re gonna hear you scream my name.” 

Jax straightened again, drawing one of your thighs up around his hip. 

“Better get comfortable, darlin’.”

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[georgiapeach30513]

Down On My Knees, Part 3

Summary: One. Two. THREE.

Pairings: Jax Teller X Reader

Rating: explicit

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

Word Count: 3K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.

Proverbs 11:2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

”I want to go home now!”

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

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

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

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

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

You would change it all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you love the baby?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“One.”

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

“Two.”

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

”Three!”

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

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

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

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

“Where to, Mr. Levinson?”

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

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

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A/N: yay first part finally done! It took me a while because I wanna be able to do both Haunting Adeline and SOA justice and take my time with it. I’m gonna try to post as much as possible but again I wanna take my time with it. Love y’all!

TW: +18 only, mention of murder, mentions of fear play, light crude language

Part i

Delanie

My father has been the one for the theatrics for as long as I could remember. My first steps, he cried like a baby. When my first words were 'Daddy', he blubbered like child. My participation trophy in middle school volleyball, he threw a damn party. Now, moving from Salem, Oregon, away from where he was simply just two minutes away, was Charming, California, where I'd now be hours away.

"I still don't think you should be living there, Laney-" He sighed into the phone. I threw my head back quietly into the headrest of the seat of my car, shutting my eyes, not wanting him to get upset for the thousandth time this week alone about the choice of moving here a month ago.

I let out a quiet huff into the speaker as I looked to the ceiling of my car.

A ketchup stain?

"Dad, I've told you a million times," I smiled softly although I knew he couldn't see me, "I only have a year lease, if the book isnt done by then, I'll come back. I just need the quiet of a small town, a change of scenery, you know." his silence over the line was nearly deafening and i could practically see his nod as he let let go of a breath he was holding onto.

"As long as you promise me to-"

"Call as many times as I can, dad." I smiled wider into the receiver before seeing the moving van parking on the road in front of the house, "Moving vans here. I'll call you later. I promise."

"Alright sweetie, I'll let ya go then. I love ya'." he spoke and I nodded.

"I love you too, dad." i repeated back to him before I pulled my flip phone away from my ear, snapping it shut. I slipped the phone into my back pocket as I stepped out of the car.

Charming was the town Lyla had described to me in all of the emails and IM's she had sent me long ago. Vast hills and forests on the outskirts. There wasnt a Starbucks, but I never had it anyways. There were small time mom and pop shop diners, bars, mechanic shops that I had never heard of before. It was almost culture shock from the countless buildings that held a McDonalds, Goodyear Tire Shops, places youd find in any town that was bigger than Charming.

But, the name held up. Although it was a small town, Charming's neighborhoods were beautiful, vastly different from the grunge streets of Salem. It's what youd imagine when thinking of white picket fence life. Charming was what many could call a grandparents town, but the many young, lively people that would walk up and down the streets with their children told you a different story.

The house I signed the lease for was a comfortable, two bedroom, single story house. It wasnt the cheapest I could afford, but it was one I could tolerate living in for only a year as of yesterday. Today was furniture day so I was there to guide the movers where the couch, bed, and tables needed to go.

The I heard it.

The rumble of motorcycle engines in the distance.

Standing outside the pale yellow house, holding onto a box I had kept in my car overnight, I looked down the street.

I wasnt able to see the bikes as they so obviously passed by. But I could hear them, feel the rumbling deep in my chest, setting in fear over who rode those bikes, having the slightest bit of wonder if the ones who rode the bikes did good or bad.

But that was what lit a fire in the pit of my stomach, sending a spark down between my thighs.

Shaking myself from my thoughts was one of the movers, leaning against the doorframe with his forearm holding himself up. His biceps flexed, sweat dripping off his chin and neck from the heat from outside and little AC in the house and onto his now darkened gray shirt. His shirt stuck to his body, showing off how ripped he was. He gave me a small smirk as he held his free hand out, gripping onto a piece of paper.

"In case you need help unpacking." he winked when I moved the box i was holding to one hand, taking the slip of paper and opened it.

'Ben 555-4780'

I gave him a small tight lipped smile. He was attractive enough to give him that much.

"Thanks. I'll take it into consideration." I gave him a single nod before walking past him, setting the box on the counter with a sigh.

I needed a beer and to find my speaker in one of the boxes.

I pulled at my dark colored cardigan, pulling it taut around my body anxiously.

Being a successful writer had its perks, constant flow of money, being able to travel, meeting new people that already loved you.

It never helped the anxiety that comes with book signings however.

I looked to the group of people that stood outside the library, all holding at least one of my books, speaking to each other as they looked excited. I took a deep breath, wanting to rub my face but didn’t want to rub off my makeup I had spent an hour perfecting this morning.

I looked to my agent who was speaking to the older ladies that ran the library in its normal day to day time. You could just tell they were pissed and had angry looks from how busy the normally quiet building was.

As soon as the blonde, Patty, moved her gaze towards me, she smiled at the women to excuse herself and walk in my direction.

I stood up straighter, letting out a breath slowly as she spoke.

“Ready hot shot?” She asked before pushing my curls back, resting her hand on my cheek. She was about twice my age but I had always seen her as a motherly figure, someone who always cared about me, looked after me. She handled the shit that I couldn’t.

“As much as I can be.” I smiled to her as she leaned down, pressing a kiss to my cheek, her hand moving to my shoulder and guiding me to the table that sat in the middle of the room, done up in three different piles showcasing my three books I had put out in the recent years.

I sat at the table with a sigh and leaned back, watching as one of the older ladies from before finally unlock the door, letting in the line of excited women through to make a b-line in front of my table.

I pulled on a smile at the ladies, pulling off the cap of the first marker in front of me, making small talk after small talk with women of slightly different ages, the ones that got what they want moving deeper into the library to chat and eat the cheap snacks the ladies working got from the local store.

It’s been about half an hour and my hand was beginning to cramp. I looked up to Patty, seeing her standing nearby, on her cell. I gave her a slight nod and stood up as she walked towards me, calling out to the rest of the line that I’d be taking a break.

I stretched my hand, sighing as I turned, ready to go grab a glass of fruit punch and pray for it to turn into a beer before looking up, catching glimpse of a man.

I didn’t remember signing a book for him.

With a face like that, I would’ve remembered, wrote books about him, been able to see that face in my dreams.

His head was slightly pointed to the ground, as if he were looking at my shoes. His blonde hair fell from behind his ears, the ends tickling at his shaggy goatee that matched the color of his hair. His eyes, bags hanging low and a light shade of purple, were a piercing ocean blue, cutting straight through my own green eyes.

My breath caught in my throat as his lips quirked into a smirk, instilling fear into my mind and sending a slight shiver down my spine. Then a bigger lady walked past, covering my line of sight for a split second and when she was out of sight, he was gone.

I turned my head, looking for the blonde man. Behind bookshelves and the cliques of women speaking with each other. He was gone.

My ghost was gone.

Jax

The vibration in my hand from my handgun stung my skin. I could still feel the kickback from it in my bones and halfway up my arm. The life in the man’s eyes, gone, while mine stared at him angrily.

I had vowed to him before this moment that he would never touch another innocent child again and yet he doubted me. My only option was to put a bullet between his brows.

I let out a shaky breath I didn’t know I was holding, bringing my arms behind my back to slip my handgun in the waistband of my pants then leaned down, reading the patches off the Mayans kutte to myself before grabbing him by the shirt, dragging him back against the brick wall near an overfilled trash can that I could only describe as smelling like dog shit and rotten food. I held my breath as I sat the dead man up then stood back, sighing as I looked around.

It was still midday but I was still able to make good use of the silencer on my handgun but I still needed to get myself out of the area quickly.

I put up my hood after pulling it out of my kutte and walked away. It might be fucked up after killing a man in cold blood, no matter how much he deserved it, but a greasy burger was calling my name.

Salivating at the thought, I made my way down the street, hands stuffed deep in my jean pockets as I looked around, spotting a long line of women in front of the local library. I hadn’t heard of any event going on there. I furrowed my brows in surprise and got closer, nodding to some of the ladies as I walked myself up to the door, using my height as an advantage to look inside the building. I side stepped through some of the ladies, apologizing and spewing bullshit of “having to return my overdue book” with a smirk.

When I stepped into the library, for the first time in nearly 20 years, all I had expected to find was a group of older women fawning over the author of the books that finally made them feel the spark between their legs again and some middle aged freak with round glasses and kitten heels signing front page after front page of her few books. What I did not intend to see was a woman, had to be around my age, sitting back in the chair in the middle of the table, her fiery red locks halved and pulled up behind her head. Her glasses were round and thin, nowhere near the thick lenses I had imagined before. Her golden brown eyes cat like and sultry held a certain uneasiness from the crowd of middle aged women standing in line, overflowing into the history isle of books.

I had to have her.

I ducked behind a group of women and made my way to the back of the room, finding a spot near the shelves where I had a clear view of her. My eyes bored into the back of her head, sure that she could feel it.

And then she stood. Even from further away I could tell she was at least a head shorter than me even with the curls of her hair that stuck up. I could hear the whispers of the group of women surrounding me, saying her name as though it was a prayer.

I should be the only one saying it like that. I need to be.

My gaze continued on her even as she turned, quickly meeting my eyes. A smirk formed on my lips, my breathing became heavier as she quickly took in my form. Before either of us knew though, a lady walked in between our gazes so I ducked and slipped myself into a dark corner of the room, hugging the wall as I made my way out of the building without anyone taking notice. Every body in there was too focused on one person and one person only.

Delanie.

My Delanie.