#Jax teller x F!reader

[rayslittlekitten]

All Eyes On You

A/N: Okay, it's finally done. This did not go where I had initially imagined it but I mostly like how this came out. I think it's kinda different from what I've written in the past. I tried to make this PWP and Jax being savage but I always add softness to Jax. I can't help it. Also, I don't know how porn sets are so, yeah. Didn't want to focus too much on the logistics of all that. Also, clearly this is AU. Hope this doesn't disappoint.

Rating: E (18+ ONLY)

Word Count: 3,597

Pairing: Pornstar!Jax x Pornstar!F!Reader

Plot: Getting railed by Jax Teller is only one of the perks of your job.

Contains: porn star/shooting porn, sex work, some D/s dynamics, sex (PiV), oral sex (F and M receiving), exhibitionism, voyeurism, degradation, humiliation, name-calling (slut, whore), light spanking, light choking, dirty talking, masturbation, praising (good girl), cream pie, a quick moment of edging if you squint, aftercare

"We need to find more honest ways of living."

Since Jax became President, he has wanted to steer the club away from the guns and other underground dealings. He was open to all ideas and for him, no idea was a bad idea until it’s been tried. When his business partner running the SAMCRO-funded and protected porn production company jokingly suggested for Jax to star in a few movies, he actually considered it. Getting paid to have sex? He's already doing it for free. Everyone's gotta earn their keep, right? Would it be too degrading? He's supposed to be the leader and he's leading his club into selling their bodies, maybe even their dignity. Not to mention the conflict of interest. Still, he brought it up to the table anyway and they voted on it. Surprisingly most voted yes, although mostly for pure amusement. 

What started as a joke to them actually became one of their honest ways of earning. Well, at least for Jax. The others didn't have the balls to do it, but that didn’t stop them from reaping the benefits of tagging along with Jax whenever he had to go shoot some scenes. Money doesn't lie and when they saw their revenue continuously multiply shortly after his debut released, they knew they had a cash cow. Since then, Jax had dedicated a day each month to shooting his scenes. As long as he agrees with the script, he has no problem. Sometimes he'd even make suggestions. He gets producer credit for those as well.

His content is the most exclusive one they have so they strategically make less of it. Gotta keep teasing his fans. Besides, he actually enjoys the attention. If it was any possible, his ego has inflated to be bigger than his dick and that in itself says a lot. It was as if God himself designed him to be a porn star. It was so effortless for him.

Their business has expanded so they their talent pool did as well and let's just say there is no shortage of women  - and men - wanting a chance at fucking Jax Teller. You're just happy that you're one of them who made the cut.

Your legs are pushed back to your chest as Jax has his face in between your thighs. You toss and turn your head, feeling his tongue and lips licking and sucking your folds. As you look off camera, you notice there are so many pairs of eyes on you as you lay there naked, spread so wide for the whole world to see your pussy getting eaten out by Jax Teller, suddenly getting a rush. Jax flips you over on your belly and he yanks your hips back so you're on your knees with your ass popped up. He shoves his face back in and you push back, moaning when you feel the tip of his nose nudge your asshole. Jax moves away and aligns himself with you. He shoves his thick, hard cock inside of you and you yelp. 

You brace yourself on the bed and turn your head to look behind you, at Jax as he pounds away, already quickly building an orgasm. You notice someone in the far corner behind Jax touching himself through the front of his jeans and you make eye contact, or so you think. He's a bit under the shadows and a studio light is blinding you, but it doesn't matter. This man is turned on by you getting fucked and that's turning you on. You can feel yourself getting more arousd with each plunge Jax takes and each stroke the mysterious man makes.

"Fuck, you're so wet," Jax growls.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" You warn and before you know it, your muscles contract on his cock and you moan out loud, maybe embellishing your cries just a little.

Jax continues to fuck you hard and fast, drawing out your orgasm.

"That's my girl," he praises and then smacks your ass.

"CUT! Let's get behind them and get a shot of her getting fucked from behind. Back in positions!" the director shouts.

"You alright?" Jax checks on you.

"Yeah, that was a good one," you breathe out while you wiggle your ass back into position, opening and exposing yourself to him and the camera.

"Think you can do that again, sweetheart?" he asks as his thumb slowly slides in and out of the entrance of your dripping slit, teasing you. 

You push back and mewl. Talents aren't supposed to engage in any sexual contact while cameras aren't rolling. Although it's not a perfect system, it helps to keep interactions professional and avoid unwanted advances. Fluffers exist for a reason. You and Jax are an exception though. You've been scene partners for a while now and are very comfortable with each other. You can't really say how it is for the other women he's done scenes with, but when you and Jax are fucking, you feel it in your soul and you know he can too. There's just this playful and cozy rapport between you two that allows you both to work together very well.

You swear Jax, the pleasure dom that he is - and what his onscreen alter ego is known for - always makes it a point to pull as many orgasms as he can out of you and you can't even fake yours. Not with him. He can tell when they're real but with him, you don’t even need to fake them. Your exes couldn't even figure out 10% of the ways Jax has learned the ins and outs of your body. Heck, he taught you a few things about your own body. 

Between cut and action are the times your pussy aches the most, missing the fullness of Jax's thick cock, stretching you out in all the best ways. People have said porn is fake, but it's not. Scripted? Sure, but it's not fake, at least not all of it. Actual penises are actually penetrating actual vaginas, assholes and mouths. You've sure tasted enough semen to know it's real. Your bruised cervix is more proof of it. Don't forget the sore jaw, but they're all worth it especially if it's all because of Jax. You're also reminded of why you love doing what you do when you notice all eyes on you and Jax again.

"Quiet on set!" the director warns. "Aaaand ACTION!"

You gasp when Jax shoves back into you without warning. He angles himself in favor of the camera, but pushes in deeper and faster. Your eyes wander again and find these two men wearing kuttes off to the side watching. You recognize the one you make eye contact with and you maintain it while getting railed. You've seen him around sometimes whenever Jax comes by. He smacks your ass and you yelp, pushing back against him, chasing another release. The man you're having a staring contest with shifts uncomfortably while adjusting the front of his jeans. You reach for your bare breasts and start pinching your nipples. Your hips stutter when you feel an orgasm close to sliding into home base. You clench and moan as you get closer and closer. 

"CUT! Okay that should be enough coverage. Moving on to uh..."

You growl in frustration when Jax stills his hips.

"Sorry, baby. I'd give you relief, but I think maybe we should save that for the camera," he teases as he makes his cock twitch while still inside you, making you cockwarm him between takes.

"Okay, so we're gonna transition to blowjob. Let's start from where we left off. Jax pulls out and then she turns around and sucks him off," the director tells the crew. "Then at some point, Jax, you put her on her back and go missionary."

You shudder suddenly when Jax spreads your juices around with the pad of his thumb and starts teasing your asshole with it, putting just the slightest pressure.

"Jax..." you pant.

"Shh. Be a good girl and hold it," he coos. ”Can you do that for me, baby?”

The line between fantasy and reality definitely blurs for the both of you sometimes, but you both also just enjoy each other that much. Finally they call action again and Jax starts giving you a few short shallow pumps, making you wail from relief, until he pulls out and spanks you.

"Come suck my dick," he commands, holding his cock out for you.

You manage to turn around so you're on your knees and elbows, face to face with his hard cock that's soaked in your juices. You immediately put your lips over his dark red tip and bob up and down, taking more and more of him each time you push in. As you jerk him, you ram his cock into the back of your throat, fitting as much of him as you can. Feeling your gag reflex surfacing, you encourage it to happen and then Jax fists your hair, pulling out a bit and pushing back in. 

“Danny, go in for the close up of her,” the director jumps in.

When the cameraman moves in, Jax palms the back of your head and you remove your hand to deep throat him again. He gently pushes your head down and you relax your throat, trying to get more of him. When you gag again, intentionally doing it audibly, he instantly lets go and you pull him out. He grabs your chin and tilts your face up so he can see it. Tears leak out of your eyes and spit from your puffy, slick lips.

"Look at you. So pretty," he praises.

His baby blues penetrate your misty eyes. You don't know if he's just a great actor or as charming as people claim he is, but you believe, at least in the moment, that he thinks you're pretty. You continue to look up at him, playing into the camera, as this is a close up.

"Get on your back," he tells you.

As you turn over and Jax climbs over you, the cameraman steps out of your personal space, returning back to a wider shot. Jax leans down and smashes his lips over yours. His hand comes up to your face and cradles the side of it as he deepens the kiss. You kiss back, slipping your tongue between his lips and licking his pearly whites. He opens up his mouth and intertwines his own tongue with yours, tasting each other. Breaking the kiss, he pulls back, kneels and brings one of your legs up to spread them without blocking the camera’s view. He taps his cock against your clit and then slides the tip up and down your slit, teasing you, causing you to moan and your hips to jerk. He finally pushes inside of you and you arch your back. He pumps away as he holds your leg up, the muscles of his tattooed back flexing with each push and pull.

“Are you gonna cum again?” he asks.

You prop yourself up on your elbows and look down at where you meet. Your fingers reach in and you start rubbing your clit.

“Fuck, yeah, keeping touching yourself,” he encourages. “I want to feel you cum all over my cock again.”

With your next orgasm reaching the edge, your eyes wander to the man in the shadows behind Jax again. You see his hand is now in his pants and he’s unabashedly rubbing one out to this whole scene. Maybe he doesn’t think you can see him. You rub yourself a little faster and his hand matches your pacing.

“Oh god…” you start as you get closer to popping.

Jax drives into you faster and harder and before you know it, the coil snaps inside you and you cry out and arch up, thrashing as you ride the wave. You’ve already lost count of how many you’ve had as you’ve been doing this with Jax on and off already for the last hour or so.

“CUT! Okay, I think we’re gonna get to the money shot now. Are you ready for that Jax?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” he replies. “Can we get five?”

“Alright. Let’s do five!” the director shouts.

As the crew breaks, you let your legs fall to the sides and stretch out a bit while Jax slips off the bed, standing next to it. He starts massaging your hips and helps you rotate your leg one at a time.

“How do you feel? Do you need a longer break?”

“No, I’m good. Let’s just finish this,” you reply. “You really like to stretch me out. It’s like I’m getting a yoga session in whenever we pair up. In fact, it’s probably good for my body.”

“Here we go, biiiig stretch,” he says as he throws one of your legs over, twisting your torso and applying firm pressure on your thigh, stretching out your lower back and glutes. Then he does the same with the other side.

A satisfying moan rumbles from your throat as you feel your muscles loosening.

"Are you ready to show everyone what a fucking star you are?" Jax asks as you straighten your body out.

Your smile reaches your eyes and that tells Jax all he needs to know. You sit up and then bring your legs behind you to kneel on the bed. Jax licks his lips as he looks at you with an equally proud smirk. While biting your lower lip, you reach down and start stroking his semi-hard cock, bringing it back to life.

As people start returning to set, the director checks on the both of you.

“Just another minute,” Jax winks at the director as you continue to jerk him.

“Alright, everyone in your places!” 

You start changing up your pace and technique, making him hiss and groan.

“Lay back,” Jax directs you and you fall back to return to your previous position.

He climbs back onto the bed and repositions you to the same one he put you in before the break and pushes into you, your dampness still so present. Your body melts, feeling so delightfully full again. 

“Are we rolling?” the director asks. After confirmation, he calls action.

Jax pumps a few times into you, getting you both back on track. He pushes your leg back even more, spreading you out and changing his angle. When it feels like the right time, he then switches positions, curling up behind you and slipping himself back inside you, still holding your leg up and back.

His other hand snakes up to the front of your throat and he pulls your head back. You can hear him panting right into your ear as he thrusts away, You couldn’t be anymore exposed right now with your legs splayed open so wide and Jax fucking you from behind. Only way this could get better is if you had a few more cocks to fill your other holes.

“Look at all those people looking at you,” Jax grunts quietly into your ear, meant only for you and not the camera. “Watching you being such a fucking slut for me.”

His words just about pushed you closer to yet another orgasm which you know is the intentions behind them. You push back against him, trying to match his thrusts and get a deeper penetration as you glance over at all the people watching you. Jax starts pinching your nipple and you feel it shoot down below your belly.

“They’re memorizing how your juicy pussy looks and sounds as I pound into you. Imagining it’s their cock your pussy is gripping. The sexy sounds you make every time I stroke you just right. How shameless you are and loving every fucking second of it.” Jax’s dirty talk is rapidly fueling your next release and it’s evident as the wet sounds get even louder.

"I bet those perverts are gonna sniff these sheets after the shoot too just to feel a little closer to you."

Nothing gets you off more than knowing the power you know you have over your viewers. The thrill of them watching you getting stretched out and brazenly defiled especially when they need to jerk off to you, imagining they are the ones balls deep inside you. You don't get to see most of your actual audience but the thought is enough to intoxicate you. It also helps that Jax knows how you bring the inner slut out of you. The dirtier it gets, the more you want. You're putting on a different kind of show than what your viewers may think. You're not doing this for them; you're doing this purely for yourself, getting off on these people watching you on display.

“They’re storing it in their spank bank for later and when they need to rub one out, they’ll pull it right up, jerking themelves and cumming to you because you so desperately need to get fucked like a whore over and over again, cumming all over every cock that fills up your pussy,” Jax adds as he punches up into you, your ass slapping against the top of his thighs. The squelching increases with each thrust, pushing your arousal out of you.

You also get a different kind of rush from being so sexually freeing. The blood rushes to your face and your groin when you suddenly feel like you’ve been caught doing something so naughty. Shamefully being shameless as your holes get stuffed over and over again. Embarrassed to be seen in such a state but at the same time not wanting to stop because it just feels so damn good to the point you don’t care who is watching.

"You're gonna give me one more?" Jax asks as he continues to pound into you. “Huh, baby?”

He hooks his arm under your knee to hold it back, spreading you even wider and this time, it’s his long slender fingers that dip down between your legs to rub your clit. 

"Come on, baby. Cum on my cock again," he encourages. “Just one more time.”

You slam your hips back against him, chasing your next release. Between his fingertips digging into the sides of your neck, the sweet filthy words spilling into your ear and him driving his hard, thick and long cock into your cunt, your body is already close to the end, but now him rubbing your swollen clit, it launches you right over to the line.

“Be a good girl and cum for me,” he grits.”Cum for me, you fucking slut.”

With that, your eyes roll back and you cry out. You are convulsing over him, your walls clamping down hard over his cock. 

“That’s it! That’s my fucking girl,” he growls.

His pacing maintains even after you stop flopping around.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum too,” Jax pants, and then lets out a low moan as he empties himself inside you.

“Great! Danny, make sure you get a close up of the cream pie shot,” the director reminds him.

After Danny quickly repositions himself, Jax slowly pulls out of you and slaps your clit a few times, making you shudder. His hand reaches between your legs and spreads your lips open. You bear down and push his seed out of you. It leaks out of you and runs down to the crack of your ass. With your juices mixed in with his, he coats your lips with it using his fingers and runs it over your clit as well before sliding his fingers inside you, gently pushing it back in.

Jax turns your head to face him and leans in to kiss you tenderly. 

“Okay, that’s a wrap! Let’s break and clean up for the next shoot.” 

You continue to lazily make out with him, even well after cut was called. As the crew works around you and Jax, you stay lying in bed for a few more moments while stretching your muscles. Jax slips some shorts on and re-joins you, cuddling and spooning you after draping your robe over your naked body.

“Jax!” you giggle as he kisses a trail up the back of your shoulder and neck.

It’s almost unheard of but Jax always gives you aftercare after every shoot, especially the ones where it gets a bit degrading and painful. He does that with all his scene partners, but sometimes you like to imagine he only does it with you. Your mind starts drifting, falling into this comfortable and peaceful lull as he runs his fingers up and down your body that’s cocooned in his.

“Hey,” he nudges the tip of his nose against the back of your ear as he inhales your scent, waking you from your state.

“Hm?” you reply drowsily.

Then Jax finally pops the question you never thought he’d ask.

"You think you're ready for your first gang bang?" Jax asks.

Suddenly getting your second wind, you twist your body to face him and plant a kiss on his cheek, his smile now matching yours as your heart now grows full.

“Really?!” you ask as your eyes light up.

“I’ll even let you pick out your partners.”

Unable to contain your excitement, you squeal as your smile widens even more. 

“Okay, I think we should go get cleaned up and get outta here before they have to kick us out,” he suggests. “I’m laying on a wet spot.”

Jax affectionately boops the tip of your nose with this finger and then kisses your forehead before helping you out of bed.

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Only Mine

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 2.4k

[cw]: 18+ only, smut, jealous overprotective Jax, angst, short fight scene (if you can even call it that), car sex, oral f receiving, teasing, unfinished sex

[authors note]: I had this idea floating around for awhile and then this request inspired the rest! thank you!

“I’m sure you say that to all the ladies.” 

You were along the bar, chin in palm, blinking your lashes at the man sitting beside you. He smiled back wryly. He was pretty perfect. Clean cut, slightly muscular, no tats covering him from top to bottom, no bike sitting in the parking lot. He was a little cocky, aware of his good looks, and in all honesty, any other day he’d be the type of guy you’d usually find pretty boring. But for tonight, he’d be a welcome distraction. 

“So you’re really here alone?” the man asked, looking around as he took a sip from the glass in front of him. 

You smiled back, twisting a strand of hair into your fingers as you sipped your beer, “that surprise you?” 

“Someone like you doesn’t come around here often. Can't imagine you haven’t been snatched up yet.” 

Technically, he was right. Jax and you hadn’t spoken in days, and although the mutual silence was a regular occurrence, you somehow always found a way back to each other. It never had been made ‘official’, but it never really needed to be. You both stuck to each other like the end poles of magnets, impossible to keep apart yet impossible to stay together. You and Jax were a burning flame amongst a sea of trees condemned to an endless drought. Your love was toxic and infuriating, and it pained you both how hurtful you could be to one another. Yet for some reason, you always went back. You’d reconnect, one of you would fuck up, and then it was back to square one all over again. 

“Haven’t found the one yet”, you teased. 

He gestured to the bartender with his hand, “can I buy you another beer?” 

You smiled politely back at him, “you can buy me as many as you want.”

You picked up your drink and pulled his hand with your other as you led him to one of the quiet booths settled at the back of the bar. You spent the next hour cosying up to your stranger, soaking in the attention he gave you. He was overly attentive and extremely polite, almost a little too nice for your liking. No roughness on the edges, no fight in him. Just a gentleman through and through. You sat inches from each other, tension building as the drinks continued to appear. 

“Can I kiss you?” The man asked as he leaned in, hovering above your face. It wasn’t often you were asked to be kissed. You stared into his eyes through your long lashes, nodding in approval.

He smiled shyly into your lips as they pressed against his. He was gentle, his hands slowly moving to your waist, never straying further. 

He laid back into the bench, taking a sip from his beer. “You know I never did catch your name.” 

You didn’t want to share anything with this stranger, the anonymity bringing less questions and expectations. 

“Later.” 

You cupped his face in your hand, grazing his jaw with your fingertips as you brought his mouth to yours again.

He was nice, but the longer you spent kissing your gentle stranger, the more you yearned to be in the hands of your depraved biker. Jax was urgent and desperate for you each time you were in his arms. There was a mutual desire that turned you both into crazed maniacs when you were together. It was something you’d searched for every time you were with someone else, because nobody you’d ever come across had given you that same feeling. 

Jax had a way of turning you into the only girl in the world. Until he was fucking the next croweater who threw themselves at him the following day. 

Tonight, you were going to allow yourself to enjoy the gentlemen in front of you. You leaned back into the bench, trying to edge him on top of you as you sunk into the bench against his lips.

You were so entangled in your stranger that you never even noticed him arrive with half of The Club. It wasn’t until you were interrupted by the break in your lips as he was pulling the man off you by his shirt, forcing him to the floor as he was knocked flat on his back. 

“Jax!”

“Dude! What the fu-“ he tried to stand up, but Jax placed his shoe directly on his chest, crushing him to the ground. The man grunted under the weight, failing to pry the shoe off of him. “What the fuck are you doing!?”

“What do you think you’re doing?” He pressed down into the man’s chest harder, restraining himself from crushing his rib cage all together. 

The stranger looked at you with wide eyes, trying to speak through the force compounding his lungs, “she said she was alone!” 

Jax smiled at him as he laid spread out on the dirty bar floor. 

“I don’t give shit what she said. Your time is up, pretty boy.”  

You were ashamed to admit that you thoroughly enjoyed watching Jax furious with envy over you, but you did feel bad for the innocent guy beneath his sneaker. 

“Get the fuck off him, Jax.” 

He glanced up at you, taking a long look at your flushed pink cheeks and swollen lips.

The crowded bar was now zoned in on your table, watching and entertained by the drama unfolding. Chibs, Juice and Bobby guarded the table, ensuring no onlookers got in the way of Jax’s jealous fuelled rage. 

He picked the man up by his collar, pulling him to his feet as he threw him against the wall. Jax gripped at his jaw, lifting his chin to force his eyes towards you at the bench. “I suggest you apologise for bothering my girl.” 

“Jax don’t be ridiculous-“ 

He ignored you, glaring at the man in his grasp, tightening the grip on his collar. 

“I’m sorry, okay!” 

“Not to me, asshole. To her.” 

You rolled your eyes, watching as he tormented the innocent stranger you had set yourself upon.

“I’m sorry I bothered you.” His voice cracked from the hold Jax had on his collar, draining the circulation from his neck.

Jax shoved the man off the wall, releasing him as he was once again flown across the laminate. He stumbled to regain his balance before he started running, bolting for the exit. He disappeared at the speed of light, chuckles from Juice and Chibs echoing through the bar as he ran. 

You stood up from the bench, storming off in anger for the door. 

Jax followed you into the empty, dark car park outside the bar. His hands stuffed into his pockets as he watched you slump against the brick wall, sliding down to sit on the pavement. You put a cigarette to your mouth as you searched for a lighter in your bag. You hadn’t felt tipsy until the air hit you, realising your head was spinning.

He paced over to you, crouching forward with his lighter, igniting the cigarette between your lips. 

“You’re such a prick sometimes, you know that?” 

Jax slid down the wall beside you, his legs bent slightly at the knees as he sighed to himself, lighting his own cigarette. “Not gonna argue with that.” 

He exhaled a large cloud of smoke as he spoke, “but you were basically fucking that guy in an open bar, y/n.” 

“First of all, no I wasn’t.” 

He chuckled, amused by your irritation. 

“And second of all, what the fuck has that got to do with you? You’re the one who decided to get knee deep in Ima last week, again.” 

“I told you I was drunk.” 

“And now I’m drunk too”, you protested.

He shook his head as smoke escaped his lips, fingers twirling the silver lighter in his hands. “That isn’t going to happen again.”

Your head fell back as you groaned at his promise, leaning against the hard brick behind you. “Yeah, ‘cause I haven’t heard that one before.” 

He smiled, nudging your leg with his playfully. “You know I mean it. Doesn’t matter who I’m inside, there's only one face I see.” 

You turned your head towards him, leaning your face on his shoulder. “I’m tired of this, Jax. You and your mommy issues are giving me whiplash.” 

“Yeah, well your baggage ain’t so easy to handle either.” He placed a hand over the back of your head, stroking your hair as he spoke.

You responded with a punch to his knee, swaying his leg. “You can’t just keep beating men up because they’re interested in me. That guy was actually sweet.” 

He threw his cigarette across the pavement before he grasped his hands into your hair, entangling his fingers between the strands. He crushed his lips against yours, his tongue lapping into your mouth. His fingers smoothed against your face, the feeling of his cold rings brushing against your cheek. Your foreheads connected as your eyes closed, resting silently along each other. “I can be sweet too.” 

You chuckled, playfully biting his lip. “You’re a sweet, jealous prick, Teller.”

He pulled into you once more, pecking your lips slowly before escalating into your lips, pulling you on top of him. You straddled him there in the lot, surrounded by empty parked cars in the dead of night. His hands gripped at your waist, pulling your body tighter to him, the feeling of his erection pressing into your jeans. Your hands twisted into his hair, holding his head against yours. He smirked against your lips, trailing his hands lower to your ass, as he secured his hands in your back pockets. He stroked your cheek with his nose, kissing the pink tinted skin.

“I just don’t like sharing what’s mine.” 

Your mouth found his as you raised your eyebrows, mumbling into his lips, “then take what's yours.”

He grinned, lifting you in one swift motion from his lap, standing you up against him. He pulled you across the parking lot as you stumbled drunk, trying to keep up. He led you to your car, opened the back door and pushed you flat against the back seat. 

Jax laid above you, planting himself between your legs. He angled himself between the seats, crushing his mouth against yours. His touch was ravenous, ripping the buttons from your jeans waistband as he pulled the denim from your ass. You giggled as he struggled to get them off entirely between the leather of the flat seat. You lifted yourself up, helping as he removed them. He pulled at your shirt, lifting it higher to expose the skin around your stomach as he leaned into you, gnawing at the skin in short pecks from your navel to your now exposed panties. You grasped at his hair as he claimed you with his warm mouth, suffocating himself into the fabric that covered your mound. 

“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking soaked for me.” He groaned at the taste of your slick pooling into the cotton, pulling your panties to the side. He circled his tongue against your clit, watching you, utterly mesmerised as you whimpered at the sensation. He rolled his thumb against your dripping fold, “this pretty cunt is mine.” 

Vibrations filled your entire being as he nuzzled into your mound, lapping his tongue repeatedly against your slick, his hands lifting your ass to push deeper into you. You tugged at the roots of his blonde hair, drunken moans of his name filling the car park as you struggled to keep quiet. He pulled away, his face glistening from your juices as he smirked at you, caressing his fingers against your pussy. “You want your sweet guy to finish you off?”

Your head fell back at the taunt, “c’mon Jax, don’t- stop-”

He pulled your panties down your ass, exposing your cunt entirely. His tongue stroked you, prodding at your swollen nub, before hesitating again. “Tell me you’re mine.” 

“Fuck, Jax- I’m- yours. I’m only yours.” The words trailed slowly from your gritted teeth, your head swirling from the feeling and the beer. You chased for his mouth, drawing your hips up closer to his face.

“Look at me when you tell me.”

You used all your might to lift your head from the seat, finding his eyes staring into yours, fire blazing within them. You spoke between your sharpened breaths, trying to form a coherent sentence. “I said- I’m yours.”

“I can’t hear you, darlin’. You’re only what?” 

Your head collapsed into the leather seat, cries escaping your lips as you squirmed your hips higher to find his mouth again. “I’m yours- Jax- shit-”

“That’s my pretty girl.” 

He stoked his tongue against your clit, enjoying every moment as you pleaded through your moans for him to take you to your climax. He was revelling in your anguish as he teased at your cunt. He played with your folds again, his fingers caressing the soaking skin. 

“No other man comes near my pussy, isn’t that right?”

You groaned in response, his claim on you sending you further into spiral. “No- no one else.”

His lips reconnected to your cunt, whimpers of desperation pouring from your lips. His fingers finally found your entrance, rewarding you as he slid into your seam, pushing you towards your release. 

He muttered into your mound, “you only cum for me.”

Your body exploded at his instruction, collapsing onto his fingers as they curled against your sweet spot, his mouth soaking in your orgasm. He delighted at your unravelling, his hands travelling your body as he found your breasts, kneading into the soft skin.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Let go for me.” Your thighs shook around his face uncontrollably, squeezing his head into your cunt.

He released his hand from your mound, hovering over you as his lips laid flush against yours. He danced around your mouth, forcing you to taste your slick that covered his tongue. Jax straddled over your hips, holding himself up against the headrest of the seat as his throbbing cock found your entrance. He positioned himself, sliding between the folds, a squeal escaping your throat as he filled you entirely. 

Before he could fuck you senseless, a loud repeated bang was heard against the hood of the car, startling you both.

“Jackie boy! We gotta go!”

Jax collapsed against you, groaning in frustration. If you weren’t so drunk from Jax and the beer, you would’ve been furious. Instead you giggled, amused by the interruption, “Chib’s and his impeccable timing.” He sighed, his head resting against your chest. 

He pulled out from you, as you rushed to put your underwear back in its place. He smirked against your mouth as he kissed you one last time, parting your lips between his, "guess I’ll just have to finish claiming you later.”

read part two here

[darlingdekarios]

good enough to eat.

rating: explicit. 18+ only. length: 2,116 content: Jax Teller x f!reader, established relationship, smut [receiving fingering, unprotected p in v], kink(s) [spit as lube, breeding]

when Jax is starving, there's no waiting.

When your partner returned from a daytime ride you were busy with the final preparations of dinner, setting the table for yourselves and your parents who would be joining you for the first time. His boots against the hard wood signified he’d found you in the dining room setting the table before they paused, his large frame pausing to lean against the door frame and soak in the pretty little dress and red panty hose you’d worn today. 

“Call your parents and cancel,” he instructed, and if it were anyone else his demanding tone would have been enough to set you off. From Jax, however, it had only ever felt right to listen to him. Even still, this wasn’t exactly the kind of notice you gave when cancelling plans.  

“What?” You questioned, turning to face him with a puzzled look on your face. Jax nearly groaned at the sight of you in red lipstick. “Is something wrong? Did something happen while you were out?”

He walked toward you then, trapping you between the table and himself with hands grasping both of your hips to encourage you to sit on the surface. His blue eyes shining with something mischievous and hungry he shook his head, hands leaving you to rest on either side of your waist on the table. “Had a good ride, nothin’ went wrong,” he replied, eyes dragging down your body slowly. “I woulda come back sooner had I know this is what was waiting for me.”

Before you could interrogate him, he leaned down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, one of his knees knocking your legs apart so he could step between them. He always kissed you like a man on death row – you supposed he was in a way – and now was no exception, his tongue entering your mouth to kiss you deeply until you were breathless. Your parents were due on your front porch in an hour. Still, you couldn’t help your curiosity.

“If you knew what was waiting for you? Dinner? It's a special dinner, I told you what I was making,” you started as you gasped for normal breaths, his lips trailing a familiar route to your neck where he kissed over your pulse.

“Not the food, I don’t give a shit about that right now. I’m talking about you,” he breathed out, sucking softly on the most sensitive part of your neck, lips molding into a smile against your skin when you gasped. “You look so fucking pretty in this dress setting the dinner after cooking all day. Like a proper little housewife. Where’s Abel?”

“He…he went down for a nap a little bit ago,” you gasped out. It was almost shameful how fast you melted beneath him, how fast his soft lips and rough beard against your neck had you gripping his shoulders. “But my parents…”

“Don’t want to see what I’m about to do to you, sweetheart,” he cooed to silence your whine, his lips brushing lightly against the sensitive spot behind your ear. Even after months of being with Jax you still felt goosebumps break out on your skin when he whispered in your ear. “Don’t care what you tell ‘em, besides not to come. Tell ‘em Abel is sick, or you’re sick, or hell – tell ‘em the truth.”

You definitely weren’t going to tell them the truth, but there was no use attempting to say no to him when he was running the tip of his tongue on the spot, causing a shudder down your spine. “What about dinner, Jax? I worked away all day in that kitchen…”

“Don’t worry, darlin’, I’ll make it up to ya,” he cooed, nipping at the spot before withdrawing to look up into your face again, his nose lightly brushing against your jaw as he went. He tapped your phone on the table beside you to further his point. “I can’t wait hours, I’ve gotta have you right now.”

You picked up your phone with a shaking hand, Jax smiling triumphantly before using one hand departed the table to slide up your thigh, pushing the skirt of your dress higher until it was around your hips. As you managed the number to dial your mother, he stepped backwards to take you in, mouthing “no panties?” to you. You bit at you lip and nodded as a smile broke out across his face, cheeks burning red as the familiar voice answered. 

“Hi mom,” you greeted, sounding entirely too normal for Jax. He reached a hand forward, running a finger experimentally over the crotch of your hose that was already soaked with your arousal. He smirked when your voice hitched higher, his finger sliding to connect to your clit. “I’m so s-sorry to do this last minute, but I don’t think you should come over. Abel has been throwing up and is running a fever…y-yeah, I’m sure he’ll be okay…okay I will…okay maybe tomorrow. Love you too, bye.”

His lips connected with yours again as he took the phone from your hand, sliding it down the table to remove any change of distraction. The kiss became desperate, his hunger burning through as he applied more pressure to the kiss, his hand now working his pants down his hips to free his straining cock. Once unencumbered by his pants and underwear he attempted to pull your panty hose down with a tug to the material over your thigh, pulling away from the kiss with a huff when there was no give.

“I don’t have time for this shit,” he snapped, connected both hands to the material and tearing so there was a hole in the crotch area. He bowed his head to connect his lips to your neck again, his fingers swiping through your folds experimentally. He smiled crookedly when you moaned quietly, head falling back to give him better access to your neck. He nibbled at the spot behind your ear before slipping his index finger into your velvet entrance. “So, fucking wet, baby. Bet you could take me with no warmup you’re so soaked.”

You whimpered at his words, sliding a hand to the back of his head and lacing your fingers in his hair to tug his head backward, twisting your head to kiss him desperately again. He gave you a few pumps with his index finger before adding a second, repeating the thrusts and picking up the speed to piston the tips into the spongy spot behind your clit. 

“Fuck,” you whined when you released him from the kiss for air, Jax immediately running his eyes over your face to drink in your expression before running them back down your body, watching his fingers disappear into you repeatedly with the most vulgar, wet noises. He removed his hand from your hip to connect that thumb to your clit, expert figure eights combining with his thick fingers to coax you toward oblivion. 

“That’s it, baby,” he cooed, nipping at your collar bone gently, smirking when your hips bucked upwards at his praise. “You go ahead and make a mess on my fingers, and I’ll fuck you right here.”

He curled his fingers again, repeating the motion over and over in time with the circles he was rubbing on your clit until your legs were shaking. As much as he loved to watch you gush around him when you orgasmed, he connected his lips to yours again, swallowing the loud cry that came from you as you did exactly that. Your vision blinded by white and senses on overload you hardly noticed his hands leave you, one fisting his cock firmly to give it a few pumps as the other grasped your hip, pulling you to the edge of the table. 

When you became barely aware again you felt pre-cum leaking head being rubbed through your truly soaked folds before he dipped into you, slowly sliding inch by inch into your wet heat. He pulled away from the kiss again to watch his cock disappear into you, groaning quietly as he leaned his forehead to your shoulder. You turned your head to kiss behind his ear as he had already done for you several times tonight, a shudder running up his spine as he buried into you to the hilt. 

Once he felt the head of his cock bump into your cervix he stilled for a moment, giving you a chance to adjust to him – he was so thick it didn’t matter how many times he’d taken you, there was always a stretch to accommodate him. You wrapped your arms around his neck after encouraging him to raise his head again, your hooded gaze meeting his before you leaned forward to bite at his bottom lip gently, pulling back to signify he could move. 

And oh, could he move. Jax Teller had the hips of a god, his thrusts into you slow and sensual and so deliberate, each inch of him massaging your inner walls perfectly. When you released his lip from your teeth to moan and slide one hand to the back of his head, fingers clutching his hair slightly he set the perfect pace, groaning at a feeling that got better every time he had you. 

He removed his gaze from your connected cores to look deep into your eyes, releasing a shaky breath. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he panted out between breaths, leaning his forehead against yours. “You’ve been so good lately, taking care of us. Fuck, I’m crazy about you. Who’d you get all pretty for today?”

 “You,” you whined out, barely capable of forming a coherent thought let alone words as he found the perfect spot to bump with each thrust. The hand you had on his shoulder gripped harder, your fingernails denting the leather he still wore. 

“Say my name,” he groaned out the instruction, one he often had to give as you lost yourself in him. He connected his thumb to your clit again, increasing the challenge knowing full well he was pushing you toward another orgasm and taunting you with the ledge. “Whose pretty fucking housewife are you, baby girl? Tell me that and I’ll think about lettin’ you make a mess on my cock, but not before then.”

You whimpered loudly, pulling his hair slightly to hold his head back so you could connect your gaze with his icy blue eyes, full of so much adoration it was almost sickening. Wanting to only add to it more you nodded, gasping out your words in moans. “’m yours, Jax,” you whined, clutching onto him tighter as you pressed gentle kisses to his lips over and over. “Fuck, I love being yours.”

He practically growled as his motions on your clit quickened, spitting between your bodies to give himself more lubricant to rub faster and faster. He started kissing you gently then, lovingly and soft as his breathing increased, sweat breaking across his brow in concentration. When your legs began to shake slightly he slowed his movements, bumping the tip of his nose against yours lightly. His next words were quiet, serious as he fought to hold off his own release. “Lemme fill you up then,” he asked, though it hardly came out as a question the intent was clear. “Wanna see you pregnant with my baby.”

Your walls clenched around him involuntarily at his words, a silent confirmation if the pornographic moan that fell from your lips wasn’t enough. Suddenly he could move again, and he did so perfectly, coaxing you right back to the edge of release. When your walls began to flutter around him he simply nodded, connecting his lips to yours in a heated kiss as your second orgasm rushed through you. With a few more thrusts of his hips, he spilled his own release into you with a groan, opting to pull away from the kiss to lean his forehead against yours gently. 

When you’d both finished and fallen into one another’s arms, faces buried in each other’s neck, you pressed lazy kisses wherever your lips were able, hands rubbing gently in whatever positions they’d landed. When he pulled his head away to look down at your neck, he smiled at the perfect marks he’d managed to leave, the sight almost good enough to make him hard again. Forcing himself to maintain composure he removed himself from you, running his eyes down your body to where your combined releases were dripping from you. 

“…can I eat before you take me to bed?”

He questioned, eyes flashing with the mischief that meant he was far from done with you. This new family dinner was certainly something you could adapt to.

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[garbinge]

Maybe One Day

Chibs Telford x F!Teller!Reader

Summary: You go back to Charming 10 years after… everything.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Angsty. Mentions of death, murder, emotional distress, emotionally heavy.

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

A/N: I wrote this on my phone so don’t mind any odd formatting or editing mistakes!

Part 2

The moment you crossed into the town line you felt the heaviness overcome you. It was like there was this smog that only existed within the miles of town, one foot outside that sign that held the town founding year and population and it was like fresh air. But currently you were being suffocated as the odometer added mile after mile as you drove deeper into Charming.

It was like looking at an old photograph, not much had changed in most parts. There was still the main street strip, some of the stores definitely were new, but the street felt the same. You noticed the lack of loud, rumbling motors, lack of two wheeled engines parked along the curb. But early on that had been how it was before Scoops turned into the new head quarters for the Sons of Anarchy. It had been 10 years since you’d been back here, so it was likely the original club stomping grounds were back in commission.

You had told yourself you weren’t going to find out if that were true but you currently were parked just outside the automotive shop to see a new black warehouse like space where the old blue one used to be. The paint didn’t look too fresh where SOA was stencilled on but it looked new enough to you as you leaned against the black cutlass.

One thing and one thing only. It was the sentence you repeated in your head over and over as you drove hours back home. Back home, that felt like a heavy statement. Charming might have been where you grew up, but it wasn’t home. Despite it being where you’ve lived most in your life, it wasn’t home. One thing and one thing only. You knew that wasn’t true every time the thought ran in your head. It was inevitable that you’d come here, that you’d stop at the rocky mounted highway where JT’s memorial was. Where the helmet and sunglasses of the other Teller still lay abandoned.

You were just supposed to grab the last few things at the house before the closing date. The realtor handled everything else, the listing pictures, the calls with interested buyers, you had hired people to straighten up and you had put mostly everything else in storage 10 years ago, but there was one thing that was still in that house that no one else could get but you.

You didn’t put the house on the market until a month ago. It was an assumption but you figured the club was going to use the house for whatever shady business or reasons, it’s why you were happy you had a confirmed buyer that first week of putting the blue house on the market. All it took was one day and one tour by your realtor before the offer came in. But that sped up your timeline. It was likely that was why you pushed this out so far, dreading the thought of coming out here and going to the kitchen drawer and grabbing that pocket notebook that you hid in the false bottom of it.

Now that notebook was weighing heavy in your back pocket but it was fitting considering the weight of the air. You saw people in TM work shirts moving around, the weight of the word Teller staring down at you even from the street. That was all Charming ever did, weigh heavy on you.

You thought of the words you repeated over and over again. One thing and one thing only. What a lie. You scoffed slightly as if the conversation you were having in your head was actually happening outloud.

A few more thoughts popped into your head, each from someone this town had an effect on. Both statements weighing heavy on you because what else would thoughts about Charming be.

The one Hale spoke to Jax when you were younger. “It wont be long before SAMCRO is just an ugly memory in the history of charming.” Something felt unsettling there, unfortunately Hale died before he could see that come to light and as you stared at the new SAMCRO compound you had to think you probably would too.

Then Wendy’s voice came to your head, “The MC, this town, it kills all the shit you love.” She was right before shit even hit the fan. Although, shit was always hitting the fan so she was just on the pulse of Charming before any one else even bothered to look. You had lost everyone to Charming—to the club. Yes, you had Abel and Thomas still, but it was different, everyone you had in your family during your young life was gone. Tara, Jax, Gemma, Opie. The list went on.

But before you could continue the list you heard a familiar voice. The voice of the one person you hadn’t technically lost to the reaper but you most certainly lost to Charming and SAMCRO.

You hated how the voice made your heart happy. You hated how it managed to make every ounce of heaviness disappear and flee to the deep depths of the town and would only surface when you were left alone. But as you heard his voice again it made you wish you never would be alone again. It made you think for the briefest of seconds that maybe you could back out of the offer, move into the house that was now in your name and create a life here. Charming was home after all.

No. No. Charming was not home. The quick rational part of your brain quickly jolted you back to reality. That weight quickly rising from the ground and pulling at your ankles as a reminder that the town’s grip would suffocate you. But there it was again, the interruption that pulled the weight off your ankles and had you feeling as light as a feather.

“Love?”

The name he called you for years, whether it was in public or when you were tangled up in the sheets felt like a breath of fresh air in this smothering town. It wasn’t a nickname solely for you, you heard him say it to many women in your years of knowing him, and he probably had a fair share of women now he used the name on.

But that didn’t stop your knees from wanting to buckle. You turned and saw him, it was ironic that in your years of hanging in this club house, at TM, you had never seen Chibs on the street in front of the club HQ. Most guys parked inside, the street parking was reserved for excess cars who were there for service and for on lookers like yourself, although they usually tended to be wearing badges.

“Mother of Christ.” His accent was thick as he lifted his sunglasses up and off his face. His feet were moving towards you.

He didn’t think twice before engulfing you in a hug. You had thought about this moment a lot, going over all the different ways it could go. In one of the scenarios you thought he’d pause immediately front of you, stare at you like a stranger. There was something so relieving that he was hugging you like the past 10 years hadn’t existed, that no matter what happened he still cared about you, was happy to see you.

“Chibs!” A voice interrupted your embrace and you wanted to murder them. Funny how being in Charming made homicide an instant thought.

Chibs pulled away and that’s when the Scottish cologne hit you, a smile filling your face as he looked back to the person in the TM lot.

“Church in 10!”

You looked at the patch on his kutte immediately at those words and saw the president patch. It sent bile to your throat, it was the patch Jax wore for years. Not figuratively, but literally. It was the exact patch he wore, some of the stains on it were likely from his time wearing it. You didn’t stay here long enough to see it sit on Chibbs’ kutte but seeing it now was transporting you back 10 years.

“Why don’t y’come int’the clubhouse darlin’, have a drink, we can talk.” He looked older, the bags under his eyes were dark and puffy. You could tell the club life was affecting him, his hair was graying way more and it made him even more attractive.

“I shouldn’t.” You shook your head and doubled down, “I can’t.”

The second two worded statement you spoke is what made Chibs understand, a nod escaping from his head.

“It’s good t’see ye’.” He was trying to keep it light, he knew how hard this was.

“I’m selling the house.” You said it so business like, it was a way to give him the heads up to let the club know. You saw some traces of them being there, not frequently but enough. Cigarette buds in the ashtrays around the furniture that was left, empty beer bottles in the recycling bin. You knew Chibs made sure whoever came by knew to clean up after.

Chibs just nodded and looked down. “Y’happy?”

How were you supposed to be happy after Charming took every last thing that you loved. You thought for a minute and the faces of your nephews flashed in your mind and you smiled.

“The boys are teenagers. I don’t know if you can be happy with teenagers.” You joked.

Chibs grinned at the mention of Thomas and Abel.

You wanted to ask him if he was happy but you were afraid of the answer. You saw what the club presidency did to the person in the role before him. You saw what it had done to the other Teller in the same position just a decade before. It made you think about JT and his legacy for a moment. You always wondered if JT was just exemplified as this great person because he wasnt alive to be rememebered for his flaws. But then you remembered Gemma and Clay and how they only remembered JT for his flaws. Your mind instantly went to Jax who had killed both Clay and Gemma, and what his legacy was. If he’d be exemplified just because he was gone and his flaws would be forgotten. Your eyes moved to the newer clubhouse and saw the small memorial that was on the roof. There was white air forces perched on the edge where Jax would very often sit and reflect. That solidified it for you, he’d be seen as Jax Teller, son of JT, president of SOA, an honor to have known and loved him for the guys who were in the club when he reigned as VP and president. But then your eyes fell back on Chibs, the hope that since he knew the flaws that essentially led to the death of your brother, he’d lead differently while still respecting his legacy in the eyes of the club.

“You rebuilt.” You pointed to the building trying to erase that long heavy thought from your mind.

“Ice cream and hookers were too distracting for the guys.” He teased in reference to Scoops and Red Woody. “You sure you don’t want to come in, love? Church won’t take long, I’ll give y’my dorm while y’wait.”

It was a convincing offer. You wanted to see what Chibs’ dorm looked like, what life was like for him. But deep down you knew you already knew what it looked like because you lived it. You lived it and you hated it. You loved him but hated the life.

“No just came to get this.” You pulled the pocket notebook out and flapped it in the air.

Chibs knew exactly what that was and nodded in understanding.

“Chibs!” The same voice called out again.

“He’ll be in in a second!” You called out, eyes still glued on the Scot in front of you.

The prospect shut up quickly and moved back inside. You wondered how he’d describe you to the members inside, there was only a handful that could potentially recognize you from description, and an even smaller handful that would come out to see for themselves.

“I wanted to give it to Abel. I think he deserves to know Jax the way Jax wanted him to.” You explained the notebook that Chibbs knew all about between the time when Jax was writing it and when you had told him where you’d put it.

“It was really good ta see y’love.”

Despite everything shitty about being back, it was true for you too. It was great seeing him. You wished you could ask him to leave, come stay with you on your humble farm, sell fresh eggs with you at the farmers market and ride dirt bikes with the boys. But it was the same reason he never asked you to stay here. Sure he might’ve asked you to come in for a drink but the words “stay in Charming” would never come from his mouth. He knew it was too painful.

He pulled you in for another hug and you didn’t want to let go. The drink wasn’t sounding half bad, you wanted to catch up, hear about what he’s up to, how he’s been, but the answers you’d want to hear would never come and the one’s you dreaded to hear would be the only one’s that filled your ears.

As you pulled out of the embrace you squeezed his arm in a way to tell him the same about seeing him without actually saying it and then you quickly turned back to your car. Chibs was walking away now, his hand reaching up to wipe the couple stray tears he’d never admit to shedding and dropping his sunglasses back down.

You called out one last time to him, an impulsive decision and impulsive thought meeting together at the tip of your tongue.

“If Abel comes here, push him out. Don’t welcome him in.”

Chibs was frozen at the request and then he nodded in understanding.

“I’ll send ‘em right back to th’farm so his auntie can talk some sense into ‘em.” It was a humorous statement but it gave you relief because Chibs wouldn’t lie to you.

“You can tell him about Jax. The Jax you knew. The Jax we wanted him to be.”

It was just like you to have the most mundane small talk conversation at close range where whispers could be exchanged and this important one where voices carried.

“I won’t.” At first you thought he misheard you and you were going to correct him when he spoke up. “If he’s anything like his ol’ man, he’ll want to become the man we wanted him to be, and we’ve already seen how that plays out.”

You thought it was impossible to feel seen in Charming. To feel heard. You thought it was impossible for someone in the club to speak this way about it. About past members. It was probably one of the many things about Chibs that made you love him, his honesty, his care for the Teller family. It gave you a little hope.

“There’s always room for you at the farm.” You said as Chibs was walking backwards. Getting closer to the club but still staring in your direction. You saw the curly haired man appear from the clubhouse building, about to call Chibs’ name when he spotted you. You knew he’d hear the prospect talk and be outside to see for himself, using Chibs as the excuse.

Your hand raised and waved at Tig like you had just seen him yesterday. He immediately raised his hand waved and you heard his laugh crystal clear from where you were and stared back at Chibs for a response to your invitation.

“Maybe one day, love. Maybe one day.”

Part 2

[tempestuous-lush]

Crimson & Clover Masterlist || SoA

jax teller x f!reader

chapter one - take me down

bonus chapter - shiv

chapter two - cherry bomb

chapter three - crimson and clover

chapter four - white balloons

bonus chapter - wild side

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

[drabbles-mc]

Rinsing Off

Jax Teller x F!Reader

Inspired by Day 31 of the August Prompts: water park

Warnings: 18+, smut, language

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: I don’t usually get like this about Jax but here we are. Ending the August Prompts marathon with a bang! I like to think that this is a good balance of steamy and sweet. Hope y’all enjoy, and thank you for joining me on the ride of getting a fic out every day! The fact that I only missed one day and ended up catching up almost immediately had me impressed with myself lmao

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The car ride home had been almost completely silent. Jax had the radio on, but made sure to keep the volume extremely low so as to not wake the two boys who were passed out in their car seats in the back. Truth be told, you were on the brink of falling asleep yourself. If it had been a little later, the sky a little darker, Jax would’ve been the only one in the car who was awake after the busy day the four of you had had.

You were on the brink of letting your eyes drift shut when you felt Jax’s hand land on your thigh. You hummed in contentment at the feeling of his finger tracing back and forth along the exposed skin of your leg. Jax chuckled, eyes still fixed on the road as he shook his head at you.

“What’re you laughin’ about over there?” you turned and looked at him, still leaned against the headrest behind you.

“Nothin’, babe,” he still had a hint of laughter in his voice.

“That’s not convincing,” you chuckled as you reached and rested your hand on his shoulder.

He looked over at you for a moment, smiling before returning his attention to the road, “It’s just funny, y’know?”

“What is?”

The smile on his face grew, “You used to be up all night partying and still go to work the next day. Now? One day out with the boys and you’re about to be asleep before nine.”

You chuckled, giving his shoulder a squeeze, “Yea, but partying wasn’t nearly as tiring as chasing those two around all day.”

“Water park was your idea, remember.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “Yea, I know. Must’ve forgotten how old I am now. Old lady is more than just a title these days.”

He shook his head at you, rolling his eyes, “Stop, don’t do that.”

You laughed softly before the two of you fell silent again, letting the static-riddled radio station filter classic rock through the speakers. You were a little more awake now, but not much. You shifted around, propping your feet up on the dash and purposely ignoring Jax’s scoff at the action. No matter how many times you did it, and reminded him that even if he was driving it was still your car and you could put your feet up on the dash if you pleased.

Before you knew it, Jax was rolling into the driveway at the house. Undoing your seatbelt, you looked over your shoulder at the boys again, their heads lolled off to the side as they slept. You smiled before diverting your gaze to Jax, who was already looking at you.

“Wanna carry me in after you carry them in?” you asked with a laugh.

“C’mon,” he pushed the door open with the ball of his foot, “let’s get all three of you party animals inside.”

Jax got Abel out of his car seat while you carried Thomas inside. It took no real effort at all to get the two of them to bed. Thomas stayed asleep the entire time you changed him into his pajamas, and Abel woke up for a minute or so to shimmy into his dinosaur pj’s but then he was out like a light again as soon as his head hit the pillow. Jax was pulling the blanket back up over him and the little boy’s eyes were already shut.

Jax kissed the top of his head, ruffling his hair lightly before stepping back and heading for the door, smiling when he saw you lingering in the doorway waiting for him. The light from the hallway almost turned you into a silhouette, but he could still see the smile on your face.

“Thomas all set?” he draped his arm around you as he pulled the door shut with his other hand.

You nodded, leaning into him, “Yea, didn’t even wake up at all. I think he’s gonna sleep right through till morning.”

“He’s not the only one,” you could hear the smile in his voice as he kissed your temple, “You ready for bed?”

As much as you wanted to say yes, you shook your head, “I gotta shower, Jax. I can’t sleep smelling like chlorine.”

He nodded, “I get it.”

The two of you continued down the hall. When you got to the doorway of your bedroom, you thought that Jax was going to veer off and head right to bed, but he stayed right with you. You laughed quietly as he pulled you so that you were walking in front of him, his chest pressed up against your back as he snaked his arms around your waist. You fought the urge to raise your shoulders as he peppered the side of your neck with kisses, his facial hair tickling the sensitive skin there. You could feel the vibration of his laughter against you, and you wished that you could just completely melt back into him.

You shut the bathroom door almost all the way before walking over and turning the water on. Steam instantly started to fog up the glass panels encasing the shower, and even though you weren’t even under the showerhead yet, you already felt better.

Turning around, you saw Jax was already stripped down to his boxers, sliding the rings off his fingers to discard on the sink counter, all of them except one. You smiled as you instinctively traced your thumb along the inside of your wedding band. Shaking your head at yourself, you started peeling over your clothes as well, starting with your shirt.

You reached back to undo the tie on the neck of your bikini, but before you could, Jax was already working to undo the knot. You smiled, allowing him to undo both that knot, and the one at the center of your back, causing the top to fall to the ground.

He stepped in closer to you, reaching around to undo the button and zipper of your shorts, and you couldn’t help but to laugh, “I can do this part myself, you know.”

“You’re the one who said you were tired,” you could hear the smirk in his voice as he kissed your bare shoulder, “I’m just tryin’ to help.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see it, “Such a gentleman.”

Both your sets of clothes were in a pile on the floor as you finally stepped underneath the stream of water coming from the showerhead. You shut your eyes, letting it wash over you, your muscles instantly relaxing at the end of a good, but still long and tiring, day. You ran your hands over your face and back over your head, fingers raking lightly along your scalp.

A few seconds later, you felt Jax’s hands rest on your shoulders, and you immediately let out a hum of approval as you leaned back against him. His thumbs massaged little circles into your muscles and you were almost convinced that you were going to turn to jello and wash down the drain with the hot water.

Sliding his hands down so that they were resting on your hips, he kissed your shoulder, “I love you.”

You turned around to face him, water running down your back and his chest before pulling yourself up against him. You kissed him on the lips, “I love you too.”

Unable to fight the urge, you reached up and ran your fingers through his now-dripping hair, slicking it back out of his face. You repeated the motion a few times, smiling at the way his eyes shut as he soaked up the tender gesture. You couldn’t stop yourself from kissing him again, hands sliding down so that you were cupping his face.

He smiled against your lips, wrapping his arms tighter around you as his lips worked against yours. His hands slid down from your hips onto your ass, squeezing you as he carefully moved you so that you were pinned between him and the cool glass panel of the shower. The hot water continued to trickle down each of your bodies, the original reason for the shower becoming an afterthought as he hiked your legs up around his waist, wasting no time as he easily slid into you.

You moaned quietly into his mouth at the sensation, gripping onto his shoulders, nails leaving crescent-shaped indents in his skin. His tongue slipped into your mouth, gliding over and under yours as he set a slow, almost gentle pace. If he hadn’t kept you pinned so snug between him and the glass, you knew that you would’ve crumpled right to the floor from the pleasure of it all.

He pulled his lips away from yours, latching them onto your neck right in the space where it met your shoulder, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark. One of your hands stayed braced against his shoulder, the other finding its way to the back of his head, not wanting to give up on all the sensations he was pulling from you.

The soft grunts that fell from his lips were like music to your ears. His grip on you was tight, strong, but not brutal the way that it sometimes got. No matter what, you could always feel how much he loved you, but moments like that, when he was almost loving you softly, it always felt like the two of you were on an entirely different level.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you buried yourself against him as you gasped, each long, slow stroke bringing you closer to the edge. Jax could feel it, too. He huffed out something reminiscent of a laugh as he kissed your shoulder, prompting you to pull your face from the crook of his neck so you could look at him. Water was dripping off the ends of his eyelashes and onto his face, and that was the visual that was burned into your brain as he leaned in, pressing a searing kiss against your lips as his pace picked up.

You moaned softly, his name falling from your lips as he sent you over the edge. You did your best to cling to him through your high, your nails clawing at his back. Even with his lips pressed against yours, you felt him suck in a gasp as his hips stuttered. The quiet curses that he mumbled against your skin as he came inside you got your lips to curl into a smile. Then it was his turn to fight to catch his breath and keep his balance.

He leaned against you, not only keeping you braced between him and the shower wall, but also giving him something to lean into to keep his balance. You knew it, too, and you couldn’t help but to laugh as you kissed him softly on the lips.

You traced your fingers down the side of his face, “I love you.”

He smiled, resting his forehead against yours, “I love you too.”

He slid his hands so that they were braced against the backs of your thighs. He carefully pulled back sliding out of you before letting your feet drop back to the floor. He kept a tight hold on your waist, making sure that your legs weren’t going to give out on you. Even though your forehead was resting against his shoulder, you could still sense the smirk that was on his face.

“Jax?”

“Yea, babe?” he kissed the side of your head.

“I still need to wash all the chlorine off,” you chuckled.

He laughed, pulling away from you so that he could grab the bottle of body wash, “C’mon, then, we’ll do what you came here for.”

“Now that we did what you came here for?” you joked.

He shot you a wink as he handed the bottle over to you, “Exactly.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him but you did set about scrubbing yourself down and washing the pool water and chemicals out of your hair. You knew it was an exaggeration, but you could’ve sworn that you felt it all glide down off your body with the soap suds. Jax did the same, each of you taking turns rinsing off underneath the stream of water. Neither of you said much, just sharing little looks and laughs and light touches as you maneuvered around each other with the ease and comfort of two people who had done this song and dance countless times before.

Every now and then his hands would stray a little too low, and you knew that if you hadn’t been so tired from the day, he might’ve gotten a little more out of you. He knew it, too, which was why he laughed when you playfully swatted his hands away.

When you were both done, you reached and shut the water off. Jax pushed the shower door open, steam immediately spilling out of the small enclosed space into the expanse of the bathroom. Reaching out, you grabbed towels for each of you before stepping out to give yourself some room to dry off without accidentally smacking him in the face with the towel.

You were just finishing tying the towel around you like the world’s shortest dress when Jax lifted you up off the ground. You yelped, trying to tone it back down into quiet laughter so you wouldn’t wake the boys who were asleep just down the hall. Jax laughed, kissing you on the lips as he pushed the bathroom door all the way open and started making his way towards your bedroom, towel wrapped low on his hips.

“What?” he smirked at you, “You’re the one who was asking if I could carry you.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling, “That’s true.”

Walking into the room, he gently set you down on the edge of the bed. Leaning down, he kissed you slowly, softly on the lips, one hand cupping the side of your face. You leaned into him, bringing one hand to rest over his while the other drifted down to his waist. Before he could try and stop you, you tugged the towel, making it pool into a pile of fabric at his feet. Pulling out of the kiss both of you broke into quiet laughter.

“You’re somethin’ else,” he shook his head as he went and grabbed a pair of boxers from his dresser.

“But you love me,” you said grabbing the shirt you’d slept in the night before from the foot of the bed.

“Yea,” he conceded with a grin as he walked back over, grabbing your towel so he could hang them both on the hooks on the back of the door, “I do.”

You watched him as you crawled over to your side of the bed, shimmying down underneath the covers. He turned back around to you, a soft smile on his face as he turned the lights off and made his way towards the bed, crawling in beside you.

You got as close as you could to him, letting your legs entwine with his as he rested his hand on your waist, slipping it underneath the oversized shirt that you always slept in. Your heads each rested on your own pillows, but barely, your noses brushing against each other’s. Even though it was dark, you could still make out the smile on his face.

“You know,” your voice was a whisper, “being in bed before ten really isn’t that bad.”

He chuckled, “No?”

“No,” you trailed your fingers through his short beard, “Might not be able to party like I used to,” you gave him a soft peck on the lips, “but I think I like this a whole lot more.”

“Yea,” he kissed you again, “me too.”

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Down On Your Knees, Part 1

Summary: It wasn’t your fault. That’s what your mother told you. But you were still cast aside like common trash. No longer eligible for the crown that you were raised to wear. All because of the baby growing in your belly. But it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t ask for it. The only one that understood was father Jackson. He understands more than you could ever know. And he was going to cleanse you and your name of the sins that you didn’t commit. It’s now their duty to give your life purpose again.

Pairings: Priest!Jax Teller X Reader

Rating: mature/explicit

Warnings:  dark!fic, language, mentions of non con, unwanted pregnancy, family abandonment, sin, unknown entities, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.8K

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The driver of the carriage extends his hand out to you, helping you into the cab, but you turn back to look at your home. No, you had been cast out. You press your hand against your stomach as your mother’s silhouette darkens a window. Seeing where your hand rests, she walks away. You can feel her disdain for your predicament. Didn’t even have the courage to tell you goodbye. You had shamed her and the family.

Your throat starts to close up as you take a haggard breath. This was it. The crown was never going to be yours anyways, but now you were losing everything. In an instant.

“Into the cab, miss,” your eyes roll up to meet a nameless driver. You never even bothered to get to know them. They were just always there, and it wasn’t your duty to know. But they always referred to you as princess. Not anymore. Now it was Miss, like a commoner.

“Go on. Do you know where I’m taking you?” You shake your head no. You didn’t bother to know anyone outside the palace. You didn’t have to. What a charmed life you lived, until one night when you had lost your chaperone. It’s all it took, and you had brought shame on your entire family. They never even worried about the shame that you felt. Or the pain. The humiliation. The fear of men.

You felt him all over your body still. He is growing in your belly, and it makes you sick to think about all that he stole. Everything. Your family was turning you out. You were an unwed and used pregnant woman with nowhere to go.

“Miss, we must go. The Queen left you a pretty handsome purse. It should get you through the year,” you scoff, hopping into the carriage. Wow. A full year. Not to mention what would happen once the baby came. She could have hidden you away, or even raised the baby as her own, but instead she was leaving you to the streets.

Spoiled with no life experience. Everything was always done for you. You wouldn’t allow your tears to fall. Would not give any of them the satisfaction that you were broken all the way around. “Miss? Where to?”

“Where do the whores go?” He turns to look back at you confused. Clearly your mother had kept things more secret than you expected. But you wanted her to hurt. You want her to feel as dirty as you did. “That’s right. I have a bastard in my belly because someone…they,” you swallow deeply, unable to finish the sentence.

“I’m sorry, miss. Where to?”

“Could you not just call me princess one last time? I have nowhere to go, and a baby in my womb, and you…please. One last time.”

He has but a moment of pity. You were an adult with the mind of a baby. The royal family had many secrets, but their youngest daughter being knocked up and shunned from the family isn’t what he was expecting. You reminded him of his own daughter, and it hurts him deep inside.

“The church,” your eyes cast back up at him. Why would the church want you? You were nothing more than a used whore. “They take in girls. Father Jackson I’m sure could give you a warm bed. You’ll be expected to work. But it’s warm, and dry, and your baby can be dealt with.”

You furrow your brows, looking at him confused. Unsure what he was suggesting. The world outside the carriage starting to match the storm that was brewing inside of you. The anger and hate boiling into the fibers of your being. Starting to overtake the naivety you had grown accustomed to.

“Father Jackson knows families that would adopt a baby. Or…find you a husband that can look past…”

“What he stole from me?” Your driver stares out into the rain, knowing how unfair your predicament was, but had no way of fixing it himself. All these people in the kingdom were self righteous, unforgiving, and all of them hypocrites.

“I didn’t ask for this. And because of him, I lost everything. I had dukes and lords coming soon to ask for my hand in marriage, and now I’m a nobody.”

“You were never nobody, princess,” he pulls up to the creepy church, one you had known too well. Staring off at the alley in front of it as lightning lights it up, and you feel his hands on you. Could still smell the scent of stale cigarettes and peppermint oil. His breath on your neck, and his seed in your belly.

“Ma’am?” The driver screams, holding up a hand for you. “Wait in the church. I’ll get your things, and fetch Father Jackson,” gathering up your skirts, you run into the church as you were asked.

Slowly spinning around in the chapel before walking over to the confessional booth. Looking back at the altar, lightning creates gruesome shadows everywhere. The ornate crucifixes mocked and cursed you for stepping in here, and like a child, you run into the booth. Hiding from all the judging faces as you wait for further instructions.

Your driver stomps up to the father’s door, giving it a little knock before the door is slung wide open, “What do you want?” His icy blue eyes cast behind the driver before looking upon him.

“You look like death.”

“I can’t sleep. It’s late,” Father Jackson twists his neck at an awkward angle, and stares at nothing. Deep purple tints the skin under his eyes, and the driver wonders just how many nights the Father hadn’t slept.

“I had to get The Queen’s youngest daughter out while no one was awkke,” the Father’s eyes look back behind the driver, giving a nod to an unknown entity before he opens his door wide. “She’s with child.”

“She’s not married,” Jackson says with no emotion. He had seen you numerous times here. You stood out in the sea of people. An odd glow seemed to always surround your body. Flashes of you in his mind distracted him immensely.

“It appears that she was raped,” the Father motions the sign of the cross, whispering an odd little prayer before he looks back at the driver. “Judging by her panic attack earlier, it was nearby. I couldn’t get her attention as she stared in the alley.”

“Who would do such a thing? And so close to the church,” he clicks his tongue, and looks down at the floor, “She was always such a devout girl.”

“Yeah,” the driver groans, leaning back in his chair. “It’s a mystery. The princess, well, the young lady was cast out of her family. She has nowhere to go for her or her child.”

“And you brought her here?” Jackson squints, looking back out to the hallway, zoning out for a moment.

“She could be of use. There’s rooms here. Look at it as charity. It’s like the Lord was leading her right into your arms,” Jackson’s crystal eyes look up at the driver, a cocky little grin on his face.

“Thank you, Opie. Take her things down the hall. Let me go see what I can do for the…Angel,” Opie grabs up your things, walking directly to the last room on the left while Jackson descends into the chapel.

Looking around the area, before hearing a broken whimper. Taking a deep breath, he walks into the booth. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

“You don’t have to do this tonight,” but he wanted you to. He needs to hear where your mind is at, and how further to proceed.

“I’ve had impure thoughts of murder.”

“Murdering your assailant?” You shake your head no, twiddling your fingers in your lap. “Why not?”

“I’m free. I’m scared, but I’m free. My mother wanted me to marry an ogre of a man,” he gulps, moving closer to you. You weren’t overly angry at your attacker. It piqued his interest more than it should. “I heard stories about him. He was cruel.”

“He didn’t touch you?” You turn your head slowly, meeting Jackson’s icy blue eyes through the veil. Licking the briny taste that your tears had created on your lips.

“He spends his money on people, and tortures them for fun.”

“Ahh,” Jackson hums. “You were betrothed to August Marks. There’s no proof of what he’s doing.”

“Why would there be? He’s of noble blood, and everyone turns away. My mother was going to make a show of men asking for my hand in marriage, but I think he was willing to pay the most. I would have been dead, and it would have been slow. Evil men rule the world, Father. I thought you knew that.”

“Evil men also took your life away from you?” It is an odd statement that is more of a question, and you don’t know how to answer it. It was evil, but did it save your life?

“But I won’t die. And all I think about now is killing my mother. She hated me. Always did. I was her only daughter. I think she was jealous,” you didn’t she was, you knew. She told you multiple times that you were the child that stole her beauty. Her hips never slimmed again. Her hair had started to turn gray, and the first wrinkle, it was all because of you.

“You shouldn’t say things like that about the Queen. That’s enough to have you killed.”

“Would you tell on me, Father? Isn’t this a private confessional? Can I not freely tell you about my thoughts and sins? About how I want my mother to be covered in blood? Or how I feel him inside everyday?�� Jackson clears his throat, and turns to look at you through the lattice. “The baby is moving.”

“I thought you were being inappropriate,” he clears his throat as his hands drag over his thighs. Stopping to dig his fingers in. Squeezing the muscles on his legs until he winces.

“You thought I was talking about his cock?” Jackson coughs, and whispers a prayer in a language you didn’t quite understand. “I felt that for weeks. My body wasn’t prepared for that, and then it was.”

“You liked it?”

“It’s sin,” you deadpan. Hearing a ringing in your ears, you close your eyes. Going back to that night, and all the emotions that still haunted your every thought. “There’s something wrong with me.”

“There’s something wrong with the world. We’re here to cleanse it. Not everything is black and white. There’s always that gray area where most of us linger. We don’t understand our thoughts, or the way our bodies choose to feel. But we have control over our minds,” and he is struggling to keep control of his mind. Bruises would paint his legs at this rate, but it was the only thing keeping him sane.

“What if we don’t?” A flash of lightning illuminates both of your faces, and for the first time since your arrival, Jackson feels fear. “What if we don’t have control of our minds?”

“You mean someone else is controlling it?” You give him a shrug, unable to explain it. Or maybe it was your mind’s way of explaining your body’s reaction to his fingers gripping onto your hips, and his panting breath in your ear as he tells you that you’re taking him like a good girl.

“I think that’s all for tonight, Princess,” you didn’t have that title anymore, and he was still bestowing it upon you. Looking into your lap as Jackson’s eyes flash towards you. “I’ve prepared you a room. You’ll be expected to earn your keep.”

“And what does that entail, Father?”

“When we are not in this booth, and there’s not one around, call me Jax,” you whisper the name, and a warmth flows through you. It felt natural, and warm to say it. “We’ll discuss your…payment.”

“Will I be required to be on my knees…” Jax can’t read you. Your face is flat without emotion, but your tongue is as sharp as the blade he kept under his pillow.

“Excuse me?”

“In prayer? I’m with child, pretty soon I won’t be able to get up by myself. During church, I won’t be able to be in the chapel, my family will see me, and I’m growing their shame. No one will miss — us.”

Jax takes a deep before opening his door, and stepping over to open yours. “You and I will have private lessons. You will be required to get on your knees — in prayer, and I will be there to assist you up. We…” he looks up at the altar, and then to the floor.

You are giving him all kinds of temptation, and this living situation was going to go one of two ways, and he was not in the right mind to think straight. Sleep deprivation was making him think and feel all kinds of things. Things he shouldn’t be envisioning at all. “We…”

Lightning strobes into the entire chapel, all the while a booming clap of thunder rattles the windows. “I gotta get out of here,” he squeaks, grabbing your hand, and pulling you out of the sanctuary.

His feet shuffle quickly, and you struggle to keep up. Not stopping until he stops in front of your room. “My room is the first on the left,” he was too close to you, but no longer in a room of judging eyes. There wasn’t paintings of all the saints condemning Jax for his sins. Here it was just the two of you.

“We can’t continue to live in sin. Goodnight, Princess,” without even looking Jax moves quickly to his room, and slams the door while the hallway stretches out long before you. The candles create an eerie red warmth, but it chills you to your bones.

Your baby kicks you hard, and you grunt, holding onto your stomach. Unsure if you just keep drifting deeper and deeper into a life altering path, or if you were indeed on the righteous path to a better life. Things were off here. But what other choice did you have? Who would want you? Even though the priest was odd, he took you in.

Jax was fully aware of your condition, and didn’t care about the talk that was bound to happen. Sacrificing for you and your unborn child, and uncaring of what could come of housing you. Something was worth the sacrifice. But was it you or your child?

A chill creeps through your spine, and you look out the window at the end of the hall. The perfect view to your personal hell? Awakening? Enlightenment? You aren’t sure how to describe that night. But there, lighting up with the crooked streaks of the storm was that alley where someone greedily took from you.

The place that changed your life forever. Jax’s bedroom being at the end of the hall, he could have a window there, too. A perfect view of what should be a crime. It was right there. Framed perfectly for people to see. A sinful act that led you straight here. Right under this roof. And right next to the priest who could have seen it all. He could know who did it to you.

Sighing, you press your hand against your little bump, and walk into your room. Much less grand than your old one, but it was yours. And now you are in a different prison.

Jax takes a long drag of his cigarette as he looks out his window. Unable to see anything until the storm lit up the night sky, and he could see everything. Rubbing the back of his head, he stares at the loose brick that no one had bothered to discard, or even put back on the building. A brick that you had lodged out yourself, and used as a weapon, but he still finished. You had eventually quit fighting, and accepted your fate.

He wonders if you knew all that it was going to bring you. Had you not become pregnant, people could have lied about what had happened. But you would never be the same. He extinguishes his cigarette, and grabs up a bottle of oil. Dabbing it behind his ears, and on his forehead. Saying a silent prayer that the minty scent would help his head to quit hurting. And relax enough for sleep to overtake him. And hopefully no dreams. No memories. And no prophecies.

He just wanted to sleep. He wanted his own demons to leave him alone. A few hours of peaceful rest that wasn’t the hoards of nightmarish ghouls telling him what to do. Just a moment of peace. His time was running out. Soon he wouldn’t know peace again.

He lays back on the bed, slowly closing his eyes, “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.”

He knew. And he wanted Jax to keep on sinning. Jax knew it deep inside his blackened soul. He had to keep on sinning. One down. Six more to go…

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Jax Teller x Reader-A Blast From The Past

Requested by @thaliastregona with the prompt angsty valentines day!

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It was so hard to stop this drabble at 500 words!

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Worry washed over Y/n as she sat alone in the busy restaurant. Y/b/f was never late, to anything. He was usually the opposite; which worked because so was she. 

In the few months they’d been together it had become a sort of competition to see how early they could get to places. 

At first Y/n thought she was just earlier than him, but it was now thirty minutes since their booking and still there was no sign of him, no call, no text, nothing, even though she’d called him twice. 

She was just about to leave when she saw the waitress who seated her, walking towards the table. But when she noticed who was behind her, she wished she had left. 

Because it wasn’t Y/b/n who was walking behind the waitress, it was Jax Teller.

Jackson fucking Teller.

In a suit….

“Sorry I’m late, darlin’,” he said, leaning over to place a quick  kiss on Y/n's cheek, before sitting down in the chair opposite her. 

Y/n was seething. 

If looks could kill, Jax would be dead right there. 

Why was he here? 

How did he know she was here?

“What the fuck are you doing here?” She hissed, the venom evident in her voice. 

“I didn’t want you to be alone on Valentine’s Day,” he answered back, picking up a menu.

“I’m not alone my date should be arriving any minute now,” 

Y/n stated, hoping that her words might somehow scare Jax off, but, of course it didn’t. 

Instead, it made a smile form on his face. 

A dark smile. 

One that sent a chill down Y/ns spine. 

“I don’t think he will be,”

It was at that moment, realization dawned on her. 

He’d done something to Y/b/f and that’s why he wasn’t here tonight and Jax was.  

“What’ve you done?” 

“I haven’t done anything,” he said innocently, but Y/n knew he had done something  to Y/b/f, even if he wasn’t the one who actually did it.

She’d known Jax from when she lived in Charming, when she was in her early twenties; they fell in love…or she thought they did, she certainly fell for him. Hard. 

But he broke her heart; so she left Charming, and built a new life for herself.

She moved on. 

Now here he was, sitting in front of her, looking at her, like they’d never broken up. Like he wasn’t the reason why they broke up, five years ago today. 

“What do you want?”

“You,”

Y/n hated how her heart skipped a beat at his answer. It shouldn’t have. 

She was with Y/b/f, she was happy with him, she truly  liked him and could see herself falling in love with him. 

But Jax…he had this hold on Y/n; maybe it was because he was her first proper love…but as much as her mind was screaming at her to leave, for some reason she just couldn’t.

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XMAS BINGO; Christmas Baking w/ Jax Teller

REQUESTED BY @oreillystolemyheart:

— ❄PAIRINGS: Jax Teller x F!Reader

 — ❄FEATURING: Y/n, Abel Teller, Thomas Teller, Jax Teller.

 — ❄SYNOPSIS:  Baking Christmas cookies with Jax and the kids turn into something else 

 — ❄WARNINGS: errors I missed, smut, sex, 18+, nsfw, kitchen sex, unprotected sex [wrap it before you tap it]

 — ❄w/c: 1045

 — ❄AUTHORS NOTE: this is either a special edition of HOHW or a standalone, depends on how you want to perceive it! Yes Christmas is over but I want to get these done so they don’t get put on hold again for Christmas in 2023 only five more to go

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Jax heard the sound of giggling coming from the kitchen, as he entered his house.

Smiling to himself, he closed the door. Locking it behind him.

He made his way toward the kitchen. Seeing Abel, Thomas and you making cookies. You were holding Thomas in your arm, while Abel was next to you. He was known you for a while now after meeting you at a gas station. Originally he was only going to use you as sex, but he found himself falling for you.

Jax leaned against the door frame. Watching you hold Thomas as you went to put the tray that had cookie dough in the oven. Abel stood by your leg. Holding onto your jeans as he watched in awe.

Jax smiled. His heart was warming at the scene.

Once you finished. You closed the oven door. Turning the timer and oven on. Then looking at Abel and Thomas.

“What should we do know?” You asked them. Abel shrugged his shoulders.

“How about we watch a movie?” You asked.

“Yes,” Abel excitedly spoke. He let go of your jeans, grabbing a hold of your hand instead. When you turned around, you saw Jax standing by the door frame. Making you jump a bit. He was smiling at Abel, Thomas and you.

Abel let go of your hand, rushing over to his father. Your heart swelled at the sight of Jax kneeling, so Abel could crash into him. wrapping his little arms around his father.

Thomas rested his head against your shoulder. Looking at his father with sleepy eyes. You already fed him, and changed him, so, it was time for him to have a nap.

Once Jax was done hugging his son Abel, he whispered something in his ear. Abel let go of his father and rushed out of the kitchen. You heard the sound of a door closing. Assuming Jax told him to go to his room.

You arched your eyebrow, as you looked at him. Jax got up. Walking over to you. He pressed a soft kiss against the top of your head. Lingering there for a second before pulling away. Making you smile softly. He then kissed the top of Thomas's head. Gently taking him from you. Telling you he would put him in his cot.

Jax left the kitchen, went to Thomas’s room, and put him gently into his crib. All the while you decided to clean up.

Jax left Thomas's room quietly. Closing the door gently and walking back to the kitchen. When he entered the kitchen your back was turned to him, as you washed the dishes.

Jax quietly snuck up to you. Wrapping his arms around your waist. You jumped in fright. Turning your head to look behind you. Smiling softly as you saw Jax.

“You scared me,” You spoke. Jax smirked at you. Looking at you intently. 

“I can make it up to you,” He smirked, eyes darkening with lust. Bringing his lips to your shoulders. Leaving a trail of kisses along your shoulder till he reached your neck. sucking harshly on your neck. Trailing his lips up to the shell of your ear.

You knew where this was going.

“What about the kids?” You asked.

“You will have to be quiet,” He responded. Turning you around to face him in one quick move. A gasp left your mouth but Jax silenced it with his mouth. Hands wandering up to boobs, grabbing them.

The kiss turned heated as he groped your boobs. In the heat of the kiss, clothes were ripped off, and lingerie and boxers were tugged off in a rush.  Both of you were left naked. Hands wandering all over each other’s bodies. Jax picked you up, putting you on the counter.

His tongue swipes your lower lip. Making you part your lips. His tongue slipped in between your lips. Both of you fighting for dominance. He won.

You were too preoccupied with the kiss, that you didn’t notice one of Jax’s hands wander off your body to grab his shaft. Guiding it to your heat.

Without so much of a warning, he entered you. Making you let out a gasp, while he let out a moan. Breaking the kiss. His head falls to your neck.

His hand cupped your mouth as he pulled out and entered you again. This time at a fast speed. He continued to thrust in and out of you. His moans were muffled by your neck, while your moans were muffled by his hand. Your hands grab his back. Fingernails digging into his skin. Legs wrapped around his waist.

That only caused Jax to groan. Continuing to thrust into you rougher.

Pleasure courses through your body. Your toes curled as he hit your G-spot with every thrust. Every once in a while he would leave rough kisses on your neck.

Your head tilted back as he kept thrusting into you roughly, at a fast speed. His hands on your waist holding in tight. You knew you would have bruises. But you didn't care.

You tried to quiet your moans but struggled to do so. Though Jax’s hand was still covering your mouth.

With every thrust, your body burned with pleasure. Walls clenching around his cock.

Jax removed his mouth from your neck, trailing kisses to your ear.

Praising you as he thrust into you.

With his praises and thrusts, You could feel the familiar sensation form in the pit of your stomach.

With a few more thrusts your orgasm arises. Tears of pleasure spilled from your eyes. As a strong wave of pleasure washed over your body, Moaning his name loudly as you came hard, but it was muffled by his hand on your mouth.

Jax thrust into you a few more times before his climax hit him, moaning lowly into your ear, as you came down from your high, causing you to whimper. Jax’s stilled in you as he spilled his seed inside of you.

He moved his hand away from your mouth, replacing it with his mouth as he kissed you roughly. He pulled away making you gasp. Eyes opened as you looked at him. His eyes were dark with lust still.

“I love you,” He spoke softly.

“I love you too,” You responded quietly…

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My First Night

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A/N: Okay I've been wanting to write this for a looooong time and i think I finally figured it out. I wanted this to be tender and sweet (maybe a bit idealized as my first time was NOT any of those). I honestly miss these two. "My First Night" by Mya was the song that inspired this (YT link below).

Update: I fucked up. I prematurely posted this and have now updated the fic.

Rating: E (18+ ONLY)

Word Count: ~1,300

Pairing: Teenager!Jax Teller x Teenager F! Reader/OC (Opie's sister)

Plot: You're finally ready to take the next step with Jax and lose your virginity to him.

Contains: underage teenage sex, first time sex, losing virginity, PiV, fluff and tenderness

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Jax asks, his eyes locked on yours.

You stare back and nod your head as you let out a shaky breath.

"It's gonna hurt a lot," he warns you.

"I-I'm ready," you reassure him.

Jax leans down to give you a kiss on your forehead before looking down to align himself with you. You wince as he starts pushing in. He pauses when you emit an unpleasant sound and he then sees your face contort.

"We can stop-"

"No, I want to do this," you tell him.

"Okay," he nods.

He continues to gently push in as he watches for your reactions. You try to control your breathing as you feel yourself being stretched out.

"Ow! Ow!" A tear spills from the corner of your eye.

Jax stills his hips again.

"Okay I'm pulling out-"

"No!" you sniffle. "J-just go slowly. How much more is there?"

Jax glances down between the both of you.

"I only got the tip in."

Jax starts placing butterfly kisses on your face, hoping to help soothe the pain.

"I don't wanna hurt you," Jax reminds you.

He thought he got you wet enough, but now he's thinking maybe he should have prepared you more. He got a bit too excited when you told him you were finally ready to lose your virginity to him. The two of you got comfortable enough to do everything up until sex. He would penetrate you only with his fingers and every time, he would make you orgasm, drenching his hand each time. But this time, he may have not given you enough foreplay, rushing it a bit to finally be able to do this with you. He thought the lubricant on the condom would also help. A lot has to do with teenage hormones, but a part of him also wants to do this with you because he wants to, in his own words, make love to you. You thought that was sweet and it made you feel even more special.

"M-maybe if I smoke some weed or have some beer-" you start rattling off ideas, partly to distract yourself from the slight discomfort between your legs.

"No," Jax shakes his head. "I want you to be sober. I'd feel like I'm taking advantage of you. We can try another time-"

"Please, Jackson," you plead. "I want this."

Jax is torn between his raging hormones and his feelings for you. He's even surprised at himself for having so much self-control right now.

"I gotta go all the way in if you want to get past the pain," he says with his brows turned down.

"I can take it," you nod. "Do it."

Jax finally nods and leans in to give you a tender kiss. He watches your reaction again as he pushes in. You wince but don't make a sound. Another tear slips out from your eye and he frowns.

"Keep going," you tell him.

With that, as gently as possible, he slides himself all the way to the brink, making you gasp. He stays still, letting your body get accustomed to the new sensation.

"Fuck, you're so tight."

You start crying, feeling the burn of getting stretched out.

"I know, I know. I’m sorry." He coaches you and guides you through your first time. "It'll feel better. I promise. Just relax."

He wipes the tears from your face with his thumbs and plants a kiss on your forehead. He then starts kissing you again, making out with you for a bit to distract you from the pain, which subsides after a few moments.

"How are you feeling?" he checks up on you.

"It doesn't hurt as much as anymore," you tell him.

"I'm gonna start going in and out, okay?"

You nod and brace yourself. He gives you another comforting kiss before he starts moving. His hips pull back and push in, slowly and gently. You let out a sigh, taking in this new feeling. When he senses your body in a more relaxed state, he picks up the pacing. The old and worn out wooden bed frame creaks as he rocks. The lumpy mattress that’s probably been stained with so many bodily fluids, dips below you. The clubhouse dorm room isn’t where you imagined your first time, but you and Jax had limited options. With the club on a run and Gemma running errands, this was the best time and place, but it doesn’t matter because all that matters is who you’re with.

You were self conscious of being completely naked for the first time in front of Jax, but all those insecurities have gone away. Instead, it is replaced by the feeling of his naked body rubbing against yours. You feel so connected to him in a way you've never expected. His skin is so soft and smooth. The nerves of your skin get more sensitive with each stroke. You want to embrace him with every inch of your body and stay like this forever. You slip your arms behind him, feeling his bare back under your palms as his muscles flex. The burn between your legs has transformed into a more pleasurable feeling and you can feel yourself getting more aroused. Suddenly, Jax pauses, remaining still while inside of you.

"W-what happened?" you ask, wondering if you may have done something wrong.

"I'm just... pacing myself," he replies. "If I keep going, I'm going to bust in like two pumps."

"I-is that normal?"

"For guys my age? Yeah. But I'm also just over excited. I rubbed one out before I came to see you, but obviously, that didn't help."

You catch him studying your face. There's a smile that reaches his twinkling eyes.

"What?"

"Nothing," Jax shakes his head. He opens his mouth again, but he stops himself.

"What is it?" you press.

He simply slots his mouth over yours before moving his hips again. This time, his pacing is a bit quicker and more forceful. You moan into his mouth feeling a warmth forming below your belly. You instinctively wrap your legs around his lower waist and hook your ankles together. His kisses turn feverish as his thrusts pick up. Your fingernails dig into his back.

"Jackson..." you pant. "It feels so good."

Jax groans as he tries to hold back, delaying his release for you. He shifts his hips, changing up the position a little and you moan when he hits a new spot. A somewhat familiar yet new sensation rapidly multiples.

"Oh god," you yelp. Your body tenses and the tightening in your gut spreads.

"Let it go, darlin'," Jax grunts, resting his forehead against yours. "Let it all go."

He punches up against you as he quickly starts spiraling. You moan and cry out when something inside you snaps and the warmth floods your entire body. Jax lets out a growl and lets himself go as soon as he feels your wall contracting, no longer able to wait. You arch up and look up at him, your face contorting as your orgasm takes over you. You gasp when you feel him pulsating inside you.

"Fuck!" Jax growls.

He continues to pump inside of you until all of his seed spills out and collapses on top of you. His face is buried in your neck as you both catch your breaths. Your heart is pounding hard against your chest and you wonder if Jax can feel it as well.He finally pulls back and looks at you again with that same look he did earlier..

"I love you."

Your heart is so full right now, you can cry.

"I love you, too, Jackson."

In this moment, you are so happy, you are certain there is absolutely nothing that can take it away. Jax nudges his nose against yours and your hands cup his face before your lips meet again.

[thisreadswhatever]

His Best Friend's Sister

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 2.2k

[summary]: as Opie’s little sister, you never really had a chance with Jax. but with a plan to make him jealous one night at Diosa, you're hoping you can change all of that.

[cw]: 18+, flirting, slight angst, smut, younger reader (just out of college), pet names, oral f receiving, choking, biting, mildly rough sex, spelling/grammar errors throughout

[an]: this is based off of this request (thank you!) - it took so long to finish as i was struggling to write for awhile. it’s not as rough smut wise as it could’ve been but for my first one in a few months it could’ve been worse. anyways now it’s complete i think it may be one of my favourite things i’ve wrote for jax! hope you enjoy. requests are always welcomed - they really help me gain some confidence in my writing. if you’d like to be tagged in future works please lmk :)

“Are you sure you’re okay with this, brother?”

Jax was perched against the door of the men’s bathroom in Diosa.

“If my sister’s going to be with any outlaw, I guess it’s better off being my best friend.”

Jax was amused at this, smirking as he pushed Opie in the shoulder. “As far as outlaws I’d say I’m a pretty big catch.”

Opie scoffed while he zipped up his jeans, “Just don’t break her heart, or I’ll have to break your jaw.” Jax grinned at his best friend, “fair enough.”

You’d known Jax since you were both little kids, and between him and Opie, you always felt like just the pestering little sister, even if you were only two years younger than them. Once you’d graduated college and moved back to Charming, you’d realised just how much you liked Jax. He wasn’t like any guy you’d met at college, and you were crushing.. hard. It had been weeks of playing it cool, and you were done with the act. Tonight you had put on your best dress for Chib’s birthday party at Diosa, and you were going to make Jax see you weren’t just Opie’s annoying little sister anymore.

He walked in from the back rooms with Opie, laughing and running his hands through his hair, rings on every other finger. There was just something about Jax. You pretended you didn’t see him, but any chick with eyes would’ve looked. Melissa, one of the Diosa girls that you’d recently become friends with, had noticed him arrive too.

“Well if your plan doesn’t work in that dress, you got no chance.”

You’d wore the sexiest dress you had, a black short formed velvet dress with tiny straps and the tightest push up bra you could find.

“It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve worn a dress in front of him. He probably won’t notice me at all.”

Nonetheless, you did what you could to catch his eye. You shimmied on your seat towards the bar to make sure Jax could see you, and maybe he could catch a glimpse of your best assets flaunting with the help of your bra. You glanced over at him, wishing he’d glance back so you could lock eyes, yet he was clearly preoccupied by the heated discussion Tig and Bobby were having.

Melissa sighed, “we gotta go for plan B.”

You had no clue what she meant. “Hey Lucas, get over here.” You shifted your view from Jax to her, shocked by whatever she was conjuring up.

“What the fuck are you doing Melissa?”

“You want Jax to notice you?”

“By talking to a prospect?”

“Just shut up and do what I say.” If she wasn’t your closest friend here, you would’ve punched her. Lucas had only been a prospect with the club for a few months, he was shy and in your opinion, a little too innocent looking to be an outlaw. He stood beside your table, unsure what it was he was there for.

“Hey ladies. What can I do for ya?”

“Why don’t you sit down? We don’t bite.” Poor Lucas was melting at the flirty smile Melissa flashed his way. He shrugged and wedged himself on the empty chair placed at the edge of the table, right beside you. You almost felt bad for him.

Almost. Because it was that very moment that you glanced at Jax, and realised he was looking over now, directly at you, smiling while sipping his beer. Your heart started to race.

“What do you think of y/n’s dress?” She must’ve really wanted you to punch her. How the fuck was this going to get you Jax? Lucas pulled at the collar of his shirt, clearly wary that whatever the answer, he was in for it.

“It’s smokin’. Is that all you called me over here for?” Melissa nudged you on the side, pushing you closer to Lucas. “We just thought you may wanna get to know y/n a little better. Seeming as you’re new to the club and all.” You weren’t sure if Lucas looked delighted at the attention or like he wanted to run for the hills.

Melissa whispered in your ear, “It’s working.”

You looked over your shoulder back to the bar, and she was right, Jax hadn’t taken his eyes off you. You decided to play into it a little more. “Hey Lucas, did you know there’s a room out the back that is completely sound proofed?” Melissa gawked at your blunt question. Okay, maybe that was too far. “Umm.. no...” You leaned into him, placing your hand on his leg. “Yep, wanna see?” Lucas gulped and stood up. “Sure, why not.” You smiled at him and held your hand out for him to take, and you both headed towards the back rooms. You didn’t so much as peak at Melissa, but you did look at Jax. He was still watching, as you left the lobby, hand in hand with Lucas.

“This is the room. Pretty cool, huh?” You walked along the velvet wall frame, covered in grey foam squares. The room was large and full of red silk and tapestry. Lucas trailed behind you, closing the door as he followed. “Why would there be sound proofing at a massage parlour?” You laughed, the poor kid really was as naive as he was innocent. “This isn’t a massage parlour, silly.” You were about to explain, until there was a loud knock at the door. Before anyone could answer it, Jax walked in. “Club business out back, prospect. Tig’s looking for you.” Lucas practically ran, nodding at Jax as he left, slamming the door behind him.

And just like that, you were alone. With Jax. For the first time. Ever.

“Hi, Jax.” was all you could get out.

“Hey there, darlin.”

“Club business? Now?” You sat down on the edge of the bed, brutally aware of how high the skin on your thighs were now exposed from the already too short dress. Jax ignored your question as he sat down right next to you, twirling a lighter in his hands. “What exactly were you doing in here with the prospect?” You couldn’t lie to Jax, you were smart enough to know he’d see right through it. You also couldn’t tell him how you’d used the poor innocent soul to make him jealous either. “He wanted to see the room. I was being courteous.” Jax couldn’t contain the laughter now, “Courteous? He looked like his face was gonna melt off.”

Jax stood up and leaned back on his heels, plainly drinking you in with his eyes.

“Were you always this hot?”

Your heart started to race again, crimson filled your cheeks, but you knew you had to play it cool. You narrowed your eyes at him, “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

Jax smiled back at you. “I never really noticed before. Being Ope’s sister kinda means you’re off limits.” Great. Still in little sister territory. “Then why are you here?”

He was walking to the other side of the room before he sat on the love seat in the far corner. “I wanted to check out the sound proofing.” He was highly amused.

“Very funny.” You figured he was just fucking with you, so you got up from the bed, heading for the door.

“Wait, don’t go.” Jax rushed to stand inbetween you and the doorway, blocking your exit. “I’m only messing with you babe. I’m here cos I couldn’t let Lucas have the hottest girl in Charming.”

“What’s it to you if I’m ‘off limits’..”

The gap between you and Jax was slimming so much you were sure he could hear your heart pounding through your chest. “Play it cool, play it cool” was all you kept repeating to yourself.

“That was before I told Ope I want you to be my old lady. And before I saw you seducing the prospects-“, Jax closed what space was remaining between you, “but I guess if you’d rather have a prospect I could leave you lovebirds to it..”

You shook your head. “Lucas is cute and all but you’re pretty alright too.” Jax leaned into you smiling, turning his back from the door. You moved with him, until you were the one with your back against the door, and Jax so close you could feel his chest moving with each breath. “I definitley don’t want to share you with Lucas.” He was so matter of fact. His nose was touching yours, your body’s morphing into one from the closeness. Fuck.

“Then make me all yours.”

Jax pulled his weight into you, pressing you firmly against the door. You grabbed his cut and pulled him tighter, if that were even possible, securing every inch of your body against his. You wrapped your hands into his blonde hair, tugging at the strands, before pulling your mouth to his. You had to stretch on your toes to reach him, using his hair to bring him closer to your level. He kissed you back with intent, his breath warm and smelling of cigarettes and beer, and you couldn’t get enough. Moans escaped between your lips as his hands travelled all over your dress, pushing you even further into the door so you could feel his hard on rubbing against you.

He pulled your hands from his hair, pinning them above your head to the door. He secured you there with one hand, and used his other to trail his fingers down your chest and stomach, pulling the fabric of your dress higher and higher. He kept his hand against your thigh, gnawing at the skin between your legs, all while kissing your neck as he moved towards your ear. “I like you like this”, he whispered. You groaned at the sound of his praise. This all just felt too good to be true.

He tugged the skin of your thighs tighter and the sensation sent tingles through your core, like a fire was burning in your hips towards your mound. It was all too much. “Holy shit, Jax. Just fuck me already.”

He giggled into your neck and suddenly your hands were released, with your feet lifted off the ground as Jax threw you on the bed. He was standing over you, pulling the buckle from his belt in his jeans. “Mmmm.. well maybe I like you like this better. Take off those panties.” You did as he said, knowing you would follow every instruction he ever gave you without a second thought. You wiggled out of your laced briefs while you lay there, before balling them up and throwing them at him. Jax caught them with one hand, and put them in his back pocket before pulling his jeans off. “What about my dress?” you asked playfully. He knelt down beside the bed, extending his hands to feel you under the dress that was now barely clinging to your body, before sliding them down to your legs and spreading them wide. “Stay just like that.”

He pulled at your hips and slid your body down the length of the bed until you were just hanging off the edge. You whimpered at the touch of his tongue to your soaking pussy. Jax was lapping up every inch of you, and you could feel the pressure mounting between your legs in response. “Jax- fuck- please.” It was all too much. The kneading of your thighs beneath his fingers as he pulled you further into his mouth, his tongue circling and sucking and pulling your clit over and over and over and over. You were almost at the brink of relief when Jax pulled away, smirking at you from the bedside. “Ever since I saw you in that dress I wanted to have my head under it.” He hovered over you, licking his lips before planting them on yours, making you taste every drip of your drenched pussy. You couldn’t take much more.

“Don’t make me beg, Jax.” You could barely get the words out between the gasps of air and his relentless tongue encapsulating yours.

“You don’t have to beg darling’, I’m going to take you so fucking bad.”

Jax pulled his cock from his briefs and slid into you before you could even respond, pounding his length into you while pressing your neck with his hand, choking you into the bed. “Fuck- you’re- so- big.” Your eyes rolled in the back of your head at the fullness inside of you. You wrapped your hands around his arm securing his to your neck, craving more. He pushed his thumb into your mouth, holding it open as he repeatedly thrusted into you. “Show me what your mouth can do, baby.” You did as he said, sucking and caressing his thumb with your tongue as he lifted your legs from the bed, pulling him deeper inside you. You whimpered and bit on his thumb to stop the noises pouring from your throat, before he removed his hand from your neck. He leant down into you, kissing you while fucking you, pulling your dress to expose your breasts.

“Don’t need to be quiet in a sound proofed room babe. I want to hear you.” His words took you over the edge, and you came together simultaneously. Jax collapsed to your side.

“Holy fuck, Jax.” You couldn’t get anymore words out. He grinned at you as you giggled, embarrassed at your lack of words.

Jax kissed you before grabbing your ass and pulling you closer to him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Your cheeks at this point must’ve been the furthest shade of red imaginable. “I’m pretty sure this isn’t real.”

“Better believe it babe. And I’m not even done with you yet.”

[artemiseamoon]

Completed fics (so far)

Summer 2022 onward

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There are older finished fics too, pre summed 2022, Just look at my masterlist.

If this is our destiny | Mayans | Angel, f reader, Manny

The longest ride | SOA | bad boyfriend Jax Teller x ofc ft Jon Bernthal as an omc

The world we no longer know (via Sideblog) | TWD | Shane Walsh, Ofc, Rick Grimes +

Nostalgia antiques (bonus chapter added) | Prospect 2018 | Ezra x f reader

Chasing the moon | Mandalorian | Mando, grogu

Back to Start | TF | Family man Frankie x family x ofc

A little bit of hope | TF | ex Santi, omc (fc Ben Barnes) , f reader

Nocturna Sanguine | Original w/ Ivar (Vikings) Roman (Hemlock Grove) and Kat Graham as my oc

After this is over | Narcos Mx | Smash & Grab crew, Walt, Calderoni, Slate (oc)

A lighthouse in the dark | triple frontier | Amara x Will, the guys

Milk & Honey | vikings | werebear Bjorn x ofc

Flirting with Danger | narcos mx | Ramón x rc

The barmaid & the Spaniard | Pero Tovar x rx

Outshine the sun | TF| Frankie Morales x ofc ft Benny

Neptunium | Vampire John Wick x f reader

Under a Golden sun | Benny Miller x f reader | omc x f reader

Wisteria & Moonlight | Werwolf! Will Miller x Ofc (ft Benny & more)

Elysian | Soulmate AU , Ezra x ofc

Stay in the light | Pitch black au | Johns x ofc

A place to call home | Isabella Bautista x ofc (narcos mx)

When the lights go out | Lights out | Omar Assarian x f reader

Sin | Narcos Mx | Bi! Pacho x f reader, Miguel x f reader

The Edge of Dawn | Donald Pierce x Brandi Cross (Ofc) | Modern western / post apocalypse au

Queen of poisons | Werewolf Ezra x the huntress Nyx

Death Kiss | Vampire Hunter Mayans, ofcs, | JC vampires au

Deep in the woods, the goat-man lives | Creature! ubbe x ofc | Vikings

Decided by fate | Tyler Rake x ofc

Labyrinth | Klonnie (a03)

Artes year of whump (plus fluff and comfort) challenge

What the heart wants | Secret sabra fic | Pero Tovar

Autumn in New York | Nick Vaughan x ofc

[garbinge]

Rescued

Jax Teller x F!Reader From these August Prompts: "Have a drink, relax." & For @the-slumberparty's Bingo Challenge! Bingo square: Rescued Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: This was honestly so fun to write, young and fun Jax is my favorite lol. Warnings: All my fics are 18+, regardless of content. Angst, flirting, cursing, Unsers nickname lol, drinking. SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

The popping of your tire was the cherry on top of a shitty trip but when it caused you to lose control of the wheel and smash into the speed limit sign, that was the boiling point for you. Luckily, you weren’t too injured, the airbag managed to leave a cut on your face somehow and now on top of a fucked up car, you had a bruised face and ego. You had been traveling for hours, just trying to make it back home and everything was going left. Calling the operator was infuriating, all of the numbers you had to press just to get to speak to someone only for them to transfer you to someone else in the Charming operating department.

“I’m looking for someone to tow my fuckin’ car.” The tone you took was one of little patience. 

“Well it’s a good thing you called the fuckin’ auto shop.” A voice with humor spoke on the other line. 

“This a mechanic?” You said taken back. “Sorry, I’ve been playing tag with like 3 different operators.” 

“Don’t worry about it, doesn’t make the top 5 of mean ass customers I’ve talked with.” The man on the line spoke. “So, you need a tow? You got a location?” 

“Uh,” You looked around for a street sign, any landmarks to give an idea where you were when your eyes landed on the green reflective light. “Just off the West Side Freeway, Rt 5.” 

“Alright, I’ll send the tow, gonna be $80.” 

“Ofcourse it is.” You sighed and closed your eyes as the day continued to shit on you. 

“We can workout a payment pl–” The voice was slightly concerned on the other line. 

“No.” You cut him off. “I’m good for it, it’s just the idea that I’m about to drain it all from my wallet.” 

The man on the other line let out a laugh. “We’ll be there in 20 minutes.” 

You thought you were lucky enough that the cops didn’t show up but they were right in front of the tow truck. The older officer was stepping out of the car before the tow truck even parked. 

“Everyone alright?” The man spoke up, as he got closer you saw the name engraved on below his badge. Unser. 

“It was just me, I’m alright. Popped my tired on the highway and the wheel decided to shake out on me.” You pointed to the ending of the story where your car sat plowed over the metal pole and sign. 

“Your uh– you got a little banged up.” He pointed to his face where the cut on yours was. “You sure you don’t want me to call an ambulance or an EMT to check it out?” 

“I’m okay, officer. I really just want to get my car out of here and fixed.” As you spoke you pointed to the tow truck and the long blond haired man who was approaching from the truck. 

Unser turned around and nodded to the man. “Jax.” 

“Uncle Touchy.” Jax’s smile was from ear to ear as he walked past him and directly to you and your car. 

“Hey I’m Jax.” The man nodded at you, keeping his smile the same until it fell a little as he took in your face. 

At first, you thought maybe he was concerned with the cut on your face but his next sentence disproved that theory. 

“I know you? You look familiar.” He said the frown deepening now. 

“I’m not really from around here, so I don’t think so.” You weren’t really trying to go back and forth right now, your main objective was to just get the fuck out of here. That was until it hit you who he was. “Oh shit, you’re–”

“From the truck stop.” His smile grew back on his face. 

“You’re all out of coffee.” Your annoyed voice was yelling out over the front counter of the convenient store down to the cashier who had already checked out.

“Then we’re all out!” The worker didn’t even bother to look at you while he dismissed you. 

“This place is literally called Coffee and Go. That’s what I want to do. Get my coffee and go.” You spoke like it was obvious, which to your point, it kind of was. 

Just as the cashier was about to yell back at you, now looking at you fully the person at the register stepped towards you. “Here, take mine, I should cut back on the caffeine anyways.” 

Your eyes moved down from his young, handsome face to his hand that was extending out the coffee. That’s when your eyes saw the vest resting over his flannel, Sons of Anarchy, Vice President. 

“I didn’t drink from it yet, it’s just got a little sugar in it but besides that it’s just regular black coffee.” 

“You don’t need to do that.” You shook your head trying to dismiss the man’s generosity. 

“I know but if I don’t, I think you’re going to kill that guy.” He leaned in to whisper to you. “And I don’t really want to be pulled in as a witness.” 

“What can I say, I’m a bit of an unruly character without my caffeine.” You reached out to take the coffee. “I’ve been on the road for a while, thank you.” You genuinely said. 

“Don’t mention it, darling.” 

“I didn’t recognize you without the–” You shrugged your shoulders and brought your hands up to mimic holding the vest. 

Jax let out a laugh. “Traded it in for the work shirt for the next 5 hours. Didn’t recognize you with the–” He pointed to his face similarly to the officer before but in more of a mimicking way since you had mocked his kutte. 

“Guess we both went through a few changes since the morning.” You rolled your eyes. 

Small town charm. That’s what this was, everyone knew everyone, people were chatty. As you pulled into the automotive shop you turned to see the line of bikes along the wall and the large reaper over the building diagonal from the garages. Maybe this was a different small town charm than you had thought. 

You had lost track of your conversation with Jax as you stared at the bikers walking around. 

“Never seen an M.C. before?” His voice cut through your thoughts. 

“More like I know them too well.” You mumbled not expecting any reply from him but the confused look on his face was begging for more information as he placed the tow in park. 

“My mom, years ago, was a member of Hell Babes before they patched over into Rebel Supply. It was a Women’s Motorcycle Collective so, probably a little different than this.” You pointed out the truck window and looked back at Jax who was a little surprised to hear the story from you. 

“Or a lot of the same.” Jax’s eyebrows raised. 

“We’ll never know that will we?” You raised your eyebrows back at him. The confused look filled Jax’s face again as he frowned at your statement before taking the keys out of the ignition. “You’re never gonna tell me the reapers' ways of working and I’m not going to tell you anything about the Rebels.” 

“Yea, it’s a lot of the same.” Jax smiled at you. “Let me give the guys the keys so they can start working on an estimate for you.” 

You stood in the middle of the lot, waiting for Jax to come back, taking in the details on each of the bikes, it was bringing back a lot of memories for you, good and bad. Luckily you didn’t get too far down memory lane before Jax was back next to you, now with his kutte over his work shirt. 

“Come on, it’s gonna be a minute.” He guided you towards the tall black building that had the MC logo plastered everywhere on it. 

As you stepped into what you assumed to be the clubhouse the smell of cigars and alcohol filled your nose. It was definitely extremely different from what the Women’s Collective had as their stomping grounds, but what did you expect when it was a bunch of middle aged men in the middle of bumfuck California. 

“Have a drink, relax.” Jax was calling out from the bar as he poured you a beer. 

“The cop gonna come back and DUI test me?” You made yourself comfortable at the bar. 

“Nah, Unser’s cool.” Jax smirked like he expected you to know what that meant in terms of the club.

“Uncle Touchy, you mean?” You asked in hopes for some explanation to the nickname that wouldn’t make you sick to your stomach. 

“It’s just a joke, pisses him off, there’s no rhyme or reason behind it, don’t worry.” Jax laughed, taking a sip of his own beer. 

“This is the second drink you’ve bought me today.” The glass raised to cheers him before you took a sip yourself. The cold beer was like medicine to your aching body, the cold chill relaxed you from not only the accident but the week you were having. 

“Call it fate.” He chuckled. 

“Call it Teller-Morrow Towing.” You rebutted. 

“Speaking of, I thought the coffee was supposed to dial down the unruliness.” 

“Only managed to have half the cup before my tire popped, not enough to keep the unruliness at bay.” 

The two of you continued talking, chatting about your parents and clubs, but still managing to keep pretty much every detail a secret as you talked. Topics changed and there was never an awkward lull or search for another thing to bring up, things just came up naturally, where you grew up, your favorite places to travel, the fact that you stopped riding years ago and how Jax could never give it up, what you were doing coming through Charming. 

It was crazy that an hour had already passed when one of the mechanics had stepped into the clubhouse. 

“Jax! That tow you brought in, estimate is $670 for everything, we can have it done by tomorrow morning, just let us know when to get started!” 

You closed your eyes as you heard the time and price. “That how you let all your customers know the breakdown?” 

“Don’t let most of my customers come in here to wait out their estimate, truthfully.” He grabbed your glass and tossed it in the sink. 

“Let ‘em know to get started.” You stood up ready to retreat out of the clubhouse and figure out your overnight arrangements. 

“Will do, if you want, maybe uh, I can give you that full cup of coffee in the mornin’.” 

He was so smug about asking you that it was obvious what he was saying between the lines. 

“You askin’ me to stay the night, biker boy?” The two of you were now walking down the hallway to the door when Jax grabbed the door above your head and held it open for you. 

“All about the hospitality, baby, and figured it’d be good to caffeinate you in the mornin’ so you’re not unruly to my guys.”  He had a toothpick in his mouth now that was moving around as his tongue played with it. 

“What the gentlemen, Jax.” You crossed your arms before agreeing, what the hell, you were just passing through, right? “Sure, I’ll bite. Thanks.” 

“Don’t mention it, darling.” 

[carni-val]

The Light At the End of the Hallway [Jax Teller]

pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader [from Pomegranate Seeds]

summary: When the events of that fateful night caught up to the two of them, Jax did what he was always taught to do.

warnings: Slight angst, spoilers for Pomegranate Seeds

author's notes: Hey y'all, so I've been thinking about writing this for some time now but after seeing this photo prompt from @writer-wednesday, I was inspired to write it. I guess you can consider this an AU of some sorts? But this does follow my Pomegranate Seeds fic, so if you haven't read that, I suggest doing so before reading this! I hope you all enjoy it and thank you so much for reading.

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A whirring buzz sounded, breaking Jax from his thoughts. He put the book he was reading flat down against his chest and craned his neck to look over at the correctional officer staring at him through the bars of the jail cell he now inhabited.

As the cell door slid to the side, Jax sat up in bed, guard raised high in the face of authority.

“You got a visitor,” the CO informed him, moving to the side of the opening to allow him to walk through.

Jax huffed out a sigh, his head bowing as he debated declining the offer. The idea sent a deep pain coursing through his chest. His heart could never deny her.

Jax nodded once as he stood up and made his way out of the cell. In the hallway, his eyes caught sight of the caged light hanging just outside his cell. It beamed brightly today; the previous bulb dying out yesterday and this one was dying to escape the confines it now found itself in. It made the worn out bars that made up the door to his own cage look all the more grimy. The slim slice of cushion was a poor excuse for a mattress, but at least the pillow was firm. At least it was him instead of her.

“Let’s go,” the CO prompted once Jax’s hands were cuffed in front of him.

He kept his face stoic, showing no sign of emotion because they were all so jumbled together inside him that he didn’t know which one to feel first: pain that would inevitably force itself into the light sooner or later; tranquility at the thought of seeing her face; or frustration that she just didn’t listen.

Jax only nodded to a few familiar faces he’d befriended whilst here; some who were friends on the outside, and others who provided protection, goods, and services. They made things a little more bearable in here.

He walked through the bleak hallways with the CO following closely beside him. He was used to having people by his side; whether it was the Sons or her, but the jingling of keys on this guy’s hip and the look of disdain permanently etched into his features made Jax’s lip curl in annoyance.

There was a window on the door leading into the visitor’s room. Just one last barrier to walk through until he was in her vicinity again. The door opened and Jax stepped in, eyes locked on her the entire time. Every time he spotted her in a crowded room, he became more and more convinced that the skill was innate. He blocked out all the other men wearing orange pants and white t-shirts; they were all preoccupied with their own loved ones anyways; with returning to the humanity that had been stripped from them the moment they walked into their cells.

She was smack dab in the middle of the room, keeping her eyes down at her folded hands as she waited impatiently, her leg bouncing underneath the table. He’d only gotten a few steps closer until her eyes latched onto his like a magnet.

He tried to keep his face as stoic and natural as he could, to show her that she didn’t need to come and see him every chance she got, but his heart stopped beating for a moment as he took in the weight of her stare; it blanketed over him the way she sometimes would when they would lie in bed together.

When she stood up and pulled him into a tight hug after his cuffs were undone, the smell of her perfume made him dizzy and he found himself clutching onto the very thing that made him feel something anymore.

He missed this: feeling something. But feeling something in here was dangerous and seeing her out in the open like this instead of in private made his stomach clench uncomfortably. He didn’t want all of these eyes on her.

They sat across from one another at the table and it had only been a week but he swore she was even prettier than before.

He felt her cool wedding band against his hand and he felt his lip curling again at the rules that prohibited him from wearing his matching one. Something he’d dreamed of showing off all his life taken away from him in the blink of an eye. But still, he was glad it was him.

“I told you, you can’t show up like this,” Jax tried to keep his tone firm but with her gaze watching his every move, taking it all in and storing it in her mind the way he was doing with her, melted his steely resolve into a puddle of silver.

“I know,” her voice was shaky. She was still trying to deal with all of this, despite the two months that seemed to fly by; two months that barely made a dent into his prison sentence. “I just had to see you.”

Her hands were shaking and he clutched them tighter in his. She’d been having a hard time with all of this — so was he, but he was just better at hiding it.

He hoped she didn’t see the new scars on his knuckles that were forming. He’d gotten into his fair share of fights here; some that were provoked by outside forces, but all of them an outlet for the molotov cocktail of emotions that had been brewing inside of him.

“That’s why you tell me on the phone and I set up a private meeting for us.”

She let out a shaky sigh, her head bowing as she tried to compose herself again. He could feel tears prickling the back of his eyes but he swallowed back the lump in his throat and clutched her hands tighter. This is why they needed a private room.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

His heart pinched in guilt and he let his lips latch onto her delicate hands, relishing in the metal of her rings against his warm flesh. He pulled away before he could give the officers something else to bark at him about.

Jax ducked his head, eyes meeting in the short distance. “I’m happy to see you,” he promised as he let her hands go. “I just don’t want all of these guys seeing you and knowing who you are. I don’t want the club getting caught up in any of this again.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat and straightened up in her seat, feigning bravery. “You’re right,” she agreed, knowing first hand just how hard he worked to follow through on his father’s wishes for the club.

The Sons had just gotten themselves clean of all the mud Clay dragged them through and he wasn’t gonna let all of that hard work go to waste.

Jax longed to reach out and caress her cheek; to feel the warm, supple skin beneath his tired hands. To run his thumb under her puffy, red eyes and soothe the weight there, to take it on and shoulder it.

He listened intently to everything she had to tell him about the outside, though there wasn’t much new information. They spoke on the phone as much as they possibly could, Jax even getting a hold of a cell phone he kept strategically hidden in his cell where he’d text her late at night, reminding her of his love for her. Cryptically reminding her that he didn’t regret how any of this played out.

She had a tendency to overthink in the middle of the night and he wanted to soothe her the best way he could. It served as a comfort to him too; a distraction from the screaming matches that took place in the middle of the night for whatever reason, his cellmate’s chainsaw-like snore, and the lack of her warmth next to him in bed.

She was falling apart at the seams, but she’d pick herself up again. She had the club to help her with anything she needed and Abel to take care of. He’d be the same if the roles were reversed, maybe more so than her, but he’d been here before. She never had.

A few years after that night at The Charming Florist, the woman that Hale had arrested was released from prison with a clear bill of physical and mental health, and she didn’t waste any time filing a police report on her missing boyfriend. When the cops started sniffing around about that night, they tried to reassure themselves that Hale had nothing — it happened so many years ago — but as the investigation went on, they had to come up with a plan. There was no question in Jax’s mind about what he had to do. It was what JT taught him to do for his Old Lady and what Elijah expected of him; a silent promise he’d made to his deceased father-in-law.

He didn’t regret it.

They were just starting to forget about everything, and Jax had even gotten a laugh or two out of her, but the CO’s bellowing voice announcing that their time was up shot the mood straight into the dirt again.

Heavy hearts weighed in their chests as they stood up and embraced one another again. She clutched onto the white t-shirt he was wearing and his arms latched around her like a vice.

“Next time, call first,” he said lowly to her.

She nodded and he felt her tears staining his neck. He brought his hand to the back of her head, clutching it as he whispered promises to her that everything would be okay. Lowen was working on all of it right now; his sentence could still be reduced, they just had to figure out how. The story Jax spun to the cops was a good one and made him solely responsible for the murder that took place. He just hoped it wasn’t too good and afforded him some kind of leeway into a shorter sentence.

Hale had a hand to play in it, no doubt, but he wasn’t buying it entirely. Jax could see it in the way he looked at him during the interrogation. It was a hard sell, but he knew Hale loved her almost unconditionally, so when Jax played into that, Hale eventually turned the other cheek.

Jax pressed a kiss to her lips, savouring the feeling of her kissing him back and her hands resting on his waist while his fingers entangled in her hair. He missed her delicate touch; often finding his mind fleeting back to their most recent conjugal visit and relishing in the way her fingertips danced over his torso and how soft her hair felt against his arm as it was curled under her to hold her close to him. How the end of her nose bumped against his as they lay facing one another; the distance between them nearly non-existent so all they could see was each other and it almost felt like they were back home again; like what happened at the shop stayed between them, like Jax didn’t take the fall for her, like they were together at home and happy, just like they’d always dreamed of being.

At the bark of an officer, Jax let his lips pull away from hers, keeping her close enough to finally tell her what he needed to say — what she needed to hear — clearly and earnestly, “I don’t regret it.”

He released her before the COs could come pry him off of her. He didn’t want them anywhere near her, so he held out his hands willingly, paying attention to the cool metal against his hot skin to try and steel himself from the sound of her gasps as she cried even harder. He swallowed the lump in his throat but his eyes watered nonetheless.

Jax bowed his head and followed the CO’s lead back to his cell.

The light perched outside of his cell was still as bright as ever and Jax found himself focusing in on it again. Its rays of light extended beyond its cage, beaming out optimistically, and the bulb itself seemed like it would break the shackles around it any second now.

Relief flooded his wrists once the handcuffs were off.

Once he was back in his cell, Jax kept his eyes on the light, the bars of his cell door obscuring his view momentarily before the CO walked away.

A smile began to tug on Jax’s pink lips before he made his way to his bed and lay down, picking up his book and settling into place on his mattress. He took one last glimpse at the light before finding his place amongst the words on the page again, smiling, because he knew Lowen would help him find a way; because he would be okay for as long as he needed to be in here; because it was him instead of her; and because he kept his Old Lady safe and out of trouble.

[drabbles-mc]

Cooling Off

Jax Teller x F!Reader

Inspired by Day 5 of the August Prompts: pavilion

Warnings: enough fluff to get buried in, this would be post-canon if canon was different lmao, no use of “y/n”

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: When I tell you that today’s word almost made me bail on the August Prompt Challenge altogether. 😂 I struggled through this fic. I never wanna see the word pavilion again lmao. Here’s hoping it came out alright despite how long it took me to get going with it! 😅

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The second that their feet hit the blacktop of the parking lot at the park, both boys took off like they’d never been let outside before. They were screaming and laughing as they hot-footed off to the playground, leaving you and Jax to grab the bags from the trunk of the car. Neither of you expected anything less, but it still made both of you laugh.

You fought the urge to call after them to be careful, and Jax could see it on your face. He laughed as he pulled down the door of the trunk. Slipping one strap of the backpack onto his shoulder, he nudged you in the direction of the picnic tables that were off to the side of the playground. Still close enough to keep a decent eye on the kids running around playing, but far enough to be underneath the shade of the cover they’d thrown over the few tables they had. The two of you set a much more leisurely pace than the kids as you strolled.

Setting the backpack down on the bench, Jax pulled out the water bottles for the boys, also grabbing one for you and tossing it over to you without a warning as you went to sit down across from him. You laughed, managing to catch it just before it was too late.

You shook your head at him as you sat, “No wonder those boys are the way they are.”

The smile on his face made up for his childish behavior, as always, “Yea but you love all three of us.”

“Hmm,” you tried to keep a straight face but your smirk was peeking through, “you’re on thin ice some days, Teller.”

He chuckled as he sat down across from you, “You’re a Teller now too, don’t forget that.”

Your gaze immediately drifted to the rings on your left hand, your tone joking and light despite the genuine warmth in your chest, “How could I?”

Reaching across the table, he took your hand in his own. His thumb traced over your knuckles, lingering on your ring finger a little longer than the others. His eyes might’ve been fixed on the two boys running around a few yards away, but it didn’t stop the gentle affection that he was giving you. You watched him for a few moments, a smile on your face. It was nice to see him out of the kutte sometimes, just in his t-shirt and jeans, doing family things that had nothing to do with the club. The breaks were good for him, good for all of you. He always looked so relaxed, and you enjoyed the sight of that before turning and focusing on the same thing that he was.

It was nice, seeing the two boys running around playing not just with each other, but with other kids their age as well. You knew that Jax was worried for a little while about the two of them, because of everything that’d happened, but kids were nothing if not resilient. In the last few years that you’d known all of them, they’d come a long way, the kids and Jax. They were all happy, all getting a bit better and stronger each day.

“I love you,” you gave his hand a light squeeze.

He turned back to you, a soft smile on his face, “I love you too.”

“You know what’s kinda nice?” you asked.

He lifted his chin slightly, “What’s that?”

You laughed, “The fact that the two of them are old enough to play with each other and the other kids without us having to be on top of them all the time.”

“You don’t wanna melt out there?” he joked.

“I would if I had to,” you shook your head, taking a sip of your water, “But if I don’t have to? Even better.”

He shook his head with a smile as he turned back to the playground, where Thomas and Abel were chasing each other up and down the steps that lead to the slide. The laughter that broke up the screams let you know that they were happy screams, at least, even if they might not sound like it to an untrained ear. You knew it wouldn’t be long before the two boys roped the other kids currently at the playground into whatever game they were playing.

It was a peaceful afternoon for you and Jax. It wasn’t like the two of you got a ton of time for just the two of you—you sort of had to make it for yourselves. This was about as close as it got sometimes, and it suited you just fine. You knew that his boys were part of the deal from the get-go, and you were more than fine with that. Besides, even though you two may not have been really alone, there was something nice about just you two sitting at the table together with the sounds of the boys’ happy, chaotic noise not too far off.

On days like this, Jax was usually more than happy to just sit back and take it all in. He didn’t need to occupy himself with anything besides watching the kids, and having the scattered conversations with you from across the picnic table. It was usually the closest he got to relaxing and doing nothing. You, on the other hand, tended to bring things to do. It was usually a book to read, or a notebook to write in. It was never work, but you liked having something to do. You needed to be a bit busier than the man sitting in front of you. He could tell when you were really into whatever it was that you were doing, and he tended not to interrupt you, content just to watch you get engrossed in it, but every now and then he would lightly nudge your foot with his own underneath the table, or reach across and give your arm a soft, affectionate squeeze. And, even if you didn’t always reciprocate the gesture or verbally respond, your lips always curled into a smile.

You did look up from your book, however, when you heard the sound of running footsteps getting closer. Your smile widened at the sight of Abel and Thomas both sprinting over to the table, cheesy grins on their faces and sweat glistening in their hair and on their foreheads.

They skidded to a stop next to the table, chests heaving as they tried to catch their breath from all of the running, climbing, and yelling they’d been doing. You shook your head as you put your bookmark in and shut your book, moving to hand each of the boys their water bottles.

“Breathe,” you laughed, “and make sure you drink a lot of water. You’re both sweating up a storm.”

“It’s,” Abel was still trying to catch his breath, “so hot out there.”

You chuckled, nodding, “I know. Why don’t you two come sit in the shade for a bit?” you gestured towards the table, “Give yourselves a break,” you knew the chances of them actually stopping and sitting still for a moment were slim to none, but you still had to be responsible and put the offer out there.

“Pfft,” Abel shook his head, looking and sounding so much like his father for a moment, “no way.”

Jax chuckled, grabbing his own water bottle and pouring a little bit of water over each of the boys’ heads, getting rewarded with shrieks and laughter from each of them. You saw the way that they instinctively lifted their shoulders as the cold water trickled down their necks, and you had to laugh.

“That’s cold!” Thomas was laughing through his jitters at the sensation.

“It’ll feel good when you’re back out in the sun,” Jax smiled, nodding towards the playground that they were no doubt about to run back to.

They didn’t need any more convincing, haphazardly throwing their water bottles onto the table and taking back off towards the sunlight, and more importantly, the jungle gym. You chuckled as you watched them running, droplets of water flying from the ends of their hair.

“Those boys really don’t have an off switch, do they?” you said with a laugh.

“If they do,” Jax smiled and shook his head, “I haven’t found it yet.”

“You didn’t have one as a kid either, I’m sure.”

He laughed, “Hell no,” he looked over at you, a smirk on his face, “I still turned out alright, though, right?”

You smiled, “Yea, I’d say so,” you casually slid your book back into the bag and reached for your water bottle, taking a sip, “Hopefully you’re still as fast as you used to be?”

The smile didn’t fade from his face but his brows knit closer together in confusion, “Why’s that?”

Your smile grew into a full-blown grin, “Otherwise you’re never gonna get me back for this,” you leaned over the table and dumped what was left of your water onto Jax’s head, not unlike what he had done to Able and Thomas a few minutes before. You were cackling as you hopped up from the picnic table and took off towards the playground, fully intending to rope the two kids into the chaos with you.

Jax let out a shocked laugh, not having expected that to be what was coming. Swiping his bottle off the table, he started after you, “So much for not wanting to run in the heat!”

“Told you,” you called back to him, still laughing, “I would if I had to!”

Even though Abel and Thomas didn’t know exactly what you and Jax were doing, they could tell by the fact that the two of you were running and laughing that they definitely wanted in on it. With no hesitation, they ditched whatever game they had previously been wrapped up in and took off to see what the two of you had gotten yourselves into.

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Breath Play by @chaoticgeminate (f!reader) **

✨ Javier Peña

Size Difference by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader) **

✨ Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

Kinktober, Morning Sex by @flightlessangelwings (f!reader) **

✨ Oberyn Martell

First Time by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader) **

The Light in Your Eyes by @lightsinthedistancee *

Worth the Risk by @the-blind-assassin-12 (cw: blood, injuries, pain, angst)

✨ Pero Tovar

Body Worship by @clydesducktape (f!reader) **

Stripping by @clydesducktape (magical au) (witch!f!reader) **

The Halloween Hit by @absurdthirst & @storiesofthefandomlovers (cw: violence, infidelity, divorce, pregnancy, major character death) (f!reader) **

✨ Max Phillips

Guardian Vampire by @absurdthirst & @storiesofthefandomlovers (cw: vampirism, drugging, alcohol) (f!reader) **

✨ Misc. Pedro Pascal Characters

Pedrotober by @imtryingmybeskar (silva, a strange way of life, marcus pike, ezra, prospect, marcus moreno, pero tovar, zach wellison, javi g, jack daniels, frankie morales, din djarin, & more) (gn!reader)

Winktober by @oonajaeadira (soft kinktober) *

TRIPLE FRONTIER

✨ Benny Miller

Dry Humping by @clydesducktape (monster au) (f!reader) **

Kinktober, Floor Sex by @flightlessangelwings (afab!reader) **

✨ Frankie Catfish Morales

a/b/o by @clydesducktape (a/b/o dynamics) (alpha!frankie) (omega!gn!reader) **

Drunk Sex by @clydesducktape (monster au) (vampire!frankie) (f!reader) **

Love Bites/Marks by @clydesducktape (‘omega’!frankie) (assassin!f!reader) **

Thigh Riding by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader) **

Witchy Woman by @movievillainess721 (plus size!f!reader) *

✨ Santiago Pope Garcia

Carving Contest by @dailyreverie

✨ Will Ironhead Miller

Breeding Kink by @clydesducktape (bodyguard au) (f!reader) **

Captain and the Siren by @rayslittlekitten (dad!will) (wife!f!reader) **

Making it Out Alive by @artemiseamoon (f!reader) *

MISC./MULTI. FANDOM

✨ The Amazing Spider Man (Andrew Garfield, Peter Parker)

Don’t Leave Me by @softtdaisy

✨ The Batman (Alfred Pennyworth)

Coming Up Roses by @saradika (f!reader) **

Slip into Your Skin by @stargirlfics (black!f!reader) **

✨ Bridgerton (Benedict Bridgerton)

Gentle Stroking of Cheeks While Kissing by @starryeyedstories

✨ Charlie Hunnam Characters

Jax Teller

Not All Leaves Turn in Autumn by @rayslittlekitten (ofc)

King Arthur: Legend of the Sword

Dirty Talk by @autumnleaves1991-blog (wife!f!reader) **

✨ Interview with the Vampire

like the bonfire that burns (that all words in the fight fell to) by dragonlqrd on ao3 (lestat x louis) **

like a heathen clung to the homily by dragonlqrd on ao3 (lestat x louis) **

the blood is rare and sweet by dragonlqrd on ao3 (lestat x f!reader) **

✨ Marvel (Valkyrie)

Toys by @flightlessangelwings (f!reader) **

✨️ The Originals / The Vampire Diaries

An Act That Brought You Joy (series) by Merontheshore on ao3 (elena gilbert x the originals) **

Bienvenue (series) by @Merontheshore on ao3 (klaus mikaelson x doppelganger ofc) **

Labyrinth: A Bonnie Bennett x Klaus Centric Universe (series) by @artemiseamoon (bonnie bennett x klaus mikaelson) *

** be sure to check out part one for more monthly fic recs including star wars, rogue one / andor, & moon knight

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