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violentdelightsandviolentends · 1 year

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Hi can I request a smutty 3/e/32 cause of the heatwave reader shaves Jax Tellers hair. She wears a tiny dress with nothing under it cause it's too hot. and while Jax is sitting there and she's standing in front of him doing her thing he's going insane cause of that dress and starts stroking her thighs n more which leads to sex in the bathroom 🥵🥰

Heatwave.

3. "Will you let me cut your hair?" + 32. "Can I touch you?" + e. Heatwave

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. my first ever Jax fic - god this man is so gorgeous !! anon, i hope you don't mind that i chose to cut his hair rather than shave it - because the idea of shaving his blonde locks breaks my heart honestly :( thank you for this request!! x

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Pairing - Jax Teller x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! cursing

Word Count - 890

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You can't watch him struggle any longer.

Jax is in your driveway, working on his bike in the blazing sun. He's shirtless, golden skin on display, sweat dripping down his back. He looks like he should be on the front cover of a magazine.

You can see him becoming irritated. His hair keeps falling into his face, getting into his eyes. He repeatedly pushes it behind his ears, to no avail. It just falls again. You're worried he's going to pull it out in a fit of rage, honestly.

"Jax?" you call, rising from the porch to make your way towards him.

He turns when he hears you call his name, beaming smile on his face. The smile falters slightly when he takes in the sight of you. You're wearing a short, colourful sundress, material swishing around your mid thighs. It hugs your body in all the right places, thin straps revealing your lack of bra. He takes a deep breath upon your approach, begging his mind to stop racing with the filthy thoughts.

"Hi, darlin'," he drawls, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. You're wearing your cherry lip balm, and it takes everything in him not to bend you over the bike right there.

"Will you let me cut your hair?" you ask sweetly, throwing your arms around his neck.

"You want to? Thought you liked it long."

"I do, but it's getting in your way. Just let me take a little length off? It'll stop it from falling in your eyes."

He smiles at the realisation that you've been watching him struggle and could no longer bear it. An angel, sent just for him.

"Okay, baby. Let's do it," he says, kissing you again. Abandoning his bike, he picks you up around the middle and practically carries you inside.

You pull a chair into the bathroom and gesture for Jax to sit while you rummage in the drawer for the hairdressing scissors. When you find them, you move to stand between his legs, big blue eyes watching your every step.

Jax places his hands on your hips while you run your fingers through his hair, combing it gently. You're deciding how much to take off, surveying carefully. You know he won't mind either way, but you still want to make it look good.

You start snipping away, ignoring the beads of sweat that are dripping down your back. It's the hottest day of the year so far, and your air conditioning can only do so much. You wish you could walk around with your shirt off like Jax. He probably wouldn't mind, actually.

His hands migrate from your hips to your thighs, stroking up and down gently. He's making it hard to concentrate, so you double down on your focus, determined to finish the job. Neither of you say anything about the way your breathing has quickened, or the way his is now deep and laboured. His fingers brush higher, and you put the scissors down on the counter.

"What are you doing?" you question teasingly, placing your hands on his shoulders.

"Just sitting for my haircut, ma'am," he answers cheekily.

"Do you try and put your hand up all of your hair stylists dresses, Jackson?"

"Wouldn't dream of it," he winks.

His eyes darken slightly as they rake over your body, up and down. He wraps a strong arm around your back, pulling you into him further. The other hand is still tracing patterns on your inner thigh. He dares to move it higher, and lets out a guttural groan at what he finds.

"Fuck, honey. Are you wearing panties?"

"Nope," you reply, popping the 'P'. "Too hot."

He rests his head on your stomach and trails his fingers along the crease of your thigh.

"Can I touch you?"

"You are touching me, Jax."

"No, baby. Can I touch you here? Please?"

To emphasise his question, he brushes his fingers over your clit lightly. You jolt at the sudden contact, throwing your head back.

"Yes, Jax. Please."

You're suddenly grateful for the grip you have on his shoulders. Your knees are buckling already, balance unsteady. God, this man knows how to play you like a violin.

"No more teasing," you pant. "Need you."

How can he say no to that?

He's fumbling to unbutton his jeans, pushing them down his thighs. He pulls you forward so you're straddling him, and lines himself up. In one swift stroke, you roll your hips downwards and he slides home, both of you groaning.

"Fuck, darlin'."

"Shit, Jax. Please."

You use his thighs and his shoulders as leverage, moving yourself up and down. He thrusts upwards, meeting your strokes, sending pleasure prickling down your spine.

"This fuckin' dress," he groans. You giggle, and the vibrations drive him wild.

He can tell you're close when your hips start to stutter, rhythm faltering. He doubles down, thrusting up with more force. Jax bites down on your shoulder, and it sends you over the edge, white hot and blinding.

Your climax triggers his, hips not stopping until you're both spent and boneless. Your foreheads are pressed together, panting.

"I'm gonna buy you a hundred of these dresses," he chuckles.

"Fine by me," you reply, kissing him deeply.

"Good."

"Might need one with sleeves, though. Something's gotta cover this bite mark."

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thisreadswhatever · 1 year

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His Best Friend's Sister

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 2.2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the fuck are you doing Melissa?”

“You want Jax to notice you?”

“By talking to a prospect?”

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

“Hey ladies. What can I do for ya?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi, Jax.” was all you could get out.

“Hey there, darlin.”

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

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

“Were you always this hot?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then make me all yours.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

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

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

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kdogreads · 11 months

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My Savior

Chibs Telford x reader (minors DNI)

Warnings: implied kidnapping, injuries described, disassociation due to trauma, death (only the bad guys), nothing too graphic overall but please be gentle to yourself and skip this one if it will make you uncomfortable ❤️

AN: idk why I am so in my feels lately but I just love this man 😭

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Your head hung low as the fatigue of hunger, exhaustion, and fear weighed on your body. There was commotion outside the bolted door to your back and you prepared for more abuse to ravage your body and mind. You shut your eyes and willed yourself to go somewhere else in your mind, anywhere else.

You floated to an unlikely oasis, the Sons’ clubhouse. The smells flooded your senses: booze, cigarettes, weed, even the slight fragrance of sex brought you comfort, silly as it was, because it smelled like safety to you. You tried to place yourself at the bar top, surrounded by the laughter, arguing, chatting of the guys. Next to you and all around you, like a blanket of safety, you felt his arms around your waist, hands pressing into the small of your back in a comforting embrace; Filip.

Baby, you heard in your head, his voice washing over you like a summer breeze.

Baby.

“Christ, baby. Come back to me, love, please,” A desperate plea caused you to tense your body, “I’m gonna take ya home, lass, come on.” The familiar accent you loved so much sounded like it was right in front of your battered face.

You fluttered your eyes open, daring to leave your dreamscape just for the slim chance your mind wasn’t lying to you.

“There ya are, love, tha’s it,” You shuddered as a calloused, gentle hand brushed against your cheek, “Oh, lass, ‘m so sorry, my love. Come on, I’m gettin’ you outta here.”

You started to believe what you were seeing, close enough for you to touch. He was here.

Your Filip was here, right in front of you, reaching out to hold you, to wrap you in that warm embrace you so desperately willed yourself to imagine.

“Filip?” You croaked, your voice breaking as the realization finally sank in that he found you. He saved you.

“Aye, M'annsachd (my blessing), ‘m here,” He cooed to you, staring deep into your bruised eyes as you reached out to cling to the black cotton of his plain sweatshirt, “Put yer arms around me, lass. Come on.”

You did as he said, not thinking, just giving yourself over wholly to Filip, your savior.

He slid one arm around your back and the other under your bent knees, grasping you as gently as he could as to not cause you any more pain. Like you weighed nothing at all, he lifted you from the cold, hard concrete you’d lived on for god knows how many hours, maybe days. Exhausted and relieved beyond measure, your head fell to his broad shoulder as you slipped back and forth between awareness and unconsciousness.

You felt the heaviness of the room change as Filip carried you through the doorway, into one hallway, and turning down another.

“Oh Christ, sweetheart,” Another familiar voice filled your ears; Tig. “Is she alright?”

“Aye, for now. Let’s go,” Filip answered as you felt Tig’s hand brush over your hair affectionately.

Your eyes fluttered open and shut as Filip carried you through some rooms and up a flight or two of stairs. You caught a glimpse of who you could only assume used to be your captors. Their bodies slumped in an unnatural way, blood dripping down the wall behind them. Filip would tell you what they’d done to them if you asked, but you decided right then that you didn’t care. All that mattered is they found you, and those monsters got what they deserved.

A heavy door swung open and you felt the warmth of the sunshine beaming onto your skin for the first time in days. It washed a relief onto you that was only amplified when you saw the faces of more of the guys fleeting past you. Bobby, Opie, Jax, Happy, and Juice came into your view as Chibs kept walking towards the van, each with a look of despair or sympathy on their faces. Half-Sack sat up in the driver’s seat and turned the engine over as you got closer, his eyes widened.

You knew you must be looking worse for wear, but it must be worse than you thought given the looks each of the men gave you.

Filip settled you into his lap as the guys filed into the van and headed off towards home. Your bones began to ache as the shock wore off and the reality of your condition set in.

“Sleep, lass. We’ll get you home,” Chibs cooed into your ear, his hand brushing over your bloodied hair in the most comforting touch you’d ever felt.

You weren’t sure how long you were in the van, but you heard murmurs here and there as you faded in and out of sleep.

“Aye, she’ll be alrigh’, she’s gonna need all of us to get through it,” Filip spoke quietly during one of your short periods of awareness.

“We’re here both of you, brother,” Jax responded first.

“For anything, bro,” Bobby added warmly.

A chorus of mmhmm’s and yep’s followed the sentiments, undoubtedly accompanied by nods.

The next several hours went by in a blur. You were vaguely aware of the familiar voices coming and going, offering sweet encouragement and reassurances. You lost count of everyone who was there, but you made a note to thank every one of them for being there for you.

When you finally came to for more than a moment, the comfortable weight of a broad, calloused hand in yours pulled you fully into the waking world.

“Baby?” You croaked as best you could, throat dry from being under for so long.

“There’s my girl,” Filip smiled as he brought your hand to his lips, “Back wi’ the livin’”

“Thanks to you, Filip,” You weakly reached for his face, fingers gliding through the scruff on his chin, “You saved me.”

He leaned into your touch, pressing another sweet kiss to your knuckles, careful not to pressure on the bruises blossoming there.

“Aye, lass, maybe so,” He stood up to wrap you in his arms as best as he could over the rails of the hospital bed, “But you saved me long, long ago just by bein’ you, my angel.”

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persephone411 · 22 days

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Imagine waking up with Jax Teller

You blink slowly as the sunlight shines through the window. You had forgotten to close the blinds, again. But then you remembered how tired you were yesterday, and how tired your boyfriend was. You smiled as you felt the comforting weight of Jax. He laid on top of you, still asleep. His cheek rested on your chest and his even breath caused slight goosebumps. His muscular arms were loosely wrapped around your middle and your legs tangled together under the covers. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep, so vunerable. His long lashes rested on his cheek and his face was free of any wrinkles. Carefully you start to caress his hair while also massaging his scalp. He moves slightly, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You try to suppress a giggle as his beard scratches the soft skin of your neck. He murmurs something and his hands sleepily wander along your sides, sliding underneath the tank top you‘re wearing. You suck in a deep breath as the tips of his fingers wander over your breasts. This causes him to finally wake up. Slowly he lifts his head from your neck and you were greeted with the iconic Jax teller smirk. ,,Good morning baby“

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 10 months

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IM ON HERE TO CELEBRATE YOUR 1000 FOLLOWERS 🎉🎉🎉 WOOOOT!

Can I pretty please request Jax Teller for prompt #14!?

Thank you!!!!!

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Insomnia

Contains: Very mild angst, fluff.

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“My eyelids are heavy, but my thoughts are heavier.” - Unknown

You couldn't begin to express how grateful the late nights were less late now that the club was out of guns and drugs. The only downside was that Jax and the rest of the Sons were now just mechanics, they had cars to fix and taxes to file, not meeting deadlines meant parts didn't get bought and paychecks weren't written.

Anxiety still lingered when Jax was away at night, a hold off from the worry that the next phone call would deliver the worst news one could get. Tonight was one of those nights, even though you knew Jax was safe, your brain wouldn't quiet.

The sound of a door opening drew you from your thoughts, "What are you still doing up? It's almost one."

You shrugged, "The usual. I can't sleep when your side of the bed is cold. Your dinner is in the microwave."

Jax gave you a soft smile, "Lucky me because I'm starving. Sit with me while I eat?"

You nodded, "That's my plan." Jax hurried to the kitchen and warmed his dinner before sitting next to you at the dining table, "Did you get all your work done?"

"You bet, and I've got the whole weekend off so we can sleep in." You could smell the faint hint of oil on his clothes.

"That's great news, you know how much I love our lazy mornings." If you were lucky, Abel would be there too, between you and Jax.

"You and me both darlin. How was work?" He must have been hungry, half the food was already gone.

"The usual." You yawned and Jax reached across the table to hold your hand, "I'm sorry, I guess I was just waiting for you to get home."

Jax shook his head, "I'm almost done here. I'll hop into the shower then I'll be all yours."

You sighed, "That sounds perfect."

"How did Abel go at daycare today?" Jax loved all the pictures Abel drew for him, his locker, his office and his workstation were full of them.

You smiled, "He had lots of fun today, they got a new water table and he went wild. I had to throw his tiny little shoes in the wash, that's how much fun he had."

Jax chuckled, "I'll pick him up on Monday, I can't have you having all the fun darlin."

"Sure, he loves it when you go and get him." You went to take Jax's empty plate from him, but he yanked it away.

"I'll do that darlin." He rushed it to the sink before drying it and putting it away. Once that was done and he had wiped over the kitchen one last time, he walked back over to you and stretched out his hand, "Shall we?"

You nodded and took his hand, "We shall."

The trip to the bedroom was quick, and then Jax was stripping off and hopping into the shower, "You wanna get ready for bed darlin?"

You sighed, "I guess I better try and keep a routine, brushing my teeth and washing my face again won't hurt."

Steam filled the room as Jax washed the day away and smirked when he caught you staring at him through the shower glass, "See something you like darlin?"

You nodded, "You know I do Teller."

The shower flicked off and he stepped out, wrapping the towel around his waist before stopping by the kiss you on the cheek on his way to the bedroom to get dressed.

With his comfortable grey sweatpants on, he headed to the bed and flicked the heated blanket on your side before fluffing your pillow and peeling back the covers, "Hop in darlin."

You took your robe off and placed it on the chair, leaving you in just one of Jax's T-Shirts and a pair of panties, then climbed into bed with a sigh, "It's so much better with you here. Maybe we should get a cat so when you're not here, I'm not alone in bed."

Jax smiled, "I like that idea, we've got the room and it will be good for Abel to have a pet."

You reached over to the bedside table and picked up the bottle of the lavender lotion but before you could do anything, Jax took it from you, "Let me?"

You nodded, "I'd like that."

He started with your arms, rubbing the smooth cream in with broad, firm strokes, "What do we need for a cat? Food, water fountains, a few litter trays and toys. Hell, with Happy's help, we can have one by Monday."

He pinched your shirt and you pulled it over your head so he could do your shoulders next, "We need a bit more time than that. The kitty should have a catio, that will keep you busy over a few weekends and once that's build and the cat can enjoy the outdoors without killing anything we can get the kitty."

The corner of Jax's mouth ticked up as he moved to your chest and a thought came over him, "We can tell Abel can't we? He'll want to help."

Your eye grew heavy as you spun and his hands moved over your back, "Sure we can tell Abel. He'll want to name the kitten and he should come when we pick. Not that it means anything, the cat will pick us."

You returned to facing him and Jax moved to your legs, rubbing the ache out of your claves, "You've already said you'll let the cat on the bed so I only have one rule, he or she has to stay away from my kutte."

You chuckled, "You and I both know that's not going to happen, cats do what cats want."

Jax sighed and placed the bottle back in its spot before picking your book up, "I guess so. How are you feeling now darlin?"

You smiled, "Great, I'm ready to call it a night." You slid all the way into bed and placed your head on the pillow, "Will you read to me, I love the sound of your voice."

Jax looked over you fondly, "Of course, darlin, that was my plan when I picked up your book." You had been reading it to him for days, a sweet tale of a little robot in search of life on Mars who made friends with an alien.

"Rusty lifted his little arm and ticked as he handed the apple slice to his friend, 'Apples are one of human's favourite fruits, you should try some.' The alien took the slice from him with a squeak and ate it in one bite, then gave another squeak of approval at the sweet taste."

You snuggled closer to Jax and he wrapped his arm around your body, "The Alien squeaked again, then waved its arms before pointing to itself and then to Rusty. The series of squeaks that followed sounded like the robot's name and then another which must have been its own."

Your eyes felt so heavy as Jax continued, "It made sense when Rusty heard it for a second time, 'Your name is Eldredth? Tell me Eldredth, have you ever had chocolate? It is the best of the human's treats."

Jax smiled as he felt your chest rise and fall softly under his arm. He put the book and laid down next to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead and pulling the blanket up to your neck, "Good night Darlin, I love you."

Fin

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“He called me Mom”

Jax Teller x Female Reader

Warnings- Fluff? 💕

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Abel wasn’t biologically yours, Wendy bailed when he was born, Tara bailed just after his first birthday. So, no Abel wasn’t biologically yours but he will always be your son no matter what any piece of paper said.

You and Jax had known each other since you were children, you had always been in his life, when Wendy left and Tara broke him, it was you who was there.

Jax always held a special place in your heart, you loved him and never believed that he would ever love you back.

You were wrong.

You knew it would never be like the love he had for Tara, or like the chaotic feelings he once had for Wendy, but it was still love. A different love but a love still as strong and as magical as any other.

It has Abel awhile to to warm to up you, confused as to why Tara wasn’t around anymore, even at 6 months he was ridiculously aware of his surroundings, but he adapted well and now calls you “daddy’s friend” or so you thought.

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Jax had just come back from a run, just in time to help with your children’s bedtime routine. Abel had missed his dad over the last few days , not really understanding at 3 years old why his dad has to go away sometimes, because of this Jax was on story time duty.

After giving your second son, Thomas; who you gave birth too 3 months ago, with Jax, a bath you stopped to listen outside Abel’s door.

You could hear the boy giggle as his father read the book in his ‘funny voices’.

Pretty soon after you heard Jax wish him goodnight and turn out the light.

You carry Thomas to the nursery and ensure he is settled before climbing into bed yourself, Jax following shortly afterwards.

You had fallen into a habit of sleeping lightly after Thomas was born so it wasn’t a surprise that the slight fussing noises from the baby monitor awoke you a few hours later.

Thinking it was Thomas you climb out of bed, telling jax to go back to sleep as you hear him stirring, only to be surprised to see little Abel opening the bedroom door. His cheeks were damp and you hear the same sniffling noises from the monitor leave him.

He shuffles towards your side of the bed.

“Mommy, Mommy” he whimpers, but all you could do was stare in shock.

Was he calling out to you? He hadn’t called you mom before.

Jax who was suddenly awake, clambers over the bed to pick up his son and place him in between the both of you.

“What did you call Y/N Abel” he asks, just as shocked as you.

All Abel did was crawl into your lap, calling out for you again, washing away any doubt that you misheard him.

“Me stay with you mommy, mommy please”

Your heart broke for him as you held him tight.

“He must of had a bad dream” you whisper to Jax as he continues to look at you as his son clutches onto your t-shirt, refusing to let go.

You slowly rock the little boy back into a slumber, singing a nursery rhyme as you soothe him.

Jax brings his family together by bringing in a sleeping Thomas and lays him on his chest.

Looking down at Abel in awe you mumble to yourself “He called me his mom”

Jax’s presses a kiss onto your head as his holds his second born close, just enjoying such a rare family moment.

“That’s because you are”

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harrywavycurly · 9 months

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Put It In Park Part 1: The Beast🖤❤️‍🔥

Masterlist: Here

Tag List: @izuoyarmin @squidscottjeans @micheledawn1975 @call-me-eds @ilovecupcakesandtea

A/N: I’m excited for this series, this is just an intro into your backstory and introduce you to the boys and the other side characters that’ll be mentioned throughout the story! Also Wayne and Clay own Teller-Munson Automotive. Anyway enjoy✨

*Eddie is glad he’s off today and Jax is shocked the van is still alive*

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j0hnny-d3pp · 5 months

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Would anyone be interested in reading a fanfiction that I want to write? It will be a Sons of Anarchy story. If so, please like or reblog. :) 18+ years old only, please!

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rimunagenius · 4 months

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(y/f/n: your friends name)

y/n: oh.

y/f/n: y/n, if you don’t say something i will.

y/n: *shrugs*don’t worry about it. it’ll be taken care of.

y/f/n: how? they’re disrespecting you. be so serious right now, you-

will: *walks back up to you, slides his arm around your waist*

random creep: *walks away, lowk terrified*

y/n: see? handled.

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jaxteller87 · 4 months

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something new part 1

Teenage Years

The football game had just ended, and normally, I wouldn’t bother with these events, but Jax asked me to go, so how could I say no? Donna was a regular at every game, cheering for Opie, who was on the team also. Tara was there, too; she had been on the cheerleading squad the past two years, and while I may not be her biggest fan, she was really good at it.

“I know this may sound like a dumb question, but do they huddle up like that after every play?” I was relying on Donna to help me understand the game.

“Yep, pretty much. That’s when the players go over the plays and stuff like that. Sometimes, if they’re in a hurry, they do what’s called a ‘no-huddle’ offense; in that case, they just run to the line and wait for some sort of secret hand signal from the quarterback to get their assignment for the play.”

“Oh,” I pretended like I knew what she was saying.

As we waited by the tunnel, Opie finally made his way out, covered in sweat and smeared eyepaint. I felt a little awkward as they exchanged a quick kiss while I was stuck watching Jax talk with a few of the players by the cheer squad.

“Do they really gush over him like that every time?” I said softly, intending for it to be inaudible to Ope and Donna, but they both heard me.

“Yup, they do, and Jax hates every second of it,” Opie laughed.

“Really?” I asked, keeping my eyes on him. For someone who hated it, he sure seemed to like it. Smiling from ear to ear, being everyone’s friend, not that I cared per se, but it did have me feeling a little…envious, perhaps?

“Amber, seriously, don’t sweat it. I promise you, this is killing him a lot more than it’s killing you.” Opie gently nudged my shoulder.

“It’s not killing me; I just feel like maybe I’m holding him back sometimes. I mean, look at him; he looks so happy.”

Opie shook his head, “Looking happy and being happy are two totally different things.”

Before I knew it, Jax managed to sneak away from the crowd somehow, and he sought me out like a heat-seeking missile. “Amber, hey!” he beamed, noticing me with a smile.

Okay, maybe Ope was right. He seemed different with me like he was genuinely happy to see me. “Great game,” I said.

“Yeah, it was close at half-time, but we managed to pull it out at the end.”

“You were amazing out there. Have you ever thought about going pro?” I joked.

“Nah, not really. Football is just a way to pass the time in Charming and take out some frustration by legally being able to hit a few guys.”

“Aren’t you worried about getting hurt?” I could feel my face getting red. He looked hot with his jersey and shoulder pads off, standing there glistening in sweat with his long, slicked-back blonde hair.

We became so engrossed in conversation that we forgot about Donna and Opie, who stood silently beside us while we ogled over each other.

“What?” Jax and I said in unison like two kids being caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

“Oh, nothing,” they both laughed.

The next day, Saturday, Jax invited me to a party he and Opie were throwing. Typically, I’d decline, but Donna convinced me to make an appearance.

“Jax, Tara! A picture for the local sports section?” a young reporter asked.

Jax had that uncomfortable look on his face, “Uh, sure, I guess.”

“Tara?” the reported gestured for her to stand next to him.

“Oh, okay,” she smiled, doing what she was told.

“Perfect! Now, smile!”

The flash lit up the room.

“This will be in tomorrow’s paper. Thanks for the picture, guys! The town loves to see the Prince and Princess of Charming after a strong home win! Great game again, Jax! Four more touchdowns, and you’re looking at the school record…”

Seated at a table in the corner, I leaned over to Donna, “What did he just call them?”

“The princess and prince of Charming. Jax lowkey hates it,” Donna laughed, watching Tara and Jax in the crowd. Donna excused herself, and I sat quietly, watching Jax mingle with the partygoers. He seemed out of place but in place at the same time. Then, Opie came by and sat beside me.

“So, out two nights in a row, aye?” he asked.

“I know, but I’ll have to head out soon. I don’t want to turn into a pumpkin,” I laughed.

“He likes you, you know.”

I sat quietly for a moment. I felt the spark between us, but for some reason, it felt forbidden. “I know, and I’m not sure why.” We watched as Jax moved through the crowd with Tara, occasionally locking eyes with me.

“You’ll make a good old lady one day,” Opie smiled.

“My hair isn’t big enough,” I smirked. Opie looked at me with a raised eyebrow; I don’t think he got the joke. “Haven’t you heard? That’s where Gemma keeps all her secrets.”

Opie laughed pretty hard once he got it. I didn’t think it was that funny, but maybe he was just trying to be nice.

“They’re not going to last. It’s just a label the whole town put on them because he’s Jax Teller, and Tara’s on the cheer squad,” Opie explained, still watching them. “If I was close to breaking a record and Donna was on the cheer squad, we’d have some cheesy nicknames like the Lord and Lady of Charming or something like that.”

“What about Gemma? She for them, too?” I asked, curious.

“Hard to tell, but I think so. You have to be outgoing for that one. If you’re not attacking life like a starving puma, you’re not trying hard enough in Gemma’s eyes.” Opie chuckled. “She’ll come around, though, especially once you guys make it more obvious. You just fit in better. Tara grew up with us.”

“I’m not going to make him choose. Is that what you’re getting at?” I said.

Opie didn’t say anything, just nodded.

“I don’t want to do that,” I added.

“The club, that’s where he’s headed. Anyone with eyes can see that,” Opie elaborated.

“I don’t think the club life is for me. Tara is more cut out for it,” I responded.

“If you’re letting the chair define who you are, Amber, stop.” Opie looked deep into my eyes, my soul even. “If you don’t get over your ‘I can’t be good enough’ attitude, then you’ll simply never be good enough. You’re a smart girl, but I feel like everybody sees how perfect you two are for each other, but you.”

He was right.

“What were you two laughing at a few minutes ago?” Jax literally appeared out of nowhere.

“Oh, nothing,” Opie laughed as Jax cracked open his beer. “Happy to see you here,” Jax smiled at me.

“Yeah, like I told Opie, I need to go soon before I turn into a pumpkin,” I said, and Jax chuckled at my joke.

“Tell him the one about Gemma’s hair,” Opie started laughing again; I think he honestly found that funny.

“What about Gemma’s hair?” Jax asked curiously.

“Oh, nothing,” I smiled. Tara joined us, so I spent time with the three of them, and it was nice – just us. Jax seemed more himself at that moment, and I felt like I knew what I had to do.

#jax teller imagine #jax teller x disabled reader #jax teller x oc #jax teller fluff

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imagininghim · 11 months

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Chapter 30

A/N: It's been so so long since I've wrote and I tried to re-read the other chpaters to remember what I've written. So, I hope it's as good as before.

I do apologize for the short chapter. I am working through going through all the chapters and editing them and making some minor changes, I will update if there is any major changes!

My original plan was to stay in par with the show but I have decided to change that and go in a different way, there will still be some parts that are in par with the show but most of the story will start to go in a different route.

I am currently finishing up the end of my Psychology degree which is why I haven't written in a while but I hope you guys still enjoy it!

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Waking to the sun bright in my eyes, Jax's arms wrapped around my waist. I smiled brightly as I glanced down at my hand to see the sparkling diamond ring on my hand. I twisted towards the nightstand and reached for my phone.

"Happily ever after won't be so happy when I get my hands on you." The message read from an unknown number. My stomach dropped as I slipped out from underneath Jax's grip and proceeded to get dressed.

I glanced back at Jax, noticing he was sound asleep before heading out the door and out into the club. Walking out I seen Tig and Chibs sitting at the bar.

"Goodmorning Dollface" Tig chirped as he poured up a cup of coffee laying it on the bar and sliding it towards me.

"Good morning, I'm gonna head up to the roof for a little while." The boys both nodded as I rose up and proceeded to the roof.

The sun was shining, beating the heat into the roof. I placed the cup of coffee on the ledge, hauling my phone out again re-reading the text over and over again.

What am I going to do?

I paced back and forth contemplating whether or not I should tell the Jax and the club or leave it, but I was torn away from my thoughts by the sound of foots steps approaching behind me. I jumped when I felt two warm hands taking ahold of my hips.

"Hey, you okay?" I felt some of the tension leave my shoulders when I heard the sound of Jax's voice. Turning to face him, I slid my phone into my back pocket of my shorts and gave him a smile.

"Yeah, of course. You just spooked me a little, is all." He looked at me a bit skeptical before shrugging it off and nodding.

"You weren't there when I woke up, I came to find you and Tig said you were up here." I took a seat and picked up my coffee.

"I just came out for a bit of sunshine and fresh air is all." Taking a seat next to me, Jax reached over and took the cup from my hands and took a sip.

"The club and I have to do a run today, we should be back in about three days. I got Gemma and the prospects checking in on you while were gone." I nodded with a small smile, the thought of the text swirling around in my thoughts. "Are you sure everything's okay? I can try to sta-"

"No!" I cut Jax off before continuing, No, I'm fine. Just tired, you go deal with club business and don't worry about me." I could tell that he knew something was up but he gave me a nod and a quick kiss before climbing down the latter.

Sliding my phone from my back pocket, I re-read the text over and over again.

What the fuck am I gonna do?

~~ Time Skip ~~

The boys finished in church as the prospects loaded the guns into the duffel bags, I leaned against the bar as Jax made his way over to me.

"You stay safe, don't leave here unless someone is with you." I gave him a small chuckle, laying my hands against his chest playing with the strings on his hoodie.

"I don't need a babysitter Jax. I am a big girl, I can handle myself." He stared at me without blinking. "Okay fine, I'll make someone comes with me." He gave me his famous Teller smirk before placing his lips against mine.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made us tear apart. Jax turned around to reveal the Opie standing behind him.

"It's time to go." He nodded before turning back to me.

"I love you, stay safe. We'll be gone three days tops." I pressed my lips to his. Pulling away I spoke,

"I love you, stay safe." And with that they headed out.

When the club was empty and the boys were gone, I felt my phone vibrate.

"Looks like someones all alone with no big bad biker to protect them."

Fuck.

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 7 months

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a whiskey with jax teller pleaseeee just him being a little shit during a hot sex bc hes jax ofc theres so little writing about him and yours is fuckin phenomenal <33

Relentless.

warnings - smut. cursing. jax and his filthy mouth.

you're so lovely - thank you!! this man's middle name is mischief. I just know he'd be a fuckin menace in bed.

3k celebration post here. 3k masterlist here.

"Shhh darlin'. You don't want them to hear, do you?"

You wish he'd thought about that before he'd linked his fingers with yours and led you through the clubhouse, whispering something about having to have you now.

"This was- fuck- your idea, Jax," you pant, gripping the sheets beneath you.

He's got you practically folded in half, his body cloaking yours, weight pressing you down. He keeps tilting your chin up to look at him, slapping your cheek gently when you close your eyes. He wants to be your sole focus.

Little does he know, he always is.

"Oh, come on. Like you didn't want it as bad as I did."

He has this tone, when he's fucking you. It's low and it's menacing and it's rough around the edges. It's lethal.

He punctuates his words with a particularly deep thrust of his hips, a surprised moan leaving your lips before you can stop it.

"You wanna get us caught? Huh?"

He thinks he feels you tighten around him, so he tests his theory.

"Or maybe that is what you want. I see the way you look at Chibs, honey. Do you want him to hear? Come and see what all the noise is about? Join in, maybe?"

You clench down, back arching at his dirty stream of thoughts. He chuckles, getting the exact reaction he wanted.

"Filthy fuckin' girl. You want your president and your vice president to fuck you together? At the same time? Talk about club bonding, huh?"

Jax grips your chin in between his fingers, forcing you to look at him. His hips never cease their relentless rhythm, stars floating in your vision. You open your mouth, and he spits right into it, winking when you swallow.

His other hand moves to your throat, gripping lightly. The man knows how to play you like an instrument.

"Come on, baby. I wanna hear them, all the dirty little fantasies in that pretty little head of yours. Or maybe it's not Chibs? Who is it then, hmm? Juice? Happy?"

You choke out a whine, and he laughs, dark and mischievous.

"Fuck, you're squeezin' me so tight. It's one of them, isn't it? Which one, honey?"

You shake your head, tears forming at your lash line.

"Oh, I know. How about all of them? All four of us, passing you around, taking turns. How's that sound? Is that what you want, dirty girl?"

The thought sends you right over the edge, gasping for air as the heat licks up your spine. Your end is Jax's too, the low groan he releases vibrating both of your bones. He collapses on top of you, the two of you panting.

"You're relentless," you laugh, catching your breath.

"It's one of the reasons you love me so much," he chuckles, kissing you softly. "That, and the fact I have hot brothers."

"You're right about one of those things," you tease, squealing when he pinches your sides.

A knock on the door startles you both.

"Jackie boy, we have some business we need to attend to. That is, if you're not... preoccupied."

The familiar Scottish accent sends heat rushing to your skin. Jax notices.

"Be there in a minute, VP!"

You hear Chibs' footsteps as he leaves, breathing a sigh of relief.

"So it was Chibs, huh?"

"Like I said," you chide jokingly, smacking him on the shoulder. "Fucking relentless."

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thisreadswhatever · 7 months

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Anything For The Club: Part Five

Will you betray Jax to protect The Club?

series masterlist

[description]: jax teller x female reader, reader x oc characters

[wordcount]: 3.3k+

[series cw]: 18+ minors do not interact! female reader, swearing, sexual harassment/assault (non-canon characters), alcohol use, mix of fluff, smut and angst throughout, p in v sex, teasing, violence, gun use, mentions of blood, murder, blackmail

[authors note]: this series is nearing its end and this has definitely been my favourite part to write so far.. let me know if you would like to be tagged in part six! :)

When you woke up, Jax’s side of the bed was empty. There was a note scribbled for you on the side table, ‘At the Clubhouse if you need me’. For the first time ever, you were grateful he was gone. It was too hard lying to Jax.

You decided it was best to pull yourself together and head to Diosa. You spent some time searching for the sexy dress The President had demanded. You settled on a long sleeve black mini dress, just short enough to do while still covering your modesty up top. You paired it with some strappy black heels and the largest leather jacket you owned. It was Jax’s old jacket, one he had worn when The Club’s cuttes were banned in Charming for a period of time. You loved the way it was just the right amount of oversized, and he melted at the sight each time you wore it. It felt like it was shielding you, aiding somewhat in knowing that you’d just dressed up for your blackmailer.

As you brushed your hair, something stopped you at the vanity. You placed the hairbrush on the surface and began searching the lower drawer. You pulled out a small handgun that Jax left there for emergencies. You had never needed it before, and though you were hoping you wouldn’t today, something told you it was best to have it nearby. You checked the clip, noting every bullet was in its place before you shoved the thick metal piece inside the jacket pocket. You checked yourself out in the mirror. While it looked as if you had nothing on you, the weight of the gun felt like it could drag you to the floor. You took one last look at yourself in the mirror, and debated if it was time to call Jax and find some kind of release from the torturous decision you were about to make. The urge to get your phone out was overwhelming, but then you remembered the threat from yesterday, Or your pretty President is going away for a long time.

Once you got to Diosa and greeted the girls on the desk, the magnitude of what you were about to do was creeping on you. The knowledge of what today may bring was crushing on your conscience like a ton of bricks. Protect The Club. Protect Jax. It was all you kept repeating in your mind as you went through the motions.

You were busy behind the bar when you heard the phone ring at the front desk. Your heart jolted as you prepared yourself for the reality of who was on the other side of it. Sofia answered the phone, before she called over to you behind the bar, “It’s for you, y/n.”

You knew it was him again. You felt stiff from the panic, but you knew that you had to speak to him again. You forced your legs to move beneath you, approaching Sofia and taking the phone from her hand.

You took a deep breath before holding it to your ear.

“Yes?”

“You ready for me, pretty lady?” His voice was eager and disturbing all at once.

“What time?”

He paused before he replied, “You’ve got one hour”, and the phone line dropped.

You placed the phone back on the holder, and beelined for your office. You burst through the door so harshly that it banged against the wall as it flew open. You paused when you realised Nero was waiting for you on the leather couch that sat across from your desk.

“You in a rush for something?”

Fuck.

“Gotta go meet Jax.”

“We need to talk about last night.”

You shuffled to your desk, taking your jacket off and tossing it over the back of your chair.

“I don’t have time now Nero”, you had to think of a reason why quickly, “I gotta get to the clubhouse.”

“Mandy told me about some letter we got. That phone call last night, that was the Vagos crew, wasn’t it?”

You didn’t respond, trying to ignore him as you tore through the drawers of your desk, pulling out an old cheque book.

“Please just let me figure this out, Nero.”

He cocked his head at you before he stood from the couch, coming closer and placing both his hands on your shoulders. He looked at the cheque book in your hands before he zeroed in on your face. His fingers dug into your skin beneath your dress, desperate to get through to you.

Nero was staring, pulling back at your charade with his eyes. “This ain’t no game, y/n. You gotta speak up.”

You collapsed on your office chair, exhausted from the constant lies you’d been trying to convince everyone of for the last 24 hours. You could feel the hard metal of the gun behind your back as it lay stagnant in your jacket over the chair. You placed your head on the desk, into your folded arms, in an attempt to hide.

“What the fuck is going on, y/n?”

You spoke into the hiding spot, hoping the shield of your arms would protect you. “If I tell you, Nero. I swear, you can’t tell the Club. Not Jax. Not anybody.” You lifted your head from the safety net you’d made yourself, watching for his reaction. You weren’t sure if telling him was a good idea or not, but you knew you weren’t leaving the office without giving him some kind of explanation.

He looked back at you wide-eyed, utterly confused at what could be so bad, so awful that you couldn’t tell The Club or Jax. But he wanted to help, and so he obliged. He walked backwards into the leather couch again, sitting down as he waited for you to confess to whatever you were keeping from him. “Not a word. But only if you talk. Now.”

You lit one of the cigarettes Jax had left in your office from the day before, inhaling the smoke deep into your core, and then you told him everything. You told him about the letter and the call, the demands and the dirt the crew had on SAMCRO. You told him how you had to go meet The Vagos President, now. He sat back down on the couch, contemplating the severity of what you were facing.

“Are you seriously going to meet this prick?”

You nodded to him anxiously, breathing smoke out from your lips. “I’m not letting The Club go down.”

“These aren’t the SONS, y/n”, Nero was shaking his head as he recounted memories of his time dealing with crews in South Cali. “These ain’t men with boundaries.”

“He just wants money. I’ll give him what he wants, and nobody has to get hurt.”

Nero’s head shook at your assumption, “You don’t know that’s what they want, y/n.”

“There’s nothing else he could want. They probably think The Club is making it big here. They just want a piece of that. I’ll give them what they want and then that’s it, nobody has to go to prison.”

“If we just spoke with Jax, he could handle this.”

“No! He will fuck Jax over, Nero!”, you stubbed the cigarette out on the ashtray and stood from your desk, putting your jacket back on. “I’m not risking it. I’m not gonna be the one responsible for them all going away.”

Nero stood from the couch and made his way to the door. “You ain’t thinking right. Jax can handle his own shit. How do you even know you’ll make it out of there? It ain’t beneath them to kidnap a woman.”

“What the fuck choice do I have?”

“I got a choice for you”, Nero dug in his back pocket before extending his arm out to you, offering you his phone. He gestured to you, tilting his jaw upwards, urging you to take it.

Water pooled in your eyes as you declined, shaking your head. Nero looked so worried and his concern had terrified you even more. “I don’t know what they’ve got on The Club but until I find out, I gotta deal with this on my own. It’s the only way to protect him.”

“And who protects you?” He didn’t want a response. He slid his phone in his back pocket as he left the office. “They ain’t the type to cash a cheque either”, he said as he walked away.

“You promised not a word!” You reminded him, as he stomped down the hall. Nero raised his hand up, not once turning back to look at you.

You put the cheque book in your pocket, found your car keys, and made way to your car.

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It was still daylight as you drove down the highway, exiting for the diner just on the outside of Charming. You had the radio blaring, trying to drown out the coherent thoughts in your head that begged you to turn the car around. You carried on, ignoring your better judgment, and pulled into the diner car park, finding the only empty spot and cutting off the engine. The parking lot was full from the dinner rush, and you checked the time on your dash, noting it was 4pm. You sat there in silence, looking around at the vacant cars beside you, searching for any sign of The President or his crew. You could feel your phone vibrating in your jacket pocket, and you checked the caller ID. Two missed calls from Nero, and one from Jax. You turned off the device, before shoving it in the glovebox. You decided you couldn’t sit there in anticipation anymore, and so you made your way inside the diner, feeling once more for the comfort of your gun, held snug in your jacket pocket.

When you got inside the place was packed, tables of people crowded throughout and waiting staff everywhere. You figured nothing bad could happen in the diner with so many witnesses around.

You found the only empty table at the back of the room, and nestled into the bench, searching once again for your blackmailer. It had been over an hour since his call to Diosa, and you worried you’d made it too late. A waitress approached you with a menu.

“Hi there hunny, my name’s Cora and I’ll be your waitress today. Can I get you a refreshment?”

“I’m actually just waiting on someone.”

She smiled politely back at you, “I’ll come back once they get here.”

As the waitress left your table, you heard the bell of the diner entrance ring, and he strolled in casually, completely alone.

He seemed taller than you had recalled, towering over the tables of families enjoying their meals as he searched the room for you. You had forgotten how overtly handsome he was, and you could’ve found yourself attracted to him if it wasn’t for the creepy, blackmailing, threatening the-love-of-your-life thing he had going on.

His leather cutte draped over the dark shirt that clung tight to his body. He had dark wavy hair that tousled behind his ears, his eyes covered by a thick pair of sunglasses. He was incredibly good looking, yet completely and utterly terrifying. Your eyes never left him. You watched as he looked around the room, scanning the tables before he found you.

As he approached, you could hear the steps of his boots clamping at the tile beneath him. He sat down in front of you, sliding himself along the bench. You had never felt so small and as seen as you had in this moment, face to face with your blackmailer. He smiled at you as he pulled his sunglasses off, placing them on the table. His eyes were the same as you’d recalled in your memory. Black and empty.

“I expected to see more skin.” He spoke with no attempt to hide his disappointment.

You ignored his response to your outfit, and reached into your jacket pocket for the cheque book you’d found earlier. You set it in front of you on the table, hoping to cut to the chase. “How much do you want?”

The President looked at the book and a light chuckle escaped his lips, his perfect teeth gleaming at you. “You think I’m here for your money, little lady?”

A sickening feeling twisted in your gut, as it became clear that Nero had been right.

“What do you want?”

Before he could respond, the waitress approached your table as she’d promised. “Can I get you two started off with some drinks?”

“I won’t be staying, thank you.”

He smiled, amused by the idea of you going anywhere. “I’ll get a coffee. Black.” His eyes never left you as he spoke. The waitress strolled off, leaving you both alone again. The President relaxed back into the bench, one arm laid draped across the top of the chair. He didn’t talk, just watched comfortably as you squirmed under his glare.

You played with the edge of your dress in your fingers beneath the table, trying to hide your anxiety. “What is it you want from us?”

“Does he know you’re here?”

You shook your head.

“Smart girl.”

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing-”, you were interrupted by the waitress placing his coffee down in front of him. “Give me a shout if you need anything else.” He nodded her way as she left.

He stirred the coffee in front of him. “Does your Pres. take no for an answer?”

“How does that-”

He stopped you, “I asked you a question. Does he?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

He pushed the cheque book off the table and it fumbled into your lap. “I got all the money I need, sweetheart. I’m here for you.”

“For me?”

“Mhmm.”

You sat there still, dumbfounded at the audacity of this man, the only sound between you two being the stirring of his coffee mug. Nero had been totally right. Suddenly you were giggling, and as he realised you were amused, his face dropped, any charm he had disappearing instantly.

“Let me get this right,” you said, regaining your composure. “You’re threatening the SONS with prison- threatening to rat on The Club to the feds- to get some pussy?”

He sipped the coffee from his mug, staring at you as he drank it.

“Does your Pres take no for an answer?” He repeated, his words trailing slowly as he spoke.

And just like that, it clicked. You had bruised his ego, embarrassed and rejected him in front of the lobby at Diosa, and now he was going to do whatever he had to get what he had wanted. He wasn’t gonna send The Club down because he wanted their cash or guns. He was willing to send The Club down because he wanted you. “My Pres. respects the word no. Can’t say the same about you.”

A smile formed at the corner of his mouth as he spoke, “you’re gonna give me what I want.” His tone was assured and strict, as it was an instruction.

“And if I don’t?”

He pulled a small manilla envelope from his cutte, placing it on the table.

You were really over this guys letters, but your curiosity got the better of you. You pulled the envelope from the table, peering into the contents without removing them. The envelope was filled with a stack of prints. Images of Jax, Opie, Chibs, it was the entire club, talking to a group of men off a roadside in the dark. The images looked like they’d been taken on a long lens camera, zoomed in a little too close. They seemed innocent enough at first, no crime being committed, just casual conversation. As you continued to scan through the photos, your heart began to sink further and further. You flicked deeper into the stack, realising he had concrete evidence of them all, loading crates of guns onto a truck in the dead of night, just outside the South California border.

“You’re gonna give me what I want.” He repeated as he calmly sipped his coffee. “And this time, there ain’t gonna be a no.”

You pushed the photos inside and laid it back on the table, your hand placed firmly above the envelope. You matched his eyes and tone, trying to find a way to suppress your panic at the collateral he had against Jax and The Club. “Just tell me what I can do to make these disappear.”

His mouth pulled into a sadistic smile, before he lingered his fingers up your exposed hand, goosebumps forming under his touch. “You’re gonna let me inside you.”

Of all the fucked up men you had been surrounded by your whole life, this one took the cake.

“You must be joking. That isn’t gonna happen.”

His amusement never waivered, still smirking at you from across the table. He glanced down towards the envelope, bringing your attention to it once more. “How ‘bout you humour me.” His confidence was suffocating, knowing that you had no choice but to consider giving him what he wanted most. You took a deep breath, beginning to actually hypothesise about what doing so would entail.

“How do I know you don’t have thousands of these printed out by now?”

“Guess you gotta trust me.”

“Sure, you're blackmailing me into sitting on your dick and now I’m expected to take your word.”

“You make it sound like I’m not a catch.”

You ignored him, trying not to insult him further as to piss him off. “Fine. Let me humour your ridiculous request. Let’s say I give you what you want.. And then what, this ends? I take these pictures and that’s it? You leave The Club alone?”

“That’s it.”

“And where is this happening? I assume you aren’t gonna fuck me at a diner.”

He finished his coffee, pushing the empty cup to the bottom of the table. He reached under the surface, grasping tightly at the exposed skin of your thigh under your dress.

“I’d take you on this table right here and now.”

As you pulled away from his touch, his smile faded. “So what’s it gonna be?”

You recoiled closer to the edge of the bench, considering running. You glanced down again at the manilla envelope in front of you. You knew deep down you had no choice.

“Out of all the girls in Charming, the ones from Diosa. You really have to do all this to get to me? What would your crew think if they knew you were threatening to take down another Club with the feds for a quick fuck?”

“Why don’t you just take it as a compliment.”

“You’re a sick and twisted fuck, you know that?”

His smile reappeared, enamored at your disdain. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby.”

He really wasn’t backing down. This would break Jax, whatever happened, it was going to kill him. You refused to cry in front of this man, forcing the tears building in your eyes from falling.

“Shit makes no sense.”

He relaxed back into the chair, putting his sunglasses over his eyes. “It’s simple, baby. Nobody tells me no.”

You scoffed, “that’s because you don’t give them the option.”

He stood up from the bench, pushing the envelope full of evidence back into his cutte, and tossed a wad of cash down on the table. He held his hand out to you, awaiting your decision.

“Choice is yours. A night with me, or forever without your pretty Pres.”

You sat there still, staring at the hand that urged to take you away. Before Jax, you wouldn’t of needed an ultimatum to go anywhere with this man. But this was different. You had given Jax everything, and you knew he had given you all he could too. Every part of him that wasn’t yours, was intertwined in The Club. Watching that die would tear him to shreds, and you weren’t prepared to let that happen, not when you could prevent it.

So you took The President's hand without another question, and left the diner by his side.

———

part six

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The Perks Of Being A Fiend

Alpha!Jax Teller x Omega!POC!Reader "LuLu"

There's no in-between, we only do extremes. He can get on my LAST nerve, but honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way.

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Fed and Warm | Jax Teller x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: can i req

"I didn't think I deserved you"

"Oh, great, he's gonna kill us both"

"C'mere, we can cuddle for warmth"

for jax teller x m!reader 👀

summary: both you and Jax have had a long day, there's only two things on both of your minds and thankfully it's not hard to achieve.

tws: swearing, smoking

The night was stunningly cold, almost to the point where two blankets and a dressing gown and a thick hoodie was not enough, and although your hands were far from warm when you finally got into bed, they found their way to Jax's body; he flinched, a grumble coming from the back of his throat as he shifted away from the icy feeling, but when he opened his eyes, tired blue meeting the soft gaze of the dull gold lamp, and realised it was you, he dared to crack a little smile as he moved closer. He could deal with ice if it was from you. So he relaxed, a soft grumble coming from the back of his throat as he smiled a little; rolling onto his back, Jax sighed as he properly opened his eyes, swallowing thickly and clearing his throat.

"Long day?"

You nodded, groaning softly as you snuggled down, pulling the duvet up to your shoulders as you yawned softly. "Extremely. What about you?"

"Yeah," he admitted with a nod. He wouldn't explain, he never did, he didn't need to explain what went on when you were off at work and he was with the Sons. "Got home about an hour ago."

"You have anything to eat?" You couldn't stop yourself, putting your ice cold hands just below his waistband, on his thighs so that you could steal a bit more warmth. The sudden cold made Jax flinch as he clenched his jaw and let out a soft groan; the sudden cold bit through him, tearing him apart from the thighs up for a moment.

But he nodded, trying to think what he had had earlier when he went out with Juice and Clay; it was some cheap family run place, good food and ever so filling, it had made him feel content and warm until he had stepped outside and been hit with the harsh cold air. Even with mostly leather on his back, he had been cold.

"Yeah, we went out... did you? Eat, I mean."

You wanted to lie and to say that you had, to tell him that you had had a nice big meal and that you were more than content and your stomach was more than full, but you couldn't bring yourself to; you knew Jax would see through it anyway, he always could tell when you were lying.

Even back when you were just teenagers, he could always tell when you were lying; even back when you were joined at the hip and so close that you even went to the bathroom together, he could tell when you were lying. So you forgot about lying, and instead pulled yourself a little away as you sighed. "I had dinner, but I haven't had tea."

Jax growled softly, gently pushing you towards the edge of the bed as he made his own way out, standing up in just grey jogging bottoms and a pair of thick fluffy socks. They were yours, but just as you had stolen his black hoodie, he had stolen your blue socks. He licked his lips, furrowing his brows as he swallowed thickly. "C'mon, I'll make you something."

You followed, biting your lip as you thought about how many times you had done this; even before he had asked you to be his old man, to be his boyfriend, you had been following him to the kitchen in the middle of the night for food for years. The night when you first told him you were queer, and had followed him out in floods of tears, only for him to press an energy drink into your hand and to stick a cigarette in your mouth; a silent reassurance that he still loved you, a slight smirk on his lips when he told you that he was, too. He still loved you.

"You ever think about the past? Y'know, our past?"

He still loved you even now, as he let you sit up on the counter and smoke his cigarettes, your hands shaking as you felt the biting cold begin to creep in all over again.

"I didn't think I deserved you," Jax admitted as he raided the cupboards for something, anything, to eat. "Back when we first got together. I always thought you'd end up leaving me."

"Well, Clay never exactly liked me much," you admitted with a soft laugh. "Even you gotta admit that."

Finally, Jax stumbled upon something; the bits and pieces needed to make a quick and easy load of spicy macaroni and cheese. Relief washed over him as he started to get it all together and make it. "Clay always said you were an asshole... y'know, the first night we spent together, I did think, oh, great, he's gonna kill us both."

You couldn't stop the laugh that escaped you, smiling as you shrugged. "At least your mum likes me, though."

"Yeah, she does," he hummed. "She did ask if we're gonna get married... told me not to fuck it up with you first."

You could see the goosebumps on his arm when he went to reach for the cayenne powder, making you frown a little as you tapped his shoulder. "C'mere, we can cuddle for warmth while everything cooks."

Jax nodded, standing between your legs and pressing his forehead to your chest, sighing heavily when you ran a hand through his long blonde hair, scratching those spots on his scalp that made him try and pull you closer; he would try not to fuck it up, try and keep you safe from rival gangs as well as the Sons as best he could. He would try, but he was more concerned with making sure you were fed and warm, first.

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