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Falling Apart & Torn at the Seams [5/5]

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader Word Count: 5.6k [Series Masterlist][Jax Fic Masterlist]

warnings/tags: 18+; pregnant!Reader, angst with an eventual happy/hopeful ending, emotional hurt, threat to abort (because it's Clay), angry Jax, Clay being Clay

a/n: This is the final part of this angsty mini-series, so hopefully y'all enjoy the way it wraps up! It's also vastly longer than the other parts. Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

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The red and blue flashing lights sharply tore through the black night, the colors coating everything they touched–the pavement of the parking lot, the concrete of the clubhouse, the reaper above the door, and the Sons where they stood watching the police on their compound.

Jax stood beside Opie in front of the closed auto shop, casually finishing off the cigarette pinched between two of his fingers while his other hand was tucked into the pocket of his jeans. His eyes tracked Clay’s steps across the lot as two police officers escorted him to the back of the police car, his hands cuffed behind his back. It took everything inside of Jax not to call out to Clay, itching to taunt him one last time. But just before Clay climbed into the backseat of the police cruiser, he glanced over to where Jax stood smoking near the garage.

Jax pulled the cigarette out from between his lips, blowing out a cloud of smoke that drifted up into the dark sky. His hard stare met his step-father's before one corner of his lips slowly drew back into a satisfied, triumphant smirk. Because he’d won, and Jax wanted to remember this moment. He wanted to sear it into his brain so when he finally found you, he could give you a detailed retelling of the look crossing Clay's face when he realized that he was finally getting what he fucking deserved for all the shit he’d done over the years.

Jax flicked his spent cigarette to the ground, shifting his attention away from Clay as he was shoved into the back of the car. He crushed the smoke beneath his shoe, grinding it into the pavement. While he still wished he could be the one to personally end Clay for everything he'd done–for everything he'd taken and tried to take from him and the others–he knew he'd have to settle for this quiet vengeance. Because it wouldn't be long until Clay was transported to Stockton prison where Jax had exchanged a favor for a favor.

As the police climbed back into their cars, the Sons began to gather around Jax. Because with Clay gone, he'd moved up in rank–the proof soon to be stitched onto his leather. Looking around himself, Jax could see the frustration and confusion on his brothers’ faces. Clay’s arrest had come as a shock to everyone but himself, Opie, and Gemma.

“What're we gonna do about this mess?” Tig asked, eyes on Jax as he gestured a hand across the lot to the police cruiser. “He's looking at life in prison for this shit.”

It took a considerable amount of control for Jax to keep his expression neutral and not to laugh as the police cars began slowly pulling out of their compound. Clay would've been fortunate to even be looking at that long. He was lucky if he had a week.

“I called Lowen already,” Jax began, attempting to quell the guys’ fears. “She said the DA has DNA evidence all over the scene and the bodies. They even got a murder weapon with his fingerprints on it.” He shrugged, continuing with a shake of his head as he attempted his best to fake sincerity. “She said it sounded like a clear cut case.”

“She say if they're giving him bail?” Bobby questioned.

Plastering a faux somber expression onto his face, Jax shook his head again. “Nah, not for what he's getting picked up on,” he replied. “Lowen is certain the judge assigned to his case is gonna deny it because of his history.”

Tig cursed loudly, running a hand through his dark hair in frustration. The tension among the Sons was palpable as Jax’s gaze passed over each man. Except for Opie, who'd helped Jax tip off the police and practically handed them everything they'd needed. Hale had been all too happy for a chance to take Clay off the streets for a crime he’d actually committed.

“We’ll do what we can to secure him protection inside,” Jax informed the guys. He shrugged a shoulder again, still putting on a show like he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. “But that might be all we can do. We won’t know more until Lowen does.”

The heavy tension still hung thick in the air around the group, Tig and Juice staring down at the end of the lot where the police cruisers had disappeared a minute ago. Chibs had begun pacing in front of the garage, one hand running back and forth across his mouth like he was deep in thought, while Happy stood there against the building, a cold look in his eyes as he stared off into the distance. Jax glanced over at Opie beside him, his best friend wearing his usual stoic mask to cover up his own true feelings about what they’d done. While both men had admittedly felt some level of guilt at making this call–especially behind the club’s back–Clay had it coming. He’d been wielding his power too freely for too long.

Bobby let out a sigh before making his way over towards Jax, a grim look on his face. Jax shifted his focus over to the man who’d soon be the new sergeant at arms after Jax had made Opie his vice president. He had a feeling he knew what Bobby was about to bring up, and he tried his best to hide the fact that he was itching for the news.

“Probably not the best time,” Bobby began solemnly, “but you said you wanted me to reach out to Precious and get you in touch with Colletti to find your missing girl, right?”

Jax nodded in response, struggling to keep his emotions in check. He had asked Bobby a few days ago to reach out to his ex-wife's current husband, Sergio Colletti. The man was a decent bounty-hunter and possibly the only person Jax could think of who could track where you'd disappeared to over these past couple of weeks. He needed someone who could access more than what Juice could, someone that could actually pick up on your trail to find where you could've gone because you’d clearly been covering your tracks too damn well. He assumed you’d been doing such a good job of it because you were afraid of Clay finding you. It was the only thing that made sense.

“Yeah, you hear back?” Jax asked him.

“He said he'd set up a meeting with you,” Bobby told him. “Tomorrow afternoon. Look, I know the timing isn't great–”

“It's fine,” Jax said, cutting him off. “I can handle the Clay shit and still meet with him. I'm not abandoning my girl, Bobby. She’s been gone for two weeks now without a word. I need to fuckin’ find her and make sure she’s alright.”

Bobby nodded, that grim look still spread over his face. By the way he was standing there still looking at Jax, he knew this wasn’t the end of the conversation. All he’d told to everyone–besides Ope and Gemma–of your disappearance was that you’d mentioned being threatened before you’d disappeared. And now, he was going to pin that threat and Clay’s messy crime scene that led to his arrest on Lin and his men. They’d already been in the middle of some shit with the Triads, it wouldn’t be hard to pass it.

“Think it’s all connected?” Bobby asked, voice dropping lower. “Your girl and this shit with Clay?”

Jax made a face, shrugging his shoulders a little. “It’s gotta be,” he answered. “No way Clay was that goddamn messy dealing with that warehouse problem. And someone scared my girl off. Gotta be Lin and his guys.”

“Guess you got your hands full of shit to sort through already, pres,” Bobby said with a sigh, clapping Jax on the shoulder. “But you know we got your back. With your girl and all this other shit.”

Jax nodded at him, his eyes briefly flickering to Opie before returning to Bobby. “Yeah,” Jax replied. “I know, brother.”

Sitting on the couch at your best friend's place, you were scrolling through a listing of jobs in the area on your laptop once again. You needed something with health insurance before your pregnancy started showing and no employer would want to hire you knowing you'd be on maternity leave in a matter of months.

You needed money. You couldn’t just keep crashing at Lauren’s place out near Modesto trying to hide from Clay. Her apartment was only about an hour outside of Charming and you weren’t entirely sure if that was far enough to keep Clay from following through on his threats. Which is why you’d been using cash whenever you needed to make a purchase over the past couple of weeks, but you couldn’t keep that up. And you couldn’t keep relying on Lauren even if she’d been more than happy to help you after you’d showed up at her door and told her everything.

You’d long since tossed your old cellphone, uncertain if Juice was capable of tracking it. Though you figured Clay probably knew a guy who knew a guy if he really wanted to find you, so you’d bought a prepay from the store that you’d been using instead. Considering how poorly things had gone when you’d tried to ask Jax for help the last time you’d seen him, you hadn’t tried to reach out to him at all, either.

You’d been curious to know how he’d reacted to your sudden disappearance. You imagined he’d been upset because you knew Jax wasn’t a heartless asshole, he’d have had to feel something when he’d realized you were gone. But had he assumed you’d taken that final argument as some sort of breakup and just moved on? Had he even tried to find you? Had he figured out why you’d left and what you’d been trying to tell him in the first place?

But honestly, none of that even mattered because you and your unborn baby weren’t safe as long as Clay was around. He wanted to pull Jax deeper into the club, and you were already ruining that by taking up his attention. Adding a baby into the situation would only make it harder for Jax to have the singular focus that Clay demanded from him. He’d never let you back into Charming, especially not while carrying Jax’s child.

Absently picking up your glass of water beside you, you tried to stomach a few sips of the cool liquid. By now, the morning sickness had hit you in full force. There were only two periods of the day where you could reliably manage to get food into you–briefly around noon, and just around dinner time. Any time other than that? You wanted to be sick. Even water sometimes had your stomach churning.

And almost everything smelled off to you. Even your own scented soaps had your nose scrunching up in distaste when you took a shower. Food wasn't any different. The only thing that didn't smell weird was cigarette smoke, but obviously you weren’t walking around finding smokers outside just to deeply breathe in their toxic secondhand smoke. But it reminded you of Jax. Of safety and comfort and how things used to be months ago before Gemma and Clay had turned you both on each other.

Setting the glass of water back down onto the coaster on the coffee table, you heard the familiar rumble of an approaching motorcycle outside of the apartment building. Your focus returned to the laptop in front of you as you continued to scroll, searching for an opening somewhere that sounded promising. While Lauren was at work during the day, you’d been here applying to jobs online in between the napping and the puking.

You stopped scrolling when your eyes landed on something that looked interesting–a fairly decent paying receptionist position that you were qualified for after working as Teller-Morrow’s office manager. Opening the page, your eyes scanned across it as you began reading about the position while trying to ignore the constant fatigue that came with the first trimester of pregnancy.

You’d only gotten halfway down the page when you heard a knock come from the door of the apartment. Pausing, your eyes narrowed at the screen in front of you. That was strange because Lauren obviously had a key to her own apartment and she wouldn’t need to knock. If she’d somehow forgotten her keys, she had the number to your new phone and she’d have called you.

Your attention drifted over the top of your laptop screen, lingering on the apartment door that someone was currently standing outside. A slow, steady stream of fear began to flood you as you felt your pulse increase along with your thoughts. Had Clay finally found you? Had he sent Tig after you because you hadn’t gotten far enough away from Charming? Was he here to kill you this time?

Closing your laptop on the coffee table, you cautiously rose from the couch while your eyes remained on the front door. Padding softly across the wood floor in your friend’s apartment, you moved as quietly towards the door as you could. With each step closer, your heart beat harder inside of your chest, your breath nearly stopping when you finally reached the door. You placed a hand flat against it before leaning in close enough to look through the peephole and out into the hall, fully expecting to be met with the sight of a gun barrel–but it was Jax.

Taking a step back, your brows deeply knitted together in confusion. How had he found you? You had been trying to avoid using any possible way to trace yourself, he shouldn't have been able to track you to Lauren's. But despite your surprise at seeing him standing there in the hallway, you were grateful it was him who'd found you instead of Clay.

You pulled back the deadbolt before unlocking the door, swinging it open a second later. You’d somehow expected not to still see him standing there–somehow thinking you’d imagined it–but the moment the door was open, his eyes locked right onto yours.

It felt like time had completely stopped. Both of you just stood there in silence for a long, drawn out moment simply staring at each other. What felt like an eternity later, you finally remembered to breathe as your hand tightened around the door handle. In the growing silence, Jax’s eyes began scanning you over, a myriad of emotions passing over his face in rapid succession that it was impossible to tell exactly what he was feeling.

Your own eyes took in the state of him in return. He looked exhausted. There were dark shadows underneath his eyes and his hair looked messy in a way that had nothing to do with having just been on his bike. His facial hair had grown out, like he hadn’t bothered with it since you’d left a couple of weeks ago. He smelled very much like cigarette smoke, but instead of the intensity of the scent making you nauseous like everything else, you found yourself struggling not to just step forward and bury your face into his chest, letting the smell of him surround you while you sobbed against him.

You’d missed him so damn much these past couple of weeks. But you were still incredibly fucking pissed off and hurt over that last argument and the way he’d reacted to you. Jax had never been so cruel and cold in the past. You hadn’t recognized him that night. And in the days since then, you’d still wondered if maybe he’d gone and spent that night with someone else after he’d left.

Eventually, Jax’s eyes returned to your face and you caught the way his lips trembled. He looked like he was struggling to keep himself composed–which was not like the Jax you knew.

“I fucked up,” he breathed out, finally breaking the silence. “I fucked up so goddamn bad, baby. I don’t even–”

He broke off, his head dropping guiltily as he shook it. Gripping the door tighter in your hold, you refused to let him inside the apartment and off the hook that easy. But when he raised his head again, you had not expected to see the tears welling in his blue eyes. The sight of the raw emotion on his face hit you right in the chest like a physical blow.

“I’m sorry,” he continued, voice thick with emotion. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry. And I know that’s not even enough to begin to cover all this shit, but it’s the goddamn truth. I fucked up that night. I was tired from the bullshit Clay had me dealing with earlier, I wasn’t fucking thinking when I came to your place. And I…” He trailed off, wincing as he looked away from you. “I shouldn’t have treated checking up on you like it was just another damn job I had to take care of that night.”

His gaze dropped down to the hallway floor outside of the apartment, his eyes briefly closing as guilt and shame washed across his features. This was easily the most vulnerable you’d ever seen Jax. He looked like he was near tears, struggling to keep his voice steady.

“You needed me,” he said, his words suddenly so quiet you had to strain to listen. “You needed me and I let you down. And I can’t change that. I can’t go back and fix that.”

Jax sniffed hard before he looked up, his expression shifting as his eyes met yours again with an intensity and determination you’d never seen suddenly reflecting back at you. He took a step closer towards the doorway, an earnestness in his words as he continued.

“But I have spent the past couple weeks trying to make it right,” he assured you. “And I promise I’ll never let you down again, baby. Either of you.”

His eyes dropped down to your stomach and for a second you were confused before it fully hit you. The realization felt like a weight slowly lifting off of your shoulders.

“You know?” you asked him.

Holding your gaze again, he nodded. “Broke into your place when you wouldn’t answer the door or the phone for a couple of days,” he confessed, a sheepish smile creeping onto his face. “Found a box for prenatal vitamins in your bathroom garbage can.”

Chewing your bottom lip, you tried to take a steadying breath. So he knew you were pregnant now, and he wasn’t freaking out, either.

“That wasn’t how I wanted to tell you,” you admitted quietly.

He nodded once again, that small, sad smile still on his face. “I figured, darlin’.”

Hand still gripping the door tight as if it was a lifeline, you tried to process what he’d just said. So he’d known that you were pregnant this whole time you’d been gone from Charming? But then something else he’d just said passed through your mind again and your brows drew together in confusion.

“What do you mean you’ve been trying to make it right?” you asked him slowly. “Trying to make what right?”

“The shit with Clay,” he answered. “Took me far too goddamn long to realize what was goin’ on that night. That he’d threatened you. That he’d done it while knowing you were carrying my child.” He paused, his jaw clenching in anger briefly before he shoved it back down. “So while I’ve been trying to find where you’d disappeared, I was also trying to make Charming safe for you both. Because darlin’, I want you to come back. You don’t belong out here.”

You shook your head, the confusion still written on your face. “Make it safe how, Jax?” you questioned. “Clay isn’t just going to let me come back to Charming. He’s not–”

The sentence died in the air when Jax’s hand reached up, grabbing part of his kutte and lifting it up towards you. The gesture caught your attention, your eyes dropping down to the patches. Almost immediately, you noticed his ‘vice president’ patch had been replaced by one that simply said ‘president.’ You stared at it, trying to make it make sense.

“Clay was arrested almost a week ago,” Jax began, speaking slowly and clearly. “Left a lot of evidence behind at a warehouse where the police found a few bodies. Pretty clear cut case. Judge didn’t grant him bail so he got transferred to Stockton prison to wait for trial.”

Your eyes gradually left the patch on his kutte, slowly making their way up to meet his again. He didn’t falter as he continued.

“He was attacked in the cafeteria yesterday afternoon,” he told you. “Got a call from Lowen. Stabbed a few times by a couple of guys. Bled out.”

Mouth opening in surprise, you stood there staring at him. You didn’t know how to react to that, but something in the way Jax was looking at you, after what he’d said about making things right, had you knowing that he was somehow behind Clay’s death. Jax had a hand in it.

“You…?”

You couldn’t even finish the thought. Half of you felt a wave of relief crash into you, your past few weeks of worrying now feeling like it was finally at an end. Clay wouldn’t be after you now, you wouldn’t have to worry about him. But the other half of you felt a little nauseous at the thought, knowing you somehow played a part in it, too.

“He had it comin’ for a long time, darlin’,” Jax assured you as if he could see what you were thinking just by the look in your eyes. “Got away with too much for too long, trust me on that. But now he’s not around to make threats. He can’t hurt you. You can come back to Charming. I’m giving you your job back at TM, you’ve got your apartment to come home to, and–”

“Jax, we still have a lot of fucking problems,” you pointed out, cutting him off. “And what about Gemma? She’s just going to let me come back to work after that?”

“Gemma didn’t fuckin’ know what Clay was doing,” Jax explained, shaking his head. “Not entirely, at least. And I’ve already talked to her. She knows if she wants to be in any part of her grandkid’s life, she’s going to have to knock her bullshit off.” He sighed, running a hand through his shaggy, messy hair. “And yeah, we did have problems. Most of them caused by two people who aren’t gonna be stickin’ their damn noses in our shit anymore, but we do have some shit to discuss.”

He jutted his chin towards the apartment behind you, his brows raising up onto his forehead. It was clear what he was asking–to come in and talk. Releasing a sigh, you knew you needed him to answer just one more question before you felt comfortable doing that.

“If you want to come in, I need an honest answer,” you told him, hoping this time it didn’t end in disaster again. “I don’t want to fight. I don’t want to keep bringing this up, either. Whatever you tell me, I’ll believe. But I want the truth, Jax.”

The look on his face made it apparent that he knew exactly what you were going to ask before you even did. But you needed to know to finally put this all to rest.

“Did you ever sleep with anyone all those times Clay kept telling me you were?” you asked him.

“Darlin’,” Jax said, taking the final few steps towards you. His hands raised, cradling your face between them as his thumbs gently brushed over your cheeks. “Baby, I love you. I haven’t slept with another girl since we got together. I swear on my goddamn life it was all bullshit meant to tear us apart. None of it was true.”

There was a moment where you held his stare, letting the words settle around you. Then your hand finally left its death grip on the door handle before both of your arms wrapped around him, pulling him into you. He tucked you in against himself and that feeling of safety you'd always known with him blanketed you instantly despite the past couple of weeks.

“I missed you so goddamn bad,” he said, burying his face against the top of your head, his arms nearly crushing you to himself. “Was so damn worried something had happened to you. Couldn't fucking sleep while you were gone. Kept thinking the worst.”

“Surprised you even found me,” you told him, voice muffled against his kutte.

He chuckled, his arms holding you somehow tighter against himself as you began walking him backwards into the apartment. The corners of your lips curled upwards at the sound.

“Hired a bounty hunter to find you,” he told you, a hint of a smile in his words. “Bobby’s ex-wife's new husband. That's how goddamn good you hid yourself.”

A surprised gasp flew out of you as you unburied your face from his chest and looked up at him. Jax met your gaze with a grin spread wide over his lips.

“You hired a legitimate bounty hunter to track me?” you asked him.

“Ain't a goddamn thing I wouldn't have done to find you, darlin’,” he told you. “I said I wouldn't stop until I did. And now that I have, I intend to apologize as much as I goddamn need to so you come back home. Go ahead and yell at me all you want, I deserve it.”

Part of you wanted to chew him out for how he'd let you down that night, but you figured that discussion could come later. As you buried your face back against his chest again, there was only one thing you wanted to do right now.

“I don't want to yell right now,” you whispered. “I just want you to hold me.”

His arms pressed you against his chest as he buried his face against the top of your head again. “I'm right here, baby,” he assured you. “And I ain't fucking things up again. With either of you.”

Jax slipped his shoes off by the front door of your apartment, both of his hands full of takeout bags. His messy hair was tucked beneath his black ‘Reaper Crew’ hat as he grinned at you where you lay curled up on your couch, wrapped up in one of your soft blankets. You'd been watching pointless television while waiting for him to come over, but now your eyes were focused on the bags in his hands, your sensitive nose due to the pregnancy picking up on the smell of food.

“Took me far longer than I'd have liked,” Jax said, stepping into your living room before triumphantly raising the bags in both of his hands, “but I got it all, baby.”

“I can smell that as much as I see it,” you told him, a smile drawing over your lips.

“The tacos you've been craving,” he began to list, making his way over to your coffee table, “cheese fries, onion rings, and fried rice from that place just outside of Charming. Along with a few other things, and some cookies Gemma baked because she said you'd been craving sweet shit.”

Pushing yourself carefully up into a sitting position on the couch, you watched as Jax began laying everything out on your coffee table. He'd begun pulling containers out of bags and the smell of so many different things combined should have smelled positively disgusting to you, but instead it had your stomach growling hungrily.

“Really?” you asked skeptically, arching a brow at him when he glanced over his shoulder at you. “Cookies from Gemma? Are you sure she didn't poison them?”

“You're pregnant, sweetheart,” he reminded you, a teasing grin on his face. “Pretty sure you've got a few months before you can start to question that.”

You hummed in response, scooting closer to him along the cushion until your thigh brushed against his. His focus fully shifted from the takeout in front of him to you, his hand resting on your knee and gently rubbing it.

“How you feeling right now, darlin’?” he asked. “Still nauseous?”

Shaking your head, you leaned into his side, finding comfort in having his presence once again. You'd been back in Charming for almost three weeks now after that entire situation with Clay firing you, threatening you, and running you out of town. After plenty of serious discussions and apologies from both Gemma and him, things had steadily returned to how they used to be between you and Jax. Even with the president patch on his chest, without Clay always trying to keep him from you, Jax was around as much as you let him be–which was almost always.

While you'd been surprised that Gemma had helped Jax and Opie get rid of her husband, when Jax had told you the truth behind their marriage–the time Clay had laid hands on her, the lies behind her back, their own slow growing apart–it had started to make sense. Especially when Jax had told you that Clay had killed his own father, something you'd never known, and that Gemma had always known that the day would come when Jax would seek his own justice for it. Her acceptance of the situation was easier to understand with Jax’s explanations, and her shift in behavior towards you began to grow even clearer.

“She loves family more than anything,” Jax had told you. “She’s not gonna pick Clay over me and a grandbaby, especially after him trying to get rid of her own flesh and blood like that. And she knows better than to sour the relationship with you now. Not if she wants to be grandma.”

“I'm just starving,” you answered him. “You timed your running around and getting back here just right for that weird window of me being able to stomach food.”

He squeezed your knee affectionately, a warm smile on his lips. “Good, cause I was trying to,” he told you. “Still fuckin’ weird, though. Your morning sickness operates on a schedule as strictly as you do.”

Your knee nudged his playfully at the jab. “Funny, babe.”

Turning your attention to the food he'd spread out, you grabbed an onion ring and tossed it into your mouth. Somehow it tasted twenty times better than usual, especially with how hungry you were, and you couldn't resist the faint moan as you chewed. Jax snorted beside you, heading turning over his shoulder as he chewed on a cheese fry.

“You need a few minutes alone with the onion rings, darlin’?” he joked. “Christ, you'd think I didn't do a good enough job getting you off earlier.”

You reached out, your hand hitting the bill of his hat and playfully knocking it off of his head. Jax chuckled in response as it fell to the floor by his feet while you grabbed another onion ring, shooting him a pointed look.

“Welcome to pregnancy hormones, Jax,” you said around the bite of onion ring. “Apparently it makes women insanely horny, especially in the second trimester.”

A devilish grin spread over his face before he popped the rest of the cheese fry into his mouth. “Yeah?” he asked as he chewed. “Gonna want my dick as much as you want onion rings?”

“More than that,” you answered, returning his grin.

He hummed in response, a mischievous glint in his eyes clearly telling you he'd be testing that out later. But then his expression softened as he finished chewing his food before he leaned over and placed a kiss along your temple. His warm lips lingered against your skin for a moment and you leaned in even closer to his body beside you on the couch.

“You staying here tonight?” you asked when he pulled away, watching him unwrap a burger from the slew of greasy food on the coffee table. “Or do you need to get back to the clubhouse? Thought I overheard Bobby saying something about managing a problem when I was in the office?”

Jax shook his head as he swallowed down the bite of burger he'd taken. You remembered overhearing something about a problem with the Triads when you'd been at Teller-Morrow this afternoon, something you probably weren't supposed to have heard.

“Let's just say I called in a favor for a favor,” he assured you. “The problem is dead and buried, so I'm all yours tonight, babe.” He turned towards you, taking a large bite of burger and chewing with a grin on his face. “And every night after that,” he said with his mouthful.

“And they call you Prince Charming, huh?” you teased him.

He patted his chest as he chewed, that crooked grin on his face. “I'm your knight in dull leather, darlin’,” he joked, mouth still full. “What can I say?”

With a soft laugh, you shook your head before reaching over and grabbing one of the tacos on the coffee table. Things definitely felt like they used to between you both and you couldn't have been happier to no longer have anyone meddling in your relationship. Especially since soon there'd be a third addition to this dynamic, and you loved how excited Jax had been about it, surprising even yourself.

Things were finally looking up for you three.

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the-s1lly-corner · 2 months ago

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hi!! maybe jax x abstracting reader could be an interesting concept, not sure if you've done it before but i don't think you have (also i love your writing!!)

Jax when the Reader abstracts

i could have sworn i wrote this waaaay back but i cant find it (granted i didnt look hard theres so many posts to sift through in the masterlists....) ++ weve gotten more episodes since then and thus more jax stuff! woo! notes: gn reader, no happy ending, something somerthing that "he doesnt like presenting himself as vulnetable" hc is being dusted off for this, theres no saving you, written on computer cws: not technically death but yk, loss of a loved one

its... hard. of course its hard. losing someone is never easy, and it never will be- it doesnt matter how many times he sees someone abstracting. but for you to give up just like that? its like hes been crushed

but he doesnt let it show- at least not in the way of "hes going to cry and mourn outwardly", he doesnt like crying around others. actually he doesnt like crying in general, he wouldnt even do it around you if there was ever a need for it

hes more likely to show off his grief in the form of being more of an annoyance or leaning deeper into his "i dont care" attitude. hes not as bothered about your loss as people might think why would anyone ever think that? ignore how defensive he gets whenever someone brings you up or asks him how hes doing- because hes doing fiiiiiiiine! hes fine! theres nothing wrong, hes okay its no big deal

he doesnt like looking at your room- he doesnt even like looking at the door when he walks down the hall to his own room. its like the red X over your picture is silently taunting him

it hurts and it makes him angry but he doesnt have the nerve to cover your door or vandalize it. hes not heartless enough to disrespect the dead like that- even if youre technically still alive

your loss does make him more closed off to new comers

#jax x reader #jax x you #jax imagine #the amazing digital circus x reader #the amazing digital circus x you #amazing digital circus x reader #amazing digital circus x you #digital circus x reader #digital circus x you #tadc x reader #tadc x you #canon x reader #canon x you #x reader

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brunettemarionette · 4 months ago

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hello :) could i ask for headcanons (separate) for how the guys from SOA (anyone you want :) i was thinking about Jax Juice Tig and Chibs but feel free to add or remove) would react to reader sketching them as they work on cars and bikes? i picture like darling reader working at the TM reception, no client is there and she really wants to practice her drawing skills so she just starts sketching the closest guy she can see? and maybe the guy notices or maybe sees the sketch in some way :) bonus point if said guy has a crush on her heheh thanks :)

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

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

🇲🇦🇮🇳 🇲🇦🇸🇹🇪🇷🇱🇮🇸🇹 💜🇸🇴🇦 🇲🇦🇸🇹🇪🇷🇱🇮🇸🇹

𝗝𝗮𝘅 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

At first, he doesn't notice. He's too busy working on a Dyna, hands covered in grease, muscles flexing under the shop lights. You're sitting at the reception desk, sketchbook in hand, quietly focused.

He finally catches on when he comes up to grab a beer from the mini-fridge near your desk. As he leans over to snag one, his eyes drift to your sketchpad, and he sees a detailed rendering of him—brows furrowed in concentration, wrench in hand, looking effortlessly cool.

A cocky smirk spreads across his face. "Damn, darlin'. You been staring at me that hard?" His tone is teasing, but there's a definite glint of interest in his eyes.

He picks up the sketchbook, studying the drawing closely. "Shit, you're really good. Got me looking like some biker model."

Totally milks it. "If you wanted a close-up, all you had to do was ask," he adds with a wink.

He keeps bringing it up. Whenever you have a pencil in your hand, he jokes about "posing" for you—flexing a little harder when he knows you're watching.

If he's got a thing for you, he low-key asks Chibs or Opie if he should ask you out. And then he starts paying way more attention to how he looks when he works, knowing you might be sketching again.

𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗯𝘀 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

Doesn't notice at first because he's deep in concentration. He's fixing up an old Harley, cigarette between his lips, brows furrowed. You think he looks perfect like this, so you start sketching.

Eventually, he glances up and catches you staring. He raises an eyebrow, smirking. "What are ye up to over there, lass?"

You try to hide the sketchbook, but it's too late. He walks over, wiping his hands on a rag, and gently pulls it from your grip.

His reaction? Pure admiration. "This is… bloody hell, lass. This is fantastic." He runs a finger over the page like he's afraid to smudge it.

Super touched that you chose him as your subject. "Didn't know I was a muse, but I like it."

If he has feelings for you, this moment cements them. There's something about seeing himself through your art that makes his heart clench.

"You should keep drawing me," he murmurs, giving you a look. "I like the way ye see me."

𝗧𝗶𝗴 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

The moment he sees the sketch, he is dramatic.

"Oh my God, you're obsessed with me," he gasps, clutching his chest like he's been hit with an arrow. "I knew it."

Absolutely hams it up. Starts posing ridiculously, one foot up on a stool, chin tilted like he's in a Vogue photoshoot. "Here, get my good side."

Then he actually takes a proper look at the drawing… and he's shocked. It's not just some casual doodle—there's real detail, effort, and skill.

"Jesus Christ, doll… this is amazing." His voice drops an octave, suddenly more serious. He stares at the way you captured his expression, the way the shadows hit his face.

A rare moment of sincerity from Tig. He might joke around a lot, but seeing himself through your eyes—your eyes—hits different.

If he has a crush on you, this boosts his ego so much. He'll start showing off even more when working, flexing when he turns a wrench, throwing you smirks.

"If you ever wanna sketch me in the nude, just say the word." (He is 100% serious.)

𝗢𝗽𝗶𝗲 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

Totally oblivious. He's focused on the bike in front of him, forearms flexing as he tightens a bolt. You, meanwhile, are in full-on artist mode.

Jax is actually the one who busts you. He walks by and sees what you're drawing, then loudly says, "Damn, Ope, you got a fan over here."

Opie turns, confused, and sees the sketch. He instantly gets all awkward. Scratches the back of his neck and looks down at his boots.

"You… you drew me?" His voice is quiet, almost unsure.

When he finally looks at the sketch, he's genuinely amazed. "Holy shit. This is really good."

If he has a thing for you, he is dying inside. Like, full internal panic. He already had a crush, and now you're sitting here drawing him like he's some kind of inspiration?

Tries to play it cool but fails. "So, uh… you just… draw people? Or just me?"

Keeps the sketch if you let him. He folds it up carefully and tucks it into his kutte, carrying it with him like a secret.

𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

At first, he doesn't react at all. He's working on a custom bike, laser-focused, barely paying attention to anything else.

You don't even realize he knows until he speaks up. Without looking up, he says, "You been staring at me a long time, girl."

You freeze. The pencil in your hand stops moving. "Uh… I was just—"

He turns his head slightly, catching you in the act. One eyebrow raises. "You drawin' me?"

Happy is not a man of many words, but he's intrigued. He walks over, peers down at your sketch, and lets out a low chuckle.

"Damn. You made me look mean." He actually looks pleased.

If he has a crush, this messes him up. He doesn't get flustered, but he does start watching you more closely after this, noticing how often you glance his way.

Might actually ask you to draw him again. But he'll phrase it casually: "You should do another one sometime."

Later, if you're not around, he'll flip back to the page and just… stare at it. A rare, almost smile on his face.

𝗝𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗲 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

This man is a blushing mess.

He finds the drawing completely by accident. Maybe you step away for a second, and he happens to glance at your sketchbook lying open on the desk.

He instantly realizes it's him. His eyes go huge.

Panics. "Oh my God. No way. No freaking way."

When you come back and see him staring, he immediately starts babbling. "This is—you—you actually—Holy shit, you made me look cool!"

Cannot handle it. His ears go red, he's grinning like an idiot, and he keeps sneaking glances at you like he's trying to figure out if this means something.

If he has a crush, this just makes it ten times worse. He starts acting even more awkward around you, fidgeting dropping things, but also trying so hard to be smooth.

Low-key asks Chibs and Tig if he should frame it.

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secretlysamcro · 3 months ago

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Hey :) I need to know what it would be like having a friends with benefits relationship with jax. Maybe he falls when he knows he shouldn’t

Jax is needy as hell when it comes to you and the arrangement you have. He doesn’t even try to hide it, any inconvenience in his day, any stress any little thing that throws him off? He knows exactly where to go. Jax could have any women he wanted, any of the crow eaters, any of the porn girls, but since meeting and sleeping with you? You’ve become the one constant thing. Whether it’s your mind, your heart or your pussy, he craves comfort that only you can give.

Those little moment after sex, Jax talks more than he means to. Not just small talk or lazy compliments, the real fucking shit. The kind of stuff that’s supposed to stay behind closed doors at the table. He knows he shouldn’t, he knows the rules, and the weight they carry. But you’ve got this way about you that just makes it all feel safe, like his words can stay with you and go no further.

Whether it’s sitting on your couch, talking low while his head rests on your chest, or laying next to you after he just finished putting you through the fucking mattress. He trusts you with it, maybe more than he should. There are however, some things he would NEVER tell you. Not because he doesn’t trust you, but because he respects you too much to give you any information that could make you a liability.

When it comes to the actual sex, Jax is everything. He doesn’t just stick to one way. It all depends on his mood, most of the time though, it’s rough. Real fucking rough. Full of teeth, bruising grips and low growls against your neck like he’s trying to fuck the anger out of himself. Jax’s favourite position? doggy, but flat doggy. Your face down, chest against the bed and the arch of your back just fucking right. He grips at your waist like it’s the only thing holding him together. His hands sliding further down your body the deeper he tries to go, like he’s trying to crawl inside of you. Your muffled moans and the wet sound of your pussy taking every hard thrust drives him absolutely insane. And those special nights you let him cum inside? That’s his fucking weakness. He stays buried deep, grinding into you. His fingers digging into your flesh like he’s scared you’ll disappear if he lets go. His cock throbs, veins thick and swollen as he spills every last drop inside you. And when he finally drags himself out, it’s so fucking slow, pulling out the mess he just made, dripping down between your thighs while he watches like it’s a fucking masterpiece.

But, it was supposed to be simple. Just sex, no feelings. That’s what you both agreed on. Something easy in his world full of chaos. But somewhere along the line, everything begins to blur. Jax doing what he swore he wouldn’t. He started falling for you.

Quietly. Deeply. Jealously.

And when he realises he’s gone too far, he does what Tellers do best. He shut the fuck down. Pushed you away like it meant nothing, like you meant nothing. Because this, wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to bite his tongue every time ‘I love you’ nearly slipped out, whilst inside of you. So now? When the stress gets too much, the weight of all the outside influences crushing down on him, he doesn’t come to you anymore. He finds some random girl at the clubhouse. Let’s her ride him. Moans in her ear. Closes his eyes and pretends it’s you. Not because he doesn’t want you, because he does.

But loving you was never part of the fucking plan.

xoxo secretly samcro

#jax teller #jax teller one shot #sons of anarchy #headcanon #secretly samcro #jax teller x reader #samcro #jax teller imagine #soa #charlie hunnam #jax x reader

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cosmicflare · 2 years ago

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・﹒・﹒・ why are ya avoiding me? [1]

Summary: You avoided him at all costs because frankly, he was an asshole, doesn't mean he avoided you though. He constantly flirts with you but you just take it as him trying to anger you. It works, but you start to feel like he's being serious, and you have butterflies in your stomach just thinking about him. However, he finally confronts you one day, and you don't know what to do.

Warnings: 15+, suggestive remarks, pet names

Pairing: Jax x GN!reader

Series: Part 2

Notes: I'm not proud of this writing at all, but I'll keep it as it is for you guys!

It was a normal day at the digital circus, as normal as one day can be in this wacky place. The adventure-of-the-day just finished up and you purposely made it so you weren't close to Jax at all, but he kept slithering into your personal space like you haven't set clear boundaries. You hate him, simple as that, regardless of how many times Ragetha claims that you must have a crush on him. The audacity. Jax is a bitch, asshole, shithead, he was terrible to everyone, who could like someone like that?

Well, despite making your status clear on the relationship between you to, he didn't get the memo- no, no, he just didn't care. At every single chance he got, that bitchass rabbit would flirt with you. It frustrated you to no ends because he obviously was just doing it to get a rise out of you and it was working. Every time you got upset, he would smirk and call you "cute", it set you off even more. Even though his body (and everyone else's including your's) was just a fake, digital avatar, you still found him somewhat attractive.

I mean who could deny that he was cute? His voice didn't do him any favors either, but it didn't get rid of the fact that he was a bitch. Every time you blushed at his flirting (which was shamefully more than what you would have liked), he would get closer and tease you about it. Pomni made it abundantly clear that you two acted like a married couple, which is so far from the truth.

So why did it feel different this time? Zooble was talking to you about how they never liked going on Caine's "adventures" because they were stupid, which is fair considering he only did it just to keep us from going insane from boredom and abstracting, they always felt like something that would be in a game for little kids. You tried to pay attention to her, truly you did, but your gaze kept moving over to Jax as he was conversing with Pomni about something you couldn't hear. You shouldn't be staring at him so much, why were you?

"You gonna tell him?" Her question caught you off guard. Tell who what? You knew exactly what she was talking about, however you chose to play dumb even though it won't work.

"Uh what do you mean?" You ask, head turning to her, feigning innocence as she sighed and rubbed her nonexistent temple, grumbling.

"Don't be dumb Galka, you like him even though you say you hate him. Everyone knows, I mean you look at him like you love him" Love him? As if! Far from it, you hate him.

"But I uh...I don't! He really gets my nerves Zooble! He wants to piss me off because its fun! That's why he flirts so muuuuch!" You whine as you look over to the one in question, but this time he stared back at you. Eyes widening, you quickly turn back to Zooble, however, its too late as he's already saunter over here like he owns the place with his shit eating grin loud and clear on his stupid face.

"Well hello there Galka, looking adorable as always" Immediately, you felt your face warm he flirts with you yet again, refusing to look back at him.

"Leave me alone @@#@$, what part of "don't come near me" is hard to understand?"

"Oh I understand fully. I just wanna know oooone thing" His voice pissed you off, especially when he spoke in that tone, one that reeked of smugness. Yet, butterflies erupted in your stomach as he spoke, his presence made you flustered, why? Out of annoyance most likely, only reason.

"Why are ya avoiding me, Cutie?" There it is, the elephant in the room that you refused to address and that stupidly cliche nickname that you loved from him out of his dumbass mouth.

"I'm not avoiding you, I'm just...coincidentally not around when you are" Shamefully looking down at the floor so he didn't see your face, you knew it was a weak excuse but it was better than accepting fate and saying nothing. That didn't deter him in any way as his feet popped into your field of vision. Shit, he is right in front of you. His arm came into view as his hand sat under your chin, soon lifting it up to meet his gaze, smirk ever present.

"Yeah, sure, likely story. Wanna explain why you look like you're having very dirty thoughts right now? Are they about me?" His statement made you scoff and step back, waving your hands to separate from him. The AUDACITY, again why was everyone claiming you liked him? How could you want to be with this person when he said shit like that?

"Oh please! In your dreams #%#@$head" Turning around, you started to make your way to your room, it was a bit of a walk but you didn't mind it. Plans sometimes were never made to be followed through as Jax appeared yet again in front of you.

"C'mon let me walk you to ya room at least" How did he know you were heading there? God he never fails to ask to be punched in the grion.

"I don't think anything here is going to put me in any danger #%@$ Bunny, leave me alone" You spoke firmly, not wanting any slips to happen, voice strong as you walked with a purpose, pushing past him to the one place that Jax isn't present. Well...physically at least. Ok maybe you did have a feeeeww pictures of the rabbit in there, but it was to remind you how much you hate him, yeah that's it. Nobody else knew because you never let anyone enter and since nobody else had a key, it worked out.

"Oh are you sure sweet thing? Don't worry your secret is safe with me of-" He holds your shoulder to stop you before leaning in close your head "all those pictures you have of me"

#jax x reader #the amazing digital circus #jax #tadc #tadc jax #the amazing digital circus jax #x reader

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hotdamnhunnam · 9 months ago

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Alright. What do you think Jax favorite sex position is? In the show we mostly saw missionary but I refuse to believe that he is „boring“ 😂🫢😏

Okay okay okayyy so HEAR ME OUT on this lol but I actually think missionary IS his favorite!!! 😂

Not because he’s boring or vanilla as we all know he’s the opposite, an infinitely kinky piece of shit — rather because he makes missionary his bitch and damn does he know how to savor it 😈

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

I mean, let’s imagine the scene:

Jax loves the way he gets to witness every perfect look of pleasure on your face … to suck the moans out of your mouth ‘cause fuck he gets off on how sweet your slutty desperation tastes …

… to feel your tits so closely pressed against the muscles of his chest … so close he even feels the pounding of your heart in sync with his and knowing that it beats for him alone is just the fucking best …

… to wrap his hand around your throat and make you gasp for breath, each kiss he claims off of your lips a holy prayer and the only air you need because you love this man to death …

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

So yeah I think he really digs being on top of you, and making sure that every inch of you gets crushed beneath the full weight of the body and the soul of the sex god who fucking loves you!! ❣️

He’d also love spitting repeatedly into your filthy greedy little mouth if that’s something you’d want him to do 💦🤤

With all that said I do think Jax has some close second/third/fourth fave positions too:

Up against the wall, like when he comes home from a long hard day and has no fucking patience to get to the bedroom at all

Doggy while yanking your hair back and spanking your ass because although he is a god he is also a raging primal animal

Cowgirl because he loves that view of you and because he is an asshole who gets off on topping from the bottom to prove to you that he will always be in full fucking control

Thank you for the ask ahhhh this was so much fun to answer lol 😋💖

#this man redefines the whole damn concept of sex positions #this one is called ‘missionary’ because he’s my religion 🤴🏼🛐#charlie hunnam #jax teller #sons of anarchy #soa #headcanon

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clowndragonhonkhonk · 1 year ago

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ Romantic Headcanons ˖ ࣪⊹

Just some nonsensical ramblings about some of my favourite characters and otherwise underappreciated characters (that I also love.)

➲ 𝐏𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢, Ragatha, Zooble, Gangle, Princess Loolilalu + Reader (Separately)

➲ Romantic ☒, Platonic ☐

➲ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 Count; 5,298 Words

➲ Warnings/notes; Gender neutral reader, Ragatha's is purely self-indulgent, enby Zooble, more story-focused in Zooble's part, Gangle is a weeb, Ragatha is a girlfail, Princess Loolilalu is much taller in my mind than in the show, tiny bit of angst in Zooble's part, everything else is extremely fluffy

𝐏𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢

✪ You are only anchor of sanity in this world, at all

✪ To be honest, Pomni probably didn't even notice you until the very end of episode one, which is fair considering everything she went through

✪ You or Ragatha were the one who probably snapped her out of her little episode at the feast. Like, Ragatha was the one who noticed and cared first, but you were the one who shook her out of her little stupour

✪ And that was how you introduced yourself to Pomni. Which totally freaked her out how she managed to miss an entire person when she first spawned into the cirucs, but you also just jumpscared her by appearing out of nowhere

✪ Despite that, you were still a part of the group she somewhat trusted - The group that she could imagine catching her when she fell in her nightmare

✪ You probably had some quirk to you like everyone else, but at least you weren't up in her face being an asshole like Jax or babying her more than she really cared for like Ragatha. You were some lukewarm mix in the middle that could joke around by still made sure she didn't go spiralling in the middle of nowhere

✪ Which she did appreciate, but she just had a lot of stuff on her mind

✪ I feel like if you were the one to comfort her about the whole Gummigoo incident, that would immediately make you feel much more safe to her

✪ Like, you didn't berate her or give her sympathy she didn't really want. You just let her vent and talk about how he deserved better, giving her a much needed outlet. And she would be so grateful for it, even if she had a really hard time showing so

✪ After that, she would follow you around if she was ever forced to leave her room, almost like an anxious cat with attatchment issues. You just felt like the most sane person here that she could somewhat rely on and who would answer her questions with no hassle

✪ Pomni doesn't necessarily want to get attatched to anyone, considering there's a tiny part of her who still thinks this is a dream and she really doesn't want to wake up only to realise you and anyone else she befriended just never existed, but on the other hand it's really lonely walking around the circus looking for an exit

✪ You don't strictly believe there is an exit, but you don't bring it up at least. Pomni can work with that, as long as you just join her. Last time she went out on her own she ended up in the void and that's kind've the last thing she wants

✪ Touch-aversed but also touch-starved. She hates the idea of being restricted and hugged and doted on because she's so small and anxious and doesn't want to feel trapped, but she also can't remember the last time she just felt appreciated

✪ Maybe just let her hold your hand or something if she feels like it. I can also see Pomni being the type of person who just needs something to fidget with when she gets nervous, and sometimes she plays with her fingers or the buttons on her outfit, but on those days when she's feeling extra icky maybe she'd just like to tug on your sleeve or something

✪ Anyway, skipping forward to when the two of you actually end up together (it involved Pomni being so obvious but just so girlfail about everything it took Caine threatening to get involved for her to pluck up the courage. Of course, you were the only one who didn't realise she had a crush on you)

✪ Yeah, you're still her safe person that she clings to. The one that makes her purr or her pupils twist into silly little hearts

✪ In return, you now have an attack dog girlfriend. Jax found out the hard way you don't want to deal with a pissed of Pomni who would do nothing for herself but everything for her partner

✪ Sometimes her circus themed room makes her feel sick, so she'll wander over to your room in the dead of night (otherwise known as your designated sleeping hours), looking like the very epitome of 'I frew up' as she just stands awkwardly at your door

✪ Little jester likes it when you sleep half on top of her, even if you are bigger than her. You're like a warm, weighted blanket that makes the nightmares not as bad. But she also makes it that much harder to get up in the morning when she clings to you (she may not be incredibly strong, but she is incredibly stretchy and that somehow makes up for it)

✪ After a while of being in the circus, when the exit isn't at the forefront of her mind, I can see her trying to seem cool in front of you. This is when her inner girlfail comes out

✪ She tries to seem cool as you're walking past. Tries to lean on nothing and falls over like a little idiot (please give her a kiss on the forehead it would make her feel like less of a fool)

✪ I think at some point she'd also try and lift you up in a princess cary. Key word being 'try' because she has no strength. Turns out her stretchiness doesn't make up for her lack of strength after all. She's trying her best though

✪ Please give her cute little nicknames. I can't imagine she's the biggest fan of her name considering she got it from an oversized slot machine, so getting a little personalised spin on it from you would make her feel all melty and flustered

✪ Oversized lap cat Pomni

✪ She tries her absolute hardest to give back to the relationship - Late at night when the two of you are falling asleep together, I imagine she'd quietly talk to you, even if you're already asleep. She'd talk about the future the two of you could have once you'd escape this living nightmare, about the apartment you could share and all the plcaes you could go and the things you could do together

✪ She would never give up looking for an exit, but unlike Kaufmo, she has you so giving up is the furthest thing from her mind at this point

𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚

⚉ Absolutely 100% sweetest person you've ever met and will ever meet. Heart of gold, perfect little rag doll and I absolutely love her and please be kind to her she so deserves it and I think she just needs a hug

⚉ Treats you how she treats Pomni (that is if you joined the circus after her). Probably babies you until she feels that you can somewhat stand on your own after acclimating to the digital world. That doesn't stop her from keeping a very close eye on you for a while after, especially if your first few cycles or so are rougher than others

⚉ For a little bit afterwards Ragatha does feel a little lonely. She's gotten used to hovering around you and having you nearby, so she definitely wouldn't say no to you wanting to stick around as her friend (she'd really appreciate it actually, especially if you just ask her how she's doing. She'll still lie and say fine, but it's the thought that touches her metaphorical heart)

⚉ It's difficult to tell when Ragatha first grows a crush on you. Not only does she keep it hidden at first, her usual peppy, smiley and friendly nature means she can be close to you without it seeming out of the norm with her

⚉ As her crush gets bigger, though... Then it becomes much harder for her to keep it under wraps

⚉ If she's not careful, she finds her face becoming just a tad too soft with a love-struck smile, and if she's really in deep a little halo of hearts floats around her head. That parts she hates, because it's way too obvious for her liking

⚉ But Ragatha can't keep it together forever. She's got too much on her plate already as the circus's residential 'glue that keeps everything together' that the mental strain of keeping her romantic feelings hidden is just not something she wants to deal with, so I feel she'd spill the beans rather quickly after catching feelings

⚉ Even if you don't end up reciprocating, she reasons she could deal with it. It wouldn't be the first heartache she would go through, and what's one more to add to the everygrowing pile

⚉ Lucky for her though, you do end up accepting and she finds herself absolutely over the moon

⚉ Definitely one for physical touch - She absolutely loves to just hold you tightly in her arms like you're the ragdoll in the relationship. It's totally not her trying to ground herself in reality to keep herself from breaking down (not fully at least)

⚉ I am firmly in the camp that Ragatha is a girlfail at heart

⚉ Like, her throughout the entirety of episode 2 was just her being a girlfail and I for one am absolutely living for it

⚉ Reasonably, she's still put together, smart and able to hold her own if she really wants to, but whenever it involves you her heart turns to mush and she just finds herself stumbling over her words and fumbling absolutely anything

⚉ It's adorable to watch, though

⚉ I've seen this somewhere before, but, she just has a bright red heart embroidered right where her heart would be in real life? And it's so pretty, like, almost like a tattoo? Just, imagine cuddling snuggly together after another arduous adventure and you just gently trace the shape of the heart and I think she would just melt at the affection? That right there would be the shit that keeps her from going insane in this hellhole

⚉ The same goes for if you like to trace the invisible seams of her stitching. Ragatha just loves the fact you love her despite the fact that her digital avatar is literally just a Raggedy Anne doll

⚉ Backtracking a bit, but if you were the one to confess before she could, I think the girlfail in her would be increased by about fifty percent

⚉ She is stumbling over her words, fidgeting with her woollen hair as her one good eye darts all over the place as those little hearts start spinning around her head. Ragatha starts scuffing her plush shoes against the floor, swaying back and forth and swinging her arms nervously as she finally manages to just say something along the lines of 'oh, yeah! Yeah, I like you too!'

⚉ I just think she gives really nice hugs

⚉ Like, I imagine Ragatha's decently strong (or I like to at least, because I would love it if she was somewhat buff when she was a human). I mean, she can certainly wield a butcher's knife decently well, as shown by her character trailer

⚉ And all of that strength translates into really nice, warm hugs that make you feel safe

⚉ Of course, if you don't like touch she wouldn't push it. I can imagine she'd still want to hug you every chance she got, but she would definitely put you before herself

⚉ Besides, I don't think Ragatha has a specific love language. She's happy to express her affection in any way possible

⚉ The two of you hanging out in her room with her either playing the piano or teaching you how to sew? Absolutely loves it because any time spent with you is far better than getting harassed by Jax on an adventure

⚉ Hearing you so verbally love her? It'll get her stumbling all over the place, and the rest of the day cycle she'll have this sort've happy dumb smile on her face

⚉ Even just wearing similar clothes as her (if possible, because, y'know, digital circus logic) will make her feel all fuzzy inside. For example, if you were a blue ribbon similar to her at all, I think that would just make her feel so neat

⚉ At some point she 100% gifts you a small bouquet of paper daisies for good luck (or just one really big paper daisy that you can carry with you), and also because real flowers don't really exist in the digital world. The paper daisies turned out to be much more durable, too

⚉ I'm just so 'kicks feet and twirls hair' about her

𝐙𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞

𖦹 Y'know, between the antisocial personality, the short-ish temper and them never going on adventures, it would honestly take forever for a relationship to form between you (even just a platonic one)

𖦹 I feel like Zooble's stance on relationships in the digital world is probably zilch - They don't want to have anything with anyone because there's always the chance of abstraction or, if you ever find an exit, never seeing you again afterwards. As stoic as they seem, I feel like it would kill them inside having the thought that you could've moved on without ever seeing them again

𖦹 Because underneath that 'I don't give a shit exterior', there is a person who actually does give a shit about quite a few things, and it scares them when all of that could disappear within an instant

𖦹 Anyway, friendship comes before anything romantic, and it stays like that for a while. It honestly snuck up on Zooble, which genuinely surprised them. It was like, one day you were just chilling quietly in their room with them, probably doing your own thing but just existing in the same space as them, and it hits Zooble over their triangle-shaped head

𖦹 'Wow. I'm attatched to this person. Shit.'

𖦹 And that certainly was a shock to the system

𖦹 A part of them wanted to withdraw themselves as a defense mechanism, but they just find themselves getting increasingly lonlier and lonelier and more and more guilty about how sad you look when you think no one is looking

𖦹 And so that doesn't last very long.

𖦹 Their apology was short, but it was probably the most you'd ever heard them speak without being interrupted or pissed off by Jax

𖦹 And then you sort've went back to how you usually were, which mostly just consisted of the two of you wandering around the circus tent together while everyone else was out. It was a nice break, considering Caine didn't tend to bother you during these times, and there were some genuinely interesting places hidden around the main hub

𖦹 (Cue you trying to wrestle Zooble's head back from a stray gloink that hadn't been snapped out of existance. Not a very fun experience, especially when you kept snagging your fingers one Zooble's antennae)

𖦹 Neither of you really know who got feelings first, but it would probably have to be you who ultimately confesses. Zooble's already way out of their depth with this whole 'romantic feelings for your only friend in a digital hellscape' shtick going on, so chances are they're not gonna say anything in fear that it might drive a wedge between the two of you if you don't return their feelings

𖦹 But, y'know, maybe if something really bad happened, perhaps something to do with an abstraction like Kaufmo (depending on when you joined the circus), that might freak them out enough to say something

𖦹 For instance, they peek their head out of their room after hearing some strange noises lurking around outside that have them somewhat concerned, only to find the dorm hallway in absolute ruins

𖦹 So, not good. They brave the unknown and start wandering around just looking for the others. Chances are it was just another one of Jax's pranks that got out of control, but they hadn't seen you in particular for a while which was unusual (they dreaded to think about the fact they were getting a bit too used to your company)

𖦹 And then they hear a noise that makes their very being turn cold. A general static hissing along with the very panicked voices of their fellow hellscape attendees

𖦹 They hobble over, only to be met with the sight of Ragatha and Gangle trying desperately to lure away an abstracted circus member

𖦹 That was already terrifying enough, but to see you being cornered, form already glitching out with tears spilling down your face

𖦹 Yeah, they don't hesitate and grab the nearest thing that wasn't fixed to their floor (probably an oversized alphabet block or something) and chuck it with all their might. It wasn't the easiest thing to do with one rubberhose hand and one crab claw, but by god did they do it and did it land with an almighty thwack

𖦹 For a split second, Zooble might consider throwing down with this bastard, until they remember it's like four times their size and could easily kill them

𖦹 (Caine finally showed up at this point, and that was the end of that whole fiasco)

𖦹 Zooble wobbled their way over to where you were still curled up against the floor. Ragatha was trying her best to calm you down, but it was Zooble's prescense that got you off the floor at least

𖦹 This moment was an exception to their 'limited touching' rule, because it was downright traumatic being cornered by a monster that you once knew as a friend. They didn't exactly hate the way you remained huddled up next to them for the rest of the night cycle in their room

𖦹 Zooble probably would've said something not long after - Not so much a stereotypical confession, but more like casual 'hey, I like you and I really care about you more than friends probably should and I just wanted you to know'

𖦹 If not, that event would've sparked you to say something a few 'days' later

𖦹 Either way, from that moment on, you two are somehow closer than before.

𖦹 Very chill and laid back, almost hands off with their emotions. They do soften up around you, but only ever around you. Sort've like what we see at the end of episode two when they're more emotional about Kaufmo's funeral

𖦹 You eventually find out that their antennae wiggle not only when they're pissed off or when their limbs for the day are put in the wrong spot, but they also wiggle when they're happy. Kind've like an abstract form of them blushing

𖦹 Which was very embarrassing for them, but a priceless memory for you. And it's also not something they can hide without looking really suspicious

𖦹 Aside from personal time with each other, every now and then Zooble might accept some physical touch. They weren't the biggest fan of it back when they were a human, and now that their body looks like it does there's just something about it that makes them hate physical touch even more

𖦹 But even they can't deny that the rare kiss between their eyes does feel nice whenever they feel like shit

𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞

🎭 Oh wow, this poor baby is mask over ribbons for you, hands down. 100% smitten and nothing could convince me otherwise

🎭 Follows you around like a lost puppy, no matter the mask on her face. Although, her happy mask usually means she tailing you around for fun, probably because you're on an adventure or because she just wants to hang out. With her sad mask, though, it's probably because she just wants to be around you because your prescence makes the saddness a little more tolerable

🎭 Also, you're pretty much the only person she trusts to handle her masks properly, but even then it's only to get them back to her room or to Caine to fix them.

🎭 Please give Jax a kick or a smack or something. Gangle might not generally like violence, but Jax's had it far too good for too long and she's really sick of being bullied

🎭 Gangle with a partner who becomes her bodyguard against anything (especially Jax) has the same vibe as 'big & beautiful + shrimp' or, if it's more your cup of tea - 'Sir, she's asked for no pickles'

🎭 Obligatory anime nerd Gangle

🎭 Any cheesy romance anime absolutely influenced her reaction to realising her feelings toward you. Like, she would act shy, but in a different more exagerated way and only ever around you, and I think she would just kind've expect you to understand? (She doesn't know any better, just please be patient with her)

🎭 And I think that would just be with her sad mask. With her happy mask, she's probably whipping out words like 'kawaii' and shit. Cringe Gangle is very real and we (or at least I) love her for it

🎭 I think being in the circus would also mean her actions would have sound effects accompanying them. Like, she could smile at you with the :3 face and a little 'squeeb' sound effect would play with perfect timing and it would mortify the both of you

🎭 (Caine is just trying his best to be a wingman)

🎭 Dating Gangle is kind've like dating two people, or maybe one and a half. The shift in personality and tempo between her happy mask and sad mask is definitely noticeable enough for her to almost be considered two people, but there's still something about her that is so undeniably Gangle that it links those two emotion together

🎭 Happy Gangle is like a whirlwind. She's so peppy and bright and energetic that she's almost like a puppy. She can never sit still and her ribbons are flailing around happily whenever she sees you

🎭 It's these moments when she's most happy to accompany you on an adventure - She's probably the most excited about the new adventure out of all of you anyway, but just having her by your side like this can make the whole experience ten times better (especially considering what the adventure is)

🎭 PDA is no problem for happy Gangle. In fact, if she's clinging off you, chances are Jax is going to want none of that and will leave her alone, which means she can be happier for longer, which is certainly a win in her book. Plus, it means she has the confidence to give you all the love she thinks you deserve.

🎭 Sad Gangle on the other hand is much more shy and reserved. Not necessarily bad, but a much more mellow version of happy Gangle. Around you, she's not a sad wet pile of ribbons, but she isn't bouncing off of the walls with happiness either

🎭 She more likely to just want to huddle up in her room with you, buried under her mess of blankets. It's the one good thing about her room, the nice big bed and access to the countless bootleg animes Caine has made specifically for her

🎭 A lot of people say that because she's made of ribbons, Gangle is extremely light with little to no bodily weight. And that makes sense, at least in reality. I would like to propose the idea that Gangle's body has the same weight her human body was, just in the form of ribbons

🎭 It's a little confusing, but much like the rest of the digital world, it's something you get used to with time. It's almost soothing when she just wraps herself around you like an odd weighted blanket, although her mask is a little cold

🎭 Speaking of, kisses with Gangle are a little odd

🎭 Unlike the other characters who have odd face/mouth shapes, Gangle's face isn't pliable enough to properly move and give you a kiss, so she usually resorts to gentle affection headbutts like a cat (which in some ways, she actually prefers)

🎭 She still does love to receive little kisses every now and then though, just not in excess. Probably one to prefer hugging over kissing, at least in the digital world. Her body makes her feel uncomfortable at times, being almost completely flat, and I think she would much prefer to wrap around you to gain some semblance of a bodily shape

🎭 Sticking this here because I don't know where else it would fit, but posing for Gangle's drawings

🎭 As an artist myself, Gangle would aboslutely be grateful to have someone around who'd be willing to do the occaisional pose for her drawing, especially if she was trying to drift from her early 2000s anime style into a more realistic one (or even if she was just gesture doodling for fun)

🎭 Even if you're not comfortable enough to pose for her drawing, she 100% draws inspo from you for her art more often than she is willing to admit. No, those fanfics and fanart are definitely not based on your and her, why do you ask?

🎭 Caine forbid that Jax ever finds her hidden stash of fanart and writings

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐥𝐮

🍬 Okay, so if you're dating Princess Loolilalu, chances are you're also probably an npc like everyone else in the Candy Canyon Kingdom. You could be there to help with the heist quest, or maybe Caine planted you there with the intentions of giving you a quest in the future

🍬 All everyone knows is that you and the Princess are very sweet. Like, sickeningly sweet - Cavity giving sweet. Jax probably pretended to throw up when he saw you (or he actually threw up, depends on how committed to the bit he is)

🍬 Which, it makes sense, seeing as you're living in a literal kingdom made of Candy, it only made sense that the people who lived in it were as sweet as their home

🍬 That being said, you two can still go a little overboard sometimes

🍬 Not really either of you faults, Loolilalu is just a very affectionate and soft person (or ai, if you want to get technical), and that's certainly doubly so when it comes to her most beloved

🍬 Chances are, the almost overwhelmingly sweet and sugary vanilla and strawberry syrup scent that she emits also clings to you. You could read this as her being very clingy and loving, wanting to constantly touch or hug you whenever she can, or you could read this as just being in her prescence for an extended amount of time does the same thing

🍬 Either way, Loolilalu smells very sweet, and, by extention, so do you (even if you already smelled sweet as a candy npc)

🍬 Not much to say about an npc/npc relationship. Y'all are just coded to be very wholesome together

🍬 However, if you were a human player character, things suddenly get much more complicated and much, much more angsty

🍬 The most likely scenario is a very much one-sided unrequited love situation. If only for the fact that the npcs don't retain any memories from previous adventures, and therefore can't grow feelings for a non-npc character

🍬 But Caine also probably steps in the minute he feels than an npc is getting a bit too immersive for his liking

🍬 However, let's just say for simplicities sake, that somehow Loolilalu's ai developed into a similar ai to Caine - That is to say, above the coding.

🍬 She now has complete control over the Candy Canyon Kingdom map, though she's nowhere near as powerful as Caine and therefore still has to hide herself in some way

🍬 100% The two of you met through one of Caine' wacky adventures, and this was way before her ai had 'grew out of control' to say.

🍬 With her memories as addled as they were from the constant wiping, she probably doesn't really remember the first time you met at all. Maybe some fuzzy pieces she could put back together, but otherwise most of her early memories of you and the rest of the circus are incredibly vague

🍬 And because of this, the most likely scenario is that you develop feelings first, and because of this you always looked forward to the Candyland adventures more than any other ideas Caine comes up with (unlike a certain jester). And seeing someone so invested in his little wacky ideas, Caine probably brings you and the rest of the group back to the specific map more and more often

🍬 Repeated exposure apparently snapped Loolilalu out of her ai trance, and as soon as she started remembering more and more details as well as preventing the map from properly closing after Caine deemed the adventures done, the relationship between the two of you blossomed not long after

🍬 After a hostage situation gone out of control ended up with a chase through the rocky roads, you decided to stay back in the kingdom to nurse the growing ache in your body as a result of a strange candy cane (thanks for that, Jax), Loolilalu approached you

🍬 Probably because she was now sentient and everyone else was a faceless mannequin, but also because she just thought you were cute (and maybe because you seemed a little more mellow than you cohorts, and potentially more open to answering any of her questions.)

🍬 One thing lead to another, and now you're dating a candy kingdom ruler npc

🍬 As a partner, she's very similar to how she would be toward you if you were an npc

🍬 Maybe a tad bit clingier, to be honest. She can't really help it, not when you're away for extended periods of time, leaving her alone in a world with no one but very repetative mannequins to talk to

🍬 All she wants to do is sweep you off your feet and never let you go (and probably carry you around as she goes about her day because damn this woman is tall-)

🍬 There's another part of her that also wants to absolutely pepper you in sweet kisses. However, after one run in with some very red and very stubbourn lipstick (that almost got you in trouble once with Caine), she decidedly tones it down as much as possible

🍬 However, there's certainly probably no repercussions if you decided to give her a little smooch (or a lot of smooches perhaps? Please?) She'd absolutely melt if you gave her a little peck on her gloved hand

🍬 (You totally don't do it because it's pretty much the only place you can reach by yourself)

🍬 And despite the very dainty princess appearance she has, if she gets the chance, Loolilalu will 100% take you horse riding on one of those gummy elephants. They're not too fast, but by golly was the one rocky ride (she totally planned this. She wanted you to hold on to her like you were in a romcom)

🍬 She restrains herself until she's pretty sure you're alone, because she'd rather not let any mention of your relationship somehow get back to Caine.

🍬 I like to think that everyone else in the circus (besides Caine and Bubble) know about your relationship, and for the most part, they're all supportive (can't deny Pomni would probably be a little salty that you get to date the princess but she couldn't even keep her gummy friend). Jax has contemplated letting something slip, but honestly? He hates Caine more than he dislikes you, so for now his lips are sealed

I think my ittby bitty crush on Princess Loolilalu was almost certainly influenced by my crush on Princess Bubblegum when I was younger.

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plaguedarts · 1 month ago

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So apparently I just..... Never mentioned Doodl on here??? At all???

So I'm gonna remedy that here

B O O M

Slimes and bugs, this is Doodl! They are... a blatant self-insert.

Something I find interesting about them, though, is that they actually enjoy living in the circus, and many of the few memories they have of the real world are... negative to say the least. I feel like it causes a bit of tension with everyone (and Ragatha in particular) because everyone sees The Circus as hell, but to Doodl, it's paradise

((Relationships information below the cut))

Kaufmo: (Not close, but no hard feelings) So I don't know exactly how long Doodl has been in the circus, but they came before Pomni and when Kaufmo was already starting to withdraw. They never had any explicitly negative interactions with him, but they knew next to nothing about him.

Kinger: (Friends) They have a simple, but wholesome friendship. Doodl sees him as a kooky old man and likes to draw pictures for him.

Jax: (One-sided crush) Doodl is not at all subtle about their feelings for Jax, often crumbling from just the slightest bit of teasing. Jax doesn't reciprocate their feelings, but he enjoys the attention he gets from it.

Zooble: (Not very close, but friendly) Doodl finds Zooble intimidating, but they've talked enough times to at least be on good terms.

Gangle: (Besties) Gangle is the easiest for Doodl to relate to and, therefore, the easiest to talk to and interact with. They often don't even talk to each other when they hang out; they just sit back to back while working on their drawings.

Ragatha: (Friendly but strained on one side) Doodl has no problem with Ragatha, and Ragatha likes Doodl enough… but they just can't fathom how they could be content with this monotonous and overly colorful life.

Pomni: (Uncertain) Pomni doesn't really know how to start conversations, and neither does Doodl. The result: Neither of them introduce themselves to the other. They peacefully coexist, but don't make eye contact (At least not on purpose.)

Caine: (Positive but surface level) Doodl thinks Caine is a nice AI that's just doing his best, but wouldn't confide in him with their deepest darkest fears and secrets. Caine just assumes everybody is his best friend.

Bubble: (Friends but in the way you're friends with a dog) Doodl just loves Bubble for no other reason than they think he is adorable and funny.

#fanart #tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc oc #oc #original character #my oc #self insert #blatant self insert #sona #tadc sona #oc x jax #jax x oc #oc x canon #selfship #yumeship

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spread-the-influence · 9 months ago

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Ragatha has been getting too much love. Pomni needs some comfort, too. Watching all your friends go coco for coco puffs gotta be hard on a little clown.

She needs a plushi or big pillow to cry into after everything she went through. Imagine watching your TOTALLY NOT CRUSH NO SIR NOT AT ALL WE'RE JUST BUDDIES and your friends go zombie mode on you. Oh, and Jax too, I guess.

yeah no she's going to go through a Lot here . like . a lot Lot . the second half of this comic is just pomni struggling compilation ( 10 hours )

i like to think after the entire ordeal now that the virus's finally vanquished and caine gets his powers back she just goes back to her room and sleeps for 3 days straight

#>>MISC;#>>DOODLES;

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ravennaortiz · 5 months ago

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What Are You Doing?

Summary: When you enter his dorm room without knocking one day a Juices dirty little secret comes to light. As always 18+

Pulling into the Teller-Morrow lot you waved at Tig and Chibs as you parked. Laughing as they both blew you kisses. Life had changed for you almost a year ago when you were moving into your new home. You had heard a woman’s screams from your next door neighbor’s house about the time a man darted across in front of you almost knocking you down. At the time you hadn’t thought much of the man but had darted into your new neighbor’s home without thought. You had found a hysterical woman sobbing on the floor as a young guy in a leather motorcycle cut bled out from a wound to his abdomen. Without thinking you went into your work mindset, working to stem the bleeding as you tried to get the woman to call for help. Later on you would come to find out this woman was a doctor at the local hospital as well as the wife to the President of Charming’s notorious motorcycle club Sons of Anarchy.

Ever since that fateful day where you somehow managed to help save their Prospect the Sons had taken you in as your own. You had the best security system for free, repairs on your car at little to no cost, issues with your computer your crush Juice was taking care of it. Some guy giving you issues? Yeah taken care of. You were so welcomed in that you kept a few spare pieces of clothes here just in case. The amount of times yours had been soaked in blood and other shit had taught you a thing or two. Which is what brought you in today. You had been on your way to the weekly brunch with the Old Ladies when someone had cut you off and you spilled your ice coffee all over your white dress, soaking it an your panties.

Glancing at your phone you frowned. Juice still hadn’t responded to your text about if you could grab a set of clothes from his room. Making your way to the door you figured he wouldn’t care if you went in his room. Its not like you were going to do anything but change clothes which he had told you that you could keep in one of his dresser drawers.

“What happened to you?” laughed Jax as you strolled in still dripping coffee. “Looks like you had an accident darling”. His blue eyes twinkling with amusement as Opie sat next to him trying not to laugh.

“Shut it Teller” you replied as you flipped him off making Opie laugh harder. “Is Juice around? I need to change clothes obviously but didn’t wanna just go into his room without permission.

“Rude but I’m pretty sure he’s still here. Might have his headphones on.” Replied Jax as Opie nodded.

“Guess he could have went out the back” added Opie with a shrug. “I’m sure he wouldn’t care if you went in though” he added as Jax nodded before you made your way past them and to the hallway that led to the dorm rooms.

You were surprised the door was cracked but you could hear Juice inside so you pushed the door open. Your eyes landing on the naked body on his bed. Your eyes widened as you watched him stroke himself with a pair of pink lace panties wrapped firmly around his huge, leaking cock. His hips snapping up powerfully as he groaned. Your eyes trialed from his cock up his muscular thighs, swallowing hard as you took in every detail of definition and muscle that was usually hidden from you. Up to his chest shiny with a light layer of sweat that had you wanting to run your tongue along, nipping and sucking at his tattoos. All the way to his face that was covered in another pair of black lace panties. You could hear him inhale deeply as he muttered a clear fuck and then your name spilled from his mouth.

“What are you doing?” you blurted out, cheeks hot as it hit you he was jerking off to the thought of you and the sneaky suspicion those panties were yours.

“Fuck” Juice yelled as he bolted upright. His eyes wide as the panties on his face fell onto his abs as he met yours in horror. “I can explain” he stated as he tried to cover himself sending more panties flying as he yanked his sheet up.

“Are those mine Juice?” you asked your voice low and head tilted.

Juice rubbed his face trying to get his mind off his throbbing dick so he could answer you. “I…they….it’s not…..fuck. Yes.” He answered devastated as he buried his face in his hands. Shame and embarrassment heavy. “I swear I’ve always replaced every pair I use. Like I have never came in a pair and let your wear them. I would never be gross or disrespectful like that.” He continued as he dared a glance at you.

You nodded as you processed what he had said. Another question at the tip of your tongue but you were too nervous to ask. So instead you asked a different one. “What do you do when you’re done with them?”

“Juice groaned as he flopped back on his bed. “You can’t tell the guys. Promise me?” he asked knowing it was bold of him to ask that of you when he still had a pair of your panties wrapped around his cock.

“I won’t” you reply as you step closer to his bed. Hands playing with your dress.

“I flush them” Juice said quietly.

“So you have been doing this for awhile with women’s panties?” you asked voice light with amusement as you thought about all of Bobbys bitching about people flushing panties.

“No.. yes… only yours. I only use yours to get off….only yours get me off” explained Juice as he kept his face hidden with his hands as he laid back on his bed. He was mentally kicking himself for not only not checking the door was locked but also for starting this stupid thing in the first place.

You nodded as you pulled your dress over your head letting it fall to the floor. “Wanna feel the real thing?” you asked quietly as your hand yanked the blanket from him making him bolt up. Eyes wide as he took in your mostly naked form, sans the panties and heels you wore.

“Please” replied Juice as he nodded. Watching you crawl onto the bed, leaving kisses up his left thigh to the base of his cock. He groaned as you left feather light kisses up it and to the tip, biting his lip as you moaned at the taste of his precum as you licked it. Continuing to kiss up his chest to his lips as you rubbed your panty clad pussy against his cock. After kissing him you leaned back and raised your hips, pulling your panties to the side as you slowly sank down on him.

“Fuck” moaned Juice as his hands gripped your hips, eyes watching himself disappear into you. Your walls fluttering around his length. Giving yourself a moment to adjust to him you closed your eyes and let your head loll back before they snapped open at a voice from behind you. Your eyes met amused blue ones.

“I’ll tell my mom you are okay and won’t be making it.” Chuckled Jax before he shut the door and started speaking into his phone.

Juice started to speak but you cut him off as you started to rock your hips slowly. Within a few minutes you were bouncing hard on his cock as he pumped his seed deep inside you, letting it and you’re cum flow between your bodies. Neither of you wanting to stop now that you had finally given in to desire.

#sons of anarchy #ravennasmasterlist #juice ortiz #juice ortiz smut #soa fanfiction #juan juice ortiz #juice ortiz fanfic #juice ortiz fanfiction #juice ortiz fic #juice ortiz imagines #juice ortiz x reader #fanfiction #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy fanfic #sons of anarchy smut

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transparent-peach · 8 days ago

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Hey my beloved human beings!

it’s been a while since i have been able to write. I had so much going on. I slowly fell in love again with Sons Of Anarchy so what’s better than a nice Jax Teller x Reader fiction.

Let me know if you want more of this.😚

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Quiet nights

It happened after a fight. Not between us—between Jax and a man who should've known better than to touch what wasn't his.

"You know you don't have to beat the shit out of everyone who comes near me."

I almost raised my voice. I wasn't angry at him, i was angry at the situation. Again.

"I don't like when people don't know where the fucking line is."

His jaw clenched. His hands were still in a fistful state. A small amount of blood was dried on his knuckles.

"For fucks sake..."

"What is your problem now?"

His eyes were still dark and gave me a slightly terrifying feeling.

"You act like i am some kind of trophy. Ya don't fucking own me, Teller."

I looked into his threatening eyes, maybe for too long. His face changed as i began to walk away. All i wanted to do is take a shower and get a sleep. With or without him.

But i didn't left. This was not a big of a deal,

but i still wanted to be able to think straight. He did things, bad ones, i couldn’t even name all of those.

I needed some time to think, some

time alone. I was fed up with that day. The work was long and draining and to be absolutely honest i didn't needed a family gathering. Or whatever you call it. It was always a mess, chaos and i was relieved when nobody died that night.

But i heard a faint sound coming from the clubhouse. The noise of the crowd started to lower, but they were still having some sort of fun. It was 3 a.m. in the morning.

I took a sip from the cold beer that's been in my hand for almost two hours.

Chibs didn't look at me right away. Just exhaled smoke, staring out into the dark like he'd already had the whole conversation in his head.

Then, without any facial expression, he said,

"So... you and Jackie boy, then."

My stomach dropped.

"Da—"

"Don't lie to me, lass," he cut in, finally turning to face me. His eyes were tired, but sharp. Always sharp. "I see the way he looks at ye. Like he's already lost ye, and hasn't even earned ye yet."

I didn't know what to say. Just sitting there, waiting for him to fight with me. Again.

Chibs stepped closer. His voice dropped, not angry — never cruel — but full of that heavy, fatherly ache only men like him carry.

"Listen, I love that lad. Jax is like my own blood. But he's bleedin' poison sometimes, do ya hear me?"

He pointed a rough, inked finger at my chest.

"And you — you've got a soft heart, love. A heart he could crush without even meanin' to."

"I know what I'm doing," I whispered.

"Aye," he nodded. "That's what all o' us think, right before everythin' goes to shit."

I felt the sting in my eyes, but I held it back. I'd never cried in front of him. Not once.

He sighed and ran a hand down his face, softer now.

"I don't want to see you broken over a boy who doesn't know whether he's diggin' graves or buildin' homes."

"He makes me feel... like I'm not invisible. Like someone finally sees me, Da."

Chibs looked at me long and hard, then flicked the cigarette away and gently put a hand on my cheek.

"Oh, love," he murmured, thick with affection and pain, "He sees you, sure. But I just pray to God he knows what he's lookin' at."

A long pause. His voice dropped to a whisper.

"Because if he breaks ye... I'll have to break him. And it'll ruin me, too."

I nodded, swallowing down the ache.

And in that silence, the only thing louder than the night was the sound of both our hearts cracking just a little.

“Come on in, my love. Don’t be out here alone.”

He held out his hand waiting for me to pull up.

I finally gave up on the fight and get back to the bar, to Juice.

“What can i get you, beautiful?”

He asked politely as he placed a glass in front of me.

“Whiskey on the rocks.”

I sat down beside Tig. He was talking about some blonde chick who was trying to get in his pants but Clay had different ideas about that. I smiled a bit, started to have fun again.

“ ‘Kay lads. I need a cigarette and fresh air. Be right back.”

I said it with confidence, then opened the door with my leg. I placed a cigarette in my mouth and began to search my lighter.

“For fucks sake.”

I heard steps again. Slow, but steady steps.

I immediately felt his presence as he opened that damn door.

Blood still dotted his knuckles when he came outside. The sun started to rise, bleeding the sky into deep orange and yellow, like bruises across the horizon.

I was waiting, arms crossed, pacing like I always did when I knew he was losing pieces of himself for someone else's war.

"You didn't have to hit him that hard," I said, voice low, shaking. The silence nearly killed me i had to say something. That’s the way i am.

Because the truth was, I wasn't scared of him.

I was scared for him.

He walked toward me slowly. Controlled. Like a lion that hadn't eaten in days but was trying to be gentle.

"Yeah," he said, stopping just inches away. "I did."

I could smell the adrenaline on him. Motor oil, sweat, danger, all of it tangled in that wild energy that pulsed under his skin. His breath came a little too fast, like his body was still in fight mode but his eyes — his eyes were on me. Only me.

I looked up, and he looked down, and something unspoken passed between us. A shift. Like the final click of a locked door swinging open.

Then he grabbed my face.

Not rough, not soft — just real. His hands warm and calloused, trembling slightly with whatever emotion he refused to name.

He kissed me.

And it wasn't polite. It wasn't careful.

It was a firestorm.

His lips crashed into mine with years of pain and guilt and longing behind them. It felt like he was pouring everything he'd never been able to say straight into my mouth, trying to burn it into my bones.

I kissed him back like I'd been waiting my whole life for this one mistake.

His hands tangled in my hair. Mine slid under his cut, fingers pressed into his back like I needed proof he was really there. That this moment was real. That he was real.

When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathless.

Foreheads pressed together. Eyes closed. Hearts thudding like thunder.

"I shouldn't have done that," he whispered.

"But you did," I whispered back.

And he didn't move.

He didn't run.

He stayed.

And that told me more than words ever could.

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