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Jax with a girly girl who wears the shortest shorts and tight tops <333 just love the idea of this big bad biker corrupting this innocent girl

anon, you are an absolute dollbaby & this speaks to my very soul. jax teller needs a sweet girl, it's true!!!!! i listened to venice bitch by lana for this <3

cw: hyperfem!reader, innocent!reader, slight size kink, protective!jax, nsfw

the first thing jax ever noticed about you is how wide-eyed you looked at others around you. amazed or heartbroken, your sweet eyes held that same vulnerability that made him, and the entire club instantly enamored by you. you weren't a crow eater, couldn't muster up that type of confidence (or keep your eyes on anyone other than jax) for long enough, and all the guys knew it.

tig was the first one to spot you, quietly shuffling into teller morrow with the request of fixing a flat tire. your hair sat in a ponytail on your head, leaving a dainty necklace to show off your neck that slowly grew warmer with the intense california heat. and when jax peers around the corner to see why juice has suddenly stopped working, and prospect stands completely still, he sees you in your sweet little orange tube top & tiny jean shorts & sneakers & long white painted nails and moves a little quicker in his walk over to you.

in fact, he tugs on that same ponytail while asking you about your car, where you're from, where you bought that sweet little tube top, if you've ever been on a bike, if he makes you nervous. and the rest of the guys are flabbergasted. jax? fawning over the sweet, curious little thing that waltzes unto the shop, all coconut & jasmine scented? sure, it's not the most insane thing to happen, but the fierce protectiveness that jax immediately adapts is. like when you bend down to sign the paperwork for your car repairs, he stands behind you, afraid your distressed levi's will lift and show off those sweet orange panties he caught a glimpse of earlier when you leaned into your passenger seat to grab your insurance.

and when you straighten around to show him your paperwork, smiling & proud, his hand resting on the frayed posters of gemma's office, effectively boxing you in, he gently tells you "you gotta be careful when you lean over darlin' not everybody is as gentlemanly as i am— what're you lookin' at dickhead?!" before excusing himself with a light, fleeting touch to your hip before chasing half-sack down to point a strong finger in his face & tell him to leave the female clientele alone.

he loves your height difference, how you peer up at him with such wonderment, and even devastated confusion when you learn of some of the innerworkings of samcro. he absolutely has to fight off his cuteness aggression so he doesn't immediately smush your cheeks in his big hand, bring your other hand to the front of his jeans and purr "too fuckin' cute, you gotta cut it out or i'm gonna blow a load right here, sweetheart." and he looooooves the breathless look that overtakes you, and the slight creeping smile that adorns your face— adapting to him, to his never-ending need to feel you, just as needy and wanting as he is.

your naivety, your kindness, your ability to see jax as he's always wanted to be seen— strong, trying his best, all of it makes him even more enamored by you. you and your clicky wedged heels that always signify when you come to visit him at the shop, the scent of your bubblegum lipgloss floating through the clubhouse, your sweet, sad sniffle when he has to leave on a run. he loves all of it. loves that you need him, most of all.

Wow 🤩 amazing 😻💓

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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Hi Sarah! I’d love some more backstory to the fic where Eddie broke the reader’s heart and we married Jax Teller. Honestly I’m just looking for you to write Jax Teller😂😂 love you❤️

Hiii babes!! I am dying at y’all wanting more Jax Teller(even tho in the fic his name is Charlie we can just call him Jax at this point then lol) so to be nice I will give you a few little conversations between you and him when he kept coming into your coffee shop before he finally asked for your number😂💖

This goes along with THIS story✨

*He may look like he’s a badass but you intimidate him and he loves it*

“What can I get for you?” “Uh Hi…yeah uhm shit what’s the drink that’s green and caffeinated?” “Hi! Oh a matcha? Do you want it iced or hot?” “How would you…drink it?” “I like everything iced.” “Let’s do that then.” “Perfect. So one iced matcha coming up.” “Thanks sweetheart.” “No problem. You can wait over there and I’ll call your name when it’s ready.” “Oh uh okay…you didn’t ask my name?” “I just assumed you liked to go by President since that’s what’s on your vest.” “You can call me whatever you like.” “Okay…you can still wait over there.”

“Back again? Want another iced matcha?” “No thanks darlin that was a little too green tasting for me.” “Understandable. What can I get you today then?” “I’ll just take a large coffee with three sugars and two creams please.” “Ohh no flavors or anything to keep it interesting?” “What can I say I’m a man of simple taste.” “What a shame.” “What? What’s that supposed to mean?” “I’ll call you when it’s ready.” “You’re trouble. I can just tell.” “Says the one in a leather vest that says men of mayhem on it.” “Damn…got me there sweetheart.”

“Large coffee three sugars two creams?” “I think I might add in some vanilla today.” “Oh yes way to really spice it up.” “Baby steps…I’m new to this whole coffee thing.” “Oh trust me…I can tell.” “So…if I let you pick my coffee order do you think I can get your number?” “You think letting me pick what kind of coffee you have is worth giving you my number?” “I think it’s a fair trade.” “Let me think about it.” “Fine I’ll come back tomorrow how’s that sound?” “Sounds…fine I guess.” “Oh come on darlin I know you enjoy our little chats.” “Oh yes they are just the highlight of my day.” “You really know how to deflate a man’s ego.” “It’s one of my many talents…enjoy your coffee.” “See you tomorrow.” “Looking forward to it.”