#jax teller

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Inbar Lavi as Winsome in ‘Sons of Anarchy’

[puffins-muffins]

Night & Morning

Pairing: Jax Teller x Female Plus Size!Reader Word Count: 2200 Summary: Your very casual, no-strings arrangement with Jax begins to shift when he stays the night for the first time. In the morning, he wakes you with sleepy sex. Warnings: SMUT! 18+ only please, minors DNI!! hints of marijuana use, (unprotected - be responsible!) P in V sex, cursing, slight feels. A/N: I just had to come (hehe) back to these two from the What Lovers Do universe! 🥰 This little one-shot takes place before the events in WLD (huge thanks to my bestie @laurfilijames 😉) You can read them together or on their own. All feedback (comments, reblogs, likes) is very much appreciated!! 🩷 Enjoy lovers!!

The air in your bedroom is thick with the scent of sex and marijuana smoke. The window is cracked just enough to let the cool night breeze slip in. Jax is lying on his back, one arm slung over his face. His chest rises and falls in the dim light of your bedroom. You’re curled on your side, head propped on your hand, just watching him.

This is usually the part where one of you leaves.

It’s just the way things are. He never stays, you never ask him to, and vice versa. 

But so far, he hasn’t moved.

His jeans are still on the floor, his kutte is draped over the back of the chair in the corner, but he hasn’t reached for either yet. Instead, he’s just… lying there, his body loose and unguarded in a way you’re not used to.

You shift slightly, dragging the sheet higher over your bare skin. “You good?”

His arm lowers just enough for his eyes to meet yours, heavy-lidded and unreadable. You take him in— the sharp cut of his jaw, the way his stubble frames the faint smirk that doesn't fully settle on his face. There's a moment of hesitation before he quietly says, “Yeah.”

That’s it. No explanation, no excuse for why he’s still here.

You nod, settling back against your pillow, pretending this doesn’t feel different. Pretending your heart isn’t skipping at the idea of him staying, even for just a little longer. 

A few minutes pass in silence, the kind that isn’t awkward, just comfortable. Jax exhales deeply, rolling onto his side, propping his head up on his hand to face you. His other hand reaches out, his rough fingers tracing a slow path along your arm.

It’s not entirely sexual, just softer, something neither of you have ever really done before.

You swallow, your gaze locked on his. His stormy blue eyes hold something you can’t quite pinpoint. There’s a flicker of hesitation, something caught between want and uncertainty, like he’s not sure if he should be here, but he doesn’t want to leave either.

“Didn’t take you for the type to linger.” You murmur, chewing on your bottom lip, immediately regretting opening your mouth and potentially ruining the entire moment. 

He huffs out a quiet laugh, but there’s no real amusement in it. His fingers keep moving, light and tender. “Guess I don’t feel like leaving yet.”

The admission sits heavy between you. Jax searches your face like he’s waiting for you to tell him to go. But you don’t.

“Okay,” you assure him, a lazy smile gracing your lips. 

Eventually, his hand stills, his fingers lingering just a moment before he lays on his back again. His eyes shift toward the ceiling, his expression indiscernible, like he’s sorting through thoughts he’ll never say out loud.

You try to make whatever decision he’s grappling with a little easier by embracing the fact that he hasn’t left yet— something that, to your own surprise, you’re completely okay with.

You mold against him, the soft curves of your body pressing into the hard planes of his, draping the plushness of your thighs over him as you nuzzle closer. His arm wraps around you, his body relaxing against yours— like maybe he needed the silent reassurance that it’s okay, that this is okay. His lips brush over the top of your head, and he pulls you in even closer.

Your fingers trace along the ridges of old scars that are etched into his abdomen. You don’t ask where they came from, already knowing enough about his life to understand that each one carries a reminder of unsaid choices.

Your palm smooths over a particularly deep scar near his ribs, your thumb grazing over the raised skin in slow strokes. His breathing hitches for just a moment before settling, and then you feel it, the silent acceptance— the way he lets you in without any words.

For however long, you just exist together, finding an unexpected comfort in something that neither of you has tried to make sense of. 

Jax is awake before the sun, dim light from the early morning barely filtering through your blinds. The warmth of your body is a quiet comfort, your breath steady and soft against his forearm.

And fuck, the way you’re nestled against him is already doing things to him.

His arm is draped lazily over your waist, fingers resting just above your navel. Your back is pressed flush to his chest— your plump, naked ass tucked right against his morning arousal. You fit beside him so perfectly it almost feels intentional.

His cock twitches at the contact, a slow throb of heat spreading through him. He lets out a breath, his lips brushing against the crook of your neck, and when you don’t stir, he lets himself indulge a little.

Jax presses a lingering kiss to your shoulder, breathing you in, his stubble scraping lightly against your skin. His hand moves, tracing lazy patterns along your stomach before sliding down, fingers grazing your thick hip, then lower, over the curve of your ass.

You shift slightly, a sleepy little sigh escaping you, but you’re still lost in sleep.

Jax smirks against your skin, tilting his hips just enough to drag his cock along the crease of your ass, teasing himself more than you. His fingers trail between your thighs, skimming your dimpled skin, not quite touching where you need him, but enough to make you stir again.

A soft, breathy sound slips from you, your body instinctively pressing back into him.

His smirk spreads into a wide grin, his breath feathery against your ear, goosebumps rising across your skin. “Mornin’, darlin’.”

You hum, still half-asleep, but the shift in your breathing tells him you’re waking up now. He keeps his touches light, his kisses are unhurried, his fingers caressing between your thighs.

He feels it the moment you start to give in. The way your hips shift, how your thighs part slightly, your body already anticipating him.

Jax groans, his hand sliding between your legs, fingers grazing your slick heat. “Fuck,” he mutters, his cock jolting against you. “Already wet for me?”

Your only answer is another soft sigh, your body pressing closer— inviting him in.

Jax presses the tip of his cock against your entrance, teasing you with it before sinking in, slowly filling you inch by inch. His forehead rests against your shoulder, his breath ragged against your skin as he bottoms out.

You let out a shaky breath, your fingers gripping the sheets as he holds himself there, savoring the way you clench around him, warm and snug.

Jax groans, pulling out just enough before pushing back in. His movements are measured, dragging out the sensation, making you feel every thick inch of him. The slow pace is intoxicating— each deep, unhurried thrust sending waves of pleasure through you, leaving you aching for more.

His arm tightens around your waist, making sure there’s no space between you. His lips never leave your skin, peppering open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder and neck. His breath is ragged as he savors the way your body responds to him, how you let him take his time with you.

He keeps it unhurried, his arousal heightened by the consistent moans that slip from you while he moves inside you. His hand slides up, cupping your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers as he sets a lazy rhythm. He feels every reaction— the way your back arches, the way your body tightens around him, the way you crave him.

“You like that?” he rasps against your jaw, his voice still husky from sleep.

You don’t answer with words. Instead, your hand covers his, guiding his grip tighter around your breast, silently urging him on, letting your body tell him exactly how much you do.

Jax curses under his breath, his grip on your breast tightening, giving you exactly what you’re asking for. Then, his hand begins to slide down, his fingertips dragging over the soft swell of your stomach. The heat of his palm leaves a burning trail in its wake as he moves lower. 

When his fingers finally slip between your thighs, you gasp, your breath hitching as he finds your clit. He strokes it in gradual, teasing circles— his touch light and agonizing.

His fingers press down just enough to send an another shot of pleasure rippling through you, heat spreading through your limbs. Your breathing grows uneven, your pussy tightening around him with each thrust, his touch keeping you on the brink. 

Your hips begin to move more frantic, more desperate, grinding against him with an urgency you can’t control, chasing the release that feels just out of reach. You need him to push you over.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he breathes out. “Keep doin’ that, grind on me just like that.”

You whimper, rolling your hips, feeling the delicious friction of his cock hitting that perfect spot. The movement rips a groan from his throat, holding you firm as he thrusts deeper, making sure you feel every drag of his thick, throbbing length.

His fingers press firmly against your clit, his low grunts hot against your neck as the pressure builds, pushing you closer. It's maddening— just enough to keep you on edge, to make your pussy flutter around his cock.

His voice is nothing but a rough whisper against your skin, “Feels so fuckin’ good, huh?”

You can’t speak, can’t form a single coherent thought. All you do is moan, letting him take what he wants while your noises beg him to give you what you need. 

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he whispers, pressing his lips to your shoulder, his voice filled with need— the command sending a shiver down your spine. His fingers never stop their torturous pace against your clit, until his words give you the final nudge that sends you spiraling.

Your body clenches as your orgasm crashes over you in waves, spreading outward, leaving your entire body trembling. Needy, breathless moans of his name tumble from your lips as your walls convulse around him.

The pleasure is overwhelming, your nails dig into his arm that’s wrapped around you as you fall completely apart with him buried so deep inside you.

Jax groans, low and absolutely wrecked, his hips stuttering as he feels you come undone around him. “Fuck,” he grits out, his grip on you tightening— your body milking him, dragging him toward his own breaking point.

The way you tighten around him, pussy soaked and perfect, has him thrusting into you a little harder, his pace turning more frantic. His breath is ragged against your shoulder, his lips still pressed to your flush skin as he groans your name. His grip on your hip is firm, but as the pleasure builds, his hand moves, searching— reaching for something more.

Without hesitation, you meet him halfway, your fingers sliding into his, intertwining and then gripping him just as tightly. It’s instinctive, but the moment your hands lock together, a spark ignites— new and unfamiliar.

This isn’t just sex.

It’s intimate. Deeper than just the way he’s buried inside you, it’s the way he moves— purposeful and consuming.

His body tenses, muscles tight, sweat glistening on both of you as his release crashes over him. “Fuck, darlin’,” he groans, plunging himself in your sensitive cunt. His cock throbs, pulsing as he spills inside you, warmth spreading as he empties himself with a shuddered exhale.

His thrusts slow, his damp forehead pressing to your shoulder. Your breaths are heavy— bodies still slick and tangled. Even as the aftershocks fade, his grip on your hand doesn’t loosen. 

Jax stays wrapped around you, his body still flush against yours, his breath steadying as the glow of the morning creeps into your bedroom.

You sigh, satisfied, your body still humming from the aftermath of him, the intimacy of it all hanging between you. He presses a lazy, lingering kiss to your shoulder, his stubble scratching delicately against your skin before he rests his head there.

For a while, neither of you speak. The silence is comfortable. Easy. Filled with something neither of you is willing to define but both undeniably feel.

Then, with a smirk you can hear in his voice, Jax finally breaks it.

“Ya know,” he muses, shifting just enough to nuzzle his nose against your neck, “if wakin’ up like this is what happens when I stick around, I might have to spend the night more often.”

You scoff a quiet, amused laugh, tilting your head slightly to look at him over your shoulder. “Oh yeah?” you challenge, arching a playful brow. “You sure you can handle that? Wouldn’t want this accidentally turning into a thing.”

Jax grins, his fingers giving the generous curve of your hip a light squeeze. “Shit, babe,” he drawls, pressing another lazy kiss to your skin, “I think we passed that point the second I didn’t sneak out.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s no hiding the smile tugging at your lips as you settle back against him, blissed out and content, letting the comfort of him sink into you.

Neither of you say it out loud, but the thought lingers between you.

Maybe this isn’t the only time he’ll stay.

[bellaxgiornata]

Considering doing more of these with different topics and with different "versions" of Jax if y'all are interested in them. There's some smutty thoughts at the end, otherwise no warnings needed, boyfriend!Jax is incredibly soft and sweet in my mind. This grew long, so everything is below the cut, and I'll be keeping anymore I do over on my Jax Teller Main Masterlist.

Quiet Moments with boyfriend!Jax

Showing up Late at Night

Just after midnight, Jax had finally wrapped up some bullshit for the club that had kept him busy all damn day. Tired, sore, and a little frustrated, he rolled up to your place on his bike without calling first. Because you'd given him a spare key–for "emergencies." And, well, he considered missing you all goddamn day an emergency.

He'd slip the key into the lock, opening your front door only to step inside and pause right there in the entryway when he found you curled up asleep on your couch beneath a blanket, the television playing one of those stupid shows you liked so much that he couldn't stand. The smallest smile would twist the corners of his lips before he'd slip out of his shoes and toss his kutte onto the other empty couch. Sauntering his way across the room to you, he'd sit down beside you where you slept, leaning over to brush the backs of his knuckles along your cheek while murmuring a soft, "Baby, why're you sleepin' out here?" And the sight of your eyelids fluttering open, your brows tugging together briefly in confusion before a sleepy smile greeted him? Yeah, that fucking beat passing out alone tonight.

Getting Ready for Bed Together

Jax never really had a bedtime routine. Most of the time, if he wasn't too tired or intoxicated, he'd pull off his kutte and take off his shoes before finding a bed or a soft surface to pass out on. But that was before he'd gotten used to spending nights at your place.

Now, he'd gotten into the habit of getting ready for bed with you, leaning against the doorframe of your bathroom and watching you as you washed your face while he told you about whatever shit had happened that day. He'd noticed that you'd gotten him a toothbrush that you kept on your bathroom counter just for the nights he stayed over. So after you finished washing the day off your face, Jax had gotten into the habit of brushing his teeth beside you. With toothpaste dripping down both of your chins, the pair of you would stand side by side sharing the sink while making ridiculous faces at each other through the mirror. Whenever you inevitably couldn't keep a straight face, his hand would come down and lightly pat your ass, the sound of the following giggle you'd make always causing his heart to feel ten times lighter.

When you both finished in the bathroom and headed across the hall to your bedroom, Jax would slip his arms around your waist and pull you into his chest, walking along in step with you. He'd nuzzle his face against the side of your neck, intentionally scratching his beard against your skin as he tickled you. You'd tease him for being the "world's snuggliest outlaw" as you both entered the bedroom, but he'd just smile against your skin in response, not denying it. Because he didn't give a shit, you were his peace in a world of violence, and with you, he'd always let his guard down.

Middle of the Night Wake Up

Jax was a light sleeper. Whether it was just how he'd always been, or how he'd grown over the years from always being on alert, it didn't take much to wake him. The smallest sounds or the faintest shift of you against him always pulled him out of sleep. But even in the dark, when all he could make out was the faintest hint of your silhouette in the bed beside him, he could still figure out why you were squirming at almost four in the morning.

When you shifted in his hold again, squirming closer to him on the bed, his sleep-laced voice would rasp out, "Can't sleep, baby?" And the hum that accompanied the way you inched further into his chest told him everything. Without another word, his hand would slide down your side, pushing up the soft cotton of his old, worn SAMCRO shirt that you'd long since stolen from him, before his fingers would slip between your already damp folds. A satisfied noise would rumble in the back of his throat, his own cock slowly waking along with him in the dark bedroom as he took his time touching you.

With you like this, all soft and needy in the middle of the night, it didn't take long before his warm hand slid its way over, firmly gripping your thigh before hiking it up over his hip beneath the sheets. A gruff, "Lemme help," would tumble out of his lips as he lined himself up with your soaked pussy, and then he'd push himself completely into you in a slow, delicious glide that always elicited the sweetest gasp from you.

He'd roll his hips into you lazily, his eyes on your outline in the dark while the sounds of your panting breaths mixed with his in the bedroom. He knew you were craving something more, something deeper��comfort, connection–and that was reflected in each gentle pump of himself into you over and over. As his hand gripped your thigh, keeping it in place over his hip to hit that perfect angle, he'd murmur out through the dark, "Shh, I got you, baby" and "That's it, there you go" as he took you both right over the edge. Afterwards, blissed out and still exhausted, Jax would pull you close while you both contentedly drifted back to sleep, your breaths gradually evening out in the darkness together.

[msanonny]

Charlie Hunnam as Jax Teller on Sons of Anarchy

[babyybrii]

nsfw—husband!jax teller

Husband Jax Teller, who fucks you so good the night you take his last name, he doesn’t even last thirty minutes into the reception. Pulls you away with a hand on your waist, murmurs something about needing “a minute,” and no one questions it because you’re glowing and he’s got that dangerous look in his eye.

He finds the first empty room—some dusty back office—and slams the door behind you.

“Been starin’ at you all fuckin’ night,” he mutters, crowding you against the desk. “That dress. That little smile. You know what you’re doin’ to me, baby?”

Doesn’t even bother taking the dress off. Just bunches it over your hips, his wedding ring catching on the silk.

“Shoulda never let you walk out there lookin’ like that,” he growls. “You’re mine now. Whole fuckin’ world’s gotta know it.”

He slides your panties to the side—rough and impatient—then runs two fingers through your slick.

“You this wet just from dancin’? Or is it ‘cause you’re married now, huh?” He presses against your entrance and lets his voice drop. “You want your husband to fuck you right here, sweetheart?”

You nod, breathless. He smirks, cock already out, rubbing against your soaked folds.

“That’s right. My wife. Say it again.”

“I’m your wife,” you whisper.

“Louder.”

“I’m your wife.”

He sinks in all the way, groaning at the way you tighten around him.

“Fuck. Gonna make you come like this—dress still on, last name still fresh on the papers. Gonna ruin you on your weddin’ night, baby. Just like I promised.”

And he does.

He fucks you hard, one hand around your throat, the other gripping your hip, hips snapping into you as the desk creaks beneath you both. He doesn’t last long, not with the way you’re moaning “husband” in his ear. But he makes damn sure you come first—twice.

Afterward, breathless and messy and glowing in the low light, he brushes your hair out of your face and whispers, “You’re my wife now. Don’t think I’m ever lettin’ you outta my sight again.”

[secretlysamcro]

Female reader x Jax Teller SMUT, possible spoilers & explicit language 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 is new to Charming and meets Gemma with Abel at the supermarket. Maybe she'll help Gemma calm Abel down and they'll start talking. Gemma likes her straight away and plans to set her up with Jax to stop him from getting back together with Tara. The two fall in love, but Tara tries to intervene. But Jax shows that he only wants Reader and Tara disappears. I trust you can make something out of it…maybe Smut & Fluff. Please and thank you!”

Back story: y/n has finally settled into life in Charming, getting used to that small town feel. One evening, whilst grabbing something to eat for dinner, she helps reunite a runaway child with his grandma. Being a natural with children she’s drawn to help, and in doing so? She’s introduced to a life she knew nothing about.

Abel's wails echoed through the grocery store, his tiny fists clenched, face red and twisting with frustration.

"I WANT IT!" he shrieked, pointing at the brightly colored box of cereal.

Gemma exhaled sharply, pushing the cart forward whilst gripping onto his hand. "I said no, Abel. We have that at home".

With a quick twist, he yanked free from her grasp and took off. His sneakers squeaking against the polished floor as he disappeared into another aisle.

"ABEL!" Gemma barked, the sharp click of her own heels following his escape. "GET BACK HERE NOW!" she huffs under her breath "You little shit...just like your father".

Abel though, keeps on running.

And running.

And running. Until, he runs directly into you. You stumble slightly at the sudden impact, looking down at the little body clinging to your hoodie.

"Whoa, you okay?" you say, steadying him by his shoulders.

He blinks, seemingly unfazed "Grandma wont let me have cereal" he says, tugging at your sleeve now.

You hold back a laugh. "Yeah? and that's why you're making a run for it?"

You take his hand, following the shouts from a few aisles down. "ABEL!" Gemma continues to scream.

You turn just in time to see a woman striding towards you, her expression torn between frustration and relief.

"I think I found your escapee" you say, lifting Abels hand slightly.

Gemma reaches you in seconds, placing her hands on his face, scanning him for any signs of distress. "Oh Abel, sweetheart" she whispers, pulling him into a hug "You scared the hell outta Grandma"

Abel stands there, not returning the hug, his hands strict to his sides. "I want cereal".

She straightens up, ignoring his request, finally giving you her full attention. Her sharp gaze flickers over you, as if she was sizing you up.

"Thanks" she says, the words sounding a little forced, like it wasn't something she said often. "I said no to the cereal" she adds with a shrug, trying to lighten the mood.

"Boys will be boys" you laugh it off, looking the woman up and down. She seems, fierce. Like someone you wouldn't fuck with.

You see a shift in her stance, as she registers what you've said. "You got boys?"

"Nah...well yeah, but they're not mine...I have nephews" you respond, stumbling over your words slightly.

You miss them, you miss home and you miss your family but moving here? It was the right choice.

"Coulda fooled me" she says, noticing the confused look in your response "You got that whole Mom vibe" she says, using her hand to point you up and down.

You nod your head, a small laugh leaving your lips "Well, I did work with kids for a while"

"Teacher?"

"No... Nanny"

Something in her stance shifted slightly, just enough to be noticeable. "Huh" she looks down towards Abel who is now busy digging through your cart like he was the paying for it. "That explains it"

You smile at her words, "Yeah... I guess so"

There was a small pause, but she didn't walk away. Instead, she titled her head. "You new to Charming?"

You nodded, surprised she could tell "Yeah, a few weeks now"

"You workin'?" She crosses her arms, giving you another once over. "Sorry, I don't mean to be... in your business, I just...my son..." she ruffles Abel's hair "...his Dad, he's got a Nanny at the moment but, she's useless, hardly free..." she steps slightly closer to you now "...Just wonderin' if you still do the whole nanny thing?"

It wasn't something you had expected, and for a moment you consider saying no. You weren't exactly on the hunt for a job, but then again it would give you something to do.

"I can give you my number?" you offer, a genuine smile on your face.

Gemma pulled out her phone without hesitation, handing it over. You typed in your name and number before handing it back.

She takes a look at the screen. "y/n" she reads, "nice name"

“Gemma, by the way” she smiles, lifting her purse higher up her shoulder. “And this little guy is…” she doesn’t finish. You answer for her.

“Abel” you say, a smirk on your face, Gemma can’t help but laugh.

“You got that? Huh” she laughs “well, I’ll speak to my son and maybe give you a call sometime soon.” She says, instructing Abel to say goodbye.

“Bye bye” Abel whispers

“See ya around Buddy” you say, waving to him “Bye Gemma” you nod in her direction, before turning around and leaving the aisle.

Jax pulls up to Gemma's house in the van, Happy in the back alongside a sleeping Abel. Jax scoops him up, shooting a look over to Happy "wait here" he instructs, before sliding the doors shut.

"Mom?" Jax calls out, shutting the door with his foot after stepping inside.

"In here!" she calls out from the kitchen, sounding stressed.

Jax walks in to find her pacing, her phone in one hand and the other on her hip. she looks pissed.

"The hells up with you?" Jax asks, shifting the weight of Abel on his hip as he begins to stir.

Gemma sighs, rubbing a hand down her face. "Fucking Nate. The home called, he's losing his god damn mind again. Thinks the staff are government spies or some shit. I gotta go deal with it"

Jax sighs, already knowing the problem before its said out loud "So you can't take Abel?"

She shoots him a look. "No shit"

Jax is now the one looking stressed, rubbing the back of his neck "Shit Mom, I got club business, important business" he lets her know, without having to get into detail.

Gemma scoffs, throwing up a hand "Yeah? well I've got crazy old man business, so what do you want me to do?"

Jax ran his tongue over his teeth, his jaw tight as ever, Gemma snapping him out of it with the click of her fingers, like something just came to mind. "Wait a minute... there's that girl" she begins.

Jax frowns, not liking the idea of leaving his kid with someone he didn't fully trust, or even know.

Gemma, already going through her phone contacts. "y/n. Met her at the store with Abel the other day"

Jax's eyebrows furrowed "And you wanna leave my son with some random chick from the grocery store?"

"She used to be a nanny" she shoots back, giving him a knowing look. "She helped with Abel, without makin' me feel like a shitty grandma"

"She seem solid?" he asks, sounding sceptical

Gemma nods. “Wouldn’t have mentioned anything if I didn't”

Jax lets out a frustrated breath, looking down at Abel who was rubbing his tired eyes. "Fine, call her"

Gemma smirked, already pressing the call button. As the phone rang, Jax set Abel down on the coach, kneeling to make sure his son was good.

"You're gonna hang out with someone new today, okay little man" he mumbles softly, pushing his sons hair back.

Abel yawned, still sleepy "Okay Daddy"

Jax phone buzzed, It was Happy, they were on a tight schedule. He looked over his shoulder at Gemma, still waiting for y/n to pick up.

"I gotta go" Jax said, standing now. "You make sure she's good before you leave".

Gemma waved him off "Yeah, yeah go play outlaw. I got this"

He hesitates a little, before kissing Abel on the head, and the same his mother. He looks back before leaving "Text me her number...and give her mine, just in case" he says roughly, and then he leaves, closing the door behind him and jumping back into the van.

You pull up to the address provided by Gemma, shifting on your feet as you wait for the door to answer. It was one thing to help a frantic grandmother in a grocery store, but it was another to be trusted to watch her grandson in her home without knowing much about her, or him at all.

Within seconds, the door swung open, and there she was, her sharp eyes scanning you up and down, as if she was sizing you up all over again.

“Come in” she says, stepping aside to let you through. The walls were lined with history, frozen in time. Black and white photos of men standing besides their motorcycles, arms draped over each other in a way that screamed brotherhood. More recent photos showing different faces, but the same leather vests, ‘SONS OF ANARCHY' stitched boldly across their backs.

Then came the family photos, snapshots of Gemma alongside a man wearing the same leather vest, two young boys at their sides. As you follow the timeline through the frames, you watch as one of the little boys disappear, then so does the father figure, soon replaced by another. The most recent family photo, only including Gemma, Jax and Abel. One thing that stood out the most to you though, throughout every photo including Abel, there was always Gemma and his dad, but never a mother. A small voice snaps you out before you could make any more observations.

“Hey! I member you” You hear him before you see him. You turn to see his head popping just over the armrest of the couch, his face lighting up in recognition. “Hey buddy” you crouch slightly “You remember me, huh?” He nods eagerly “Uh huh, you found me when I was lost” Gemma scoffs, “You was not lost, you were being a pain in the ass” although abrupt, you still note the softness behind her words. You stifle a laugh as Abel turns back to his toys, Gemma eyeing you up once again. “Alright, so...” Gemma begins, already moving around the room with purpose, collecting her things. You can tell this is gonna be a quick one. “...I've gotta head up North, my dads losing it again at the nursing home, and if I don't get up there soon, they're gonna kick him out on his ass” She grabs her bag from the kitchen counter. You blink, taking in all the information at once, how someone can be so trusting with someone they barely knew? you’d never know.

Gemma paused, she could tell by your face you were a little taken back by the responsibility you were being given. “Look, y/n I know its short notice, and we don't really know each other, but I trust my gut, and my gut says you can handle this” She smiles towards Abel “And Abel? he likes you, it takes a lot for him to warm up to somebody, and with you...its been instant” Something about how she spoke made you realise Gemma didn’t seem like the type to hand out trust lightly. You nod your head, agreeing to to help. Gemma walks you through the essentials, her tone sharp but not unkind. She points out where everything is. The kitchen, the bathroom, extra clothes for Abel if he needs them, and then come the instructions.

"He'll try to sweet talk you into giving him candy, don't fall for it" she warns, opening up one of the cabinets. "Snacks are fine, but lets limit the junk" She then places a small stack of bills on the counter. "Just in case, order food if you need to, or if you gotta run out for something...the car seats in the garage to the left" Then, as if remembering, she reaches into her bag and pulls out a scrap of paper. She scribbles something down before handing it to you.

"Thats Jax's number, his dad. He might get back before I do, but if anything comes up, call him" she says, her tone casual.

You take the paper, looking down at the name and the number written. "Okay" you say, knowing its probably best if you don't question her.

Gemma exhales softly, looking at you "And make yourself at home, alright?" her voice sounding softer now, a little less sharp.

It had been a few hours since Gemma had left you to care for Abel, and honestly, out of all the kids you’d ever looked after, he was by far one of the easiest, and the cutest. He wasn’t any trouble at all. Listened to everything you said, tidied up after himself without being asked and was able to share what he wanted with little to no fuss. You’d spent that last half hour sitting with him, helping him color in his pictures. Each drawing more creative than the last. His dad, his grandmas birds, dinosaurs, and all sorts of wild and mysterious things. The way he focused on each picture, his little brow creased in concentration, was the most adorable thing ever.

There was a sweetness in the air, a peacefulness that made time fly by.

Jax pulls into his mom’s driveway, cutting the engine with a small sigh. He knew you were probably still here watching after Abel, but he still wasn’t sure how he felt about it. His trust didn’t come easy, especially when it came to his son. But serious shit had to be dealt with today, if it was any other day he would have never let it happen.

Swinging his leg off the bike, he spots your car parked in the corner. His trainers heavy against the gravel as he made his way inside, shutting the door behind him. The house was quiet, too quiet. His shoulders tensed slightly until he heard it. Abel’s laugh. Light and full, followed by a softer chuckle, which was yours.

Jax follows the sound, stopping just outside the living room. He leans against the door frame, watching.

Abel’s sprawled out on his stomach, surrounded by crayons and half colored pages, completely in his element. Next to him, you sat crossed legged, leaning forward slightly as you watched him draw, a small smile on your lips, you looked comfortable, as if you belonged there.

Jax wasn’t sure why that threw him off, but it did.

Clearing his throat gently, he makes his presence known. Abel’s head snaps up instantly.

“Daddy!” He launches himself towards Jax, who barely has any time to react. His tiny arms wrapping around his dad’s legs before he gets scooped up.

“Hey little man” he mumbles, ruffling his son’s hair. “You been good?”

“Uh huh!” Abel nods enthusiastically “y/n let me use the big paper! I drawed so much”

Jax smirks, his gaze finally shifting to you.

You had stood up now, brushing your hands against your jeans, an easy but slightly cautious smile on your face.

“I’m guessing you’re Dad” you say, tilting your head a little.

“Yeah...” he confirms “...Jax” he says, setting Abel back down, to carry on with his drawings.

“y/n…” your name rolls off of your tongue “…he’s a good kid” you say, looking down at him. "Appreciate this, by the way" he says, arms crossed leaning up against the frame again. "When my mom said she was leaving Abel with someone she met at the store... I wasn't exactly sold on the idea"

You laugh a little, shaking your head "Yeah, to be fair neither was I"

Jax chuckled at your confession, his eyes scanning you with amusement "You do this a lot?"

"What? look after random kids I barely know?" you smirk, placing a few crayons down in front of Abel. "Not really"

He laughs, "I meant the nanny stuff"

"Not for a while, not since I moved here, anyway" you let him know, moving closer to him now.

Jax nods, like he was about to say something else, but his words stall when he catches the way your expression changes. Your eyes locked onto something on him, your brows slightly furrowed as you stare at his neck.

It wasn't a questioning look, you were more confused.

Your eyes flick over to Abel, then back to Jax. You didn't say anything out loud, but your hand lifted slightly, your fingers grazing the side of your own neck, in a small and subtle gesture.

Jax, with a look matching your own, rubs the spot you motioned to. His fingertips coming back sticky and streaked red.

"Shit" he muttered under his breath. His tone was casual, but his posture shifted, his back was now stiff, as if he was waiting for you to say something. Maybe press him on what the hell he'd done.

But you didn't. "Uh...” you murmur, breaking the silence. "...You might wanna clean that up" you suggest, nodding toward the mess. He hesitated for a second, watching you, before tipping his chin upwards. "Yeah… sorry…uh…are you good if I handle this quickly? Wont be long, then you can head out"

"Yeah, sure" you said, your voice sounding even.

Jax lingered a little longer, waiting again for you to pry.

But still, you didn't.

You turn to Abel, scooping up another crayon like nothing had happened.

Jax exhales, running a hand through his hair before heading to the bathroom.

You look over your shoulder as he leaves, catching the bold letters stitched across his back.

'SONS OF ANARCHY'

Yeah, you think you're starting to see that.

You’d taken care of Abel countless times by now, whether it was at Gemma’s, Jax’s or even your own place. And now, as part of their inner circle, the clubhouse too. You were now aware of Jax’s role as president. You didn’t know all the details, but you understood enough, the good and the bad. You’ve spent enough time with Jax and the others, for them to now trust you completely. They’d protect you like one of their own.

And as for the missing mother figure, you’d pieced it together over time. Wendy, Jax’s ex wife, had let her crank addiction take over, and that was the reason she was no longer in Abel’s life.

You and Jax? Well, it had always been platonic, at least on the surface. But there was always this undeniable tension between you two, something neither of you could fully ignore.

Gemma would sometimes drop sly hints to Jax about the two of you, and the guys weren’t any better. They’d tease him, noticing the way you both looked at each other, how you’d get flustered in his presence and vice versa. It was obvious to everyone, expect maybe to you and Jax.

The platonic shit though? The lines started to blur the moment you experienced your first club lockdown.

𝘑𝘢𝘹’𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘣𝘦𝘭’𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥.

𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 “𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵… 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘦’𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥”

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 “𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵… 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵.

“𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸” 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 “𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐’𝘮 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘈𝘣𝘦𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶..” 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘴 “…𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶” 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩��𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳.

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘨.

𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴. “𝘛𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩?” 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘸.“𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘈𝘣𝘦𝘭… 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘐’𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺?” 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥.

“𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴.

The lines between you and Jax had slowly started to fade. The time you spent together had changed, deepened even. You no longer rushed out the door when Jax got home, instead you stayed. It wasn't always intentional, but somehow, you both found ways to stretch the time a little longer. You'd talk about everything. Life, relationships, a bit about the club here and there, but never too much, of course. Sometimes you'd share a joint together after Abel had fallen asleep. Other times you'd cook for all three of you, filling the space in the kitchen with jokes, the clatter of pots and pans, and Abel’s little laughs. One time, before you even realised, you were sitting closer to him, your legs brushing and his hand resting lightly on the back of your neck, pulling you into him. His kiss was slow, almost shy at first, like he was asking permission. When you didn't pull away, he made it stronger. His grip tightening around you, pulling you into him until there was no space left. One moment you were sitting side by side, and the next, you were straddling him, his hands firmly placed on the small of your back. His hips moved ever so slightly, a movement that had your breath catching in your throat. "Daddy!" Abels nightmare had broken the tension, pulling you both out of the haze you'd been caught in.

Since that night, nothing else had happened. Sure, there were moments, the flirtatious looks and the touches that lasted just a little bit too long. You both danced around it though, the tension always there, neither of you making the first move. Both in a stand still, waiting for the other to break.

Jax was laid back, his body heaving with pleasure. His fingers twitching at his side, almost begging his hands to grab you and guide you just how he needed you. He couldn’t see much, just the dim glow of light casting shadows from behind, but fuck he could feel you.

The warmth of your hands as they grip his thighs. The slow, slow, torturous movements that had his toes scrunched.

“Fuck y/n” he exhales, his head tipping back but his eyes locked on you. And you were looking right back at him, almost teasing, amused by how fucking wrecked he was.

His breath, now shaking. Your movements were so fucking slow, drawing out every second, focusing on his tip, making sure he felt every fucking thing.

And he did.

His stomach tensed, his thighs clenched, and that familiar pressure built deep and tight inside of him, felt like it was about to come to the surface.

He tries to keep his composure, but when you do that thing with your tongue it causes a deep groan to rip from his chest as he grabs the back of your head. His hard jaw clenched, his stomach locked up, and then…

His eyes snap open.

He drags a hand over his sleepy face. “Jesus fucking Christ” he grunts adjusting himself to an upright position. The room too quiet, the bed too empty.

Reality floods back with a jolt. He groans in frustration, as his boxers cling uncomfortably to him, warm and sticky like a fucking virgin.

Today was a big day, he had to ask y/n a favor, a huge fucking favor. How she’d respond? He had no damn idea.

So now wasn’t the time to be thinking about her like that, especially not after that fucking dream.

The phone call was short and to the point.

“Can you get here now?” His voice was firm, urgent but not panicked. Still, it was enough to make your heart race.

“Yeah, of course” you barely took a second to think before grabbing your keys and heading over. You assumed it was about Abel, maybe he was sick or Jax had to leave on short notice.

But when you arrived, Abel wasn’t there. Instead, Jax and Gemma were waiting for you in the kitchen.

Your steps come to a stop in the doorway, something felt off.

“Where’s Abel?” You ask, nervously looking at them both.

“He’s with Unser, sweetheart” Gemma’s says simply.

You swallow your nerves, slowly making your way deeper into the kitchen. “Have I done something wrong?” You question, confused as to what the fuck is going on.

“Shit, no” Jax laughs, shaking his head “Ain’t nothin’ like that, sit down darlin” he says, making his way over to the kitchen table.

Gemma exhales, tapping against the sink, watching as you get comfortable in your chair. “We need to ask you something. And before you say no, just…just hear us out okay” she joins you both now.

“Okay…” you say flatly, trying to gage from their faces what the hell is going on.

Jax ran a hand down his face, glancing at his mom before looking back to you. “There’s a strong chance me and some of the guys…will be doin’ some time”

Your breath stopped for a second, but before you could even react, he kept going.

“And if that happens, when it happens, I need someone here. Someone who Abel trusts, someone who won’t let shit fall apart” his Jaw flexes, “I want you to move in, whilst I’m in Stockton”

You blinked. “Move in?”

Gemma nodded, seeing your shock and also seeing how Jax didn’t know what else to say to you. “Take care of Abel, keep this place runnin’ till Jax is back”

Your mouth opens, and then closes. “That’s…” you shook your head a little “That’s a big fucking ask”

Jax sighs, running a hand though his hair “I know”

He knew it was insane, the moment Gemma suggested it, he knew it would be too much to ask of you. He had no right to ask you to put your life on hold for his, and for Abel.

But part of him knew just how better he would feel knowing it was you here with his son.

You sat back, exhaling “Jax… I have my own place, what am I suppose to d-“

“I’ll cover it” he said quickly “Rent, bills, whatever you need I just…” his jaw hardens again “I just need to know Abel’s safe”

You swallow hard, the sound causing Jax’s stomach to flip.

Gemma leans forward. “I’d do it, but I’ve got TM, gotta keep shit in line there. Unser’s listenin’ out for us. APB don’t go wide until the 23rd so we have some time to sort shit out if not…but you’re the only one who makes sense” her voice softens, “and you know Abel loves you, sweetheart”

You did, and you loved him too.

Jax was watching you carefully, but his gaze kept wavering. Your face, your mouth, the way your hands twisted in your lap. The dream was still fucking with his head, and now you were right in front of him, it was worse.

He pulled against his beard, waiting for you to speak, his leg bouncing slightly under the table. He wasn’t used to asking for help, wasn’t used to feeling like this.

“I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t desperate y/n” he rubs the back of his neck, voice quieter now.

Gemma sighs, standing up and smoothing out her jacket. "I'll let you two talk"

You watch on as she grabs her purse, giving Jax a look before heading for the door.

Gemma turns to you before she leaves "We know it's a lot..." she admits "...but you're family sweetheart" she exits before you can even respond, the second it clicks shut, silence settles between you.

"How long?" you ask, your voice steady but there’s no need to elaborate, he knows exactly what you're asking.

He lights a cigarette "Could be five years"

Your stomach drops and your chest tightens. "Five years?" You cant help the way your voice cracks, the gravity of his words sinking in.

He nods, seeing how shocked you are "Two, with good behaviour"

"Fucking hell Jax" you shake your head, your head now in your hands.

"I know…I know, y/n" he says quietly, as much as he wants you to say yes, if you don't he fully understands why. "You've already done so much for Abel... for me"

You look back up at him, feeling the weight of his words. Its not just a job, its not just responsibility, its trust.

"I mean it y/n" he continues, his hand now holding yours, his touch firm but warm, grounding you in the same way it always does. "I really fuckin' appreciate you".

You try to wrap your head around it all, but the doubt lingers. "What the hell did you do, Jax?" The question slips out before you can stop it, though you already know the answer.

He shakes his head, his voice firm "You know I can't tell you that"

His refusal hits you harder than you had expected, the anger in your chest now growing. "So, you want me to move in here, put my life on hold for at least two years, maybe five, and you cant give me anything?"

He stays silent, just staring at you. His eyes heavy but offering you no answers. This only makes it worse. You shove the chair back, getting up and then beginning to pace the kitchen. You come to a stop, leaning against the counter, your head facing the floor.

As you stand there, Jax can't help but notice the way your top rides up, exposing your lower back. His mind flashing to the dream he's been trying to push away. You turn around suddenly, as if you could read his mind. The weight of everything crashing down on you. The love for Abel is natural, easy. But Jax? Its more complicated than you've let yourself admit. You run a hand over your face, trying to steady yourself.

"I'll do it" you say, the words feeling heavier than you intended them too.

Jax doesn't say anything at first, but then he's stepping towards you, pulling you into a tight embrace. His arms wrap around you, secure and once again grounding.

His forehead presses against yours, his breath glazing your skin.

"Thank you y/n" he whispers, the words just for you but they hit so much deeper.

The house is quiet, the only sounds coming from the faint hum of the fridge and the occasional creak of the floorboards as you move around.

Most of your essentials are here now, scattered in half unpacked boxes, making the place feel something in between temporary and permanent.

Before Jax and the guys left for club business, he hovered, like he was reluctant to leave, the same way he gets when he doesn’t want to say something outright. He’d stood in the doorway for a second longer than needed, looking at you, and then his house, like he was trying to memorise how it looked with your belongings and you, inside.

“You good?” His voice was low.

“Yeah…” you look around, behind you “…I’m good”

His lips pressed together for a moment, then he nodded “Call if you need me”.

You huffed mockingly “Jax, I’ll be fine”

That smirk, the one that always got to you, tugged at his lips. “Yeah, but still”

He still didn’t hurry to leave, the others waiting for him by the side of the road. Instead, he took a step forward, without thinking twice about it, he leaned in and pressed a slow, warm kiss to your cheek. Not rushed, not just a goodbye. His way of showing you just how much he appreciates everything you’re giving up for him, and for Abel.

“I’ll see you later Darlin’” and then, he leaves.

The knock at the door comes about half an hour later.

You expect it to be Gemma with Abel, or maybe Jax doubling back because he forgot something. But when you pull the door open, it’s neither of them.

She’s tall, striking, and has her hair pulled back just enough to show off her sharp cheekbones.

Her lips part slightly, clearly not expecting you to answer the door, her voice carefully controlled. “Is Jax here?” You don’t move, “No he’s not” you offer nothing else.

Her eyes flick over you, and you can see the moment she registers that you’re not just some random guest. You’re here, in his house, wearing one of his tees, looking comfortable, like you belong.

She hesitates, her gaze looking past you as if she’s still waiting for him to appear from behind. When he doesn’t, her lips press into a thin line.

“Sorry… who are you?” She questions, trying to make sense of it all.

You lift your chin slightly “I could ask you the same thing”.

“I’m Tara” the way she says it, like it should mean something to you, but you don’t budge "Jax's e-“

Tara.

Jax had told you about her, not in great detail, but in passing. Late night conversations when it was just the two of you, when the club was quiet and he was a little looser with his words. He never spoke about her in bitterness. Just…restraint. Like he wasn’t sure what to do with the memories. You never pushed for details, you didn’t need them.

Whatever had happened between them though, you could tell she’d once meant a lot to him.

And now, here she is standing at his door…your door.

“Well he’s not here” you don’t let her finish her words.

She exhales deeply, clearly frustrated. “I just need to talk to him”

You squint your eyes, wondering if she’s struggling to understand you. “Like I said, he’s not here” you tell her, your voice dropping to a more serious tone.

No, technically Jax wasn’t yours, but you sure as hell ain’t having her thinking he’s available.

You stare straight through her, standing your ground, still unmoved.

She scoffs, before turning around without another word.

She’s trying to worm her way back at the wrong fucking time.

You’re already inside before Tara gets in her car, she moves quickly though, yanking open her car door and sliding in. Gemma pulls up just as the familiar car disappears down the street. The second she steps out, Abel on her hip, her sunglasses slide down the bridge of her nose, following Tara’s car with a look of pure disgust.

“Well ain’t that just fuckin’ perfect” she mutters, shifting Abel higher as she walks towards the front door.

Gemma lets herself in without hesitation, the second she puts Abel down, he’s off, running straight to you with that big dimpled grin of his.

“Hey honey” you speak, scooping him up effortlessly. His little arms wrap tight around your neck, and as you hold him close, you feel it. The weight of this decision, moving in here, making this place home. It was the right choice. Any doubts you had, long gone.

Gemma drops her keys onto the table, her eyes sharp as she turns to you “that who I think it was?"

You nod, grinding your jaw slightly. “Said she needed to talk to Jax”

Gemma scoffs, shaking her head. You can tell it’s more than just anger, it’s pain, deep seated and old. “She say what about?”

“Didn’t give her the chance” you say simply. “Just told her Jax weren’t in”

Gemma smirks at that, like she’s a little proud “good girl” the softness is fleeting though, her expression hardens again as she sighs deeply.

She bends down leaving a kiss to Abel’s head before leaning in to give you one too. A small gesture that means more than she’ll ever say out loud.

“You need anything? Gotta run to TM for a bit...I’ll let Jax know she’s back”

You shake your head with a small smile “we’re all good”

Gemma nods, satisfied, then ruffles Abel’s hair.

“Bye grandma!” He calls out, already too focused on emptying his toy box to look up.

Gemma laughs, shaking her head as she heads for the door, but before she steps out, she turns to look back at you.

“Don’t let that bitch rattle you”

It has been just over a week since you officially moved in and everything has fallen into place effortlessly. Jax offered to take the couch while he was still here, but of course, that didn't last. Every night, you ended up in his bed, cuddling under the sheets, both of you aching for more but neither of you willing to break first.

The kitchen feels like it’s holding its breath. Tara’s presence fills the space, but it doesn’t quite fit anymore. She came looking for him again ‘needed to talk’. Jax instructed you to stay down here, didn’t want you to think he had any intentions of swaying backwards.

You sit perched on the edge of the kitchen counter, legs crossed, Jax’s oversized tee just covering above your thighs, stirring your coffee with slow and deliberate movements.

Watching.

Tara leans in too close to Jax, her voice softer than necessary and her hand resting lightly on the table near his.

Too close.

Jax doesn’t entertain it though, he doesn’t give her shit. Just sits back in his chair, his expression unreadable.

“I heard about your upcoming trip” Tara says, clearly fishing for information.

“And who told you about that?” His expression dark, leaning back further into his chair.

“The town talks Jax, you of all people should know that” she says comfortably like she has a right to talk to him like that.

“Mhm” is all he hums in response.

“Just thought I should come and see you before…” she trails off, sighing.

Jax exhales sharply, his nose flaring “What are you really doing here Tara?” He questions, not amused in the slightest.

“I’m just saying Jax, I still care…” the scrape of his chair moving backwards drowns out her voice. He knows where she’s going with this and to be honest he doesn’t give a fuck.

Just as jax goes to speak, the front door swings open.

Gemma.

She steps inside, Abel clinging onto her hand. She takes one look at the three of you, eyes moving between Tara and Jax, then to you sitting calmly on the counter.

“Hi daddy!” Abel says, strolling over to him, hugging his leg.

“Hey little man, have fun at grandmas?” Jax says leaving a kiss to his sons head.

“Well” Gemma says, setting her purse down with a thud “Ain’t this a sight?” She laughs.

Tara straightens slightly, clearing her throat “I was just checking in on Jax”

Gemma raises her eyebrow “Right”

“y/n can we play now, I missed you” Abel says, moving quickly into your direction.

“Of course we can baby” you say, pushing yourself off the counter.

You look to Jax who’s standing to your left “I’ll leave you guys to it” you smirk softly.

Tara watching you both closely.

“Yeah” he whispers, brushing his hand against your thigh, leaving it there just a little too long. A simple touch, brief but purposeful.

And then, he kisses you, quickly, but it happens.

Gemma sees it.

Tara sees it.

His way of showing Tara, she has no fucking chance.

The clubhouse is quiet except for the murmur of low voices as the club members gather around the table, the weight of what’s coming hanging over the room. Jax needs to make some things clear before the shit hits the fan.

“We all know the deal” Jax starts, his voice firm, looking around the table, taking in each member’s face. “Some of us will be headin’ to Stockton soon, and it’s gonna get real fucking tight for a while. We need to be clear about what happens next and who’s doing what. No room for mistakes”. He lights his cigarette.

Chibs shifts in his seat, the tension evident in his posture “Aye, we’re ready for what’s comin’”

Jax nods. “Thank you brother”.

They continue to go over plans, outlining how things will run with half the club missing. The pressure of the situation hanging over them, and tying up loose ends.

The conversation shifts to their connections inside and what they can do to ensure their comfort whilst locked up. Jax stresses the importance of staying out of trouble, his voice stern as he makes it clear that he needs to get out the earliest he can.

Jax leans forward, his hands clasped together on the table as he looks around, making sure everyone can see how serious he is. “Gemma’s still runnin’ TM. Any problems, any bullshit you take it to her. She says jump, you ask how high” he doesn’t wait for confirmation, he knows they understand.

He exhales sharply, rubbing the back of his neck before he continues “y/n’s moved in at my place now. Taking care of Abel, looking after the house whilst I’m inside. Anything she needs, money, help, whatever the fuck it is. You make sure she gets it”

Theres a tick of silence before Tig smirks, leaning back in his chair. “Yeah, about that… what’s goin’ on with you two? Huh? Cause she sure as shit ain’t just the nanny”

Jax rolls his jaw, trying to hide his laughter. “She’s takin’ care of my kid and my house. That’s what’s goin on”

Opie chuckles “Come on man. We’ve all seen the way you look at her, and how she looks right back”

Jax laughs, brushing off the questions completely, he didn’t know how to answer, because he doesn’t fucking know himself.

“Look I’m serious, I want someone checkin’ in on her every morning and every night. Gemma too. I don’t want either of em feelin’ like they gotta handle shit on their own. They ask for something? They get it, that clear?”.

A chorus of nods and muttered agreements follow, but the smirks don’t fade. The guys hear what Jax is saying, but they sure as shit don’t believe that’s all there is to it.

You unlock the door ahead of Jax, Abel asleep in his arms. Its the 22nd. His last night before the APB goes wide, before the cops come knocking, before the next few years of his life are ripped away.

The clubhouse had been a storm of booze, laughter and sorrow. Brothers saying their goodbyes, pretending this wasn't the last time they'd all be together for a long fucking time. Jax was thrown off completely when Tara walked in the door. Her voice dripping with fake sweetness, still trying to remind him of what they used to be. Her hand caressed his arm, her eyes searching for any trace of the love they once shared. But Jax had barely made eye contact with her. "Aint got time for this, Tara" He told her, before she left.

He had bigger things on his mind, things that actually fucking mattered. Like his son. Like you. Like what little time he had left before everything changed.

He pulled his Mother to one side before leaving. She cupped his face, her hands pressing into his stubble as she studied him "You come back to us whole Jackson, don’t you dare let that place break you".

Jax nodded, swallowing hard, his throat bobbing as he did so "I got this ma" he said, before pulling her into a hug.

Gemma looked over to you, a sympathetic smile on her face. "I'll be round in the morning sweetheart" Although it’s never been said out loud, Gemma could read Jax. She could read you too. She knew there was something more going on between you both. She was just waiting for someone to admit it.

It was a good night, emotional but for good reason. Jax had cut out early though, taking you and Abel home. He didn't want his last night of freedom to be a blackout blur, he wanted to remember it.

He carries Abel to his room, tucking him in one last time, for a long time. You stand in the doorway, watching the bittersweet moment unfold. Abel doesn't understand what's happening, doesn't know where Jax is going, only that Daddy wont be home for a long time.

You catch the glisten of a tear fall from his eyes as he presses a kiss to Abel's forehead "Daddy loves you" he whispers, before quietly climbing in behind him, holding him close to his chest, letting him fall back to sleep in blissful ignorance.

You wait for him in the bedroom, as he walks in, you rub his shoulders, feeling the weight of everything beneath your fingertips.

He shrugs off his kutte, melting onto the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, like the weight of everything has just fucking hit him.

You kneel between his parted legs, gently pulling his hands away from his face and holding them in your own, pressing them to your lips, your breath warming his hands.

“He’s gonna be fine Jax” you kiss his hand softly. “I promise” you look up at him waiting for a response.

He exhales, his eyes heavy. He knows. He’s always know. Abel loves you and you love him back just as much, he knows his son is in the safest hands.

“It’s not that, y/n. I know he’s safe with you, I just…” He exhales sharply, staring down at his hands in yours. His voice drops to a whisper. “Eight years old”.

You look up to him, your brows pushed together “what?”

He swallows, his throat stuttering. “If we do the full five years… he’ll be eight when I get out. He won’t even remember-”

“Stop” your voice is firm as you cut him off. “You’re not doing five years cause your ass is gonna be as good as gold in there…right?” You arch a brow at him, a small smile on your lips.

A quiet laugh leaves his chest. “Yeah” he nods, the tension in his face easing just slightly.

You push off his legs as you stand, slipping off your shoes before walking over to the mirror. As you unclip your earrings and wipe away your makeup, Jax doesn’t move, just leans back against his elbows, hands over his chest, watching you. Watches the way you move in his space like you’ve always belonged here.

His mind drifts back to the first time he met you, at his mom’s house. The day you watched Abel for the first time. He remembers how reluctant he was, how he didn’t want to leave his son with some ‘random chick’.

Now, he couldn’t Imagine anyone else.

“Jax, Abel’s asleep. Go back to the clubhouse if you want” you say, your voice softer than you intended.

You turn back, wiping your face with a cotton pad, trying to keep yourself together.

He doesn’t move. Just continues watching you. “Nah” he murmurs.“I wanna be here”.

There’s something final in the way he says it. You walk back over, sitting next to him, he sits up, joining you.

He’s looking at you, really looking at you, like he’s memorising every detail. Because this is it. The last time he’ll be this close to you for a long fucking time. The two of you have spent so long pretending, dodging around something that’s always been there.

“y/n…” he shakes his head slightly “I know I’ve already said it, but… thank you” his voice is raw “for doing this for me, for Abel” his eyes still locked on yours, glassy though, fighting back emotions he never lets anyone see. He tilts his head back, bringing hard trying to force the tears away.

Before you can even stop it, a tear slides down your own cheek, you wipe it away slowly. “I’m really gonna miss you Jax” you admit, your leg bouncing with nerves.

“Thank you for trusting me with him…” you let out a breath of laughter. “I love that little boy so fucking much”

Jax gives a small knowing smile. “I know” he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. “And he loves you too”

Then, like he can’t hold it in any longer, like the thought of carrying this with him for the next few years is too much. He finally says it.

“So do I”

It’s quiet, almost hesitant, but his hand reaches for yours, his grip warm as always.

More tears well in your eyes, blurring the sight of him in front of you. He uses his thumb to move them out the way. You’ve waited for this, for so fucking long and of course it happens now, hours before he’s ripped away from you.

“I love you too” the second the words leave your lips, something heavy lifts inside you.

Like you can finally breathe.

He exhales, shaking his head, the slightest laugh leaving his lips as his thumb brushes over your knuckles, “I shoulda told you sooner” he confesses, his voice full of emotion. A tear slipping free before he wipes it away quickly.

“But fuck, I love you y/n” he’s staring at you deeply again. The airs thick with the confessions that have been left unsaid for too long. His blue eyes fixated on you, his chest rising and falling like he’s trying to steady himself.

He lets out a shaky breath, resting his forehead against yours. His hands slide down your back. “I don’t know how to say goodbye to you”

You swallow, “it’s not goodbye” you say, tapping his chin.

That’s all it takes.

He kisses you slowly, like he’s trying to memorise the shape of your lips, the way that you taste and the way you sigh into his mouth.

His hands begin roaming your body with slow touches, mapping you out, branding you in his memory.

He lays you back, hovering over you, his fingers tracing over your skin like he’s afraid he’ll never touch you again.

Maybe he is afraid, maybe that fear is sitting in his chest the same way it’s sitting in yours.

When he finally pushes into you, it’s slow, deep and smooth. Your wetness guiding him in like he belonged. His breath coming out in sharp, uneven exhales as he stretches you open, inch by inch.

A desperate moan escapes your lips, as your body adjusts to his size. Your nails digging into the reaper inked on his back. “Oh…fuck Jax”

His jaw stiffens at the way you say his name, like it’s the only thing holding you together. He rolls his hips, pushing deeper, pulling gasps from you. “Fuuck” he groans, his voice rough, almost pained but more in pleasure “you feel…so fucking good y/n” His arms tighten around you, like if he holds on tight enough, this moment won’t have to end.

Jax moves inside you with slow, forceful strokes. His hands gripping your thighs, fingers melting into your flesh. He’s pulling you closer and deeper. His eyes never leaving yours.

Each thrust sends waves of pleasure rolling through you. But it’s more than that, it’s the way his body fits against yours, the way he groans harshly every time you tighten around him. You don’t just feel him inside you, you feel him everywhere. The way his hands glide over your body, the way he breathes your name, the way he’s making love to you like he’d never get the chance to do it again.

And like the way he whispers ‘I love you’ over and over, each time more desperate than the last.

Everything is devastatingly perfect.

“Look at me” he groans, his voice deep and commanding. You throw your head back in pleasure, breaking the eye contact.

“Don’t look away” his lips brush against yours as he pushes in harder. His stare holds you captive, and the way he’s filling you, bringing you closer and closer, drawing moans out from within.

“Yeah? that feel good darlin’” his hips crashing into you. Your back arches when he adjusts his position slightly, pushing in from a different angle.

“Gonna…fuckin’ miss you… miss this” he mutters, picking up his pace now, his rhythm causing you to gasp for air, your walls tightening further around him. His eyes wincing in pure pleasure.

You can feel it building, that tight, desperate ache, and so can Jax. His fingers slide between you both, rubbing slow against your clit. You’re so fucking close now.

“Don’t…don’t stop Jax…fuc-” he covers your mouth, kissing at your neck.

“That’s it baby” his eyes boring into you, praising you as you fall apart beneath him.

“…Jax…I’m gonna” you were close, so fucking close.

“Not yet, darlin’” he grunts, pushing your legs up higher, hitting that spot that has your vision going white. “I wanna feel you cum with me. Wanna take that with me when I go”

It’s too much, the way he’s moving, the way his chain swings in rhythm to his thrusts, the way he’s looking at you, like you’re his, like you’ve always been his.

“Jax.. I….cant… I’m-” you’re struggling to maintain composure. and then it hits, your body spasming in complete fucking orgasm.

You cry out, gripping at the sheets, gripping at Jax, gripping at whatever the fuck you can. He’s just seconds behind you.

“Fuck, fuck, that’s it…” he groans, following you into fucking bliss. His hips trembling as he spills inside you. He collapses onto his forearms, his breath ragged, he’s a fucking mess, and so are you.

You both stay exactly where you are sweat and sex clinging to the air, your bodies moulded as one.

Tomorrow though, this bed will only contain one of you.

And the other will be behind bars.

The morning Jax left was fucking brutal. Abel didn't understand, and the confusion in his little eyes just about broke everyone's heart. Jax didn't say much, a kiss on Abel's head, a tight hug for his mom and then he pulled you in close.

The kiss he gave you was heavy, like he was trying to say everything he physically couldn't say out loud. "Take care of him" he whispered before adding "I love you".

You choked out the words, barely able to keep it together. "I love you too"

You stood there, holding Abel tightly, his little arms wrapped around your neck like he knew something was wrong.

You watched in silence as Jax swung his leg over his bike, the rumble of the engine cutting through the early morning fog. He didn’t look back, not at you, not at his mother or not at Abel. Just rode off towards the clubhouse, waiting for the inevitable. Gemma, stood next to you with her arms crossed, still silent, but watching.

She had always been watching.

She had saw the way you and Jax looked at each other, the way your hands brushed when no one was supposed to notice. Maybe she never understood exactly what it was between you two, but after hearing Jax tell you he loves you, and you saying it back, there's no question anymore. Whatever this was, it runs deep, and that meant she had something to protect.

Three months.

That’s how long it had been since you last saw him.

Three fucking months since he had you gripping at his back, struggling to breathe.

No phone calls, no letters, nothing. Just an empty bed. A quiet house, and Abel asking where his dad was every damn day.

Jax hasn't been allowed any contact for the first three months of his incarceration and rules were rules. Gemma, had her first visit last week, and finally it was your turn.

The second Jax walked in, he knew he was fucked.

Three months.

Three fucking months with nothing but cold walls, bad food and the memory of him making you moan playing in his head on repeat. He missed Abel, he missed you, he missed home.

And now you were right in front of him, sitting at that metal table looking so fucking good.

His golden locks, shaved down to a messy buzz. His jaw was sharper, covered in rough stubble. His blue eyes, darker. Heavy like he’d seen some shit you knew he wasn’t gonna talk about.

The second he reached you, his arms were around you. Holding you so fucking tight you could barely breathe, but it was perfect. His face buried in your neck, his fingers clenching your waist as if he was trying to convince himself that you were real.

“Missed you so fucking much” he whispered against your skin, his voice rougher than usual.

“Missed you too” you smile against his warmth.

A sharp voice cut through the moment.

“That's enough, Teller”

Jax exhales hard, his jaw tightening as he pulls back to sit down, following the orders from one of the guards. His eyes locked on yours, as you take your seat across from him, smirking and your eyes eating him up.

“You like it Darlin’” he asks, almost smug, running his hand over his head

Your lips curl into a smile. “I think I like it a little too much” you say, shifting in your seat.

He breaths deeply out of his nose as he adjusts in his seat, the heat spreading through his body “yeah?”

“Yeah” you repeat. Biting your lower lip, your eyes locked on him. Silent, but saying everything.

He knows exactly what you’re thinking, exactly what would happen if there weren’t so many eyes on you both. He lets out a low, rough laugh. Dragging his tongue over his teeth, his jaw tight. He shakes his head, rolling his shoulders as the frustration sets in.

Three months without you, without a real fucking touch. And now you’re right in front of him, looking at him like that, and he can’t do a damn thing about it.

It’s fucking torture.

You could tell Jax was trying to steady himself, the frustration simmering just beneath his surface. You decided it was time to shift the focus.

Give him something to hold onto.

“Abel’s doing well” you say softly, watching his face for a sign of relief. “Started preschool on Tuesday. He’s a little shy but he’s getting there” you laugh “the teachers love him, said he’s picking things up really fast”

Jax’s lips twitch nto a smile “that’s my boy” he mutters, but you could see the small flash of regret etched across his face.

“He talks about you a lot” you continue, leaning forward a little.

“Asks when you’re coming home all the time…we’ve told him you’re at the cabin...looking after all the animals” you laugh as the memory of Abel’s innocent excitement runs through your mind when you explained that to him.

His jaw goes stiff, his lips pressing into a hard line as he nods, taking in everything you’re saying. “Hate not being there” he sighs, rubbing a hand over his face.

Jax leans forward, joining you now. His hand instinctively reaching for yours, the desperate need to touch you evident in his eyes. But before he can even reach you, the same voice cuts through the air.

“Hands on the table teller! No contact!” The guard barks, his tone stern.

Jax gives him a death stare, before turning back to you, his palms laying flat against the cool table.

“You sure about this babe?” He leans forward, his eyes darkening.

“Sure about what?”

He sucks in a breath, now holding onto the sides of the cold scratched table. “about us y/n. You sure this is what you want?”

You stare at him, the gravity of the question hitting you hard. “I’m not going anywhere Jax…I fucking love you”

You want him. You want all of him. If that meant waiting, then it’s exactly what you’re gonna do.

His expression softens.

“I love you too babe” he whispers the words, low and certain. Like they were never in doubt. His fingers twitch restlessly, wanting to reach for yours, but he stops himself. You can see it in his eyes, the same look he gave you that night before he had to leave, he wants you.

“You know… when Gemma came to see me last week, she wouldn’t shut up about you. Said you’ve been handling things, taking care of Abel like he was your own… she’s proud of you y/n…I…fuck, I’m proud of you too”

You hesitate for a moment before your curiosity gets the better of you “Did Gemma tell you what Abel’s been asking?” You ask, your voice quieter now, like you’re unsure how to even bring it up.

Jax looks at you, a slight furrow in his brow, waiting for you to elaborate. You take a breath, not sure how Jax will react. “He keeps asking if he can call me mommy” you pause, then continue, almost sounding apologetic. “I said we’d talk about it, I didn’t know what to say to him Jax, I don’t wanna mess him up” you look up, waiting to see his reaction.

Jax leans back in his seat, his expression softening a little as he watches you. His hands rests on the table; his fingertips brushing against the cold metal. His eyes flicker over your face, like he’s trying to read you.

“I told you, y/n” he starts, his voice raspy “Abel cares about you. I’ve always seen it in him. He loves and trust you, big time”

You nod slowly, your fingers fiddling nervously. “I know” you say quietly “but I don’t want people thinking I’m overstepping or… trying to replace his…his real m-" Jax cuts you off before you can even finish the word.

His eyes narrow, but there’s still a hint of a smile. He’s leaning into you again, his elbows on the table. “Y/n you’re not ‘replacing’ anyone. If he wants to call you that, that’s on him, not you…” he runs a hand through his unkept beard before he continues “…and if he wants to say it, you don’t need to overthink it. You just… you just answer him”

You nod hesitantly at first, but then Jax’s words sink in. He shuffles forward again, his hands now gently resting on yours. When has he ever followed the rules?

“Hands, Teller! Don’t let me have to tell you again!”

Jax’s attention moves over to the guard. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t back down. His hands stay right on top of yours for just a second longer, then with a dramatic motion, he places them back on the table.

“Yeah, I heard you” Jax mumbles, his tone sarcastic. He looks away from the guard, attention back on you now.

“good as gold… remember?” You raise your eyebrow.

“I know babe, I know” Jax chuckles.

You lean in slightly, lowering your voice so only he can hear “You need to keep your cool, Jax” you pause looking around discreetly making sure no one else is listening in “the sooner you’re out, the sooner we can pick up where we left off” a filthy smile tugging at your lips, your eyes enforcing a challenge and you can see how it’s affecting him.

His eyes glaze over as he watches you, a low growl leaving him. “Fuck, y/n don’t start”

“What?” You tease, “what’s wrong?” Your eyes glinting.

He breathes sharp, his hands, now fists tap against the metal “y/n” he almost warns.

But then he breaks, “Can’t wait to get my fucking hands on you”.

You lean in a fraction closer, letting your words sink in deep "I need you so fucking bad, Jax" your tone laced with desire. Your leg slides subtly under the table, moving against his.

The forbidden touch heightened to the fucking max.

"Don't fucking tease me, y/n" he growls, looking over his shoulder, before snapping his attention back to you "You don't know how fuckin' bad I want you, I've been thinkin' bout that night for the past three months. The way you moaned my name, your pussy holdin' on to me so fuckin' tight" He tilts his head to the left, analysing your reaction.

You bite your lip, the words sinking into you, right fucking into you. His roughness, the way he talks about you, its making you fucking wet.

"You thinking about what you could be doing to me right now?" your wide eyes tracking his every movement. "Me bent over this table, your dick buried deep inside me?" You let your leg move again, knowing it’s driving him fucking wild.

His breath hitches as he struggles to maintain control, his cock pushing up into the fabric of his orange uniform.

He grunts hanging his head in complete desperation. "Fucking tease" he shakes his head, trying to think of anything but that. And just as the air between the two of you is about to combust, Jax's favourite guard pipes up.

"Visitations over!"

Jax looks up, noticing the other inmates and family members saying goodbye. He shoots you a look, shaking his head "This is fucking ridiculous" he mutters, he stays where he is, doesn't move. His body still stiff with unreleased desire. You hold back a laugh, standing up from the table yourself.

"You're gonna need to step away from the table, Teller" one of the guards orders, walking towards you.

Still, he doesn't move, his face flush as he takes a deep breath, his eyes burning into yours, full of frustration and unsatisfied need.

Reluctantly, Jax leans back. He's trying to hide it, but its too obvious.

The guard, close enough now looks down at him, then back at Jax's face, not even trying to hide his amusement. "Maybe hover for a sec, Teller, unless you want everyone to see how much you enjoyed yourself" he then turns to you, "Say your goodbyes, make it quick" You press in close, feeling every inch of him, it takes everything in him not to groan out loud.

His arms lock around you in a grip that says he’s not ready to let go, not now, not ever. His breath is hot against your ear as he whispers, raw and low. "I love you, y/n"

Your fingers dig into his back as you tell him the same.

Meaning every fucking word.

But then his lips brush your jaw “You do that shit again...” his voice drops even lower, pure fucking menace “...I don’t give a fuck where we are, I’ll make you feel me”

Before you can react, he crashes his mouth to yours, the kiss possessive and affectionate. "Enough!" The guards voice booms, He eyes you both up and down "You've had your fucking time to cool down, now get moving!"

And just as quickly, he pulls away, smirking as he strolls back to the doors, another night with you on his mind.

Life's been a constant blur of routine since Jax's been locked up. You've settled into the rhythm of taking care of Abel, making sure he's doing okay at preschool, watching him grow more independent by the day. There's been a lot of quiet nights, just the two of you. Abel watching cartoons while you sneak just the one glass of wine to take the edge off.

Gemma, she's been your rock, though at times it felt more like you were hers. The two of you had become inseparable, laughing over drinks and talking about everything and nothing. You'd never expected to get so close to her, but it felt good to have someone who truly understood the weight of what you were going through.

She sets her drink down, her voice low but direct, how it always is "So, what exactly is going on between you and Jax?"

You freeze for a second, caught off guard. Gemma's been quiet on the subject, never pushing but tonight, she just wants to know.

"I love him Gem..." you admit "…I'm here and I'm waiting for him".

Gemma's quiet for a moment, watching you carefully, but you see the understanding in her eyes "and he loves you too" she smiles.

Tara's still in town, still working at the hospital like nothings changed. You never say a word to each other, just quick glances, the tension thick as fucking smoke. Maybe she knows, maybe she doesn't either way, it doesn't fucking matter.

She's out of Jax's life now, and you aren't going anywhere.

Jax sat hunched on his bunk, the faint hum of the other inmates floating through the cells, the pen heavy in his hands as he tried to find the right words. It’s been just under a year since he’s been locked up.

Just beneath his ‘Abel’ tattoo,fresh, healing scars. Permanent reminders of the shit he’s been going through whilst in here. He finished up writing his letter, marking little pictures in the corners of the paper, this was new to him, he’d never written a letter to you before.

It wasn’t much, it didn’t need to be. He knew you’d understand. Jax pushed the pen down, finishing the letter with his name, before folding it and shoving it in an envelope.

It wasn’t sentimental, but it was real. It was all he had to give from this fucking cage.

He grabbed another sheet, this one dedicated to Abel.

Opie knocked twice before stepping inside, hands shoved in his pockets. Participating in the daily routine, one of the remaining Sons coming to check on you, like fucking clockwork. You were curled up on the coach, one of Jax's hoodies drowning you.

"Nice to see you too, Ope"

He ignored the sarcasm, taking a seat in the armchair across from you. "Gemma said you've been quite these past few days"

You shrugged "So?"

"Not like you" He gave you a concerned look.

"Just tired Ope" you exhale, rubbing your temples.

Opie leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I remember a time when you were just Abel's Nanny, Now you're livin' in Jax's house, wearin' his clothes, visitin' him in Stockton...like an old lady"

You gaze over to him, no words, just a hum in response, gripping the fabric of Jax's hoodie. Old lady The words repeat in your head, fuck, I guess technically, you are. Opie studied you for a long moment, and then finally nodded. "Alright" He stood, "Just dont lose yourself in all this shit" Before he leaves, Opie tosses an envelope onto the coffee table, the edges slightly crinkled. "This came to the clubhouse, but its meant for you" he says, his voice low, not as harsh as before. "From Jax"

You stare at the envelope for a second, Opie doesn't say another word, He gives you a quick look, then he turns to leave, giving you space to open it.

Jax had been in for almost a year now, and in all that time, there hadn't been a single letter. Just the occasional phone calls and visits. It was always you going to him, you waiting by the phone. But this, this was something new.

Photos & gifs used do not belong to me. Apart from being edited, and creating the letter (Well proud of that lol)

For the lovely @bonnyclydecat hope you love it! Ngl, as usual, I got carried away with the smut and feel like the fluff wasn’t enough, so apologies for that lol.

Also, this could deffo have a part 2? Like when Jax gets out of prison??? Alexa play Coal War by Joshua James 🤤🫶🏽

Jax Teller Masterlist

Please continue to send in requests, I’m getting through them one at a time 🖤

xoxo secretly samcro

[stilinski-ortiz-dolan]

What are you doing, cruising for widows?

[persephone411]

Imagine Jax Teller breaking your bed

It starts rough ,like it always does with Jax when he’s had a long day at the clubhouse. His rings are on your nightstand, his kutte draped over the chair, and all that pent-up frustration is being worked out through his hands gripping your thighs, your hips, the sheets.

You moan something incoherent in return, breathless, lost in the weight of him pressing you into the mattress, his rhythm getting deeper and harder as he chases release like it’s a high. His hand slips under your lower back to arch you up just right, and that’s when it happens.

CRACK.

The whole bed jerks violently under you, the wooden slats beneath snapping like dry twigs. Jax freezes mid-thrust. You both go tumbling with a loud thud, the mattress dipping awkwardly, half-collapsing under his weight.

“…Shit.”

You blink confused up at him, still beneath his heavy, tattooed body, his blonde hair falling in his face, sweat dripping from his brow. There’s a long pause. Then:

He laughs.

Loud, genuine, unfiltered laughter. The kind that rumbles in his chest as he buries his face in your neck, his muscular shoulders shaking.

“You broke my bed,” you say, trying not to giggle yourself.

“Nah,” he murmurs, lips brushing your skin. “We broke your bed. Proud of that, actually.”

Jax shifts slightly, and the mattress lets out another pained creak. You both freeze, then burst out laughing again.

“Guess I owe you a new frame.”

“And a floor session tonight?”

He lifts his head, eyes dark and mischievous.

“Baby, I’ll fuck you on the floor, the wall, the damn roof if you let me. But we’re not done yet.”

So that night ends with you both on the floor, tangled in a blanket, your legs over his shoulders, the busted bed looming beside you like a badge of honor. And the next morning? He’s bragging about it at the clubhouse.

[ravennaortiz]

Aww! Love all these 💜

Love your writing babe💕

I wanna ask how would the Sons react to you flinching during a heated argument?

Thank you!

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

☾‧₊˚ ⋅ ― female reader. no description of features. no mentions of size, race or age.

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𝗝𝗮𝘅 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

It starts with a rare argument. He's stressed—club business, Abel, pressure from every direction. You ask a simple question and it sets him off more than it should.

His voice rises. Not yelling, but sharp, tense, carrying that dangerous edge he rarely directs at you.

He throws his hands up in frustration, stepping toward you.

You flinch—just slightly—but enough.

Everything stops.

His whole body stiffens. Eyes wide. He looks like you punched him in the chest.

“Did I just… did you just flinch?” His voice cracks, soft now, and filled with disbelief.

You try to brush it off, but he’s already coming toward you slowly, hands held out like he’s approaching a scared animal.

“Babe, no. No, no, no… I would never hurt you.”

He pulls you into his arms and wraps you in the safest embrace. He smells like leather and smoke and warmth.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmurs into your hair. “I never want to be someone you’re afraid of.”

After that, he won’t let go for a while. Kisses your forehead, your hands, your cheeks.

You spend the rest of the night on the couch tangled together, soft whispers, promises under breath.

He starts talking more after that, checking in emotionally, less bottling up, more letting you in.

𝗢𝗽𝗶𝗲 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

Opie rarely gets loud with you. But this time? It’s about something serious. He’s overwhelmed, scared.

His voice is deeper than usual, and when he slams the table for emphasis, it startles you.

You flinch—instinctive and quick.

He sees it and instantly backs off, his expression breaking into raw regret.

“Shit. No, baby, no…” His voice drops to a whisper, pain etched in every syllable.

He steps back like he’s afraid he’s tainted the air around you. “Did I scare you?”

You try to say it’s okay, but he shakes his head, eyes glassy.

“I would rather cut off my own hands than lay one on you. You hear me?”

He crouches down to your eye level, gently taking your hands in his.

There’s a long silence where he just holds you, pressing soft kisses into your knuckles.

“You’re my safe place. I’m supposed to be yours.”

You spend the evening curled together, his large hands stroking your back, his voice low and comforting.

After that, Opie becomes fiercely protective—not just physically, but emotionally. You never have to doubt his heart again.

𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

Happy’s not a yeller. But this time he’s pacing, growling under his breath, wound tight like a spring.

He slams his fist into the wall. Not at you, just frustration and you flinch hard.

He freezes mid-motion, eyes flicking to yours with razor-sharp awareness.

“No,” he breathes, voice low. “No, girl. Don’t do that.”

He immediately steps away, hands up. “I ain’t mad at you. Never at you.”

You’re silent, but he sees the way your shoulders tense.

Happy walks back slowly and kneels in front of you. “Look at me.”

His eyes are softer than you’ve ever seen. “I’m sorry. I scared you. I hate that I scared you.”

He pulls you into his arms and holds you so tight you can barely breathe, but it’s comforting, grounding.

“You’re safe with me. Always. I swear to God.”

He doesn’t say a lot—but his actions afterward speak volumes.

He’s extra gentle for days. Forehead kisses. Rubbing your back while you sleep. Whispering “I got you” like a mantra.

You learn that even the roughest man has a heart made of gold—especially when it’s beating for you.

𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗯𝘀 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

The accent is thick when he’s emotional, and right now it’s flying.

He’s not yelling, but he’s stern—sharp, fast, tired, and overwhelmed.

When he suddenly turns to gesture at the wall, you flinch instinctively.

He sees it. Stops talking mid-sentence.

“Aw, lass…” His face collapses. “Did I just…? No. Christ, no.”

He walks over to you with tears already welling. “I’d never raise a hand to ya. Never.”

Gently cups your face, thumbs brushing away the fear. “It’s me, love. It’s your Filip.”

He kisses your forehead and then your nose and then just holds you.

“I hate that I scared you. I’m sorry. I’m so damn sorry.”

He keeps whispering apologies in Gaelic, soft and soothing. “You’re safe, mo chridhe. Always safe with me.”

Later he makes you tea, wraps you in a blanket, and watches over you like a sentinel.

That night, you fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat and his whispered lullabies against your ear.

𝗧𝗶𝗴 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

The argument is chaos—Tig’s emotions are always volcanic, unpredictable.

He’s rambling, pacing, spiraling, and he kicks a chair out of frustration.

You flinch, a full-body jolt.

Everything about him stills. His eyes go wide. “No. No, no, no…”

“Did you just flinch, baby? Because of me?”

He drops to his knees in front of you, hands trembling.

“No no no no no. I talk big, baby, but I’d never touch you like that.”

He presses his forehead to your stomach, shaking slightly. “Please don’t be afraid of me. I’m just a mess who loves you too loud.”

You stroke his curls and he clings to you like a lifeline.

“I lose it sometimes. But not with you. You’re my light, doll.”

He pulls you into his lap on the floor and wraps his arms around you tightly.

Later, he won’t stop touching you—gentle caresses, forehead nuzzles, murmuring how much he loves you.

Tig becomes weirdly sweet afterward, even more protective and emotionally honest than before.

𝗝𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗲 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

He’s not angry at you. He’s angry at himself—paranoia, club pressure, tech issues—everything’s piling up.

You try to calm him, but when he knocks his laptop off the table in frustration, you flinch and back up.

His whole face crumbles.

“No. No. I didn’t mean to—did I scare you?”

He rushes to you, frantic and teary-eyed. “Please don’t be scared of me. I could never hurt you.”

He’s instantly all over you, cupping your face, brushing your hair back.

“You’re the only person who’s ever made me feel okay. Please… please don’t pull away from me.”

You reassure him, and he just collapses into your arms, sobbing softly against your neck.

“I’m sorry. I’m such a screw-up. I just— I love you. So much.”

You hold him until the storm passes.

That night he makes it up to you a thousand ways—words, touch, cuddles, kisses, every bit of him desperate to show he’s safe.

Juice is gentler after that. More deliberate. Always watching your cues, asking if you’re okay.

It becomes a turning point—he lets you in more, lets you help with his internal storms.

[blackthornluce]

SONS OF ANARCHY (2008 – 2014) 7X01 « Black Widower »

[bellaxgiornata]

I'm currently working on two headcanon pieces that absolutely no one asked for, but I'm writing them anyway:

Some angsty thoughts for Matt Murdock (I'm keeping the topic a surprise, but it's been a bit since I shared something for our Devil)

Soft boyfriend!Jax headcanons (because he needs them and so do we)

[ravennaortiz]

Brownie - Jax ex flame and Chibs.

Please enjoy this brownie! As always 18+

Jax sat at the clubs bar smoking and sipping at his beer. His mind filled with all the memories of you two that had exploded from the chest in his mind the moment you walked in. He couldn't blame Chibs and he had given his blessing, but still it shocked him when you two walked in tonight. You in his favorite dress he loved to bunch up during club parties and fuck you in,nails digging into is shoulders as you panted his name in his ear.

Its what led him to confronting you about using Chibs. You made it very clear he was out of line and an asshole. Chibs had taken you to his dorm to cool off. But judging from the loud moans and the screams of fuck me harder daddy and breed me carrying from the hall he had done the opposite of cooling you off.

"You okay?" inquired Juice as he stood next to Jax. Wincing as another round of moans filled the space.

Jax snubbed out his cigarette before speaking. "Never stopped loving her" he stated as he patted Juice on the shoulder and slid off the stool. His keys jangling as he dug them out of his pocket as he made his way to the door.

[persephone411]

I will always be obsessed with that scene

SOA S1E2

[secretlysamcro]

can I ask what the thought was you had…with Jax and the cnc 👀

YES you fucking can because if one persons asks I’m doing it 🤣 basically the thought was whilst I was reading one of my books. Lights out to be specific. As I was reading it I was thinking “omg imagine moving in next to Jax and he finds out you either write fanfics or actual dark romance aka complete fucking smut novels about bikers, then my mind went to Jax giving you the most hands on “research” for your next book that may include some cnc things” 👀

[nyxvuxoa]

Charlie Hunnam as Jax Teller ⤷ Sons of Anarchy, S01E01 | 2008