#Sons of Anarchy fanfiction

[wetpussyju1ce]

Coconut & Tangerines

jax teller x poc fem reader

1.7k words

tags: pining, love at first sight, size difference, threats of violence, canon-typical jax behaviour/violence, Jax is in lovvveeeee, not beta read, writer is in love w this dumbass and thanks to him, this side blog exists + he brought writer out a writing rut <3 all because he made me horny. don't ever underestimate the power of an ovulating woman and her pussy. amen.

Jax doesn't expect to meet the love of his life in their dingy bar, barrelling through the doors, fuming and crying no less.

Everything was as usual, smoke filled up the place, stinking like tobacco and cheap beer. Men laughed and cheered as they played pool and gambled, random profanities would be shouted once in a while over the radio playing in the background. It was just like any other day, pretty mundane for the gang of bike riders, that is until the doors burst open, a pretty sight graced their establishment.

Jax didn't look up from the game of cards he was in the middle of, that is until she spoke, "Where is he?" The words were growled, more like. With as much ferocity as a kitten in Jax's eyes when he finally looked over.

The girl was panting, standing there while clutching her handbag in one hand, and her phone in the other. Her eyes were glassy and furious, scanning the bar's clientele frantically, looking for someone. And, Jax hoped that no one of the assholes in his gang were dating her because she was oh so pretty. She had on a long sleeved white top, the material soft and fluffy, cropped and falling off one pretty shoulder, her hips were covered in a small jean skirt, held close by a sparkly silver belt, more for show than anything as the skirt was tight and small enough to stay still on her body.

Then came in her heeled boots, that stopped right where her knees started, leaving the soft skin of her thighs exposed to the elements, and to the eyes of everyone in the bar to ogle at.

"Where are you? You stupid dickhead!" She shouts, pushing through the bigger bodies of the bike riders in search of the origin of her anger. Jax leans back in his chair, to get a better view of her glassy eyes and those devastatingly gorgeous and plump pink lips, the lower lip trembling when she's not shouting.

That's when she finally gets her hands on a shoulder, spins the man around and rips the hood off his head, Jax's frowns when he sees a young face, a much too young face to be in here. So he pushes his chair back, placing his cards face down and walking towards the woman and the boy she just grabbed, "Did you lose your fucking mind? What the fuck are you doing here? Your friend told me about your little plan!!"

She's fuming, crying now, hitting the boy on the chest, and be barely budges, her hits not affecting him in the slightest, but her words do make him lower his head in embarrassment at getting caught. "Huh? What do you have to say for yourself?"

The whole bar is watching them at this point, no one moving to interrupt them, watching the drama unfold. Except Jax, who easily makes his way to the crying, distressed girl, "Now, what's going on here?"

He stands next to the girl with the wet Bambi eyes, offers her a small smile and looks at the boy, putting a hand on his shoulder, "How old are you, son?"

The boy shakes his shoulder, trying to escape his grip with an uncomfortable look on his face, "I'm 18-"

"He's 15, and he's my little brother." She sniffles and glares at her brother.

"You're not old enough to drink, but you knew that. So why did you really come here?" Jax asked, bending his head to try and meet her brother's eyes. The boy doesn't say anything and when Jax thinks he won't speak, he looks up, meets his eyes with as much confidence as possible and says, "Let me in your gang."

Jax just stares at him, "Do you even have a motorcycle?"

"I'm not stupid, I know what you do! I'm fast and-" Jax decided he's heard enough and grabs him by the neck like a disobedient pup and drags him out of the bar, his sister right behind them as the boy tries to escape his hold, spitting curses left and right.

"Actually, you are pretty fucking stupid. You want to know to know why?" Jax throws him on the pavement, watching the boy catch himself on his hands and knees. "I'll tell you," He runs a hand through his hair, "You believe made up stories you hear in the streets, and that will get you killed. That's why you need to stay in high-school and never step a foot in our bar!"

Jax sighs, "You better thank your sister for saving your life."

Her brother gets up, looking extremely embarrassed and angry, dusting himself off, he clenches his fist and glares at Jax, at that he can understand, the boy is young and dumb, he was handled like a puppy out in public. But what he can't stand for, is when her brother turns to glare at his sister, and Jax moves the second he sees the boy take a step forward, jaw set and fists clenched.

Jax stands in front of her like a mountain, "Try it, and I'll break your fucking jaw, boy."

Jax hears a whimper and his blood boils, his sister cares for his well-being and the shit wanted to repay her kindness with violence and hurt.

Her brother spits right in front of Jax's feet and takes off. Jax would chase him and set him straight if it was any other day, but it wasn't. He had the prettiest and sweetest girl in his hands to check up on. Jax straightens his kutte and turns around, seeing sadness written all over her smaller face. She covers her face with her hands and lowers her body so she sits on the hard, cold and dirty concrete of the pavement.

He looks around, rubbing the back of his neck as he watches her shoulders slump and her phone to ding with a notification, she wipes her wet eyes with the back of her hand and reads the message she received. Her wet, dark eyelashes blink as her eyes read over the message and she sighs again, eyes welling up with tears. Jax sighs and goes to sit next to her as she shoves her phone in her handbag.

"You alright?" He asked, studying the side of her devastatingly gorgeous face.

She sniffles and turns to look at him, their bodies just barely touching, and Jax's heart jumps at the bounce of her dark curls, framing her face like a cloud, a real life angel, "I was meant to go on a date, you know?"

"What happened?" He blinks.

"I'm officially 30 minute late and my date messaged me. Let's just say he isn't happy at being stood up." She mumbles. Jax hums, "Why don't you call him and explain why you're late?"

She closes her eyes for a second, then opens them again, smile wobbly, "He's going on a date with another girl. He hates me now. It won't change anything."

Jax frowns, "Sorry but your date sounds like an asshole. You could have been kidnapped or got into an accident and he's-"

"It's okay," She chuckles, not a ounce of humour behind it.

"It's not. You've had a down right shitty day, darlin'" Jax says, suddenly getting up. "Look, come have a drink or two." He sticks one of his hands out, looking at her expectantly. She bites her lower lip, "I'm sorry I don't- I don't drink." Jax smiles a little, "Then how about this, let's get ice-cream."

She brings her knees to her chest and shakes her head, "I don't-"

"You're already all dolled up, so you may as well do something. Let yourself have one good thing today, hm? On me." Jax added, he's starting to feel a little stupid because he's sure he's not being subtle at all. He hopes he doesn't come off as some jackass who sees her as an opportunity. He wants to help, he really does. And the fact that she happens to be so pretty that it makes his heart melt, wasn't his fault. "And we'll talk about your brother too, if you want."

She thinks about it and nods, finally placing her hand in his. Jax's eyes almost widen at the size difference, but he acts cool and clears his throat, getting his hand back to shove it in his pocket, his fingers tingling where she touched him. She dusts herself off, wiping the back of her skirt with her hand as he rushes inside to settle his tab, slamming cash on the counter and ignoring his guy's hollers and whoops, he shakes his head, a small smile on his lips as he makes his way to his parked bike, pulling his keys out of his pockets.

"Have you ridden a bike before?" He asked, getting his only helmet out as she made her way to him, looking at his bike, "Like this? No."

"I'll drive slow, don't worry." He kindly smiled at her, taking a step towards her, holding his helmet with both hands, "Can I?"

"Oh yeah, of course." She jumps, straightening her back and watching Jax push her curls out of her forehead with his fingers, and then place his helmet carefully over her head, snapping it shut and taking a step back.

She watches him throw a leg over the machine and put his key in the ignition, the beast roaring to life as he pulls it up with his feet and arms, "Get on," He motions with his head and she wears her handbag on one arm and sits behind him, getting comfortable and placing her hands on his shoulders, "What's your name?" She asked.

"Jax. What's yours?" He said loudly over his bike's engine. She replied and he whipped his head back, "WHAT?"

She nudged closer, repeating her name again and he grinned, knowing full well he heard her the first time, he just wanted her closer, for safety purposes of course!

"You smell real nice, what's that?" He shouted over his shoulder. She got closer, her chest pressed against his back, "Coconut and Tangerines lotion!" Jax grinned, she smelled delicious and he was hungry. He hopes wherever they're going, that they'll have tangerines flavoured ice cream, because he really doesn't think she'll let him bury his teeth in her sweet skin like a greedy bastard after knowing him for 10 minutes. Or maybe she would, who knows.

"Where's your helmet?" She asked, wrapping her arms around his waist as he finally turned the bike around, entering the road.

Jax looked over his shoulder, "Don't worry about that. Hold tight, Tangy." That's all the warning she got before he took off, leaving a cloud of dust behind.

"I'll drive slow" my ass.

[bellaxgiornata]

A Bit of Relief

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader Word Count: 3.4k [Jax Fic Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+; explicit sexual content, period sex in the shower, newly established relationship

Summary: When both of your schedules constantly conflict for two weeks and keep you from each other, Jax doesn't care that you're on your period.

a/n: I'm currently on shark week and miserable myself, I figured I'd write this little self-indulgent thing really quick. Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

Jax Teller one shot tag list: @kmc1989 @steviebbboi @bear-ink @secretlysamcro @fireeyes-on-teller-dixon-grimes @bonnyclydecat @nutellajade @aria725 @f1samcro @kaydallas21 @nialiuwanderlust @sarraa-26 @uknowmesstuff @mmarysha @orymgraves @snowtargaryen @the-jer-bear @simonsbluee @bonni-98 @chloe-skywalker @sabrixna @tendertulip

Standing beneath the spray of your shower, the water cascaded over your shoulders, snaking its way down your naked body in warm rivulets. Eyelids slowly lowering as steam gradually filled the air, your right hand ran across the slippery skin of your abdomen in a slow circle, attempting to massage out the painful ache that’d been tormenting you since you’d woken. It was the second day of your period and the cramps had been so awful that you’d left your shift at St. Thomas a few hours early. Fortunately, the small hospital wasn’t busy today, which meant that no one really minded your absence.

You’d given Jax a quick call while you’d been driving back to your apartment just to let him know that you’d left work early, but truthfully you’d just missed the sound of his voice. It had been two weeks now that both of your schedules had been in constant conflict with each other, making it almost impossible for you to see each other. You’d only spent time with your boyfriend briefly in passing when Jax had stopped by to see you at the hospital, or sometimes just before falling asleep on the couple of nights he’d stayed over with you. Considering the relationship between you both was still relatively new, the lack of time spent together recently had been sheer torture. But to your surprise when you’d called Jax this afternoon, he’d informed you that the club was having a surprisingly slow and uneventful day, so you hadn’t hesitated to invite him over despite how miserable you felt.

Your plan had been to take a quick, warm shower while the ibuprofen you’d taken for your cramps once you’d gotten home slowly worked its way into your system. Trying to remain hopeful that either would help, you figured you’d be feeling at least marginally better by the time Jax had arrived at your apartment. But you must’ve lost track of time standing beneath the soothing spray of water in your shower focused on your painful cramps, because when the door to your bathroom opened and you heard Jax’s voice fill the small, steamy space, you jumped in surprise. Head darting over your shoulder to the steamed up glass of the shower door, you could just make out his form through it.

“Thought I heard you in here,” he said.

The second you saw the outline of him beginning to remove his leather kutte from his shoulders before setting it onto the edge of the bathroom counter, your eyes widened in horror at the possibility of him joining you in here while you were quite literally bleeding down the drain. The moment his hands grabbed onto the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head before tossing it to the bathroom floor, your suspicions were confirmed.

“Jax,” you called out hesitantly from inside the shower, catching the metal clink of his belt buckle as he undid it next, “what’re you doing?”

Through the steamy glass, you watched his hands slip into the waistband of both his jeans and boxer briefs before he pushed them down his legs in a single, swift motion. One after the other, his feet stepped out of the material that had sunk to the bathroom floor beside his discarded shirt. 

“What do you think I’m doin’, baby?” he replied, a playfulness to his tone. “Neither of us have shit goin’ on for once. You asked me to come over and I found you in the shower. So now I’m gettin’ in the damn shower.”

The glass door slid open in a smooth glide a second later, revealing Jax’s handsome smirking face and naked body entirely to you. As it had for the past week, his new short hairstyle briefly threw you off. You still weren’t quite used to seeing him without those long, shaggy strands especially with how little you had seen each other since he’d cut it. But then your tongue slipped out nervously along your lips as you became painfully aware of the cramps still tightening in your lower abdomen, the uncomfortable bloating of your stomach, and the occasional trickle of blood sliding down between your thighs and mixing with the water. You felt disgusting. This was not how you’d wanted him to see you this afternoon, especially not after having been missing him for two weeks.

“Yeah, but I just told you I was on my period, too,” you stated, as if that explained everything.

“So?” he asked.

Stepping into the shower behind you, he closed the glass door after himself just as your head turned forward, facing the shower wall in front of you again as you awkwardly focused on the gray tile. Either unaware or uncaring of your awkwardness, Jax slipped his hands around your waist before both of his calloused, warm palms began kneading at your stomach, just below your belly button. His hands easily glided along your skin with the slickness of the water as he pressed himself into your back. At the feel of his cock fitting right between your wet ass, you swallowed hard.

“So I’m on my period,” you repeated more firmly. 

“Maybe I just wanna help,” he murmured in a low rumble, his mouth lowering to just beside your ear. “You came home early from work not feelin’ good.” The tip of his nose gently brushed against your temple before he expelled a soft breath, the warmth of it passing over the side of your face. “Maybe I wanna help you feel good.”

Eyelids fluttering shut at his words, you felt your body unconsciously relaxing back against his solid, muscular one behind you. While his hands continued massaging your abdomen, you felt him beginning to slowly grind his cock against your ass, the appendage gradually stirring to life against your slick skin.

In all of your previous relationships, you’d never had a boyfriend or partner who even remotely wanted to touch you while on your period. While they all still had the nerve to ask for you to take care of them during your period weeks, none of them ever cared to return the favor, making it clear that they found something so natural so completely unappealing to them. Which is how you’d come to assume every man shared those sentiments.  

“Thought guys were grossed out by periods?” you asked quietly.

He huffed out a breath, the warmth of it once more passing over your skin and causing goosebumps to raise along your forearms. His hands pressed a little more firmly into your abdomen, pulling you tighter against him behind you as he continued grinding his stiff length along your ass.

“I haven’t had you in half a month,” he pointed out, mouth still beside your ear. “You think a little blood is gonna stop me?”

Before you could even reply, one of his hands began to trail lower, slipping downwards until he was cupping your heat in his palm. The moment the rough pads of his fingers brushed over your clit, you inhaled sharply. The little bundle of nerves was always extra sensitive during your period, causing his light touch to feel better than usual. But your body tensed in his arms for an entirely different reason as he continued his ministrations–which he clearly noticed. 

“Relax, darlin’,” he soothed. Shifting against you, his mouth lowered to your neck, placing a lingering kiss against the wet skin. “Your period doesn’t bother me,” he whispered in assurance against you. “Stop thinkin’ about it. Get outta your head.”

Trying to listen to him, you kept your eyes closed as you focused on the sensation of his fingers gently circling your clit, moving with just the right amount of pressure as he continued to press his length into your ass. Teeth sinking into your bottom lip, a soft noise of pleasure vibrated in your throat at how good just his fingers felt, your mind briefly drifting away from the pain of your cramps as it centered on the way he was so carefully touching you beneath the spray of water. 

“There you go,” he encouraged quietly. “That’s it, baby. Lemme help.”

While he continued working your clit with deliberate motions, his other hand slid upwards from your stomach, engulfing your left breast in his palm. Jax gave the soft flesh a firm squeeze before the pad of his thumb brushed over your nipple a few times. He caught the quiet gasp that left you, a smirk sliding onto his lips that you could feel against your skin from where he’d buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“These sore, too?” he asked, giving your breast another squeeze.

“Mhmm,” you hummed. 

Something like a grunt fell out of him at that, his damp facial hair tickling you where it brushed along your neck. You could feel the knot of desire tightening in your stomach instead, your cramps completely forgotten as the warm water continued to pour over the pair of you.

“Everything’s so sensitive right now, hmm?” he murmured.

You couldn’t help the way your back arched yourself further into him behind you, seeking more of his hot skin against yours as his left hand continued gently massaging your breast, his fingers carefully toying with your nipple. His other hand slipped lower until two of his fingers just dipped inside your aching, wet entrance. The motion of his hips hadn’t halted while he’d been touching you, his cock grinding a bit faster between the plushness of your ass with his own growing need. A quiet grunt came out muffled against your neck when he began to pump his two fingers in and out of you slowly, drawing a little moan out of you in return.

With a deep sigh at the sound, Jax finally raised his head from where it had been nuzzled against you. His lips once more brushed against your ear when he spoke. “You want me, baby?”

The answer to that was easy, your body already a mess of need from the little bit of stimulation he’d already given you. If he wasn’t going to be bothered by your period, you weren’t going to let it bother you right now, either. It’d been far too long since you’d both had each other like this and you missed him. So with a nod, you looked over your shoulder at him, your eyes meeting as the spray of the shower continued to pour over you both.

“Yes,” you answered.

Without wasting any more time, his fingers slipped out of you just as his other hand released your breast. Both of his hands came to land on your hips before he slowly turned you around to face him. Jax’s own need was written clear on his face, his eyes locked onto yours as he carefully walked you backwards in the small, steamy shower, moving you until your back hit the tiled wall. Almost instinctively, your hands were on his solid chest, feeling his steady pulse beneath your right palm. 

Jax stepped forward, his eyes still holding yours as his knee gently nudged your thighs open wider. One hand sliding past your hip and down to the back of your thigh, he gripped it firmly in his fingers before hoisting it up over his hip, his other hand keeping you steady against the shower wall as he did. Once you were positioned, your leg wrapping around his waist, his hand left your thigh to grab the base of his thick cock, running the tip of it through your slick folds and gathering the wetness along himself. You felt your pussy clench in anticipation as he groaned out, the sound low and filthy in the shower. 

He took a moment to line himself up with your entrance before he finally pressed his hips forward, sliding into you in a single, fluid stroke. Head dropping back against the wet tile behind you, you stared back at him through half-lidded eyes as a faint whine slipped out of your lips. Your pussy was just as sensitive as the rest of you, making the stretch of his cock inside of you somehow feel even better than all the other times you’d been together when you hadn’t been on your period. 

With him finally inside of you, his hand returned to your thigh, gripping it more firmly with his fingers before he tugged it up even higher over his hip. A sharp gasp abruptly fell out of you as the shift in position had him sinking even deeper into you.

“Feel good?” he asked, a teasing smirk on his lips.

“Yes,” you replied breathlessly.

Jax began to move, his strokes starting slow and shallow at first as your sensitive pussy adjusted to him, your walls stretching to fit every thick inch of him. Your hands shifted up his chest until one of them dug your nails into his broad shoulder while the other gripped the now short hair at the nape of his neck. Jax grunted in response, his hips gradually beginning to pick up their pace as he began to fuck you a little harder.

“Startin’ to feel any better?” he asked.

Head nodding against the tiled wall, your eyes remained focused on his face, watching the little twitches of pleasure play over his features as he fucked you. The panting gasps of your own shallow breaths began filling the shower along with the steam as each thrust of his cock tightened that knot deep in your stomach. 

“So much–better,” you panted out between his thrusts. “Missed you.”

His fingers tightened on your thigh as the corners of his lips curled even further into that familiar little cocky smirk he often had, the sight of it eliciting a soft moan from you. Beginning to increase his pace to something rougher and faster, you swore you could feel his cock making its way up to your damn stomach at this angle, your vision burning white each time he sharply snapped his hips into you.

“Missed you, too, darlin’,” he admitted, lowering his forehead to rest against yours. “Been too damn long. Can’t go that long again.”

Almost as if the confession had reminded him of just how long it had been, his strokes became even more forceful, his hips slamming you into the wall of the shower. A soft, wet thud punctuated each of his thrusts as your ass continued to smack into the wall behind you, that wave of pleasure only building faster inside of you as your nails bit harder into his shoulder. 

“Pussy’s so fuckin’ wet and warm,” he growled, his eyes snapping shut. “Shit, baby. Feels so good.”

A low moan snuck its way up out of your throat at his words, but Jax leaned forward and closed the remaining distance as he crashed his mouth down hard onto yours, swallowing down every single noise that had been about to spill right out of you. He pushed his tongue into your mouth as short, sharp exhales flew from his nose with each relentless roll of his hips that drove his cock deeper and deeper. Readjusting his hold on your thigh, Jax pressed you more fully into the shower wall, his body flush against yours as he continued burying his cock further inside of you. 

Both of your hands were in his hair, grabbing fistfuls of the short, damp strands now. At this point, you didn’t even care that everything was slick with a mixture of your blood, the water, and your own wetness as he continued to pump in and out of you with his relentless pace. You’d forgotten that you were even on your period, only focused on how good he was making you feel now as your slick bodies moved together, your own hips trying to match his pace. 

His mouth fell off of yours, his own breaths coming in shallow, panting gasps that fell hot over your damp skin. The sounds you were both making–moaning and grunting and gasping–blocked out the sound of the water. You could feel yourself getting closer to your release, your fingers tightening their hold on the short strands of his hair.

“Christ–thatta girl,” Jax grunted out. “There ya go.”

With skin sliding against skin, your breaths mingling in the small space between you two, you could feel your orgasm steadily approaching. Your walls clenched his cock, gripping it firmly as you neared that delicious peak. His forehead dropped back down to yours, the water falling off of his chin and dripping down your chest as he kept up his pace.

“Yeah, baby. C’mon,” he coaxed. “Let go.”

His fingers were making rough indents against the flesh of your upper thigh with how tightly he was gripping it, holding it high up over his hip so he could keep hitting you just right. And when he heard the high pitched whines beginning to fall from between your parted lips, he suddenly pulled himself almost entirely out before sharply ramming his hips into you and holding himself there, hitting that spot that made your brain turn to nothing. 

“Jax–Jax–Jax–”

You couldn’t do anything but stupidly babble his name at that point, especially when he pulled himself nearly out before abruptly snapping his hips back into you once more. A breathy, amused chuckle met your ears when the gesture broke off the repetition of his name, but you were far too gone at this point. All it took was another sharp slam of his hips again before you cried out, your pussy tightening around him as your forehead slipped away from his, your face burying against the side of his neck. You felt the resounding rumble of the pleased moan in his throat as he continued to ram into you a few more times, fucking you through your orgasm while your eyes nearly rolled back in ecstasy behind closed lids, finally coming on his cock.

“Fuck, there it is,” he groaned, his own voice strained. “Thatta girl.”

Keeping you pinned against the wall, his strokes grew sloppy as he continued fucking you, chasing after his own release. Still shaking with aftershocks of your own orgasm, your arms slipped down and wrapped around his shoulders as you clung to him, quiet moans still falling out of you as he kept going. 

“Shit, baby–”

With a few more rough thrusts, you felt Jax sink himself fully inside of you before he spilled into you, the heat of his release filling you with warmth. Your face was still pressed against the side of his neck as his movements gradually slowed to a stop, his own loud, ragged breaths filling the shower. 

Slowly, Jax lowered your leg from over his hip as both of his hands gripped your waist, keeping you steady so you didn't lose your balance and slip on the wet shower floor. Arms still wrapped around him, your eyes remained closed as you attempted to catch your breath while he carefully slid himself out of you. He turned and placed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his hand gently rubbing over the place on your thigh that he'd had a bruising grip on only moments ago. 

“Told you a bit of blood wasn't gonna stop me,” he said, sounding out of breath. “Aren't orgasms s'posed to help with cramps or some shit?”

Pulling your face away from his neck, you met his gaze with your own worn yet contented expression. At this rate, you didn't care if your blood was mixed in with the mess of sex on both of yourselves, you'd just wash it off in a minute.

“Yeah,” you answered. 

That damn smirk was back on his lips now, his head tilting to the side as the water continued to pour down over the both of you. “So?” he pressed, still out of breath. “You feelin’ better after that?”

Lips twisting into a little grin, you couldn't even deny that Jax fucking you had relieved the pain of your cramps far better than anything else you'd ever tried over the years. The smirk on his face only grew, as if he knew what you were thinking without you even giving voice to it.

“Much better,” you replied.

Looking quite pleased with himself, his hands wrapped around your waist as he gently tugged you away from the shower wall and against his warm, wet body. Relaxing into his embrace, you were glad you'd left work early and called him.

“Yeah,” he muttered smugly into your ear as he held you. “I fuckin’ thought so.”

[babyybrii]

Soft dom! Jax please..

I just need fluff, love and aftercare!!

you’re already shaking when he slides inside you—hands still caught in his hair, legs trembling around his waist, voice all hoarse from crying his name.

jax doesn’t slow down, not yet. not until he’s sure you’ve felt all of it—every ounce of love he’s been too fucked up to say out loud.

“just like that,” he whispers, lips at your jaw, “doin’ so good for me, baby. such a good girl.”

you whimper something—he doesn’t catch the words, just the way you cling to him, breath catching on a sob. jax leans down, pressing his forehead against yours. “i know, baby.”

he speeds up, pushing himself deeper inside of you—just slightly, enough for you to feel every inch of him. you hands claw at his back, head thrown back against the pillow. he’s everywhere—hands sliding up and down your body, face buried in your neck, mouth whispering filthy things against your ear.

“‘m close,” you breath, the familiar build up boiling low in your tummy. your legs shake against his waist, nails digging into his biceps as you tighten around him, clenching, pulsing, like your body needs him—like it doesn’t know how to let go.

jax groans. a sound from deep in his chest, like he’s unraveling too. “yeah?” he pants, lips ghosting your temple. “you gonna come for me, baby? make a mess all over my cock?”

you nod, tears slipping down your cheeks now—too far gone to be embarrassed, too full of him to care. he catches one with his thumb. presses a kiss to your wet cheek.

“that’s it,” he whispers. “i got you.”

his rhythm stutters. his jaw clenches.

“c’mon, baby. let me feel it. you know how good you are for me?”

you do. god, you do. you fall apart for him with a sob, hips jerking beneath his hands as he fucks you through it—soft, careful, deep—like he’s trying to fuck the love right into your bones.

you barely register it when he follows you—just the way his body tenses, the low groan in your ear, the warmth that fills you up inside.

then everything slows.

his weight settles on top of you, chest heaving.

you’re both breathless. quiet.

jax kisses your forehead. again. and again. and again.

“did so good, baby,” he murmurs, hand brushing your damp hair back. “i got you. let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

you nod into his chest, safe and small in his arms.

and he carries you to the shower like you weigh nothing.

an: thank you for requesting angel—i hope you enjoyed reading 💋💖

[ravennaortiz]

August 1 The Weather is hot but not as hot as you babe. As always 18+ Requested by the lovely @melissataggart87

“Hey Darling” drawled Jax as he came into the TM office a charming smile on his face that had  heat pooling between your thighs. The blond haired, blue eyed biker had certainly got your attention. He was a walking red flag but you couldn’t help but fantasize about what it would be like to let him use you. But he was married to your sister.

“Jax” you greeted as you took a sip of the iced tea you had gotten at lunch a bit ago. The coolness doing nothing to soothe the heat inside let alone outside from the California sun.

“This heat is oppressive” he stated as he flopped down on the couch. The material creaking under his sudden weight. “Speaking of oppressive, how the hell are you working in this sweat box and not looking like a melted wax figure?” he asked as he reached for the fan on the table behind him and turned it on high.

You giggled and shook your head. “A bit dramatic there, don’t ya think?” you asked as you sat back in the chair. Your drink dripping water onto you as it sweated in the heat. “Besides you get used to the heat and if you don’t move you’re good”

Jax grinned at you as his eyes watched the drips of water slink down your skin. The strapless dress giving him ample view of your chest. Swallowing hard he thought about it bunched up around your waist as you rode him. He had been flirting and testing the water for weeks. He knew his best shot was now to make a move since all the other guys had called it early due to the heat. It was just the two of you out here.

“Thing is….I wanna move” started Jax lazily and low as if he was telling you a secret. “More so under you, cause while this weather is hot it’s not as hot as you babe” he finished with a Cheshire cat like grin as your eyed widened.

“Jax” you started as you shook your head and set your drink down. Sitting up right you shook your head. “My Sister”

“Doesn’t have to know.” Purred Jax with a chuckle. “Why are you fighting this, I know you want it as much as I do” he stated as his hands moved to his pants working on his belt and zipper. “So get over here and get on my cock pretty girl. Let me feel your heat” he added as he freed his cock and started stroking it.

You licked your lips as you watched him. Eyes glancing up and out the window that led to the garage it was empty as was the parking lot outside the open office door that led outside. Pushing back from the desk, chair wheels squeaking in the silence that had developed you walked slowly over to him, slipping out of your sandals as you went.

“Leave it on” stated Jax as he watched your hands start to go to unzip your dress. “Just bunch it up for me” he added as he watched you, his heart racing. He was nervous not because he was new to cheating, it was his specialty at this point to be honest. But it would be the first time he buried his cock in someone Tara loved and cared for.

Bunching your dress material up you got closer and moved over Jax until you were hovering over his hard cock. “So wet already” chuckled Jax as he used a hand to hook your panties and pool them to the side while his other hand teased your clit and entrance with his cock head.

You bit your lip as a moan left your mouth. “Just make sure to pull out Jax” you whispered as you started to lower yourself down making him hiss a fuck under his breath as he nodded.

A few minutes later your hand was tossed back, hands on his thighs as you rode him. Jax thrusting powerfully up into you as he held your waist tightly. He could feel his cock start to twitch and his balls tighten as his release got close. “Hop off” he growled as he started to slow so as to honor your request.

“No…don’t…ahh.. just fuck me” you panted and moaned, moving your hips faster. Jax tried to tell you again he was close but your head snapped up and your eyes met his. “Just fucking cum in me Jax” you yelled. Jax nodded and snapped his hips up powerfully into you as you called his name over and over as his cock spewed cum deep inside you as your body milked him.

That Night

Jax was asleep when he felt the covers by his hip lift. A hand pumping his cock had him groaning. Assuming it was Tara he rolled over only to pull his cock from the hand. Sitting up abruptly he realized Tara was still sound asleep. A small giggle had him looking to the floor next to the bed and he saw you in a sheer tank top and thong trying to be quiet. Raising a finger to his lips he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, opening his legs for you to crawl in. As your mouth went around his tip he closed his eyes, hands resting on your head. Yeah he thought, Tara was right, it was a good idea to let her little sister move in to help care for the boys.

[imaginealotofthings]

Imagine you hitchhike and end up getting picked up by bikers...

You did it, you'd finally gotten away from him. 3 long, random bus journeys and many miles later you finally felt a weight lift off of your shoulders.

With no family or friends you trust enough - you were on your own now. But you were so ready for a new start in life. You were still young and you'd spent the little amount of adulthood you've experienced trapped with him. Your now ex, abusive ass boyfriend -Joe. 5 years he's been treating you like shit on his shoe - none of your family would believe you if you ever told them the dreadful stuff he had done over the years. Joe played such an innocent character in front of them all - being an officer of the law also helped in his defence. 'How could a police officer do anything bad?' You could imagine your mother saying if you ever confessed anything to her. We've all see the true crime documentaries, which would prove her so wrong!

Walking down the dusty road with little to no cars passing you; you began to get a little anxious that you may be walking into the night at this rate. Glancing down at the vibrating phone in your hand - the battery dawning lower and lower. 143 missed calls from him. Your heart raced a little every time it rang. He has to give up soon. You know you need to block the number - or even ditch the phone in case he tracks you down. But honestly, deep down even though you're ready for a 'new start at life', you are so fucking scared.

A low deep rumble makes you whip your head around. A cluster of motorbikes ride towards you.

Finally, someone might help me. Jerking your arm into the direction of the road, you stick your thumb in the air.

Bikers are so intimidating, but surely they can help me. One tear escaped from the corner of your eye in a quick rush of fear. You wipe it away swiftly. You have to be brave.

The lead biker shouts to the others, inaudibly. 4 bikers carrying on past you - leaving a trail of dust in the air behind them. Each nodding to you as they passed. Two of them slowed and pulled up next to you. Your eyes looking over them as they set up their bikes and remove their helmets.

'Sons of Anarchy California' the back of their leather vests read.

The biker with a loose black perm and sharp nose walked over to me first. The strong scent of cigarettes, aftershave and leather blew off of them both.

"Hey, little lady. What you doing out here on your own?"

"I really appreciate you stopping, I was needing a ride into town.."

"Which town, little lady? Where's home for you?" His brows visibly frowning as he grew concerned.

The other biker, stayed leaning on his bike smoking a cigarette. From a small distance you noticed that he had salt and pepper hair and scar the shape of a smile across his mouth and cheeks. You loved scars - the uniqueness of the shape and individuality it gave a person. His head tilted awaiting your response to the other biker.

"I...er... I'm trying to get far away from that place. I really don't want to trouble you. If I could please have a ride to the closest town and I'll figure out where I'm going from there.."

The biker turned to look to his friend, who had started approaching you.

"Hey lassie, sorry Tiggy here has lost his manners and didn't introduce us. You can call me Chibs and this is Tig." The Glaswegian accent made you melt..

"You sound like you don't have a plan of where you're going to be going next when we drop you off in the next town. And it is against the clubs morals and definitely mine to be leaving a sweet young thing like yourself alone." He looked you up and down before keeping his eyes locked with yours.

"The club?...." you began but Chibs was already answering.

"Aye, we are part of the motorcycle club in our town, Charming. Samcro, the Sons of Anarchy (he pointed to Tig's back who had turned to show us his leather cut). We are one big 'at most' happy family.... Anyway, come on lass get on the back of my bike lets get you in the warm - we are missing steak night at the club. We can discuss your next move over a drink..."

"Honestly, its ok...." he cut you off again.

"I'm not taking no for answer lass, come on. Lets go." he gave you a wink before offering his hand and leading you to his bike.

Standing next to the bike with a nervous smile on your face - you let him put his helmet on your head and fasten it. His finger tips barely brushed your skin and a rush of electric shot through you.

"I'm Y/N, in case you were wondering." You tried your hardest not to blush. "I was wondering actually..." a smirk on his face.

After mounting the bike. Chibs turns to you with another wink.

"Hold on Y/N."

You wrap your arms around his broad frame - breathing in scent and the leather.

What had you gotten yourself into?

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[etclouie]

“huh, you like that darlin’?”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — summary; fucking your boyfriend when another member of samcro walks in, but you both find something out about you in that moment (Jax Teller x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — warnings; smut with little plot, minors do not interact!!!, poorly written smut, unprotected sex, soft sex, p in v, creampie, established relationship, chibs walks in on them(he does knock they just don’t hear it), readers described as drunk the night before(is this a warning??), jax teases reader about chibs walking in, lmk if i missed any !

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — word count; 939

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — a/n; yeah, uhm anyways (thinking of early seasons jax)

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you’d spent the night at the clubhouse with Jax, having drunk a little too much for Jax to have taken you home on his bike. 

you’d woken up alone in his bed and hearing the shower in the next room. eyeing him when he walked back into the room, and his towel wrapped lowly on his hips. 

knowing the look you were giving him had a chuckle spilling from his lips, leading to now. 

he had you sprawled out on your back, arms bracing himself on the pillows around your head, hips rocking against yours at a steady pace.

his voice soft and small, gentle coos leaving his lips. mumbled ‘i knows’ into your ear, while your legs wrapped around his waist and feet locked at the small of his back. arms loosely wrapped around his neck, and fingers tangled in his hair. 

this was more intimate than sex ever normally was between you, it was softer and a lot more gentle. 

tilting your head to capture his lips in a kiss and humming as he deepened it, his tongue pushing past your lips and meddling with yours. 

each thrust of his hips had more moans falling from your lips, breaking the kiss and laying back against the one lone pillow on the bed. your eyes flicking across his face and admiring him, reaching a hand up to cradle his jaw while your thumb soothed across his cheek. 

giggling softly as he tilted his head to press a kiss to your palm before leaning down to capture your lips again, both of you lost in the moment and missing the knock at the door. 

Jax’s thrusts continued at a steady past, coaxing soft moans from your lips. dropping his head to the crook of your neck again and peppering kisses across the skin, back arching up into him. 

with no response from Jax the door opened cautiously, and a familiar Scottish accent sounded in surprise and slight disgust. 

“jesus christ Jackie”

feeling your face heat at the sudden intrusion and hiding your face in your hands, feeling Jax pull away from your neck and glance back at Chibs. 

glancing up cautiously at Jax as he pulled the blankets up to cover your body, remaining inside you as he spoke, his tone laced in faint irritation and your walls fluttering around him causing a muffled groan to bubble in his throat. 

“this is on you brother”

his eyes locked with Chibs’ before nodding towards the door in a silent ask to leave, hearing the Scotsman chuckle before leaving; the door slamming behind him while Jax’s attention turned back to you. 

“sorry bout that, darlin’”

his hands pulling yours further away from your face, and loosely wrapping your arms around his neck once more. feeling the pillows dip on either side of your head while he braced himself again, the slow drag of his hips starting again. 

“felt you clench down on me, hm sweetheart?”

despite the softness of the moment, even if momentarily disrupted, Jax’s tone held a little teasing to it once again. thrusts continuing and low mewls falling from your lips, eyes hooded and keeping hold of his gaze. 

“huh, you like that darlin’? you like the thrill of getting caught like this?”

words escaping you, and a lewd moan coming out in response. eyes fluttering shut as he leaned down to capture your lips again, his blond locks toppling into your face. 

the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room again as he chased both of your climaxes, forehead resting against yours and arms crossing above your head. 

his body blanketing yours and moving impossibly closer to you, peaking up at him to find his gaze already on you. 

“you gonna cum f’me sweetheart? or you want Chibs back in here?”

choking back a whine at his proposition, walls fluttering around him again as the words reeled in your head. 

mind feeling fuzzy and body flooding with heat, the familiar pool of warmth settling in the pit of your belly as his thumb pressed to your clit. 

“fuck, that turn you on? shit- cum f’me sweetheart, that’s it”

the words came out in a groan, his head dropping to your shoulder and his thrusts faltering. lips pressing soft kisses across your sweat dampened skin, and his soft coos flooded your ear. thumb pressing tighter circles to your clit and pushing you over the edge, the coil in your belly snapping as you came with a cry of his name. 

arms tightening around his neck and pulling him down impossibly closer, moaning into his ear while your cheeks pressed together. moans turning into whines, and whines turning into incoherent babbles as his thrusts continued; once met with precision now left sloppy as he chased his high. 

“fuck, that’s my girl. such a good girl f’me darlin’”

the possessive tone in his words had another lewd moan tumbling past your lips, nails scratching across his back and into the sons tattoo. 

a barely coherent cry of his name was his undoing, hips stuttering before stilling completely against you. a jagged rock of his hips and a guttural moan past his lips signified his climax, his cock throbbing in your warmth and his release shooting into you. 

the constant flutter of your walls around him had him spilling every drop, the tightness surrounding him milking him for all he had. 

staying connected and limbs intertwined, his breathing heavy against your shoulder as he slowly started to come down from his high. lifting his head enough to meet your gaze before grumbling out to you. 

“my little exhibitionist, hm?“

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[secretlysamcro]

Female reader x Jax Teller SMUT, violence, explicit language & possible spoilers. If you're under the age of 18, haven't finished the show, or dislike any of said topics, please read no further.

Request: “The reader loses her job and needs money to pay her mothers medical bills, she goes to see Lyla who is her friend at diosa, Lyla feels awful about the situation speaks to Opie about offering you a job at diosa to pay for the bills and he speaks to the sons about it, They let her work there and Lyla shows her the ropes of the place, after a week the sons come for a for a visit after a long day to relax and let’s just say that the reader catches jaxs eye and requests to spend the night with her. (he and Tara aren’t together)”

Backstory: Desperate to cover your mother’s medical bills, you’re willing to do whatever it takes to make ends meet. Even if that means stepping into the world of escorting. Resulting in one of the Sons, taking a particular liking to you.

“Shit” you curse as you notice another letter has been slipped through the mail slot, your mother not bothering to pick it up, which can only mean one thing. More medical bills. It’s been over two weeks since you lost your job, and no matter how hard you’ve been trying, nowhere is hiring and it’s starting to feel impossible. Soon enough you’ll be unable to help cover your mother’s bills, and when that happens…everything falls apart.

Adding the letter to the growing stack of unopened envelopes, you make your way up to your room. With a heavy sigh, you throw yourself onto the bed, eyes fixated on the ceiling as your mind races, scrambling for your next move having no idea what to apply for or where to even start. That’s when your friend Lyla pops into your head.

Y:N: Hey Lyla is it ok if I drop in and see you at Diosa tomorrow? I might need some help.

You and Lyla had known each other for a while now, but ever since she took over at Diosa, your friendship had faded slightly. Not because either of you didn’t care, but because life got in the way. You had your mom to worry about, and she had Diosa to run. You let out a faint laugh as you wonder why you never thought sooner to see if Lyla had a job for you, but then again working somewhere like Diosa would be completely new territory.

Lyla: Hi y/n. Sure thing I have 2 help Ope in the morning but will b in after 12. Hope everything is ok?

You stand up, getting undressed for your shower, catching your reflection in the mirror. Your hands trailing over your body as a flood of thoughts race through your mind. Can I even do this? Can I really be an escort? You tilt your head, studying yourself, doubt lingering over you but so does determination.

You step up to the doors, hesitating ever so slightly. You’ve driven past this place hundreds of times but stepping inside, is something you never even considered. You take a deep breath as you push the door open and take your first step inside.

Stepping into Diosa Norte for the first time, you stop to take in your surroundings. Women moving effortlessly through the room, leading men upstairs, their different conversations causing a low hum. The environment is some what warm and inviting, definitely different to what you had expected.

“Hey, can I help you?” A dark haired man approaches you, a phone pressed to his ear, but his conversation on pause to acknowledge you. His arms have intricate tattoos placed on them.

“Hi, I’m uh… looking for Lyla?” You say, glancing around the room before landing your eyes back onto him.

“Lyla? Yeah, she had some things to take care of, you know, but she should be back in a minute. Go ahead, take a seat” he looks at his watch before gesturing you towards a very comfy looking sofa.

“Thanks” you reply, offering a polite smile.

The man returns to his call. “Jax, you know what your Moms like if she said…” his voice fading as he walks deeper into Diosa.

As your eyes scan the ‘XXX’ menu in front of you, your attention is diverted when you hear someone calling your name.“y/n? hey!” Lyla greets you with a warm smile as she steps inside. Approaching you for a hug. “Hope you haven’t been waiting long” her tone light as she rubs your shoulder in a sympathetic way. “Let’s go upstairs” she says, leading you to the staircase.

You follow her, as you get to the top of the stairs you cant help but hear the sound of muffled moans accompanied by laughter and the slight creak of bed springs from behind the closed doors. You inhale a large breath as the smallest bit of uncertainty creeps in. Is this really where you belong? Lyla looks over her shoulder, catching the slight uncomfortableness written over your face. “Yeah, I never said it was any quieter up here” she laughs, as she opens the office door in front of you both.

She shuts the door behind you, the sound of pleasure fading away into silence. The rooms feels quieter as the weight of your situation hangs in the air. Lyla leans back against the desk, her stare sharp as she looks towards you.

“Come on then, what’s up?” She asks casually, a hint of concern underneath. She could tell from your text that something is wrong. She knows a brief history about your mother and her medical issues. She knows things have been rough these past few years so she’s already assumed it’s something to do with that.

“Where do I even begin?” You say with a shaky laugh, your throat tightening as you try to hold back the tears.

Lyla watches you closely, sensing the weight of your situation and the vulnerability you’re trying to keep hidden. You take a deep breath, the tears settling for just a moment as you begin to explain.

You tell her everything, a few tears spilled in between. You tell her all about your mother’s mounting medical bills, the ones you can’t keep up with no matter how hard you try. Losing your job, making it even harder. You tell her how it feels like the world is on your shoulders and there’s no way out.

“I just… I don’t know who else to turn to…” you say quitley. ”…are you hiring here?” You look towards your feet, knowing Lyla knows this isn’t your usual scene.

Her face immediately softens, stepping closer, the concern in her face evident. “I’m so sorry” her words are gentle yet reassuring. She knows what it’s like to be stuck, backed in a corner with no way out.

“I’d need to talk to Jax and Nero, I can’t just hire on the spot, it’s a process, but I’ll do everything I can to help” Her words aren’t the solution you’re looking for, but you can only try…right?

“Look, keep looking around just incase but I’ll talk to Ope tonight, I’m sure I can get him to talk to Jax… okay?” She holds your hand now. Her touch sincere.

“Thanks Lyla” you squeeze her hand, truly thanking her, this really could be your last life line.

“You okay babe?” Opies voice is soft but filled with concern as he sits at the edge of the bed, watching as Lyla enters the room. She exhales slowly, her mind still caught up in y/n’s situation. She gets comfy as she straddles onto Opie, her voice steady but tinged with worry as she starts to explain.

“It’s y/n, she’s struggling. Her mom’s bills are piling up, she's lost her job it’s just a lot for her right now you know…” her expression filled with empathy for her friend.

After a long pause, hesitantly she speaks up. “Do you think Jax could help? Maybe hire her?” She doesn’t want to sound too desperate, she knows Opie and the club already have a lot on their plate.

Opie closes his eyes softly, considering the question. “I’ll talk to Jax, but it’s not up to me” he responds “you think she could handle that?”. Lyla nods slowly, knowing you’ll do whatever it takes. She appreciates his honestly, hoping there’s a slight chance Jax and Nero will agree.

Jax is taking in the fresh air, enjoying a rare moment of quiet before Opie walks up, flipping open his lighter and sparking a cigarette. He takes a long drag before speaking.

“Lyla’s got this friend, names y/n” his tone starting casual. “She’s been dealin’ with a lot, moneys tight and her mom’s not doing too good. She's trying but it ain’t easy, brother”.

Jax takes the cigarette from Opie's hand, before inhaling himself he mutters “you tellin' me this for a reason?” Knowing Opie isn’t one to bring up something unless it mattered.

Opie takes a deep breath. “Lyla's been on my ass about helping her out. Figured I’d ask before she chews my ear off”

Jax smirks “and what can I do about it?” He passes the cigarette back to Opie.

“You got any jobs open at Diosa?” His eyes lay on the ground as he takes another drag.

Jax tilts his head, considering the idea “Lyla think she’d be a good fit?”

“Lyla thinks she just needs a break” he lets out a dry chuckle. “Nice set of tits though” He adds, continuing to laugh.

Jax rubs his jaw, thinking it over. “I’ll talk to Nero, see what we can do” he finally says. “Looking at another woman’s tits” he shakes his head, clicking his tongue in a mocked disapproving tone.

“Appreciate it” Opie nods, flicking his cigarette away.

“No promises” Jax insists, as they head back into the clubhouse.

Jax pulls up to his mom’s house, turning off the engine before stepping inside. Gemma and Nero are standing in the kitchen, coffee in hand. He leans down behind his Mom, pressing a kiss to her head.

“Hey ma” he says softly.

“Hey baby” Gemma says raising her hand to soothe his face.

Moving over to Nero, he pats him on the shoulder as he passes by, taking a seat at the table. “Wassup homes?” He smirks.

“You tell me mano” he says, watching Jax over the rim of his cup. “You look like you about to drop some shit in my lap”.

Jax exhales, rubbing the back of his neck “need a favor” he smirks just a little. “Lylas got a friend. Girls in a tight spot, needs money to help her mom or some shit. Looking for a bit of work. Lyla thinks she might be a good fit at Diosa” he waits for Neros response.

Nero takes a seat, leaning back in the chair. “She got experience?”.

Jax rolls his shoulders, “not sure” he admits. “I don’t have time to meet her myself, clubs got me running shit all over. Think you can handle it?”.

Nero studies Jax, making his own mind up. “And you trust Lyla’s judgment on this?”

“Lyla knows what she’s doing when it comes to the talent, and if she’s not cut out for it, no hard feelings send her packing” Jax smiles “I trust your judgement too” he fiddles with the toothpick in his mouth.

Nero nods, a small breath leaving his nose, like he’s already regretting his decision. He nods anyway “Have her come by tomorrow, I’ll check her out”

“Thank you brother” Jax responds as Nero shakes his head with a chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah” he waves his hand “just don’t make a habit out of it, Diosa ain’t a damn charity”

Jax’s pushes his chair backwards, preparing to stand up. “Tell that to the girls paying your bills”.

Nero just laughs, shaking his head as Jax approaches his Mom. They exchange a few quick words before he leaves her with another kiss, signalling a small nod to Nero and then leaving, back into his own world of chaos.

As you walk into Diosa, your heart is racing, even more than the first time. Knowing you’re actually here to get the ball rolling. The scent of perfume and something sweet fills the air as you try to push your nerves down, the anxiety building in your chest.

Lyla spots you almost immediately, as she leans casually against the bar. “Hey girl, you ready to meet Nero?” Her eyes sparkling with reassurance.

“Hey” you say in response, swallowing your nerves and nodding as you followed her over to where Nero was stood. He was leaning against a wall near the back of the reception room, arms crossed scanning the place with calm authority. That’s when you realise he’s the same guy from the other day who you spoke to when you had first walked in.

As you got closer, Nero’s eyes flickered to you, a small hint of recognition lighting them up. “You… were here the other day right? Waiting for Lyla” you took a steady breath before speaking.

“Yeah that was me…I don’t really know what I’m doing but I’m willing to learn, anything and I’m down” you practically plead.

Nero doesn’t respond straight away, he looks you up and down his expression unreadable. Finally he speaks. “Experience matters here mama…” his eyes soften ”…but having Lyla vouch for you? That means a lot… I’ll give you a shot. You got a week to prove to me how bad you want this… think of it as a you know, a sort of trial run” his eyes smile but his mouth doesn’t move.

“Lyla will show you the ropes and shit” he goes to walk off but turns round suddenly “it ain’t all about sex though mama, you remember that. Some of these men, want connection” he flickers his fingers in the air mimicking fireworks.

You smile at Nero, mouthing a silent ‘thank you’ he gives the smallest nod before turning back to his business, already moving on from the conversation. Lyla rests a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “you got this, okay?” she says as she squeezes you slightly.

Lyla walks you through the dimly lit halls, gesturing to the different rooms as she explains what (or who) goes down in each. “I’ll show you how things work, what the guys expect, what to look out for and all that stuff” and that’s exactly what she does, no sugar coating it either.

“Before we go any further, let’s talk safety” she says, her tone switching to professional. “First rule. You don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, ever! I don’t care how much money they offer or how sweet they talk, if you ain’t feeling it, you say no, got it?” You nod, her tone coming down a notch.

“Second… protection, always. No exceptions. If they try to argue, tell them to take that shit somewhere else, every room has one of these alarms, use it if you need to. Someone will be up straight away” she then hands you a small bag full of condoms. “We keep these stocked, you’ll never run out. Every top drawer will be full of them, make sure they’re wrapped before anything happens” she pauses tilting her head, “you on birth control?”

You laugh, hesitating for a second, all of this feeling a bit surreal before you answer “yeah”, looking through the condom bag, different brands, sizes, styles and color.

“Good. If you ever need anything, pills, a doctor, whatever just come to me okay, no shame, no judgement” she straightens up, “you’ve got a week, I have faith in you sweetie” she says, giving you a sense of hope.

She gives you another small smile, seeing the nerves flow through you. “You won’t be getting down to the good stuff tonight, there’s a room just down there, clothes shoes and everything you’ll need, all different sizes. Find something that suits you, okay?” She says, you’re starting to feel at ease now. “Tonight’s about getting comfortable. We’ll have you mingle a bit, meet some of the girls, chat with the guys keep them happy with conversation while the others handle the rest… how does that sound?” She asks, leaning against the door frame, noting that you don’t look as tense as before.

“I think I’m good” you laugh, taking another deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for tonight.

“Go on then, go find something to wear” she says with a laugh, pointing you to the room a few doors down.

Despite the nerves that held you back in the beginning, as the days go by you were starting to feel much more comfortable in your skin. It hadn’t been easy, but you were beginning to see just how well you were adapting to this new routine. Everyday felt a little smoother, and even though you had your moments of doubt, they weren’t as regular as before.

At first, everything had been a blur of awkwardness, especially your first client. The nerves were overwhelming and the experience was uncomfortable at best. But after that, something shifted. The second client was easier, all tension gone as soon as you found your hidden confidence. By the third, you realised Nero was right, it wasn’t all about sex, this guy just wanted to be listened too, be held as he cried about the dramas he was having with his wife. It was pretty sad actually.

Tonight, as the last day of your week, it was your chance to prove to Nero and the others that you were ready and that you wanted to stick around. There would be no turning back after today.

Jax stepped into Diosa with the rest of the club. It had been a long day, the kind of day that made you want to shut everything else out a lose yourself for a while. Diosa being the perfect place to do that. No questions asked, no drama, just the freedom to let off some pent up steam.

Jax slid onto one of the bar stools, catching the eye of Lyla behind the bar. He gave her a nod, and she waved back. His attention is shifting around the room as the rest of the guys settled in. His eyes finding you immediately.

You’re leant against the furthest side of the bar talking with a few of the other girls you had made friends with this past week. His gaze lingered, drawn to you without even realising why. He leant back on his stool trying to shake the feeling off, it’s a rare thing for him to feel something so quick for a woman he barely knew.

Nero, moving into the stool beside him. “I see you eyeing up the new girl” he laughs, waving one of the other girls attention for a drink.

Jax doesn’t take his eyes off you, watching as you laugh and engage in conversation. He couldn’t explain it but he felt drawn to you. “She new?” He questions.

Nero chuckles “you serious?” His eyebrow twitches “that’s y/n, the one you wanted to help out….” He says shaking his head.

Jax let out a dry laugh, rubbing his face “shit… that’s her?” He remembers the conversation he had with Opie, about Lylas friend needing help, but with him being too wrapped up in club shit he never had the time to actually sit down and meet her himself, passing the task onto Nero, that is until tonight.

Nero's grin grows wider “No shit mano, that’s your employee though can’t keep staring at her like you’re about to eat her alive”

Jax laughs, a yearning look in his eyes. “let’s call it quality control”.

Nero, shaking his head “sure, sure, but you might wanna think twice about sleeping with your workers” he raises his eyebrows.

Jax’s smirk faded just a little as he looks over to you once more, a whole new set of thoughts running through his mind. “Wish me luck” he says, standing from the seat and patting Nero on the back.

“That boy ain’t ever gonna learn” Nero muttered as he watched Jax make his way towards you.

Both you and Lyla are unaware of his approach. He took a moment, sweeping over you, trying to read you. You looked comfortable enough, but he could sense something slight in your posture, the way you carried yourself like you were still deciding if you belonged here.

Lyla clocks him first, smirking as she makes eye contact just over your shoulder. “Look who finally decides to show up, huh” she teases lightly. “y/n, meet Jax Teller. The other half of Diosa” she smiles.

For the first time, your eyes meet, and for a brief moment, the noise of Diosa fades into the background. There was something there. A pull neither of you could explain.

You held his stare, refusing to shrink under the weight of it. Instead, you offer a tender smile. “I just wanted to say... thank you...you know for the opportunity” your words stammering slightly as you try to hold his gaze.

A slow smirk grew from the corners of Jax’s mouth, something unreadable you noticed in his eyes. “No problem...good to finally put a face to the name” He gives you a small nod.

Opie walks up, wrapping his arms around Lyla from behind, whispering something into her ear. Whatever it was made her blush and smile. Opie nodded at you with a friendly smile “Hey y/n”.

He then slaps Jax on the shoulder. “Catch you later brother” Jax smirks in response, knowing exactly what their about to do. With that, Opie and Lyla excuse themselves from the conversation, leaving you and Jax alone, the sudden quiet between you, forcing a conversation.

Jax leans against the bar, getting closer to you now. “So...” he began, his tone smooth and casual “How’s your first few days been?” an edge of curiosity behind his tone.

You turn your whole body to face him now, he takes in what you’re wearing. A lacy black two piece hugging your body, with a long robe, feathers hanging off at the arm sleeves and its base veil, its soft fabric catching the light as you settle in your seat.

“It was... a lot to take in, but I...” you stop mid sentence as you realised what you’d just said, the unintentional innuendo slipping out from your mouth. Jax’s smile beaming, clearly catching on.

“Not... like that” you say quickly, laughing through your embarrassment. "not that it wasnt...but...I'm just gonna stop talking now…" you try to save yourself

Jax’s laugh grows louder, his shoulders dancing up and down with amusement. "It's okay, you ain’t gotta explain yourself” he teased, sensing how flustered you just got.

“So you busy tonight or...” he questions wondering how long he has left to talk to you.

Running your finger over the rim of your glass before drinking it, you begin to respond “Depends…if someone asks for me, then yes, if not then no, I'll just be down here floating around” You let your eyes trace over Jax’s form, a deliberate smile creeping onto your face.

“What about you?…” you ask, treading lightly, your tone low but teasing. “…you got a favorite girl here or...”

Jax’s eyes light up ever so slightly as a grin spreads across his face at your question. He chuckles whilst shaking his head. “I don’t mix business with pleasure” he says softly, as if he’s not entirely letting his guard down, not wanting to give away his mission of the night.

You let out a laugh, clearly not buying his answer. Before you go to question how he eases his tension, a client walks in. You glance at Jax with a mischievous glimmer in your eye. “See ya around…boss” you say, your tone playful, before making your way over to the man.

His gaze sharpens, the faintest hint of jealousy creeping in as he watches you sway towards the new comer. He continues watching intently as your figure moves, the sheer fabric of the robe barely concealing you as the feathers caressing the edge of the lower veil trail behind you. A restless twitch stirs just below his belt, his eyes sharpening as he takes you in. His eyes don’t leave the interaction as he watches you welcome the new client into Diosa.

Jax grits his teeth, his grip tightening around his beer as he watches you intently. His eyes narrow when the man moves in too close. Jax can see now that the man is completely intoxicated, swaying and mumbling things that don’t make sense.

You look left and right, clearly getting uncomfortable now, his breath is heavy and he’s pushing too close, not taking the hint.

Jax groans, pushing off from the bar and striding towards the both of you, every muscle in his body tense with readiness.

“We got a problem?” Jax’s voice is deep, causing the air around them to thicken. Nero, who is currently talking to an employee begins to steal looks almost as if he realises something is off. Chibs doing the same as he’s sitting with a Diosa girl.

You turn to him, thankful of his presence. “He’s too drunk to be in here” you say, looking back at the drunken figure. “I’ve told him hes gotta got but he’s insisting”.

The drunk looks around in your direction “just... s-suck my dick like I asked... you wh...” he hiccups in between words “...you whore”. He sneers, leaning closer again.

Before you can react, Jax is on him. His fist connects with the man’s jaw with a sickening force. He stumbles back, but not for too long. He retaliates, throwing a wild punch that catches Jax in the side of his face. Nero and Chibs appear from nowhere, rushing to break them both apart as the fight escalates.

The others upstairs, completely oblivious, lost in their own worlds of pleasure, as you experience your first down side of working at Diosa.

It doesn’t take long for the dust to settle. Nero throwing the man out, but not before adding a few punches of his own. Jax touches the cut now bleeding from above his eyebrow. His jaw tightens with lingering anger as he notices the blood. Without a word, he turns and walks off into one of the rooms, slamming the door behind him.

Nero gives you a once over, his look full of concern. “You good, Mija?” He rubs your shoulder gently. He’s impressed with how you handled that. No panic, no drama, just calm and collected. Jax though, will be hearing Neros thoughts later.

“Yeah, i’m okay, he was just too much…sorry” you admit, Nero nods in total agreement.

“We’re all about safety mama, don’t apologise. You did the right thing” he lets you know, before walking back over to Chibs.

You hesitate for a moment, the adrenaline still rushing through your veins. As the others continue talking, dissecting what had just gone on, you decide to quietly slip away and check on Jax, easing open the door he just slammed shut.

Jax was sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. His once perfected hair now messy giving him more of a rough edge. His knuckles were raw, and a small trickle of blood ran from a cut just above his eyebrow. He exhaled deeply, lost in thought, but second he noticed you, he straightened. His blue eyes locking onto yours.

“You good?” He asks, his voice steady. Scanning you for any sign of distress.

You scoff just a little, “I should be asking you that” you say, walking further into the room, closing the door behind you.

“You could, but I asked first” he smiled, seeing you approach. You roll your eyes in response, feeling the way your chest tightens as his gaze lingered on you. He looked at you as if you were more than a woman he barely knew.

You don’t respond with words, you were too busy grabbing a paper towel from the nightstand and wetting it with some of the bottled water, the sound of soft rustling coming from the towel seems to fill the room as he tracks you with each step you take.

You kneel down in front of him, parting his legs slightly with your own. You were close to him now, a little too close, but neither of you seemed to mind. Your focus mainly on the cut above his eyebrow, his strong scent hovering around you, sweat, leather and smoke tinged with his personal smell. His hands are resting on the bed beside him, as if he was trying to maintain his composure. You could tell he was hurting but he wasn’t one to make a scene of it.

“Hold still” you mumble, as you dab the towel gently against the cut. His body shifting slightly in response to the pain. His eyes never leaving yours, except for the occasional quick glance down at your chest, so close he could almost feel the heat radiating off you.

“You always this caring for the guys you barely know?” He asks, his voice playful and almost teasing.

“You always checking out the tits of the person patching you up?” You shoot back with a smirk as you continues to clean the blood away from his face.

He falters for a second, a bit of colour rising up his face but he shakes it off just as fast. “Lyla told Ope about your mom, the bills and everything” he studies your reaction “That’s the only reason you’re here? Wanting the job?”

You finish cleaning the cut, then press your hands into his thighs as you push yourself up, the warmth of his skin seeping through his jeans. His eyes linger downwards, watching the way your hands move against him. “I’m not exactly here for the exercise” you laugh, but there’s a hint of something guarded in your voice.

He catches the way your shoulders tense slightly, he doesn’t want to push you any further, he tilts his head, taking you in. But he just can’t help himself. “Can I just ask you one more thing?” His voice is softer now, somewhat sympathetic. He doesn’t wait for you to answer “if you get the job and make enough money, will you quit?”

You pause slightly, giving him a small shrug “that’s the plan, but I’m not sure how long it’ll take for me to make what I need”

“How much we talkin’?” His expression unreadable.

You shake your head inhaling another deep breath “too much to count” you decide to open up a little “I need five grand by the end of the month” you sigh saying the words out loud making it feel even more impossible to achieve it.

He doesn’t say anything, just runs a hand over his jaw, taking in everything you’ve said. The silence making your chest tighten again, so you decide to end the conversation before it gets even deeper.

“You’re all cleaned up” you say, brushing your hands off against each other as you turn towards the door.

His voice stopping you before you reach the handle “where you going?”

You look over your shoulder, “back out there, someone’s gotta be there to welcome them, pour drinks and all that” you laugh, confused as to where exactly he thought you would be going.

“What if I don’t want you to leave yet?” His voice dips lower, a look in his eyes as if his mission is about to succeed.

You turn towards him fully, raising your eyebrow just a little. “Then you’d have to do like the rest…and pay for my company” you smile cockily, your words teasing but clear.

He chuckles, clearly impressed by how easily you slip into the role of the confident woman who knows her worth. With a half smile he goes into his pocket, still not breaking the eye contact. He pulls out a thick roll of cash, tossing it onto the bed next to him with casual confidence. There’s no arrogance in the way that he does it, it’s more of a silent agreement, a sign that he’s more than willing to pay if it means spending more time with you. Your pulse quickens, then as if making a decision that could complicate things, you reach and turn the lock.

You take slow steps back towards him, letting your robe slip off your shoulders and pooling behind you, the motion looking effortless. Jax watches on, his tongue flicking over his lips as the anticipation darkens his gaze. Then, you kneel down once again. Undoing the laces of his airforces, slipping them off one by one.

Your fingers press into the arches of his feet, kneading out the tension that resides there. He exhales deeply, the sound rough and full of relief. “Damn” he mutters under his breath, leaning back onto his elbows as he watches you with his hungry eyes.

You smile in response, your eyes matching his. Working your thumbs over a tight spot before your hands start trailing upwards, slowly and deliberately. His breath hitches, as you reach for his belt buckle, undoing it with ease. You pull back for a moment, standing up straight and extending your hand to Jax with confidence, almost as if you were daring him to join you. He takes your hand in his. His fingers curling around yours as he stands. You kick off your heels, your height declining a little, as he looks down at you with his dominant presence.

You step closer, reaching for his kutte as you slide it off of his broad shoulders, placing it carefully on the back of the chair behind you. He watches you, not a word leaving his lips as you begin to take control of the situation.

A look of appreciation and desire in his eyes. Up until now, you have never allowed yourself to feel anything for any of the clients you’d been with, whether it was sexual or not. You’d kept them locked away. But with Jax, it's something you can’t ignore.

You slowly pull his crisp white tee over his head, revealing his muscular frame, slick with sweat from the events of today. Your fingers trace the ‘Abel’ tattoo on his chest, and he can feel the curiosity in the way you look at it. “my son” he says quietly, his voice carrying a tenderness you haven't heard from him yet. Your hands move lower, brushing over the rough scars left behind from the stabbings just below his ribs, the same thoughtful expression on your face. Without having to say a single word, he answers you. “prison” he mumbles, his voice almost sounding detached, as if its everyday you meet someone with the same scars.

You know nothing about Jax on a personal level, but of course you knew of SAMCRO with Lyla being your only real connection to the club, and that’s enough to keep you aware, but from a safe distance.

Over the past few nights, you’ve learned not to ask questions, not to pry into the lives of your clients but to just go with the flow. And right now, that’s exactly what you intend to do.

You catch your bottom lip between your teeth as you look at him, your hands picking up where they left off. Gripping the waistband of his jeans, you give them a firm tug. He kicks them off without any hesitation. With a slow and deliberate push, you guide him back until he’s bracing himself against the bed. Climbing on top of him, you move upwards, your hands trailing his thighs. You start by pressing messy, open mouthed kisses along his neck, feeling how his body reacts beneath you.

His breath fastens, his hands coming up to touch you in the middle of your back as your lips trail lower. Turning your attention to his boxers, you kiss him over the fabric, letting the tension build as his eyes lock onto you with raw desire. His hips shift beneath you, betraying his need for more. You slide his boxers down, revealing him full as he springs free from the cloth. Your approving eyes meet his, and the way you look at him has him swallowing hard.

Your eyes examine him with admiration, taking in every detail like his dick has been sculpted just for you. He stands thick and ready, his precum catching the light, shimmering under the soft glow from above. Every pulse and twitch letting you know just how ready he is. The moment your lips wrap around him, he sucks in a sharp breath, tensing beneath you. His hands move, not knowing where to place them fighting the urge to grab hold of you, to guide you deeper. You move your head with a slow and steady rhythm, taking your time before your lips finally meet the sensitive skin at his base. The feeling of his shaven pubes brushing against your upper lip. You take all of him whole and he cant hold back any longer. His fingers grip the back of your head, pulling you in closer, leaving you breathless as you struggle for air.

You grunt, as he releases the pressure, finally allowing you to breathe again. A trail of saliva drips from your mouth, falling back onto him. “Fuuuuck” he mutters, his body instinctively arching towards you. You let out a teasing laugh, a proud smile curling on your lips, pleased with yourself for taking him all in at once.

“Come here” he instructs, his voice low and seductive. Sitting up, he gently guides you closer. His fingers curling around your chin as he pulls you into him. His lips crash against yours, both urgent and demanding. He can taste himself lingering on your tongue. Each movement driving you wild, the sensation making your pussy salivate as it begins to drip for him.

Jax looks at you, his voice deep. “You got anything?” You point to the top drawer next to the bed in response. He moves quickly, opening it, his hands focused as he searches.

You watch him closely, your breath catching in your throat at he rolls it down with care, his every movement precise, the tension thickening with every passing second.

As soon as he finishes, he’s on you, grabbing you with a force that takes you by surprise. He lays you down on your back, his body pressing against yours. He can feel the wetness on his thigh as he uses it to guide your legs apart.

“you look so fuckable right now” he says, leaning back on his knees as he prepares to enter. He teases you gently, stroking his cock as he taps it against your wanting clit. Your jaw clenches with eagerness, “Fuck me then”. Jax did not need to be told twice.

He slowly enters you, as you let out an involuntary gasp at the sensation of fullness he’s causing. There's a lot of him to take in. “you good?” he laughs, checking in with you before he continues. When you nod, he increases his pace, his movements becoming more powerful.

You try to form words, to let Jax know he’s doing a good job, but you’re unable to form any, only short breathy pants and moans. Jax has a smug look on his face, enjoying the effect he’s having on you.

“You usually fuck your boss?” he asks, his voice authoritative as he continues to drive into you, his blonde hair grazing against your ear as he nestles his head into your neck.

You grab the back of his head, pulling it so that you make eye contact “Only if they seem worth it” you huff in response.

Jax cant help but laugh, even more turned on by your response. He quickly pulls out, only to turn you around guiding you onto your stomach, facedown. The audacity in your words fuelling his assertiveness. He grabs you by the waist, taking hold of you possessively, firmly forcing you to arch your back into a submissive position. “It’s like that is it? darlin’” his sudden aggression making you even wetter than you once were.

Your face is pressed into the pillow, but you manage to look slightly to the left, sneaking glances at him over your shoulder. His messy hair falls across his face as you watch his eyes roam your body, his expression dark.

He enters you again quickly, watching intensely as your ass crashes against his pelvic bone, sending waves through your skin. His hand reaches over pushing you down further into the pillow, the sound of your bodies meeting sounding like a round of applause.

Together, you move in perfect sync, your bodies working together to bring one another closer towards the edge. The room echoes with a mix of moans and gasps, each sound a testament to the intense pleasure you’re both currently experiencing.

Your hands reach back, spreading your cheeks giving Jax a newer sensation as he pounds in and out of you, he almost cant believe his eyes, how vulnerable you’re being for him. “Good girl” he groans, the slight difference in position making your walls tighten around him.

Jax, the man of many positions, now lies beneath you, the roles reversed. He can’t take his eyes off you. You’re the one in control once again. There’s a way about how he’s looking at you, taking in every moment unable to take his eyes off you. He’s lost in you, the way you look, the way you move, fucking beautiful - inside and out.

You hover above him, just out of reach, teasing him and keeping him wanting more. His hands grip at your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, but you manage to stay in control. Loving the way his breath becomes rough with anticipation. Without warning, you take him in again, slamming down hard and deep.

Another moan leaving his mouth, his whole body tense again as the pleasure takes over. Your fingers glide over his body, as you ride the aftershocks surging through him.

Your hands are at his neck now, your body shielding his. He moves his hands, grabbing you by the ass with one and the other cradling your head in place, keeping you where he needs you, by his actions you can tell he’s used to being in control and taking what he wants.

He lifts his knees up gaining his own balance, his feet digging into the bed before moving his hips furiously underneath you, curving through your walls, each thrust forcing a gasp from your mouth.

“Ja- Jax…fuck…I’m gonna” you confess, unable to actually get the words out.

He smiles at your confession, his grip firm as he continues to hold you in place. Pressing desperate kisses onto your open mouth. “That’s…what I like… to hear” he mumbles, his words getting lost as you whimper into him.

His thrusts are getting slower, more sporadic. He’s close, and he can tell by the way your body trembles above him that you are too. His grip shifts once more. The hand placed on your ass, is now pushing firmly against your lower back, forcing him deeper. The pressuare sends you spiralling, you cry out as your body convulses around him, causing his cock to pump out cum.

He’s panting heavily along with you, his head buried onto your shoulder, his eyes wincing in pleasure. “y/n…fuc-” he pleads into your ear.

You don’t hear him of course you’re too busy wrapped up in your own climax. Your fists balling at the sheets beneath you, your head finding solace in the crevice of Jax’s shoulder. He releases the tension in his body as he throws his head back against the pillow, breathing hard with a satisfied smile on his face. He waits for you to come down and join him.

As the last waves of pleasure fade, you lift your head, meeting Jax’s eyes with a breathless laugh. Your bodies still tangled together, the heat dancing off the both of you.

With a slow movement, you slide off him, removing the condom carefully in the process. You tie it off and toss it into the nearby bin before crashing back down beside him.

Both your chests rise and fall in sync, the silence between you tessellating with satisfaction. Jax turns his head, a full smirk playing at his lips as he watches you, “Think I changed my mind” he admits, lazily resting his hands behind his head.

You raise your brow slightly, your breaths finally in regular rhythm again. “About what?”.

“Think you’re my first favorite” his smirk deepens, as he grabs his cigarettes off the side and lighting one up, the flame flickers, causing a slight glow against his face. You playfully smack his chest before retrieving your scattered clothing and getting them back on.

“Where you goin now?” He questions, a neediness in his voice, but you can tell he’s joking with it.

“What? Did you expect me to stay and cuddle” you respond tying the feathered robe back around your waist.

“Would have been nice” he chuckles, running a hand through his hair before standing up. The cigarette clinging to his lips as he exhales a stream of smoke, taking his time getting dressed as if he had nowhere else to be.

You watch him pull on his clothes, a small curve to your lips. Once he’s finished, you grab his kutte, stepping up behind him and sliding it over his shoulders, putting his pride back where it belonged.

“Thank you” he uttered, adjusting himself. He then spots the rolled up cash on the floor, the same stack he had tossed earlier.

With a lazy bend, he picks it up, handing it to you. Then, without a word, he reaches into his pocket and pulls another roll out, pressing it into your hand. His own hand lingering a little longer than it needed too.

The weight of the cash feels heavier, much more than it should as your fingers tighten around the stacks. A quick mental count tells you it’s close to four thousand, way more than you had expected. You look up at him, your eyes flickering with disbelief.

“Jax?… this is… a lot” you say, shocked but thankful.

Jax shrugs, feeling generous. “It’s a start..,handle what you need to” he says, like it’s nothing.

You stare at the money he had placed in your hand. Between this and what you’d already made this week, you now have enough to cover this months debt, something that less than an hour ago felt impossible.

Jax observes how you accept his help, with a slight tilt of his head he says “See you Monday night” throwing you a wink before you could even say thank you out loud, strolling out like he didn’t just change everything.

Nero glances up as Jax walks over, a knowing look in his eyes. “So… how’d your test run go?”

Jax can’t help but grin in response, flicking his cigarette into the ashtray upon the bar. “She’s got the job” he tells Nero confidently, no doubt about it.

Nero chuckles, a low sound of understanding as he pats Jax on the back “didn’t take you long to make up your mind, eh ese?”

Jax laughs, a low but genuine sound. “What can I say?” he says, throwing his hands up in a dramatic gesture, his shoulders lifting with the movement. “I’m a simple man” the familiar smirk spread across his face.

Photos & gifs are not mine - apart from the one with Jax's booty, had to go find the episode to make that one hehe.

Loved writing this, I know I say this every time lol. Also, sorry it took so long, I initially planned for this to be SO much shorter cause I feel like I may be writing too much? I just get carried away I cant help it lol.

To everyone who's sent a request, I'm not ignoring, I'm just working at them one by one, thank you for ALL! of them I'm excited to do them all, plus you all got some good ideas man I love it!

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Chibs 'Filip' Telford

• Scotch & Screams •

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Clinging desperately to the back of a speeding Ducati, your screams should have been lost in the chaos of Charming.

Chibs Telford can't explain the pull he feels toward you and he finds himself breaking his own rules to discover who you are and why fate seems determined to intertwine your paths.

As the complicated world of SAMCRO threatens to engulf you, one question remains will you run from or straight toward the Scottish biker ?

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Juan Carlos 'Juice' Ortiz

A Charming Detour

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Part 28 🖤 *Tw: canon level racism*

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Happy Lowman

Sugar, Spice & a Little Bit of Vice

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Angel Reyes

Novel Attraction

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SAMCRO vs Sunscreen

Love in Lockdown ❤️‍🔥 18+

No, no needles 🖤

I fuckin' dare you ❤️‍🔥 18+

Gun Cleaning ❤️‍🔥 18+

Thinkin' 🖤

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The Biggest Crush 🥰

I'm fine Scotsman 🥰

Who Ye Are, Love 🥰

Need you girl ❤️‍🔥 18+

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okay shame me but I NEED a smutty piece about jax and female reader meeting up for sex even though they’re both married

hi baby ! sorry for the long wait :( classes have been beating my ass LOL hope you enjoy 🩵

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You feel the muscles in his legs twitch when you slide your palms up his thigh. You reach for him,  gripping his shaft with the right amount of pressure. You lean forward and press your fever - warm lips to the flushed head, as you tease him with kitten licks.

You lap at the base, sliding your tongue flat along the underside until it darts against his slit. Pre-cum leaks from the top, dripping all over your fingers and slipping down your wrist, as you lean forward to lick it off your own skin. 

"Jesus Christ, darlin'." he groans, hips bucking against your chin. His head lolls back, eyes screwed shut, and your fingers cup his sack. 

You relax your throat, taking him as deep as you can. There's his sparse curls tickling your nose. You choke, spit all over your hands and mouth. Tears burn your eyes as he hits the back of your throat, parting your mouth around him. 

"Think Hale knows what you're doing to me right now?" You pause, brow furrowing, hand still stroking fast and tight.

It wasn't the first night you've done this, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. The whole affair is forbidden. it's thrilling. Your husband would blow a gasket if he walked in on you sucking off this outlaw. 

"I'd fuck you in front of him." He grunts and he shoves himself further, watching you strain and struggle. He brushes his thumb across your hollowed cheek. Your thighs are open, he can see how wet you are. You'd be lying if this wasn't making you clench - you want to feel him deep in your belly. 

His hips stutter against your face, hissing sharply when you suction your mouth. It doesn't take long after that. He's pumping his straining cock into your mouth, spurting down your throat and you swallow it all too greedily. 

[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.

[wetpussyju1ce]

for @theeternaloptimistt

original post

Jax Teller x Pregnant!fem reader

suggestive content. +18 mdni

the moment jax finds out reader is pregnant, he'll get his shit together for her n the baby, quickly books doctor appointments, gets her vitamins and anything pregnant women need to stay healthy during the pregnancy. he also gets extra protective and some chemicals in his brain shifts where his sense of danger and threat is heightened, or maybe he's just paranoid, but whatever it is, it makes him lowkey dangerous to be around when it has to do anything with his pregnant wife.

he doesn't tolerate mistakes or slip ups when it comes to her, if she's served a beer or something with raw fish in it. and he made sure everyone in the club knew she was pregnant and to be extra careful around her, is that so hard to understand? 

His behaviour gets worse the more she starts to show, he won't even let her walk in the bar anymore because he doesn't want her to inhale the tobacco in the air, or be around stinky sailor-cursing bikers, no offense or anything. But also he really doesn't like how some men look at his wife while she's round and carrying his baby, he knows she's beautiful, a ray of sunshine, and worst of all, even in pregnancy she glows and looks so adorable, and he's a selfish bastard, so he doesn't want to share her with others. 

The only person who can really pry his pretty wife off his hands is his mum, Gemma, and she's so excited to be a grandma. The moment they broke the news to her, she was over the moon, so excited and happy for her son to become a dad. So, at the earliest convenience, she kidnaps Jax’s wife literally out of their bed, while Jax is all groggy and pissed off, hair sticking in all directions, shirtless and georgous. Gemma is literally dancing in their bedroom, with a glass or orange juice in her hand, “Come on, rise and shine, I'm taking you shopping today!”

Jax’s prettiest girl is confused as she sits up in the bed, “How did you get in?”

“Mum, get out,” Jax is not happy at all, glaring at his mum while sitting up in the bed, making sure the sheets stay above his belly button while his wife accepts the glass of orange juice and drinks the whole thing, “Thanks, Gemma, I was thirsty,”

“You were?” Jax rasps, voice deep from sleep, holding his wife's hand in his, trying to blink the sleep away from his eyes. 

“Hm, I was,” His wife nods and he hums, “I'll get you water bottles to keep in the bedroom at night,”

“Thank you,” She smiles and stretches, he watches her stretch her arms above her bed, arching her back and rolling her neck, he suddenly gets the urge to kiss her silly but remembers his mother was still in their bedroom, “Get out!”

“I will! I'll make breakfast, your favourite, so don't go back to sleep,” Gemma says, holding her hands in the air in surrender and slowly backs out of the room, closing the door behind her. 

“How did she even get in? I locked the door yesterday,” Jax asked, running his hands through his hair. 

“You gave her a spare key in case of emergencies, remember?” She says, getting out of the bed and going over to the windows, cracking one of them open to let in fresh air. 

“Does it look like we're having an emergency?” Jax grumbles, annoyed at being woken up before he wakes up on his own, he was planning to sleep in, spend time with his wife and do some planning for the next months but that's all thrown out of the window now because his mum was too excited to call. 

Jax sighs, his shoulders slumping, then he looks up at his pretty wife, wearing one of his old ratty t-shirts and underwear, the fabric hiding the small bump he knew was there. She stood barefoot on the carpet, the sun shining behind her, looking so soft and cute he wanted nothing more than to drag her back in bed and bury himself inside her until they're satisfied. And with that, he feels tingling in his groin and he's reminded of his morning wood, great.

“Do you want to shower together? I'll take care of you,” She smiles and he wants to scream out of the window about how he's the luckiest bastard in the world. So he quickly gets out of the bed, almost tripping on the sheets making his wife giggle. Then he grabs her by the waist and pinches at her sides, making her squeal and laugh, “Stop! Your mum will hear!” 

Jax sighs, right, they had a guest. 

She immediately notices the change of his demeanour and cups his face, “I know you'll talk to her, set boundaries, she knows better than to do that again.”

Jax covers her hands in his, then turns his head, kissing her palm, “Okay, darling,”

“Okay,” She says and he grabs her hands, takes them down from his face and pulls her in the bathroom.

. 

. 

. 

Jax gets cute aggression the bigger his wife gets, and he's shameless with it too, squeezes her tight in his arms, keeps kissing and squishing her cheeks in his hands, bites her thighs when they're at home and coos at her, talks to her like a baby when they're alone, because he enjoys her annoyed reaction to them, but also because he can't help it! When he especially annoys her, she tells him that she's a grown woman who's pregnant because his dick was inside her, and all he does is laugh loudly. 

He's also sweet and patient when she starts to get quickly tired, when her muscles ache and when her feet get sore, also when she's constantly hot and sweating, and all Jax does is buy her more and more of her favourite soaps, shower gels, lotions and shampoos in her favourite scents to make her feel better about the changes in her body. He still loves her either way, and his dick always gets hard when he looks at her, even if she's sweaty and smelly as she claims, but something primal in his brain only understands that she's pregnant, healthy, and his, and that, he really likes. 

As much as her mood swings give her a hard time, with the changes in her hormones and all, Jax finds himself secretly enjoying them, not in a twisted sick way, but in a “my wife cries and I'm the only one who can comfort her” way.

This happens a few times, where he's busy with club activities while she's hanging out with his mum and the other old ladies, then he gets a call from his mum, saying that his wife is crying, sobbing and is on her way to the club, that they tried to stop her but she left anyways. And the first things Jax asks is; is she alone? how is she coming to the club? is she driving??? 

Before any of his questions are answered, he hears her ask for him and he but leaps out of his chair, leaving the meeting they were having and she's right there, dressed like the prettiest thing in the world, her cheeks tender, her nose runny and her eyes glassy and a bit red from crying. As soon as her eyes land on him, she sobs and he quickly goes to her, gathers her in his arms, making sure not to squeeze her bump between them and shushes her, stroking her back, kissing her wet cheeks and letting her burrow in the crook of his neck. 

He ends up sitting somewhere private with her in his lap, sniffling and hiccuping, and Jax doesn't like to see his baby cry, but then he's not too bothered because she's pregnant and if anything bad happened, Gemma would have told him at least.

So he finally asks when she's less frantic, “Why are you crying, babe?”

She freezes and he frowns, squeezing her thigh once, “Are you alright? You can tell me,”

“You'll think it's stupid,” She whispered and he immediately hugged her to his chest, “I'll never, baby, I promise.”

“It's– I read in a magazine about these orphan baby monkeys-” Her voice catches in her throat and she starts crying again, Jax coos, patting her back through her devastated sobs, “There's so much pollution– The poor babies, they're– They're so tiny-” 

“Here, here, I'm sure they'll get rescued and put in a zoo or something,” He says, a small smile on his lips. 

[puffins-muffins]

💀💀💀 me @ Jax’s bad sex story…. omg I was howling reading that part!! 🤣

ALSO ME AT THESE TWO!! And Jax working up the courage to act on his crush. OH EM GEE!! 😍 I love them.

Bella, I swear, if sis doesn’t end up in Charming throughly fucked out and satisfied by Jax Teller I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!! (just kidding ofc, you’re brilliant and I’ll adore you forever 🥹)

Wrong Number [2/3]

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader Word Count: 5.7k [Jax Fic Masterlist] [Part One] [Part Three]

Warnings/tags: 18+; humor, sexual content/discussions, Jax POV

Summary: Two weeks after accidentally dialing Jax's number by mistake, a surprising friendship formed between you both–along with the possibility of something more.

a/n: The first part of this had so much interest that I decided to add two more parts! Jax needs more humor in his life. Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

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Jax stepped out of his bedroom holding his phone in one hand and his pack of cigarettes and lighter in the other. Squinting at the morning sunlight that filled his hallway with a golden wash of warmth, he began to shuffle barefoot down the length of it. Briefly pausing just outside of Abel’s bedroom, Jax lightly nudged the door open with the hand holding his phone. As it inched open a crack, Jax peered inside and found Abel still fast asleep, safely tucked beneath his blankets. The sight of his son peacefully dreaming had the corners of his lips curving into a contented smile before he continued down the hallway.

The sound of Jax’s soft footsteps were the only noise in the otherwise quiet morning stillness of his house. As he stepped into the kitchen, Jax set his phone and the pack of cigarettes down onto the counter before he padded barefoot over to the coffee machine and turned it on. Afterwards, he opened up a nearby cabinet and reached inside, pulling down a plain black mug before setting it underneath the coffee machine while it began whirring to life. 

Standing beside the counter as he waited for the machine to heat, Jax ran a hand across his tired eyes. He’d had a long night last night at the clubhouse finalizing some things for a new deal with the guys. He'd been grateful that Gemma had watched Abel and put him down to bed last night, keeping an eye on him until Jax could get back home. With how draining the bullshit from the previous night was, he figured it had been his stress that’d woken him up before eight this morning when Abel still hadn’t even risen, otherwise he'd have still been passed out in his own bed.

The light announcing that the coffee machine had reached temperature flicked on, catching Jax’s attention. Setting the machine to brew himself a cup, he leaned a hip against the counter as one hand ran sluggishly through the messy strands of his hair. The remnants of sleep still clung to his mind as the coffee slowly poured out into his mug, the strong aroma steadily filling his kitchen and helping to wake him. Once the machine had finished brewing his cup, Jax set about adding a bit of sugar and creamer into it before mixing the steaming liquid around with a spoon, his mind completely elsewhere this morning. But just as he’d been about to toss the spoon into the kitchen sink, his phone vibrated with a text message farther along the counter. 

Jax paused for a second, the dirtied spoon hovering over the sink as his eyes slid down to where his phone sat. His shoulders sunk with a tired sigh before he dropped the spoon, a soft clink following as it landed in the sink.

With the steaming mug of coffee in his hand, Jax padded along the floor towards his phone and picked it up, entirely expecting to see a text from Opie or Chibs, or maybe even Gemma nagging him about something. But as he unlocked the screen of his phone, a small smile slipped onto his face at the sight of your name on it–which you’d finally given to him about a week ago now. 

It had been just over two weeks since you’d first accidentally rang him up while fleeing Snake Tongue’s apartment, having been intending to get in touch with your friend Megan. The pair of you often texted each other sporadically over the past couple weeks since then. The messages were often just little things like jokes that had begun to form between you two, but sometimes they were about something more serious. Like you confessing to him that you hadn’t had the nerve for another hookup after Snake Tongue, too afraid that things would end in disaster again. 

Jax had come to look forward to your texts whenever they randomly appeared on his phone. They broke up the monotony and stress of his days, offering him something to smile about for once. Even the guys had learned about the mysterious girl who’d been texting him, beginning to tease Jax about the “crush” he had on you. You were the odd girl who’d caught his attention when he still had no idea what you even looked like, though he’d never sent you a photo of himself, either. Neither of you even knew where the other lived. But none of that had mattered, Jax just enjoyed the humor you brought to his usually dark and frustrating days. You’d accidentally become a friend–even if he’d occasionally thought of you in other ways.

Opening up the text you’d just sent him with his free hand, Jax raised his cup of coffee to his lips with the other. He took a small sip, careful not to burn his tongue on the steaming liquid as he read over the brief few lines you’d sent him.

SOS. I caved and tried again. DISASTER. 

Jax chuckled at your typical dramatics, lowering the mug back down to the counter. Even through text, your personality shone through so impossibly loud. But where he might’ve hated dealing with girls at the club being this bold and forthright with him, he always found himself enjoying it from you. 

Judging by the context of your message, it appeared you’d finally had a hookup after the disappointment that had been your last. Unfortunately, this one appeared to have ended up with the same result. Focusing on his phone, Jax began typing up a message in response to your text as that small smile remained on his lips. He could only imagine what story he’d be in for this morning, and he was secretly grateful that Abel was still asleep so he could actually hear it.

What happened??

Jax had just managed to send his text and pull a cigarette out of his pack on the counter before his phone started vibrating repeatedly. He glanced over at the incoming call, slipping the unlit cigarette between his lips. Grinning around it when he saw your name, he knew that he was in for another one of your rants. Jax slid his lighter into the pocket of his sweatpants before grabbing his cup of coffee, making his way towards his back door as he answered the call. He’d only taken one step, not even having an opportunity to say a single word, before you’d already begun speaking in your usual passionate and heated rush.

“I’m having a bad string of luck,” you told Jax, that familiar irritation in your tone keeping him grinning around his cigarette. “I thought I was finally ready for another hookup after Snake Tongue, especially with all of yours’ and Meg’s pep talks, but oh boy was I wrong.”

“Another shitty guy?” Jax questioned, the unlit cigarette still between his lips. With a little effort, he managed to open the back door despite his full hands. “What happened this time, darlin’?”

“I met The Golfer, that’s what happened,” you shot back.

Jax paused just as he stepped out onto his back patio, his brows drawing together in absolute confusion. The Golfer? Was that supposed to mean something? Or was this another one of your weird little nicknames? Jax closed the back door behind himself before making his way over to the small patio table in his backyard, carefully setting down his coffee cup onto it. Slipping the cigarette out of his mouth, he responded as he pulled out his lighter from his pocket.

“The Golfer?” he repeated in confusion. He paused, lighting his cigarette and taking a drag before continuing. “Like you met some country club dipshit or somethin’?”

“No,” you corrected him firmly. “As in that’s what he fuckin’ deserves to be called after the night I had.”

Jax took another drag off of his cigarette, the nicotine hitting him first thing in the morning always a welcome feeling. He could hear the way you’d placed him on speakerphone, the sound of your car door closing telling him that you were leaving somewhere–possibly this Golfer’s place. Maybe your friend Megan’s. Exhaling the smoke from between his lips, Jax pulled out one of the patio chairs and settled down into it, relaxing back in the chair as he stretched his legs out in front of himself. The morning sun felt good on his bare torso as he sat there, a small grin almost permanently stuck to his face as he spoke to you.

“Why? Was he aimin’ for a hole-in-one and swung too wide?” Jax teased back, always enjoying your sense of humor about this shit. “He miss the hole or somethin’?”

He caught the amused breath that passed over the line, his grin growing wider when you’d reacted to his joke. Somehow, your humor always perfectly aligned with his. It was like sitting back and talking to Opie about shitty hookups–if Opie hooked up with dicks instead of chicks.

“Thankfully, no,” you replied. “I don’t even want to know where he’d swing and get a hole if it wasn’t the right one, Jax. Any of the other options would’ve been completely off-limits.”

He chuckled, his eyes on the cigarette in his fingers while he held the phone to his ear with his other hand. “So why the name? Did he misplace his golf club in you or somethin’, sweetheart?”

This time you actually laughed out loud, the pleasant sound causing Jax to relax further back into his chair. He slipped his cigarette back between his lips as the distinct noise of your car starting up came through the background of the call.

“You know what? I’d have probably gotten more satisfaction out of a misplaced golf club,” you told him when you’d caught your breath again. “Would’ve lasted longer than him, too.”

“Shit, sweetheart,” Jax said, leaning forward to grab his coffee mug from the metal table. “How short was this idiot's game?”

“Short,” you answered sharply, clearly still upset. “This two pump chump thought the point of sex was finishing in as few strokes as possible. Hence the name.”

Jax practically choked on the coffee he’d just swallowed down at your comment, sputtering for a moment in his laughter. Goddammit, you never failed to be quick with your insults first thing in the morning, particularly when you were upset. It took a moment before he recovered, readjusting his position in the metal patio chair as he lowered the mug back to the table.

“That’s gotta be an exaggeration, right?” he questioned. “Two pumps? Tell me it wasn’t just two, darlin’.”

“Nope,” you shot back. “Asshole wanted me to suck his dick first, and I was fine with it, figured what the fuck, right?” 

You paused, expelling a long, irate breath over the line. Jax had spoken to you enough over the past couple of weeks to know what was coming next–your heated tangent. Biting his lip, he fought back a smile at your unfortunate situation as he waited for you to finish telling him the story.

“But then he fucking stuck it in, barely fucked me, and then rolled right the fuck over and passed out,” you spat. “And look, I get it, sometimes guys don’t always last long. Dude was drunk, too. But to not even return the favor after I sucked his dick?” You paused, scoffing in annoyance. “That’s just some bullshit. Asshole left me high and dry–with an emphasis on the dry.”

“Oh, c’mon, really?” Jax asked, his brows drawing together in disbelief. “You mean to tell me that you put in the work and he just passed out on you? That's rude as hell, sweetheart. That dipshit shoulda made damn sure you were good after only givin’ you two fuckin’ pumps.” Looking down at the lit cigarette still between his fingers, he remembered the last failed hookup you’d had and how that guy had gotten his nickname from you. “I’m guessin’ this Golfer was another dumbass who thought clits were a myth, too, yeah?”

A sharp, humorless laugh met his comment almost immediately. Jax chuckled at the sound as he slipped the cigarette between his lips, taking another drag. You were definitely left unsatisfied this morning, he could tell by how riled up you sounded on the other end of the call.

“Pretty sure his ass didn’t even know clits exist,” you retorted. 

Blowing out a trail of smoke, Jax crossed his ankles, focusing on his bare feet warming in the morning sun. “Might wanna be careful with your next hookup,” he teasingly warned. “At this rate, he might think your g-spot is on the roof of your mouth. Or in your damn armpit.”

A loud bark of laughter rang out over the line, the sound keeping the smile on his face. You were always so fucking easy to talk to about this shit. The thought of talking about sex with any of the girls at the clubhouse or Redwoody made him want to slam his head in a door, but with you it was enjoyable. Fun, even. 

“Please do not put that into the universe on me, Jax,” you begged, a smile clear in your voice. There was a small sigh before your tone shifted to something somber. “I’m beginning to think Snake Tongue worked some hex onto me with his little tongue flick thing. Now I'm just cursed to have shitty sex.”

Jax picked up his coffee mug from the patio table again, bringing it towards his lips as he spoke. “Least none of the dumbasses you’ve picked up have mistaken your belly button for the hole they were looking for or somethin’.”

“Ahh, yes. The dual purpose of a woman’s belly button,” you replied sarcastically, the sound of your car’s blinker in the background. “Ugh, I’m pretty sure with my luck, I would find the one guy around here clueless enough to think it was just another hole to fuck.”

Shaking his head, the cup of coffee still hovered in front of his mouth. “Y'know, I'm supposed to be offering you sympathy,” he began, still grinning, “but you’re the one over here offerin’ me an entire comedy routine this morning, sweetheart.”

“Well, at least someone is enjoying my sex life,” you countered bitterly. “Because I sure as shit am not.”

There was another soft, defeated sigh that Jax picked up on as he took a drink from his mug. Swallowing the warm liquid down, he did actually find himself sympathizing with you. He remembered how you’d been hesitant at the idea of another hookup for the past few weeks, not wanting to wind up disappointed again after putting yourself out there. Yet here you were in the same situation you’d been hoping to avoid anyway. Placing his mug back on the patio table, he contemplated offering to assist you over the phone once more like he'd offered that time after Snake Tongue, but you’d begun speaking again before he could finish considering the idea.

“Help me out here then,” you pleaded. “If you’re trying to offer me some sympathy, do you have any shitty sexual encounters you can share with me? To make me feel less alone in my misery?”

“Shitty sexual encounters?” he repeated, his head tilting to the side as he ran a finger over the filter of his mostly-spent cigarette. “You mean like, have I had bad sex before?”

“Well,” you corrected, “more like have you been with girls that did weird shit? You got a horrible blow job story or something you’re willing to share?”

Jax sat back in his chair for a moment, a thoughtful hum vibrating in his throat as he thought. He'd definitely had some disappointing sex in his time–it was unavoidable with the amount of sex he'd had over the years. And considering almost all of the times that he’d had sex, him and the girls he’d been with were either tipsy or totally wasted, so he'd absolutely experienced some pretty unsatisfying partners and terrible blow jobs in the past. Some girls clearly had no idea what the fuck they were even doing, and there'd even been a few he could recall that had been far too overeager in their attempts to please him and had instead managed to do the opposite. But after a moment, one night in particular returned to the forefront of his mind and he knew it was the story you'd appreciate most. The guys had certainly been amused by it back then.

“Can't lie, I've had some bad sex and even worse blow jobs,” he admitted. “But…there was one girl who was the weirdest of them all.”

“Oh?” you asked, perking up in interest. “A weird girl, huh? Jax, my man, please elaborate on that. How was she weird? What’d she do?”

Jax took a final drag off of his cigarette, holding it in for a second before he eventually expelled the smoke between his lips. Leaning forward, he stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray tray on his patio table before glancing over his shoulder at the window on his back door. He noticed how quiet and still it was inside his house, meaning Abel was clearly still asleep and that he had time to sit here and continue enjoying this conversation with you.

“Alright, alright,” he conceded, preparing to share his story as he got comfortable in his chair again. “Think it was a few years ago that I met this girl at the clubhouse.”

“At one of your motorcycle club parties?” you asked curiously.

“Yeah,” Jax replied. Picking up his mug of coffee, he took another drink before lowering the cup to rest on his thigh. “We were flirting for a few minutes and she was hot, so obviously I brought her back to my room there.”

“Obviously,” you agreed.

A smile slipped onto his face as Jax looked down at the half-empty mug of coffee in his lap. As he heard you killing the engine of your car on the other end of the line, he couldn't help but appreciate just how easy it always was to talk to you. Even if he was talking about sleeping with some other girl. He was used to the girls at the clubhouse or Redwoody often vying for his attention and getting jealous if someone else had it. But here you were just intently listening to him tell you this story about him fucking someone else.

“Things were goin’ good,” Jax continued, the smile lingering on his lips. “But then we were in the middle of shit, y'know? And I'm just focused on what I'm doin’ until outta fuckin’ nowhere she just makes this…noise.”

The sound of shuffling over the phone followed his pause and Jax assumed you'd reached wherever you'd been driving–your apartment most likely. After a second, the shuffling stopped and your voice came through the call sounding as if you'd taken your phone off of speakerphone.

“You've got me in suspense here, Jax. A noise?” you questioned. “What kind of noise? Like she was moaning oddly? Crying? What?”

“No, darlin’,” Jax continued, recalling the weird encounter the more he thought about it. “Not moaning, this girl was full on bleating like a goddamn baby deer.”

“What?” 

Jax couldn't stop the laugh that spilled out of him at how stunned you'd sounded as just that one word flew so incredulously out of you. He had a feeling this story would make you feel better about your past two shitty hookups.

“She fuckin’ bleated,” he repeated. “Like a damn baby deer callin’ for its mom in the middle of me fuckin’ her.”

A laugh bubbled out of you next, loud and unrestrained. The sound of it had Jax laughing a little himself as he hooked a foot around the leg of another patio chair before drawing it over to himself. He kicked his bare feet up onto it and relaxed even further, taking another sip of coffee as he waited for your laughter to subside.

“Holy shit,” you breathed out, clearly trying to control your laughter. “So you fucked Bambi?”

Not expecting that, Jax practically spat his coffee back out, some of it dribbling out of his mouth and back into the mug as he snorted at your question. Because why wouldn't you have a damn name for the weird girl who bleated during sex already? 

“Christ, sweetheart,” he said, pausing to wipe his mouth off with the back of his hand. “Bambi? Really?”

“Well it obviously fits her,” you stated matter-of-factly.

Jax shook his head at you even though he knew you couldn't see him over the phone. In the background on your end, it sounded as if you'd opened a door, his ears catching the faintest sigh of relief from you. You must’ve gotten back to your apartment–whereever that was.

“But now you know I have to ask,” you continued. “Did you finish?”

Jax huffed in response to your question. How could you not know the answer to that already?

“Finish? With the girl who turned into a woodland creature during sex?” Jax asked you in complete disbelief. “Of course I didn't fuckin’ finish, sweetheart. Didn't matter how many beers deep I was that night, I'm not exactly into feeling like I'm in the middle of some National Geographic documentary while I’m trying to get off.”

“I had to ask,” you explained, fighting back a laugh. “I think guys can ignore quite a lot just to get laid.”

“Yeah, sure,” he agreed easily. “But I can't exactly ignore Bambi bleating for her mom when I'm balls deep,” Jax countered. “That shit kinda kills the mood.” 

A snort of laughter met the comment and Jax smirked at how cute it was, always proud of himself whenever he got you to laugh. Running a hand absently through his still sleep-mussed hair, he expelled a rough breath.

“That whole thing turned me off of sex for almost a week,” he confessed. “And if you knew me back then, you’d know that was sayin’ something.”

“So how'd you get out of the whole situation?” you asked curiously. 

Hand falling back to the coffee cup balanced on his lap, one of his fingers ran around the rim of the ceramic mug as a soft huff left him. “Just fucking stopped mid-thrust and gave her a look before I pulled outta her,” he told you. “Started puttin’ my clothes on before making up some fucking excuse. I couldn't stay hard with that shit, there was no way I was continuing.”

“Poor Bambi,” you muttered over the line. “Though…makes me wonder what would've happened if she'd reached orgasm.”

“Shit, I don't wanna know,” Jax replied, raising the mug back up to his mouth as he thought about that girl. “Probably woulda sprouted antlers and pranced outta my room after.”

Another quiet amused snort met his comment as he took a drink of his coffee. That had certainly been one of the weirdest and worst encounters he'd had with a woman. The guys had loved that story, though. The impression Tig did of the bleating still lived on in Jax’s memory.

“So,” he began, letting his head fall back against the metal backing of the patio chair. “That help you feel any better about your string of bad luck?”

“Weirdly enough, yes,” you answered him. “At least I'm not alone in having found weird partners. And I can’t say I’ve had a man bleat at me while he fucked me. So there’s that, I guess.”

At the sound of your frustrated exhale, Jax knew the answer to his question before he even asked it.

“But just like Snake Tongue, The Golfer left you with a problem to take care of, right?” 

“Yes,” you begrudgingly admitted. “Honestly, I should just stick with my vibrator at this point. At least it never disappoints me.”

“Y'know…” Jax began, pausing and chewing his bottom lip as he considered the offer that had resurfaced in his mind a bit ago. “I still got nothing against helping you out over the phone, darlin’. I do actually know how to please a woman.”

“Jax, dude,” you spoke lightly, a smile noticeable in the tone of your voice again. “I appreciate the offer, but with my luck? You'd probably start speaking in tongues the second you started. And besides, if I'm being honest? All I really want right now is a good dicking, which is apparently asking for too much, and impossible to get through a phone.”

Jax's eyes slowly closed as you rejected his offer for a second time, ignoring the tinge of disappointment that hit him at your polite refusal. But he couldn't exactly fault you for it, especially not with how your two previous sexual encounters had turned out. But hearing that trace of frustration in your voice over the phone only made him want to help you out that much more. He’d be lying if he said that he hadn’t tried imaging your voice doing more than just making jokes and laughing in the time since he’d first spoken to you.

“I get that,” he answered. “You want what you want, can’t blame you for that.”

Pausing, Jax sat in the chair as the sun warmed his bare chest, his eyes still closed as he contemplated finally asking you the question that had been on his mind for weeks. He’d typed it out in text a handful of times before erasing it each time, deciding against even trying to find out. He’d been afraid that the finality of your answer would crush him if it wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

But he found himself unable to refrain from asking any longer. 

“If you're alright with answering me, I've been wondering somethin’ for a while now,” Jax began, the words finally just falling out of him. “Don’t feel obligated to answer, but where exactly do you live, darlin’? Just outta curiosity.”

His question was met with silence over the line, something that hadn’t surprised him. He expected you to draw the line at telling him that–he was still ultimately a stranger to you, and he had confessed that he was in a motorcycle club the other week. Wanting to keep your location private wouldn’t have come as a shock.

“Well, I wasn't expecting that abrupt shift in topic,” you told him. “But I live in California. What about you?”

Jax's eyes snapped open at your answer. California? You lived in the same state? He'd spent weeks trying to convince himself that the likelihood of you living anywhere nearby was slim, but now that he’d heard you lived in the same damn state as him, he felt that flicker of hope returning. 

“I’m in Northern California,” he answered. 

“No shit?” you asked in surprise. “Same here.”

Pushing himself more upright in the metal patio chair, Jax lowered his feet back to the cement patio before leaning over and setting his almost empty mug of coffee back down onto the table. If both of you lived in Northern California, what were the odds that you lived somewhere close enough for the two of you to possibly meet? Assuming you’d even be open to that.

“No bullshit, sweetheart. I'm out in Charming,” he informed you.

“Okay, I'll admit, I don't really know where that is,” you said slowly. “But I'm in Sacramento.”

Jax’s hand tightened around the phone he’d been holding to his ear for the past twenty minutes that he’d been on it with you. Sacramento was a little over forty miles from Charming. Not even a full hour away from his small hometown. You were literally within his reach, not all the way in fucking Florida like he’d been trying to convince himself this whole time.

“Sacramento?” he repeated. “That’s–that’s not even an hour away from Charming. You live a hell of a lot closer than I thought.”

“Small ass world,” you murmured over the line, still sounding just as surprised.

Jax’s mind began to race as he sat in his chair, one hand running back and forth across his jaw, his facial hair scratching the pads of his fingers. There really was no other way for him to ask you what he was now tempted to, he’d just have to outright ask it. And he knew that if he didn’t, he’d kick himself for it later. You both got along so damn well, he’d never enjoyed just talking to a girl before he’d accidentally met you. He knew he had to at least see what your answer would be, even if it was another polite rejection.

“Knowing that you live so close has me thinkin’ something,” he confessed, his voice dropping lower as he continued. “That maybe, if you were up for it, you could come out to Charming sometime. To one of the clubhouse parties. We could meet in person. Hangout. Drink.” His tongue slipped out just at the thought of what he already wanted to do as it ran over the length of his bottom lip, the corner of it curling into a smirk. “And maybe if we get along as well in person, I could…break that bad luck streak of yours, darlin’.”

Another long pause met his suggestion. Jax sat there, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he waited for you to respond with something, either to yell at him like he was insane or to accept the offer. Even though he was aware of just how ridiculously crazy the suggestion sounded. Eventually, he caught the long exhale of breath from your end of the phone and one of his brows curiously arched up as he waited in suspense.

“You…want me to come out to Charming?” you asked hesitantly. “To hangout and drink and possibly fuck you?” There was a soft laugh before you continued. “Did I just hear that right?”

A chuckle rumbled out of him. Yeah, he supposed he’d quite literally just asked you to come out to his town and drink with him, and if you both found each other attractive, to let him fuck you. 

“Yeah,” he answered boldly, not denying it. “You heard me right. Come hangout with me sometime. See if we have as much fun in person. And if we’re both feeling it, I’ll break your little curse. Leave you so satisfied your smartass won’t be able to make a nickname for me afterwards.”

He grinned at the sound of your laugh, a warmth unrelated to the sunshine spreading through his chest. He found himself still gripping the phone tight in his hand, desperately hoping you’d say yes to the offer. Even if he wasn’t attracted to you in person, or somehow you weren’t attracted to him, he had a feeling throwing back some drinks with you would still be a worthwhile way to spend an evening. 

“You know what?” you told him. “I’ll think about it. I just want to make sure that this isn’t how I end up on a missing person’s poster, alright?”

“Understandable, I am still some guy you don’t know that well,” he agreed. “No hard feelings on that. But I can promise you I ain’t gonna hurt you, for what it’s worth. Not gonna force you to do anything you don’t wanna. It’s just…been fun as hell talkin’ to you these past couple of weeks.”

“I’ll think about it,” you promised him. “It’s not like you’ve been talking to me these past few weeks trying to get personal information out of me like my social security or something. And you didn’t know where I lived until a minute ago. So…I suppose you don’t seem to have any ill intentions.” You hesitated a moment before continuing to explain yourself–not that you needed to, he understood your position. “But I am still a girl you’re asking to come out to some motorcycle club about an hour from my place to meet you, and I know I’ve done some wild shit before, but that might take the prize for potentially the most stupid.”

“Yeah, I get it,” he replied. “And I’m not gonna sit here and try to talk you into coming out. Just know the offer is there, alright? But I absolutely mean it when I say you’d be safe here, darlin’. Nothin’ would happen to you, you have my word. For whatever that’s worth to you.”

There was another long pause where Jax sat completely still in his chair, feeling like he wasn’t even breathing as he waited to hear what you’d say to that. He was surprised at how badly he found himself wanting you to say yes to the idea.

“How about this,” you began, speaking slowly, “you let me know when there’s some big party coming up next, and I’ll give you an answer then? That gives me some time to think about it first.”

A triumphant smile spread across his face as he settled back into his seat. That wasn’t an outright no, at least. There was still a possibility that you’d say yes whenever there was a party. A chance where he could meet you in person and actually properly meet the woman he couldn’t get out of his fucking head lately.

“Sounds good to me, sweetheart,” he answered. “I’ll shoot you a text when there’s another party coming up, alright?”

“Okay,” you agreed. “But for now, I think it’s time I go resolve the issue that The Golfer left me with so that I can get on with the rest of my day.”

“Yeah, you go do that.” Jax bit his lip, fighting back more of those inappropriate thoughts he’d been having about you. “Maybe I’ll see you sometime then.”

“Maybe,” you replied. “Later, Jax.”

He said his goodbye before ending the call, tossing his phone onto the patio table beside his almost empty cup of coffee. Eyes still lingering on the device, a small smile remained on his lips. You were out there somewhere less than an hour away in Sacramento right now, probably about to go look for your vibrator to get yourself off. But maybe, just maybe, he might be the one getting you to fall apart for him in his own bed soon. 

He just needed you to come out to Charming.

[babyybrii]

Outlaw Hands

Summary: You don’t even make it past the garage door before Jax has you bent over the seat of his bike, your cheek pressed to the cool leather as his hands roam up the backs of your thighs.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, garage sex, dirty talk

He doesn’t even bother taking your panties off, just shoves them to the side before wrapping his hand around the back of your neck and shoving you over his bike, arching your back into him. You hear the jingle of his belt as he takes his pants off, biting your lip in anticipation as you feel him line his cock up between your legs.

He shoves himself inside of you—roughly—and you gasp, hands gripping the edge of his leather seat. He groans as he slips inside your wet, tight cunt—head spinning. You whimper when his hand tightens around the back of your throat, arching your back further into him and using your hands to brace yourself against his bike.

“Fuck, baby.” He pants out between thrusts, voice dark and rough, “Just had to have you. Don’t care if we’re closed or not.”

You would have cringed at the reminder if he wasn’t fucking you so good; the two of you weren’t alone at TM. Tig and Chibs were just outside the parking lot before Jax pulled you away, and you’re sure Gemma is lurking around the office somewhere. Any one of them could walk in at any moment.

But you don’t care. And he clearly doesn’t mind either.

His hand slides from your neck down your spine, thumb pressing into the dip of your back as he thrusts harder. The leather squeaks under your palms every time he slams into you, the smell of oil and sweat and him so thick in the air it makes you dizzy.

“You feel that?” he growls, voice low in your ear. “Feel how fuckin’ wet you are for me? Can’t even pretend you don’t love this.”

You try to shake your head, some last flicker of embarrassment, but he just laughs—rough and mean—and drags his cock out slow before snapping his hips back into you so hard your knees almost buckle.

“That’s it, baby—fuck—take all of me.” He groans, burying himself as deep as he can while you shudder around him, your nails digging into the leather. “Mine. You hear me?”

You nod to the best of your ability, choking out a weak “yours” while swearing to yourself you can feel him in your stomach.

His hand comes up to fist in your hair, tugging your head back so your mouth falls open in a helpless gasp. Every thrust punches another broken little sound out of your throat.

“That’s my girl,” he growls, voice dark and raw, hips snapping forward with bruising force. “Taking me so fuckin’ good. Bet you’d let me keep you right here all day—stuffed full of my cock, lettin’ everyone hear how pretty you sound when you come.”

Heat coils tight in your belly, every nerve lit up. You try to answer, but it’s just a strangled moan as he slams into you again, harder, deeper.

“Come on,” he pants, lips brushing your ear. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel it.”

It only takes one more rough thrust, the head of his cock dragging against that spongy spot inside you, and your vision goes white. You cry out, shaking, your orgasm crashing over you so hard you nearly collapse over the bike.

Jax doesn’t stop. He grits out a curse and slams into you one last time, holding himself deep as he spills inside you, hips jerking with each pulse. You feel every hot, possessive throb of it.

For a moment, neither of you moves—just breathing hard, clinging to each other. Then his palm smooths over your back, voice softer as he leans down to press a kiss to your temple.

“Fuck,” he murmurs against your skin. “You’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me.”

[ravennaortiz]

Please point me towards full SOA fics, I beg 😫. I MISS them and the Fandom.

I would love to!

These are just some of my fave stories( its so hard to choose cause i love them all) from each of these lovely writers in no particular order! I highly recommend checking out each of their masterlists! Some also have stories they are currently working on that are just as great as the completed pieces! Side note if I may suggest checking out the Mayans Fics/Fandom cause there is amazing writers and stories there too!

His Anchor-by @darqchilddaydreamz . Her Hoodie series is also amazing!

Stay Put and Shooting Stars by @drabbles-mc

Flower Crowns by @mysticalmallard

The Prospect of Affection and Different Kind of Knight by @withmyteeth

The Canvas Series and Worship At Your Alter by @bullet-prooflove

Love Me Like You Do by @mischiefnevermanaged89-blog

Marked and Love In the Rain by @etclouie

Skin and Bones by @samcrosfaith

Face the Consquences by @dallianceangel

The Flannel Stays On by @persephone411

What Lovers Do by @puffins-muffins

Under His Kutte and Flat to Filled by @laurfilijames

Chalk Drawings and Charming Life by @garbinge

Sundress by @violentdelightsandviolentends

My Dove by @kdogreads

Haunted by @juancarlos-ortiz

Bad Girlfriend and Rekindle by @marvelous-slut

Kuttes and Bruises by @secretlysamcro

Too Drunk To Fuck by @mystra-midnight

Your Mine by @cregansgf

Cooling Down by @little-horror-smut

Riding Home for Christmas by @berberriescorner

All Eyes on You by @rayslittlekitten

The Know How by @spaghettificationandpretzels

I hope this helps! These were all my brain could think of at the moment!

Love, R!

[undiscovered-horizon]

"Hypothetically speaking" - Juice Ortiz x Reader

SUMMARY: It's basic etiquette to not try your luck with a friend's girl. But when that friends seems to have no respect for the girl, perhaps it's basic etiquette to give her the affection she deserves.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 3k

Truthfully, everyone knew it wasn't going to work out - everyone except for you. Whether you are too pure or delusional, the thought never even occured to you, while the other members of the motorcycle club knew the bitter end the moment they saw you. At first, none of them thought much of it. That's just how Jax Teller rolled, there is nothing new in that matter. It was the subsequent weeks that made them dread the inevitable:

Jax brought you around the clubhouse to help out with the accounting, housekeeping or party-throwing. Usually, you were holding a pan, a broom or a pen in your hand. Or certain other things whenever Jax needed tending to his more carnal desires.

Nonetheless, the other Sons have gotten to know you personally and it was that new friendship that bore dread in their chests. You seemed to have a curious talent for making people feel seen. Even the smallest of details never escaped your attention. Refilling the bar for the night, you'd always find time to ask Happy about his mother's health and how he was holding up. Chibs and Tig have come to expect you to ask them about their children. Their answers rarely changed and so did yours: 'I'm sure they're thinking about you.' The biggest surprise came from the prospects as they had grown accustomed to everyone pushing them around and yelling at them. So when you'd ask them whether they were hungry, at first they were sure it was some kind of a test or a ruse.

For Juice, those little signs of a soft heart were nails in his coffin. Whenever he was spending several hours in front of the computer, you'd appear with a drink and a small snack. On top of that, you always made it seem like these small acts of service are something obvious - it would be entirely strange to not care for others simply because you can. Usually, your presence would slow down his progress as Juice was willing to exchange his worktime for a conversation with you. As desperate as it may sound, he came to the conclusion that his job will still be there in twenty minutes but you will be gone the moment Jax enters the clubhouse and takes you away. Sometimes he wondered if he had Teller's charisma, would you give him a chance? Considering you were seeing his friend, he never planned on acting on his feelings. Even the thought made him cringe: fantasizing about fellow member's girl? That's a rather large 'no-go'.

As usual, the dread settled in the men's chests when you entered the clubhouse. Then, it grew ten sizes as they all silently realised that the inevitable was about to play out in front of their hungover eyes. You passed the threshold in a somewhat hesitant manner like you always did, unsure whether you're interrupting something or are even wanted there. Bobby, Tig and Chibs greet you but they're unable to hide a strange sadness to them. None the wiser, you chalk up their lack of humour to the aftermath of a night filled with vices.

The clubhouse is a temporary ruin. Bottles and glasses are scattered across all flat surfaces. One of the tables is slanted, missing one of its legs. A few pairs of bright-coloured underwear are lying here and there. Something tells you that yesterday you missed a truly historic night of fun.

"Is Jax around?" you ask. The men exchange a meaningful gaze but it goes unnoticed by you. "He left his shirt at mine yesterday afternoon, I was hoping to return it."

Tig's face cringes. There's a sorry look in his eyes. "Sweetheart-"

"He just left, actually," Bobby interjects. "Don't know when he'll be back."

You look between them, beginning to sense tension. "Alright," you answer, unsure what to make of the situation. "Then I'll just leave it in the dorm room."

Their silence makes you wary like there's a piece of information that you're missing while it's fairly obvious to others; something hidden in plain sight. You walk past them, when Tig's conscience puts up a fight once more. He makes a step towards you, hoping to stop the disaster about to unfold. Chibs, however, grabs his arm before the man can realise his plan.

"He's made his bed, brother," the Scotsman says in a low voice lest you hear their conversation.

"Come on, man," Trager answers with a look of disbelief on his face. "She doesn't deserve that."

"Aye, she doesn't." The man nods. His stern expression reveals that he, too, is more than unhappy with the unfolding events. "But it's already happened."

Juice is either really lucky or terribly unlucky to be walking down the corridor at the same time as you. His lips widen in a smile and he's about to call out to you, when he notices the white t-shirt in your hand. In a split second of considering his selfishness and your feelings, Juice decided to act against his own interest. He picks up his pace and manages to block the dorm room door just as you were about to put your hand on the handle.

"You really don't want to go in there. Trust me." Juice is trying his best to sound like he's joking but he's not a good liar - especially when you're the one he's attempting to deceive. True feelings are slipping through the cracks and you notice his nervousness.

"What do you mean?" you ask. The weirdness of the guys' behaviour that day is putting you on edge. What on Earth is going on? "It's not like there's a biological warfare behind that door."

Two laughing voices are audible from inside the room: one belongs to Jax, the other probably to a woman. Something stirs inside you, anxious and dreadful but you push it further down. No need to get upset before you get all the facts, right?

"See? Everything's fine," you say to Juice, although the reassurance is really for yourself.

The door swings open with a slight moan of the hinges. Then, as you take in the scene before you, it feels like time has slowed to a halt. Jax is sitting on the edge of the bed, scandily clad in the thin bedsheets. Maybe he covered himself when he heard the door open or he wasn't planning on getting up just yet. In the bathroom doorway stands Ima, dressed in a rather tacky purple lingerie - the cheap kind that desperately tries to have some semblance of luxury. Had the situation been less agitating, maybe you'd think that it's a fitting piece of garment for a woman of her sort.

It's hard to say whether it's the shock or resilience but you manage to keep yourself whole. The last thing you're going to do is cause a scene.

"Brought your shirt." You disturb the akward silence. Jax's expression is unreadable but Ima appears rather amused - there's a sly grin on her face. Her quiet snickering makes tears pool in your eyes. "Thought you might want it back."

Wanting to evacuate as fast as you can, you lay the t-shirt on the dresser by the door and turn around to leave the room. Juice hesitantly whispers your name as you brush past him but you can only muster a quiet apology.

Jax, suddenly realising the consequences of yesterday's impulsiveness, hastily puts on a pair of pants. He keeps yelling your name, begging you to stop and let him talk to you properly but you don't give in. Running out of the dorm room, he's stopped by Juice, who grabs his arm.

"I think you've done enough, man," Ortiz states in an angered tone.

For a moment, the two of them stare each other down in silence. The tension feels like a forest fire - one moment of carelessness might lead to a true disaster.

Both men are aware of the other's affections. It is only now that they admit this knowledge.

"You need to back off," Jax whispers. Juice is disillusioned that the Vice President would have no inhibitions in caving his face in.

But lovers oh-so-frequently tend to grow just a little unwise the more they love. Perhaps that has made all the difference on that dreadful morning.

"No," Juice says while shaking his head, "I think I should go after the crying girl who just saw her boyfriend naked in a bed with someone else."

"That's not your concern."

Looking over the blond's shoulder, Juice catches Ima's malicious amusement. She knew exactly what she was doing and not for a moment did she feel bad about it. When he looks at Jax again, his dark eyes carry more contempt than anger. "Apparently, she's not your concern either."

Before the young Teller can continue their argument, Ortiz is running down the hallway. Bobby, Chibs and Tig ask him something but he only gives them a disinterested 'later' and continues his search for you.

Despite the perfect view of the parking lot from the rooftop, you didn't notice Juice approaching you. Only when you heard the rattling of the ladder did a wave of shame flood your mind. You didn't want anyone seeing you like this, especially people of formidable grit. Some part of you dreaded being considered weak. If you were just a little more honest with yourself, maybe you'd realise that what you were truly afraid of, was the outside confirmation of what you'd already believed about yourself - too weak, too emotional to ever fit in this life.

The shame, however, seems to evaporate the moment you see Juice's apologetic expression. He always had a strange air about him, an aura you couldn't quite explain. Something about the man makes you think that you could tell him the most asinine or embarrassing thing and he would never think less of you.

With a hesitant, quiet 'hey', Juice sits down next to you. Despite his own desires, he leaves a gap between the two of you. His eyes keep switching between looking at his fiddling hands or the side of your face as though he's unsure what's the correct course of action.

"I'm stupid, aren't I?" you finally speak up. Turning your head to look at Juice, you notice a sudden change in his expression - for some reason, he looks like he's about to burst into tears, too. "Believing that he would settle for me?"

There's so much he wants to say. An entire monologue is prickling at his tongue. You'd be the one settling for him, not the other way around. Never. But Juice manages to keep those thoughts to himself for now as they are not what you need to hear at this moment. Maybe, just maybe, one day he'll get to show you that whoever you decide to marry, no matter how noble or rich, you will be the one settling for them.

"There's only one stupid person in this situation and it's not you," he says in a serious yet gentle tone. "Okay, maybe three stupid people."

Despite his resolve, Juice is only a man and he, too, must break at some point. His hand fearfully reaches for your cheek. When you don't pull away, he hesitantly wipes away a tear rolling down your face.

"Three?" you ask in a quiet voice.

"Jax is one, for obvious reasons." With the back of his hand, Juice wipes away the other side of your face. "Ima is two. And the third... is me."

Confused, you furrow your eyebrows. "You? You're not stupid, Juice. Why would you say that?"

"I'm the king of stupid, actually." He lets out an airy, bitter chuckle. Suddenly feeling small, he retracts his arm. "I just tried to cover for my dick friend, so the girl I'm in love with doesn't get her heart broken. Extra stupid points for running after her like a lost puppy that just wants to make her happy."

"That sounds more lovely than stupid," you manage to whisper before another wave of emotions wreaks havoc. Tears stream down your face again but this time it's not only the bad feelings - there's something nice among them, too. A sense of relief and belonging; an overwhelming realisation that you're loved as a person and not only as a woman.

He doesn't complain or lecture you. Neither does he attempt empty words of comfort and encouragement. Juice doesn't know what he should say, so he settles for silence. However, his quietness speaks volumes. With a soft expression on his face, he keeps wiping your tears away.

"What do I do now, Juice?"

"Whatever you want," he answers with a strange lightness to his voice. It appears that his response is not something carefully woven but rather a cliché.

You sniffle loudly and although there's nothing attractive about that, it's candid. In Juice's eyes, it only makes you more beautiful. "Right now, I don't know if that list is very short or ridiculously long."

A corner of his mouth rises in a nostalgic smile. He seems to be recalling a memory.

"Remember that one time when you couldn't sleep and found me working at the clubhouse?" Juice asks. You only nod, unsure why he would suddenly remind you of that. "Remember what you told me when I talked about all the things I still needed to get done?"

"It's only three things," you repeat under your breath. Truthfully, you have almost forgotten entirely about that conversation. Juice had been going on about all the complicated steps that had to be done before calling it a day but, in the end, it was only three things. Granted, three time-consuming, challenging things but only three nonetheless. You never thought your comment meant so much to him.

"Exactly," he says as though he had just given you the perfect recipe for anything and everything. "I'm suggesting, you do two things now. First of all, get over the guy that couldn't appreciate you."

"Sounds smart but I'm not sure I know how to do that," you admit with a nervous chuckle. Jax Teller has been a tornado to your soul: came suddenly, wreaked havoc and simply moved on. There is no one to clean the mess, no one to put the pieces back together except those that survived. And you're still at the stage of debating whether you have, actually, survived Jax Teller.

"I guess the first step is not going back to him."

As simple as it sounds, the solution might just be one of the hardest things you've ever done. Nothing good comes easy, as they say. If it's true, you're going to reach for something truly incredible with this resolution.

"And the second thing I should do?" you ask. Deep inside, you're paying he's about to suggest something silly or relaxing.

Suddenly, Juice turns shy. This biker guy with tattoos and a loaded gun is fiddling with his hands and stubbornly avoiding your gaze. Despite his appearance, you think he's adorable.

"Well, uh..." He clears his throat in a vain attempt to get rid of his shakey tone. "If you want, no pressure of course but if you find it in yourself, then maybe you could at least think about grabbing dinner with me?" Whatever your expression looks like, it must make him even more nervous as Juice immediately begins downplaying his question. "Like I said, no pressure. I know it's bad timing all things considered, so it's cool if you don't want to, it's okay-"

"I'd love to," you interrupt him.

For a moment, he silently stares at you like a deer caught in headlights. "Cool. That's, um... nice."

You see him ever so slightly cringe at his awkward response but you don't think him weird. No, the nervousness makes you all the more convinced you want to go out with him - the anxiety proves that he cares more than he's brave enough to admit.

"Can we add a third thing?" you ask hesitantly.

Juice smiles at you as if today is the best day of his life; the kind of smile that slowly mends broken hearts. "What's on your mind?"

"Say, just hypothetically, how annoying would it be if Ima's car had slashed tires?"

He nods slowly, a shadow of mischief dancing across his handsome features. "Really annoying."

"And if she had to pay for new ones and there'd be a bullshit charge on the receipt like premium air or something?"

The man laughs. How can a sound leave you breathless?

"She would have a really fucking shitty day," he answers.

"Just hypothetically, I'd be satisfied."

"I think I know a guy. Just hypothetically."

Silence falls between you again. It's not tense. No, it's quite the opposite - the silence of two people who can just be. Now that happiness or at least a lack of sadness has entered your face, Juice is staring at you with an expression you can't describe beyond soft. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was not looking at you but at a rare, priceless treasure he has spent his whole life searching for. But you do know better; you know that, perhaps, people can be priceless, too.

A dark thought suddenly clouds your mind: Jax used to look at you the same way. Not always, not for long but he did. And yet, as he has proven, it meant nothing for him.

You push those thoughts away with all the almost-depleted strength you have left. It's no use crying and ruminating about the past when you have your future sitting right next to you. A bright, terribly good-looking future, one might even say.

"Can you just hold me?" you ask him quietly. The heartbreak of Jax's choice and the elation of Juice's confession have left you tired and vulnerable beyond all imagination. Such opposite emotions are ripping you open in conflicting directions. It's like dying and being reborn all at the same time.

"As long as you need, baby."

Juice wastes no time happily fulfilling your request. He brings your legs over and across his own, nudging you even closer towards him. Gently, he pulls your head to rest in the crook of his neck. As strange as it may sound, the man feels like a fortress protecting you from past and future heartbreaks.

[talesofanarchy]

Without You

Her hands clutched a sonogram picture, attention fastened onto the small, developing fetus that lay promptly in the still. The tiny being of life looked like a growing human, not so much like an alien anymore. It had 10 fingers and 10 toes, and its eyelashes, and hair on its head were beginning to form. It was about the size of an avocado currently, still very small and requiring mommy to keep he or she safe. The news of her pregnancy had been a big surprise and somewhat overwhelming.

She hadn’t been on birth control and Happy and herself never used a condom, so it shouldn’t have come as much of a shock. Yet, it was. She and Happy had only been in a relationship for a year, still budding in the honeymoon phase, and she wasn't sure how he’d take the news. A big part of her hoped that he’d take the news well, that maybe somewhere deep down beneath his rough exterior, he wanted to be a father.

A sigh passed through soft lips, stress weighing down her chest. She was nearly four months along, the doctor said both she and the baby were healthy, and the little guy or gal was growing at the expected rate. The following week, she would have blood work to do just to make sure there was nothing internally wrong. However, the doctor said there wasn’t anything to worry about, only subduing your worries momentarily. There had been signs that indicated a pregnancy, but signs she overlooked.

There was the slight morning sickness, tender breasts, and the unusual craving for dill pickles. Which she had hated ever since she was a kid. All of this she could only chalk up to an upcoming period, one that had been missing for the last 3 and a half months. Her cycles had always been off, and so the thought of a baby growing inside of her womb had never crossed her mind. Not until Happy pointed out the swelling of her breasts and the small circular curve of her lower abdomen.

Tired eyes skittered towards the clock on the stove, seeing it was only 5:30 pm. Happy would be at TM until 6:30, and that gave her time to stew and worry for an hour. The baby was not just her responsibility, but his too, and they both needed to decide on what to do. How to handle it, how to raise it, and if he even wanted to be a part of the kid’s life.

Oil and grease coated the outlaw’s hands, which were firmly curled around the handlebars of his Dyna. The engine idled lowly beneath him, boots planted on the concrete driveway keeping the piece of machinery in place. On the days that he worked at the auto shop he was usually home by 7 pm, however, when he had business with the club, his arrival varied.

Coal embers glanced in the direction of his old lady's Chevrolet Cruze parked on the street, knowing she was home. Today was her day off from the tattoo shop, and he wanted nothing more than to curl up on the couch with her and have a nice, cold beer. Cutting the engine and taking the key from the bike, he’d rise to his overwhelming, full stature. His strides were wide and predatory-like as he made his way to the front door, unlocking it and pushing it open.

The moment he was inside, he was shutting the door quietly behind him and undoing his work boots. “(Y/N?)” He called gruffly, wondering where she was. Once his boots were off and sitting by the front door, he began making his way into the living room, finding his old lady asleep peacefully on the couch. Lips twitched subtly, the corners slightly pricking into a smile, until he shook his head, regaining his hard expression once more.

He silently looked over the living room, finding everything to be in its place and clean. Something he appreciated about her, she could keep up with his neat-freak ways. Y/N wasn't messy, and she always put everything back in the proper spots. The TV played softly in the background, he assumed she had fallen asleep to whatever was on.

Turning, he’d make his way to the kitchen, intentions set on a cold booze. Happy was soon leaning down, rummaging through the fridge, while grabbing ahold of a Corona. Regaining his normal posture, his eyes danced along a photo on the fridge, pinned down by magnets. He did a double take, pupils widening before he grabbed the sonogram with a quick snap of his hands.

He read the name in tiny lettering above the image of the fetus (Y/F/N – Y/L/N) and all he could do was grit his teeth.

Happy’s muscular legs were carrying him subconsciously down the hallway and back into the living room where he flung the picture at her sleeping form. “What the fuck is this?” He spat.

The feeling of fluttering paper on her face, and then Happy’s booming voice spooked her awake. “Wha-.“ She grumbled half asleep, a hand going to her eyes where she began to rub at them frantically. “What’s going on Hap?”

Yet, her question was answered when she saw the sonogram on her chest. Easing herself up, she'd grab the photo, hurt lingering over her heart at the thought of his lack of interest in the picture of the baby they both had taken part in making.

“Answer me, little girl, what the fuck is that?” He growled.

Y/N had seen Happy angry plenty of times before, but his anger had never been directed toward her, not like this. Swallowing harshly, she'd grip the black and white photo a little tighter. “It’s a baby, it’s your baby.” She said.

The look of shock on his face made her stomach churn unhappily, and then he snapped. “No fuckin’ way is that thing mine. And if it is mine, get rid of it. I don’t fuckin’ want it.” He said. His words were enough to send her already elevated hormones, overboard.

Tears made their way front and center, brimming over her eyelids and falling down your cheeks.

“What do you mean get rid of it? I’m not getting rid of it Happy! It’s our baby.” She rose to her feet, hollering at him, trying to make a point.

He stepped closer to her, staring Y/N down with a disgusted scowl. “I want nothin’ to do with that goddamn thing, either get rid of it or get the fuck out of my house.” After that, he turned on his heels and stormed out of the front door with his boots in tow.

She chased after him, grabbing ahold of his bicep, wishing he’d just cool down.

“Don’t touch me.” He warned, snatching his arm away from her and backing his bike in reverse before roaring down the street.

She stood there in a confused stupor, he hadn’t acted in the way that she had hoped for. This was nothing close to what she expected. She had never seen anyone react so harshly to the news of a baby in her entire life, but then again Happy Lowman wasn’t just any sort of man. He was an outlaw, a renegade, white picket fences and kids just weren’t a part of the biker lifestyle. And if it was, it only happened rarely and far in between.

There was no denying the heartache she felt, each tiny intricate sliver of her heart was breaking into pieces. Shattering and ceasing to exist, because the man she had given her all to, wanted nothing to do with the life they had created, together. So, she stood there, dazed and confused, incapable of understanding where it went all wrong.

Tears were wiped on the back of her hand before she began retreating inside, deciding that it was time to go. There was no way in hell that she would abort their baby, no way in hell she'd ever choose Happy over the life blossoming in her belly. The moment she stopped putting herself first, was the second she found out she was pregnant. No one would ever come before that baby, not even the man who branded his name on her heart.

By the time Happy arrived at the clubhouse, he was fuming. A baby wasn’t a part of the plan, it never had been. Did he like kids? Sure. If they weren’t his, because he had no patience nor wish to deal with kids of his own. They were needy, grabby, attention-seeking leeches, that would demand everything from him and Y/N. The two of them had only been together 12 months, he wanted to be selfish with her, and he didn’t want to share her with anyone, ever.

He wanted to be able to lounge around the house with her, to fuck her on any surface of their home, to allow whatever feelings he had for her, to grow. He didn’t want to raise a kid, he didn’t want that kid putting a strain on their relationship. Something he had already done by blowing up on her. He had been a jackass to think that not using a rubber wouldn’t end in a mistake.

Cause that was what that thing growing in her was, a mistake. He couldn’t fathom why she would want a baby with him, he was a criminal, a brooding outlaw. The life was something he would never give up, not even for his kids. Were all women like that? Wanting to be married and to pop out mini versions of themselves and their partners? Apparently so.

Yet, Y/N had never brought up having kids with him, but he saw how she reacted with Abel and Thomas. That motherly instinct being worn with pride, the desire to have one of her own, evident in that dreamy gaze of hers.

If she didn’t get rid of the baby, then that would be the end of the relationship. So, was he willing to risk their relationship all for the sake of a baby they made together?

A baby that was made from admiration, carnal need, and pure love?

He hadn’t the slightest fucking clue. All he did know was that he wanted to drown his rage in liquor, to forget for a while. So that’s what he did.

Sometime after arriving at the clubhouse Happy had begun drinking, and not some feeble beers. He ordered round after round of Whiskey, easily downing it, the heat of the alcohol scorching any thoughts from his mind. When he was intoxicated enough, he pried some scantily dressed sweet butt from Half Sack’s arm, growling out. “You can have her when I’m done.” His arm dipped across the woman’s shoulder, leading her back to his old dorm room. A room in which he hadn’t spent any time, since moving Y/N in with him. Now here he was, about to bury all his frustrations and anger into some random bitch.

Yet as she was kissing his neck, and shimmying her way down to her knees, all he could think about was his pregnant old lady. Images of her kept repeating in his head, even new scenarios of her with a plump belly that housed his unborn son or daughter. Her smile, laugh, and gentle touch haunted his drunken mind, making him grunt in hindrance.

His dick didn’t even budge, refusing to get hard for anyone but Y/N. That woman had completely captivated him, enthralled him with her entire being. She had her claws in him and let it be known that he would have one hell of a time getting over her. Happy Lowman had never admitted it, but he was very much in love with her. She had said it many times, confessing all the feelings she held for him, but all he could do was shy away from the subject.

She understood though, that he wasn’t one for emotions, or much else. Y/N had accepted him when hardly anyone else did, she loved him for the piece of shit that he was, and she made him want to be better, for her, for the relationship.

“Get off me.” He snarled, shoving the broad away from him and redoing his buckle and jeans. The unknown girl could only look at him with a stupefied expression, not knowing what had changed his mind. She was just there for a good time, which was now ruined by the indecisive biker.

With nothing else to say, Happy was exiting the room, intent on finding his girl. Wherever she was, he’d go and get her, bring her back home where she belonged. Looking towards HalfSack, he motioned towards the back room. “Didn’t touch the bitch, she’s all yours.” Then he was strutting towards the clubhouse front door, the crisp air of the coast marching across his face.

Just as he was mounting his chopper, he heard the familiar voice of his VP. “Hey, Hap!” Called the blonde-haired Son, who was now striding towards him with a swaggered strut.

“What’s goin’ on with you and (Y/N?) She’s at my place with Tara, she’s a mess brother.” Jax sussed.

Happy sighed before running his hand tersely over his face. “She’s pregnant, and I flipped the fuck out. And I just realized what a dumb ass I was.”

Jax’s mouth was shaped somewhat into an ‘O’, before patting his friend’s shoulder. “Having a kid is scary, no one will tell you that, but it’s true. Their these little human beings who just take over your life and you find yourself falling in love with them. Just know, no matter what. You and (Y/N) will be great parents, we all know you love her. We ain’t blind.” The VP chuckled before squeezing his shoulder. “Now, go kiss some ass.”

“If Happy doesn’t realize how great this is gonna be for you both, then you can do it on your own. You got a great head on your shoulders, and I'll help however I can.” Tara sounded from the kitchen where she was fixing a bottle for little Thomas.

Y/N could only stare blankly at the wall, her back pressed into the sofa. Tara had become a close friend over the last year, one she confided in with everything involving Happy and the club life.

If anyone understood it, it was Tara Knowles. She had her fair share of shit-fests with Jax, and so far, the two were hanging on strong. The good doctor was raising a baby that wasn’t even hers on top of Thomas who was biologically hers. Y/N didn’t know where else to go after the blowout with Happy, so she went to the only friend she had in Charming who wasn’t one of the SAMCRO boys.

“Jax will talk to him, knock some sense into him. And if he doesn’t, I will.” Tara said, now standing beside the backside of the couch. “I’m gonna feed Thomas if you get hungry or thirsty. You know where the kitchen is.” The doctor allowed her fingers to brush over Y/N's shoulder in an attempt to soothe her before disappearing into the nursery.

All she could do was slump forward, elbows on knees, and face in the palms of her hands. For the last hour, all she had done was cry, and she was tapped out. The stress wasn’t good for her or for the baby, and she refused to jeopardize the kid’s health, despite her heartbreak.

“Fuck.” She breathed, running a hand through her tattered hair, brushing a few locks from her face.

Her head jerked towards the front door when she heard a loud knock. It was the sound of knuckles rapping over and over on the wooden frame. Glancing down at her phone, she realized it was midnight, who the hell was knocking at Tara and Jax’s house at this time?

Exhaling gently, she'd rise to her feet before trekking towards the door where Y/N cautiously peeled it back.

“Happy?” She said, dumbstruck.

Her outlaw stood disheveled in front of her, eyes dark and glossy, most likely from the liquor that she could smell seeping out of his pores.

“Are you drunk?” She snapped out with an agitated tint to her tone.

“I fucked up (Y/N.)” He swayed back and forth on unsteady feet, which made her slightly worried.

Yet when he said he fucked up, her mind instantly went to him cheating on her. “Did you go and fuck some croweater Hap?” She said low, trying to mentally prepare yourself for his answer.

“Almost. But I stopped it because I couldn’t get you out of my fuckin’ head.” He said.

And out went her sadness, which was quickly replaced with anger. “You what? Are you serious? I tell you I’m pregnant and you got out and immediately try to bag a fucking lay. You’re ridiculous!” She cried, her hands shoving into his stone-like chest.

He didn’t say anything, instead, he let her continue to berate him. Knowing that he deserved it and if anyone was going to beat him down, it would be her. Cause that’s the only person he’d ever let beat him down.

“I hate y-.” Her words were cut off by his bruising kiss, his calloused fingers tangling in her hair, drawing their bodies closer together. He protectively embraced Y/N and bit into her bottom lip claiming. Then the words he had been dying to say for months, finally slipped out.

“I love you, (Y/N.)” His warm breath danced across her cheek, his black irises boring into her lively gaze.

His thumbs began stroking her cheeks as he confessed everything. “I love you, but I don’t want to end up like my pops. I don’t want to be a deadbeat dad. Findin’ out you were pregnant was the scariest shit I’ve ever experienced, and I’ve committed murder, I’ve tortured people just for the pure fuck of it. But knowin’ ya were havin’ my kid, just, it stilled me.”

Y/N had waited so long to hear that he loved her, she honestly thought he’d never say it. But he did, and he meant it. She saw the look of terror in his eyes when he spoke of the unborn baby, and all she could do was calm his worries, all she could do was be there for him like she had been since day one.

“I always thought you’d be a great dad Happy, I never doubted that. And you will be the best daddy to our little one, you’ll never be like your father. Don’t ever think for one second that you are anything like him, 'cause you’re not.” She said.

Happy pressed his forehead against hers, his large hand sliding over her small baby bump. The first real time he even acknowledged that it was a baby and not just a thing. It was his baby, his child, and the woman he loved was carrying it.

“I love you Hap, even if you’re a pain in my ass.” She chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Likewise, little girl.” He cracked a smirk before laying another passionate kiss on her lips, his fingers flexing over her growing stomach.