Summary: Your morning in bed with Jax gets interrupted by club business, and after a long day spent barely staying in control of himself, he finally gets to pick up where you and he left off, this time on the kitchen table.
Word Count: 3.2k | I do not give consent to having my work republished or posted to any other platform or profile other than my own. | Masterlist
Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), swearing, hair pulling, unprotected sex, kinda rough sex, spanking, husband jax bc i just need him okay, enjoy.
Jax had been out all day long with the club, handling business that was more annoying rather than stressful to deal with, like it usually is.
He’d missed you for the majority of the day, especially since yours and his morning got interrupted earlier.
Jax had been in the middle of getting his fill of you, starting his day off right with his head buried between your thighs, when he’d gotten a call from Chibs. Apparently there were some issues with the side business they’d been working on, and it needed to be fixed right away so the club didn’t look like they had no idea what they were doing.
The Sons had a certain reputation, and yes it needed to be upheld, but it couldn’t have waited another half an hour?
Apparently not, so Jax had to leave you before he could make you fall apart on his fingers, tongue and cock, and he had to go deal with it. It took most of the day going back and forth, which was quite irritating since it could’ve been dealt with at a much later time in his opinion, but it was still important either way.
With that being said, Jax missed you, and he was wound up really fucking tight and wanted to get back home to you and finish what you and he had started in the bedroom this morning.
He got home just after dinner, his eyes instinctively searching for you as soon as he stepped through the door. When he saw movement in the kitchen, he looked over to see you slightly bent over the table, your hip jutted out as you flipped through the cookbook his mother had let you borrow.
Jax felt his jeans tighten instantly, his cock twitching with interest as he walked into the kitchen, standing behind you as he held back a groan at what you were wearing.
A flannel, his flannel that looked massive on you, a pair of panties, and nothing else. The buttons of the flannel were done up just halfway, and he wanted nothing more than to rip it open, bend you over the table, and grab your tits as he fucked you from behind.
He stepped closer, his hands coming up to grab onto your hips, and he leaned down to kiss your cheek, “Babe,” he greeted, noticing how deep and barely-restrained his voice sounded even to his own ears.
You looked over your shoulder at him and smiled. “Hi, baby,” you said back, only letting your eyes linger on his for a few more moments before you looked away again and back down at the open book. You flipped through the pages, biting down on your lip and making Jax refrain from bending you over right then and there. “I can’t find the recipe for that chili your mom made the first time I met her. She told me it was in here, but I can’t find it and I wanted to make it for dinner tomorrow.”
Jax listened to you ramble as best as he could, but he really wasn’t paying much attention to what you were saying. His focus was very far away from some old family recipe he’d had countless times before.
One of his hands left your hip and lifted to your stomach, and he placed his palm firmly against you, pulling your body back against his. He heard the way your breath hitched, your body tensing up just slightly before relaxing again, and he smirked, leaning in and nuzzling his nose against the side of your neck. “I really don’t give a fuck about the chili right now, baby,” he murmured, dragging his teeth along the shell of your ear as his fingers started to pull at the buttons of the flannel. “I’m starvin’ for somethin’ else. Been thinkin’ ‘bout you all goddamn day.”
He pressed himself closer to you, letting you feel just how true those words are as his cock strained against the zipper of his jeans. “Oh,” you breathed, staying still as you let him undo the buttons on his shirt. “Have you?” you asked, and you were already starting to tease him as you subtly wiggled your ass back against him.
Jax groaned, cursing under his breath as he pushed his hips forward, grinding against you. “You know I have,” he muttered, “Couldn’t focus on a fuckin’ thing. Kept thinkin’ ‘bout how I left you this mornin’. Didn’t even get to make you cum. That makes me a bad fuckin’ husband.”
You whimpered softly when he tugged the flannel down your shoulders, the fabric pooling around your elbows and exposing your breasts to his dark, greedy eyes. His hands came up to palm them both, and you pressed your lips together as you shook your head, “You’re not a… bad husband, Jax,” you whispered as his thumbs brushed along your nipples. “You just have… a lot of shit you need to do every day. I don’t blame you for that.”
He grunted against your skin as he leaned in and pressed kisses along your neck and throat, one hand leaving your chest and sliding down your body. “I know you don’t, babe. ‘S why you’re so fuckin’ perfect,” he rasped, slipping one hand inside your panties and covering your core with it. “But I still gotta make it up to you. Don’t like leavin’ you like that at all.”
You moaned, your eyes falling shut as your head tipped back onto his shoulder. “We did get interrupted this morning, didn’t we?” you relented, still teasingly dragging your ass back and forth along the front of his jeans.
Jax groaned at the reminder, his mouth watering at the thought of picking right back up where you and he left off. “Mm, yeah, we did. Was in the middle of eatin’ my breakfast,” he mumbled, “Was gonna make you cum so hard for me, right on my tongue. Guess I’ll just have to do it now instead.”
His hand gave your breast a firm squeeze, his other hand leaving your core and latching onto your other breast once more. He rocked his hips against your backside, feeling his cock throb inside his jeans as he dipped his head further down and kissed along your jaw.
“You have no fuckin’ idea how hot you look right now,” he muttered, turning you around to face him, his hands moving to your waist to gently shove you back against the edge of the table. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout this fuckin’ body all day.” he added as he ducked his head down and captured one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking roughly.
Another moan left your mouth, and you shut your eyes as his hands moved around your body, giving your ass a rough squeeze. “What have you been thinking about?” you asked, lifting your hands up and tugging at the leather of his kutte. You tugged it away from his body, and he let it fall to the floor before his hands were back on you.
“Been thinkin’ ‘bout this. Thinkin’ ‘bout bendin’ you over and fuckin’ you so good. How wet and tight you are for me,” he grunted, “Could taste you all day, baby. Drove me fuckin’ insane.”
Your eyes opened at that, and you grabbed onto his shoulders as he grabbed onto your hip with one hand, the other one sliding beneath the thin fabric of your panties once more. “That’s what you get for leaving without making me cum,” you said, and Jax huffed out a laugh.
His fingers became coated in your wetness, and he slowly eased two of his fingers inside you, his teeth dragging along his lower lip as he watched your expression shift at the feeling. “Shit, you’re so wet for me. Been waitin’ for me, huh?” he said under his breath, watching the way you eagerly nodded.
Jax hummed, dragging his fingers along your walls before pulling them back out, and he lifted them to his mouth, cleaning them of your arousal. He watched the way your eyes flickered down to his mouth, your face flushing as he sucked on his fingers, and your grip on his shoulders tightened just slightly.
He reached down and yanked your panties down your legs, tossing them behind him before he lifted you up onto the table, spreading your thighs wide. Jax dropped to his knees before you, guiding your legs over his shoulders and pulling you close to the edge of the table. “Gonna finish what I started,” he said, hearing the way your breath hitched before he leaned in and licked between your folds, collecting your wetness like he’d been craving all day.
Your hands braced behind you on the table, your head tipping back as soon as his mouth was on you. “Jax,” you whined as he picked right back up where he’d left off this morning. “Needed you so badly.”
Jax looked up at you, and the sight had his cock throbbing even more. You were leaning back on the table, his flannel around your elbows and exposing your tits, and God, you looked like every single wet dream he’s ever fucking had.
He was starving for you, and that much was obvious from the way he buried his face in your pussy, his tongue licking and lapping at you with even more desperation than it was this morning. “Needed this too,” he muttered, finally tearing his gaze off your face. His nose bumped against your clit as he dove back in, his hands holding onto your hips to keep you in place when you started bucking against his mouth.
His tongue slid inside of you, creating a wet, sticky mess between your thighs, but that was how he liked it. He liked when you made a mess of him, too.
A sharp gasp left your lips, your hands grabbing onto his hair as you pushed against his hands, bucking against his face once again. “Jax, please,” you begged, already reduced to how he’d gotten you earlier, but this time he had no plans on stopping, and he was not allowing himself to be interrupted again.
His hands wrapped under your thighs, bringing you closer and making your fingers cling onto his hair tighter as you almost lost your balance. Jax huffed out a laugh, pulling away from you with wet lips, “It’s alright, babe. I ain’t gonna let you fall,” he mumbled deeply, the corners of his lips turning upwards. “Least not like that.”
You rolled your eyes at that, digging your heel into his upper back, trying to not so subtly pull him back in. “You’re funny,” you said under your breath, “But I don’t feel like laughing right now, so keep going.”
Jax let out a deep laugh, shaking his head even as he moved back towards you. “Bossy,” he muttered, holding onto your thighs with a firm grip.
“You married me,” you pointed out, your thighs shaking a bit as he leaned in and dragged his tongue along you once more.
He hummed, “Best decision of my life,” he said, giving you a much softer grin before he was all over you again.
His tongue dragged up and down your folds, feeling the way your thighs trembled even more at either side of his head, and then he was sucking your clit into his mouth. Your body jolted, your nails scratching along his scalp as you ripped one hand away from his head, reaching behind you to grab onto the edge of the table instead.
“Oh, fuck,” you moaned, closing your eyes again as your head fell back. Your chest pushed forward as your back arched, and Jax looked up at you through hooded eyes, his tongue moving between your clit and your opening over and over again until he got you there - right where he wanted you.
A loud, dragged out moan left your lips as you came, your legs trying to close around his head but he didn’t stop, instead working you through it as you gasped at the sensitivity. Jax lapped at your core, licking and sucking and kissing all over until you slumped back on the table, your body still tense as your stomach quivered.
“There you go, that’s it. Tastes so fuckin’ good, baby,” he murmured, turning his head and nuzzling his nose along your inner thigh before placing one final, open mouthed kiss there. He pulled back and stood up, shamelessly licking at his wet lips as he reached down and undid his belt, then unzipped his jeans.
He stepped closer to you, reaching down to grab your hand with one of his, gently pulling you back up so you were sitting. His other hand slid up your back before tangling in your hair, and he tilted your head back before leaning down and kissing you deeply, sharing your taste with you.
Just as you were starting to deepen the kiss even more, Jax pulled away, his hands moving down to your hips. He lifted you from the table, then turned you around and bent you over it, one hand on your back guiding you lower until your chest was pressed against the surface.
He pushed down his jeans and boxers, freeing his cock that nearly ached at the relief of escaping the tightness of his boxers. He grasped himself in one hand, guiding the head of his cock to rub up and down your puffy folds, and a slow, smug smirk formed on his face as you whimpered.
“Jax,” you begged, “Please.”
His smirk only grew as he leaned over you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade. “It’s okay, baby,” he teased, “You don’t gotta beg me. Not tonight.”
You huffed out a breath of air at that, only to quickly inhale it back in when he pushed the first couple of inches of his cock inside you, your hands instantly moving to grab onto the edge of the table. “Oh, fuck,” you gasped as he pushed all the way in, his hips pressed right up against your ass.
“Shit,” Jax grunted, pushing the flannel up around your waist so he could grab onto your bare hips. He looked down as he slowly pulled out, watching the way your tight walls stretched around him to be able to take all of him, then he pushed back in a little faster than before. “This is what you needed, isn’t it, baby? To be fucked just like this.” he muttered harshly, fucking into you a little faster as his cock became completely coated in your wetness.
You whined, nodding all too eagerly, “Yes. Fuck… yes,”
Jax let out a short laugh, one hand moving from your hip and sliding down to grab onto your ass. “Feels so good, baby. Such a perfect fuckin’ pussy,” he praised, rolling his hips forward and watching the way you took him with each thrust. “Fuck. I needed this too.”
You moaned loudly, your hips hitting the edge of the table every time he fucked back into you. “Oh, my God,” you whined, your upper body pressing against the cool surface of the table with every thrust of his hips.
He leaned over you, his left hand grabbing onto the edge of the table next to yours as he started to fuck you a little harder than before. His hips hit your ass over and over again, his other hand sliding into your hair and tugging your head back a bit. “So fuckin’ good… fuck,” he grunted, holding your body in place with his own as he pressed you down against the table.
A choked moan left your mouth, your sounds filling the kitchen as he fucked you exactly like how he wanted to before. The few objects still on the table shifted every time he bottomed out inside of you, the cookbook you’d been flipping through dangerously close to falling off completely, but neither of you cared. He was sure Gemma would give him shit for a few bent pages, but he didn’t give a shit about that either.
“Yes, oh, my God, yes. Fuck, don’t stop, baby,” you cried out, tightening your grip on the table.
Jax grunted, your sounds only fueling his movements and making his cock throb deep inside of you. He let go of your hair, dragging his hand down your back until he reached your ass, and he pushed the flannel up once again since it had slipped back down. He gave you a firm squeeze before giving you a sharp smack, feeling the way you clenched around him as your skin burned.
“That’s it, baby,” he muttered, grabbing onto your waist with a tight grip as he pulled you back against him now with every thrust. “C’mon, babe, squeeze that cock. Cum on my dick like I know you want to.”
You whined loudly, squeezing your eyes shut at the same time your core squeezed his cock, instantly obliging to his request. Your body started to shake, your hands trembling from where they held the table in a death grip as you came with a long, needy cry.
Jax groaned deeply, his eyes locked onto where you and he were connected as his cock became even wetter, even warmer from your release. “That’s my girl,” he rasped, slowing down just slightly as he felt his cock twitch inside you. He came only seconds later, his chest heaving as he filled you with his cum until some of it started to leak out around him. “Shit. So fuckin’ good.”
He leaned over you, covering your back with his chest as you went limp on the table, thoroughly fucked out. Jax kissed along your bare shoulder, one hand sliding under you until he reached your throat, and he turned your head, guiding your mouth into a deep kiss.
You moaned weakly against his lips, kissing him a little desperately before he pulled away, his lips as puffy and kiss swollen as yours are. He slowly pulled out of you, pressing his lips together as he watched a few beads of cum drip out along with his cock.
The sight had one corner of his mouth turning upwards as he helped you stand up straight. Your legs were still shaking as he turned your body around and pulled you against his chest, his arms wrapping around you tightly. “You good?” he asked, unable to stop the teasing and smugness from seeping into his tone.
You nodded, burying your face in his shirt as your hands grabbed at his back, your body still trembling with the aftershocks. “That definitely made up for this morning,” you said once you were finally able to find your voice and speak again.
Jax let out a deep laugh, one hand cradling the back of your head as he brushed a soft kiss along your temple. “I’ll make it up to you even more tomorrow mornin’, with no interruptions,” he said, pulling his flannel back up your body so you were properly wearing it again. He pulled back with a smirk, “Told the guys no more callin’ me at nine in the mornin’ unless it’s a real emergency.”
You lifted a brow, watching as he pulled his boxers and jeans back up, but left them unzipped. “What, today wasn’t a real emergency?” you asked, taking his hand when he offered it to you.
He pulled you with him towards the bedroom, keeping his other hand planted firmly on your ass as his front pressed against your back. “Not nearly important enough to be interrupted for,” he answered, his smirk softening when you let out a laugh.
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Dedicated to @hunnamandhoney because you mentioned in a reblog of a gif set of a shirtless Jax sitting at his kitchen table and of him wearing a flannel, and you said you wanted to be bent over that table while wearing his flannel, and it’s been in my head ever since. So. Thank you and I hope you enjoy x
Apologies for being MIA. Just went through something really hard and had no motivation, and the only form of outlet I had was this, so I guess I’m like Jax in that way loooool.
Hiii it honestly feels like I’ve read all the jax fics on here 💀 I was wondering if you have any recommendations of other people who write or have written for jax !
Have an amazing day lovely !!
Hi!
Why, yes. Yes I do. I am so happy you asked.
I’ve just been LOVING @bellaxgiornata fics (all of them, not just her Jax ones), and she writes Jax amazingly. Like spot on. She’s got a bunch of one shots and short series, and even some long series that I just adore. You will probably end up loving her writing to the point of reading her pieces about other people as well, like I did. 💝
@hunnamandhoney has some delicious Jax fics as well, and she is exceptionally good at writing the concept of YEARNING for something you can’t have, especially with her fics about reader being someone else’s old lady but clearly having a deep connection with Jax. She’s also got some amazing fics for Charlie’s other characters as well. 💖
My sweets who I miss so much @jaxtellerpls has some of the best steamy fics I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading. Always a treat seeing a new fic from her. 💝
There are many others who I’ve seen around, but haven’t yet gotten the chance to read their fics, but these are just my recommendations!! I hope this helped you out, and hopefully you’re able to find even more authors who write about Jax as you explore these accounts! I hope you love them as much as I do! 💞
hi! do you do requests for jax? if so, could you maybe do a
jax x wife!reader, and they have a huge argument, (probably the biggest one of their relationship) and since they don’t even wanna see each other after, reader ends up sleeping on the couch, and jax walks out in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and sees her, and he just picks her up and brings her back to bed with him because he doesn’t want her sleeping on the couch because of him?
if not, i totally understand!!
Hi! I don't take requests (they lowkey stress me out), but I did loveeee this idea, so I went ahead and wrote it.
I appreciate you sending me this! I hope it turned out the way you imagined it, and I hope you like it!
Summary: Jax has been so busy with the club lately, you feel like you hardly see your husband at all. When he comes home and barely says a word to you, the stress both of you had been feeling comes out in the form of a nasty fight that leaves you both sleeping alone. But, despite the harsh words you exchanged with each other, neither of you liked being too far away, especially in your own home.
Word Count: 4.3k | I do not give consent to having my work republished or posted to any other platform or profile other than my own. | Masterlist
Warnings: angst, mega angst with a small bit of fluff, swearing, arguments, fighting, unresolved argument, jax is hella rude, reader kinda is too, mentions of dv, insinuations of dv (not with jax and reader), implications of hitting your partner, slight sexist remarks, that may be all.
The fight was stupid. Aren’t they all?
This one really was. At least it started out stupid, but only grew into a more serious fight the longer it went on.
Jax had come home close to midnight, a tired, grumpy man who’d spent his day dealing with club business - most of which he hadn’t yet told you about despite one of his vows being to do just that, to keep you in the loop as best as he could.
You’re his wife, after all. You deserved that, at least.
He’d stripped out of his clothes, leaving a trail leading all the way to the bathroom, and that was only after he greeted you with a simple, chaste kiss to your cheek without saying a single word.
That in itself made you a little annoyed, because after not hearing from him for most of the day, and after waiting for him to come home all night, that was all you got? Well, that and a now messy hallway.
You bit your tongue as you followed the discarded clothing trail, picking up each one and wondering how bad of a day he had to justify needlessly making the house a mess, especially after you spent a good few hours cleaning it earlier, but you doubt he noticed that with how quickly he disappeared into the bathroom as soon as he stepped through the door.
After you picked up his jeans, shirt and boxers, you lifted your gaze and looked at Jax through the foggy glass of the shower, your eyes narrowing at how tense he looked. “Long day?” you asked, and he just grunted, shaking his head and barely acknowledging you.
“Yeah,” was all he said, and you lifted a brow, debating on whether or not to push him further, but you weren’t cruel. He obviously dealt with some serious shit today, if the red stain you saw on his jeans was anything to go by, and wanted to have a shower in peace.
So you left the bathroom and entered the bedroom, stuffing his clothes into the laundry bin and making a mental note to do them as soon as you wake up tomorrow in hopes to get that stain out for him - not that he’d really care anyway. Another stain would just take its place soon enough.
You went back into the living room, where you had been patiently waiting for him to come home, and sat back down on the couch. You picked up the book you’d been reading and had set down when you heard him come home, only to receive that vague greeting from Jax before he left you alone again.
It was less than ten minutes later when the shower turned off, and only a few more minutes passed before you heard footsteps leading up to the living room, and when you lifted your gaze from the book and met Jax’s tired eyes, you felt your heart clench in your chest.
He was dressed for bed, wearing just his sweats, and he looked exhausted, both physically and mentally, and you wanted to help him in any way he’d let you, because you’d both been each other’s safe spaces since you started dating, and you’d like to think that was still very much true now that you’ve been married for just over a year.
But instead of giving you an explanation, or a proper greeting, or a gruff apology for his sad excuse of one, he gave you a tight lipped smile he didn’t even try to make reach his eyes. “‘M goin’ to bed,” he said, and you squinted your eyes at him, making him pause when he already started to turn away and head back down the hall. “What?”
You narrowed your eyes at that. Yes, he was allowed to have bad days, he’s the President of a fucking motorcycle club that gets put through the ringer damn near every day, and you’d never try to invalidate that, but to have him be so short with you and so distant wasn’t appreciated in the slightest.
Your shoulders lifted in a sarcastic shrug, “Oh, hey, babe. How was your day? Mine was good, thank you so much for asking,” you said, sarcasm dripping from every word. You just couldn’t help yourself. “That’s usually how a normal husband greets his wife, you know.”
Leaving his clothes on the floor was one thing, but pretty much ignoring you was something else, and especially since this wasn’t the first time he’s come home this week in a bad mood and essentially ignored you in your own home.
Jax let his shoulders drop, he let out a deep huff, “Don’t start,” he muttered, running a hand over his damp hair, and that only made you even more annoyed.
You set the book aside, having not really read much of it anyway, and sat up a bit. “Don’t start?” you echoed, narrowing your eyes, “I’m way past that. What happened to your eye?” you asked, the beginning of a black eye that was obviously forming on the left side of his face something you’d noticed while he was in the shower, but didn’t say anything about.
Jax propped his hands on his hips, his head tilting to the side in a way that told you he was already done with the conversation. It was a look you’d seen him give countless times to others, and he’d given it to you a handful of times as well, but everyone else didn’t get the same treatment that you did. You weren’t just anyone else, you’re his wife. “It’s nothin’,”
“It doesn’t look like nothing-”
“It’s just club shit,” he cut you off, effectively making you briefly shut up. “You know how it is.”
You pressed your lips together, your arms coming up to cross over your chest. “Yeah, I do know how it is,” you agreed, trying to reel your temper back in, because as much as he was pissing you off at the moment, you didn’t want to start a fight he obviously didn’t have the energy to have right now. “But I also know that you once promised to never keep things from me. Club shit included.”
Jax went silent at that, and you watched the way his jaw locked, a muscle in his cheek twitching slightly. He waited a few breaths, no doubt trying to calm himself down too, before he softened his expression just a tiny bit. “Babe, I promise, it’s nothin’ for you to worry ‘bout right now, alright?” he said, seeming to hope that would be enough for now. “I’ll tell you all about it soon.”
But it wasn’t enough, because lately you’d been feeling detached from him, and like he was keeping things from you, and you didn’t like that. At all. “No, it’s not alright,” you said, standing up from the couch, and his eyes lifted with your movement. “Jax, you barely said a word to me when you got home, you left your clothes all over the floor, and instead of sitting down and talking to me about it, you just told me you were going to bed. I feel like we don’t talk anymore.”
Jax exhaled harshly through his nose, and he broke eye contact with you as he shook his head. “Look, I’ve had a long fuckin’ day, alright? I told you that,” he said, his voice raising a bit as his eyes met yours again. “I don’t feel like sittin’ down and talkin’ about it, okay? Is that alright with you?”
Your eyes hardened at that, but so did his, and you’d come to a clear stand off, despite you simply wanting him to communicate with you a bit better. But that was asking too much of him, apparently. “Fine. Whatever,” you said, letting your shoulders drop even though your whole body was tense now. “Goodnight then.”
Jax let out a short huff, and he gave you a look you’d seen too many times to count at this point. “You mad at me now?”
Yes, you were, but he clearly just wanted to go to bed and forget about today, and who were you to stop him? “No, Jax,” you answered, crossing your arms. He gave you another look, this one almost comically unimpressed as he mirrored your stance, his own arms coming up to cross over his chest. “Fine. Yeah, I am kinda mad at you.”
Jax huffed and shook his head, muttering something under his breath you weren’t able to catch. “So I deal with bullshit all day with the club, and then when I come home and try to leave all that shit behind me, I have to deal with my wife too?”
You squinted at that, his choice of words adding to the anger you felt burning inside of you. “You don’t have to deal with me, Jax. And I don’t think that’s a very fair thing to say to me,”
“But jumpin’ on my back as soon as I get home is fair to me?” he shot back, stepping around the half wall separating the hallway and the living room. “I expected you to be the one person who wouldn’t fuckin’ push me when I’ve already had a rough day.”
“And how am I supposed to know that? That you’ve had a rough day?” you asked, ignoring the sting you felt at the way he was so dismissive of you right now, like you were just another person to him instead of his partner.
“The lack of greetin’ wasn’t obvious enough?”
You flared your nose at that, and this wasn’t going the way you wanted it to at all. Starting a fight was the last thing you liked doing with Jax, but you also didn’t see this de-escalating anytime soon. “You’re acting like an ass right now, Jax,” you said, ignoring his question you had a feeling he wasn’t expecting you to answer anyway.
Your choice of words had his brows raising, and his head tilting back a bit. “I’m actin’ like an ass,” he repeated, stating it rather than questioning it. “You ain’t in no position to be sayin’ that to me, babe.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“You’re actin’ like one of those needy chicks that hang around the clubhouse instead of my wife,” he grunted, his face lacking any resemblance of the softer side of him that always seemed to be around when he was with you.
Hearing him reduce you to a needy chick, someone who just hangs around to get laid by one of the Sons, had your jaw clenching angrily. “You’re calling me a fucking crow eater? Are you fucking serious? Why?” you scoffed, “Because I just wanted my husband to look at me for more than five seconds and to have an actual conversation with me?”
“Because you keep fuckin’ pushin’ it when you know it’s just makin’ shit worse,” he said back, as if that justified his words. “You ain’t a crow eater, but you are my old lady, and when I need a fuckin’ minute to myself when I get home, you give it to me.”
A humorless laugh left your lips. “Oh, I give it to you? Is that what I’m supposed to do? We’ve been over that, Jax. You don’t get to boss me around like one of the Sons,” you said, “And how am I supposed to give you something you never asked for? Do you want me to read your mind? So I know you need a sec to yourself instead of taking it out on me as soon as you get home?”
“I didn’t want to take it out on you,” he said, and his voice raised even more. He was clearly getting as worked up as you are. “I tried to not fuckin’ take it out on you. But you just had to go and start somethin’, huh?”
“Don’t pin it all on me, Jax. That’s not fucking fair,” you glared at him, “You can’t just expect me to be all happy and understanding when you come home and fucking ignore me, especially since you’ve been doing it all week. How is that fair to me?”
“This life ain’t supposed to be fuckin’ fair, babe,” he scoffed, his biceps flexing as he crossed his arms more firmly over his chest, and any other night you’d be all over that, but you’d gotten so mad so quickly, you couldn’t even take a second to appreciate just how hot your husband is.
You rolled your eyes and turned away, opting to just stop looking at him since the anger in his eyes wasn’t helping you calm down at all. How is he mad at you right now? When he was the one at fault here? “Don’t give me that,” you shook your head, “That’s bullshit. You can’t blame it on the life all the time, Jax. You were given many chances to leave, and to make shit better. It doesn’t get better, and you just have to deal with it and let me in, not push me away when it gets hard.”
“I’m not pushin’ you away. I’m tryin’ to not bring this shit home with me, but clearly that ain’t workin’,” he muttered, running his hand over his mouth. “And I ain’t blamin’ it on the life either. Things get hard sometimes, like right now. I’m dealin’ with a lot of shit with the club, and I don’t need you breathin’ down my neck about it as soon as I get home.”
“Me just wanting to talk to you counts as me breathing down your neck, now?” you asked, understanding the point he was trying to make about as much as he was understanding yours. Not at all. “What’s next, I have to ask you for permission to touch you in case you had a bad day and decide to take it out on me instead?”
“Jesus Christ,” he nearly yelled, his eyes darting around the room as if he was looking for a chance to escape, as if simply hashing something out with you was such a big thing to ask of him. “That’s not what this is and you know it. You don’t have to ask permission to do shit with me, alright?”
“But I’m supposed to be able to tell when you want space, then give it to you after you already made me feel like shit for caring?”
“I didn’t mean to make you feel like shit-”
“Well, you did. You made me feel like some idiot who needs to get permission from you to be able to talk to you, let alone touch you,” you cut him off, “And you make me feel like I’m some afterthought, that I’m just here for you to come home to. I’m your wife, Jax, I’m supposed to be the person you come to with this kind of shit, not brush off and ignore so you can bottle it up on your own.”
“You are the person I come to with this kinda shit-”
“It doesn’t seem like it. You’d rather barely say a word to me when you come home, then go back out the next day and do it all over again-”
“‘Cause you make it fuckin’ impossible to get a word in without you flyin’ off the fuckin’ handle,” he cut you off this time, and his voice was a lot louder than before. He moved to stand in front of you, towering over you and making you regret ever opening your mouth. But there was no going back now. “I don’t need to deal with you and your fuckin’ insecurities when I’ve got enough shit goin’ on, alright?”
You narrowed your eyes, your gaze as cold as his is. “My insecurities?”
“Yeah. What the fuck are you even complainin’ about, huh? What, I didn’t greet you properly when I got home, so that means you get to be on my case for the rest of the night? To bring up shit that doesn’t even fuckin’ matter?” he was in your face now, angrier than he’s ever been with you, and you actually shrunk back a bit.
“You’re out of line, Jax,” you tried to reel him back in, but you feared he was already too fired up, and you’d pushed him to his breaking point.
“You’re the one puttin’ me outta fuckin’ line!” he yelled, and you flinched at both the loudness of his voice, and the way he raised his hand to brush his hair out of his face. He caught your flinch, and instead of instantly calming down, it only seemed to irritate him even more. “You thought I was gonna hit you?”
And maybe you should’ve assured him that, no, you didn’t think that, and you’d never think he’d ever put his hands on you like that, but you were still so mad, you didn’t have much control over what you were saying right now. “It wouldn’t surprise me if you did,” you said instead, even though it would definitely surprise you if Jax were to ever destroy your relationship beyond repair by hitting you. “The way you guys treat your old ladies, the way you treat women in general. I’ve seen the aftermath of an argument between your mom and Clay. It’s not pretty.”
You knew that would hit him hard. There was nothing he hated more than to be compared to Clay, and the fact that you insinuated him possibly hurting you in the way Clay had hurt his mom was pretty low. Even you knew that. It would cut deep for him to hear that you might actually believe he’d be capable of doing that to you, even though you didn’t believe that at all, but you were just so upset with him, you wanted him to feel the way you were feeling.
Jax scoffed and shook his head, taking a few steps away from you. “You’re unbelievable,” he said under his breath. “I ain’t Clay. I’d never put my goddamn hands on you like that. Ever. You should fuckin’ know that.”
And you do know that, but you didn’t say that.
Instead you turned away and sat down on the edge of the couch, feeling the way the tension in the room became less angry, but remained just as heavy. The argument seemed to be over, with neither of you wanting to continue it after that.
“I’m gonna stay out here tonight,” you said, your voice rough from holding back tears. You looked down at the floor as you curled in on yourself. “I’ll sleep on the couch. I don’t want to see you right now.”
A humorless laugh left Jax’s lips, and he turned away, heading down the hallway towards the bedroom as he muttered, “I don’t wanna see you either,”
That was by far the worst argument you and Jax had ever had. That was the most heated you’d gotten with each other, to the point of getting into each other’s faces and letting your mouths spew words without letting your brains think of the consequences for it after.
You and Jax were both stubborn, and he was more hot-headed now that he’s the President of SAMCRO, and the longer you’re with him, the more unwilling you are to be treated like the other old ladies you’d met. It was definitely a clash, but you and Jax are usually able to make it work. You and he are usually able to talk things through before they get to a point where everything just explodes and you end up angry with each other.
In the years you’ve been together, there have only been a handful of times where you and he couldn’t reach an agreement, or you couldn’t get each other to see your point of views on things, and even then, they weren’t as bad as tonight was.
You felt your eyes sting, and you quickly reached over to flick the light off before curling into a ball on the couch. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it definitely wasn’t as soft as yours and Jax’s bed, and you almost wished you’d told him to sleep on the couch instead.
But you ignored the flat pillow that was more for decoration than to be used as an actual place to rest your head, and you pulled the throw blanket up to your chin, leaving most of your lower half uncovered.
This was the first time you and Jax willingly chose to not sleep in the same bed. Of course there were times where he ended up crashing at the clubhouse and you had to sleep alone in the bed, and there were times where you’d fallen asleep on the couch waiting for him to come home, but he’d always bring you to bed with him, because you didn’t like not sleeping next to each other.
And even though you meant it when you said you didn’t want to see him, it didn’t change the fact that your heart was hurting, and even though it was because of him, you still wanted to be with him in your room, not out here by yourself.
But you were still so upset, and you were stubborn and bitter and didn’t feel like getting up and putting your differences aside so you could both get a decent enough sleep tonight.
With your luck, it would just start round two, and you weren’t in the mood to deal with that at all.
So you got as comfortable as you could, and tried to ignore that Jax was sleeping by himself in the bed you’d been sharing with him for the last two years.
It took you what felt like hours to finally calm down enough to go to sleep, but it wasn’t peaceful. You were barely asleep, just unconscious enough to chase away the tiredness from the fight and leave you feeling slightly more rested, but it still wasn’t a good sleep.
You weren’t sure what time it was or how long you’d been out here, but you were able to faintly hear the sound of the bedroom door opening, and the sound of a few footsteps. Even with your eyes closed, you could see the brightness slip into the darkness behind your eyes as the hall light turned on, but you didn’t fully wake up until a few moments later.
The sound of more footsteps barely registered in your mind, and you were almost completely back to sleep when you felt the blanket you’d been using slowly lift off of you, and then felt a familiar hand slide under your back.
You almost thought you were dreaming, because of course Jax would be in your dreams, but then you felt your body being lifted up, and you opened your eyes. You squinted at the harsh light coming from the hall and turned your head, burying your face in Jax’s chest as he slid his arm under your legs, keeping his other one wrapped around your back.
“Sorry,” he muttered, using his shoulder to flick the light switch off when he walked past it, and you just groaned as he carried you the short distance to the bedroom.
You knew he was taking you to bed, and even though you were still quite pissed at him, you didn’t try to get out of his hold, nor did you tell him to stop and put you down.
He left the bedroom door open as he walked around the bed, and he gently set you down on your side of it. The sheets and comforter were already pulled back, and you melted against your cool, much comfier pillow as Jax pulled the covers up over you.
You instantly cuddled under them, your eyes falling shut as he rounded the bed again and got in on his side next to you. You kept your back to him as he slid under the covers and moved closer to you, and you instinctively leaned back against him.
“I’m still mad at you,” you mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back against his chest.
A much softer laugh than all the sarcastic and humorless ones from before came out of his mouth at that, and he laced his fingers with yours under the sheets. “Yeah, I’m still mad at you too,” he said back, and you tried to fight off a smile as he buried his face in your hair.
You thought that would be the end of it, that he just brought you to bed since he didn’t want you to sleep apart unless you absolutely needed to, and you were still very much not on good terms right now, but the soft sigh you felt against the back of your neck had you refraining from falling asleep just yet.
“What happened before,” he started, his voice low and much more gentle than it had been earlier in the living room. “It got outta hand. We both said some shit, but it ain’t gonna break us, alright? We just needed to cool off for a bit.”
You held his hand a little tighter, because despite all the things he’d said to you during the fight, that was what impacted you the most. “No. It won’t break us,” you agreed, and you felt the way his lips curled up just slightly against your skin.
“That’s my girl,” he mumbled, and you fought off another grin, knowing that you and he would need to actually talk things out properly in the morning, but for now, you were more than content to fall asleep in his arms like you had many times before, and you held onto the hope that tomorrow’s conversation would be much more efficient that the one from a couple hours ago.
Summary: Not only is Jax your new husband, but he is also the new President of SAMCRO. Even though he’s busier now than ever before, he’d never deny his wife the thing he promised is yours forever, nor would he deny giving you a ride on the President’s chair.
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Warnings: dirty talk, absolutely filthy talk, smut, swearing, unprotected sex, hair pulling, spanking, yum, semi-public sex, mentions of starting a family, implications of wanting to get pregnant, possessive jax and reader, marking, that might be all.
Jax takes his vows and every promise he made to you on your wedding night very seriously.
The ceremony and reception was quick, as was the after party, and when he took you back home, you’d become so drunk off him that your mouth no longer had a filter, and you were left saying the most filthy things every husband loved to hear on his wedding night.
Well, every sane husband, anyway.
You’d told him that you wanted to ride his cock every night, and he told you that he’d give you his dick anytime you wanted, and he meant that with everything in him. It was all yours to use whenever you needed it.
Over the last few weeks though, you’d been needing it more and more. You and he had stopped using any kind of birth control, wanting to get a move on and start a family together, and ever since then, you’d been a lot more needy and downright horny for him.
But Jax didn’t mind a single fucking bit. He’d never complain about his wife needing him and his dick like it was your own form of drug. He swore you’d get it whenever you want it, and he planned on keeping his word.
Jax had just dismissed the rest of the club, letting them leave the chapel after a rather quick and unanimous decision regarding what they were going to do moving forward. He was at the head of the table, the president’s seat, and was just about to stand up and follow after the guys when you walked in, a cheeky smile on your pretty face.
You were wearing an expression that screamed trouble, and knowing you, this wasn’t about to be a quick visit or a brief conversation. Not when you were currently looking at him like that.
He remained seated, one arm draped over the armrest as he looked over at you, and a matching smirk took over his lips. “Babe,” he murmured, tipping his head back as you closed the door and started to walk over to him. “What are you doin’?”
You sauntered over, standing next to the chair as you looked down at him, and he knew exactly what you were doing. You were wearing a tight shirt and a skirt, easy access, and Jax was already ready for you. Just a look was all it took for him to be rock hard, and he’d be lying if he were to say the risk of someone walking in wasn’t a turn on.
The chapel doors don’t have a lock, any club member could walk in at any second and see what you and he were up to, and yet Jax didn’t give a shit. Getting caught balls deep in his wife would surprise no one, especially since you and he had always been very touchy with each other right from the very start of your relationship.
You smiled down at him, reaching out and bracing one hand on his shoulder, your fingers curling around the leather of his kutte. “Oh, you know…” you trailed off, lifting one shoulder in a shrug as you moved closer to him, bracing your other hand on his other shoulder.
Moving onto his lap like it was your own personal throne, you settled on top of him on the chair, and it creaked under your joined weight. Your smile grew as you pressed your chest against his, your arms banding around his shoulders.
“Just wanted to see my husband,” you answered, subtly rubbing yourself against the front of his jeans. “Can’t seem to stay away from you for some reason. Think I might be obsessed or something.”
Jax smirked up at you, his hands coming up to grab onto your hips. “That right?” he grunted, his thumbs rubbing at the sliver of skin where your shirt ended and your skirt started. He leaned back, one hand sliding down to brush along the curve of your ass as he tipped his head back against the chair. “You know this room ain’t exactly private, right?”
For club meetings, sure, it was as private as it could be. But with every club member currently in other parts of the clubhouse, there was no reason for the chapel doors to be shut, unless someone was in there on their own.
Or in this case; unless the President of the club needed to tend to his old lady.
You hummed, giving him another shrug. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to be quiet, won’t we?” you said, one hand coming up to grab onto the side of his face.
“I don’t think you know how to be quiet, babe,” Jax huffed out a laugh as your other hand slid down his body, tugging at the zipper of his jeans. “Least not with me.”
Your eyes met his again, then they dropped down to the smug grin he knew was on his lips. “I don’t care,” you said, rolling your hips against his as he felt the damp spot on your panties begin to seep into the fabric of his jeans. “I want to fuck you, Jax. I want to ride my husband’s cock. Right now. I need it.”
Jax grunted as he felt his cock start to throb, already begging for attention from you. His hand slid up your back and tangled in your hair, and he pulled you down for a deep, firm kiss. He let his tongue brush against yours a few times before he pulled back, his lips damp as he reached down and helped you tug both his jeans and boxers down. “Come on then, baby. Take what you need,”
You were all too happy as you reached down and pulled your panties as much to the side as you could, and you rubbed yourself along his cock a few times, coating him in your wetness.
He pushed your skirt up around your waist, baring your ass to anyone who decides to walk into the chapel at any given moment. It wouldn’t be ideal, but it also wouldn’t be the end of the world since you and Jax had gotten caught in much more compromising positions before. This wasn’t anything new.
A shameless moan left your lips, and Jax’s eyes instinctively flickered over to the door, as if someone was about to choose that exact moment to walk in. But no one did, and his eyes returned to you, and then he grabbed onto your hips, helping lift you up so you could sink down onto him.
Jax grunted, his fingers digging into your skin as he looked at you through slightly hooded eyes. “This ain’t gonna be slow and sweet, baby,” he said, his hand giving your ass a firm smack. “Gonna be fast ‘n hard since you couldn’t wait ‘til we got home.”
You let out a sharp moan, your hands grabbing firmly onto his shoulders as his palm soothed the sting it just gave you. “I’m okay with that,” you breathed, dropping your forehead to his as you rolled your hips forward, making him inch deeper inside you.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave behind bruises. His head tipped back against the chair, his fingers bunching up the fabric of your skirt and keeping it out of the way.
You whined, and even though you’d told him that you would be quiet, you didn’t seem to be keeping your word as you tangled your fingers in the short hair on the back of his neck and let out a louder moan.
“Shh, keep it down, babe, ‘less you want the whole fuckin’ club to hear how needy you are for my dick,” he taunted, a breathless, slightly mocking laugh leaving his lips after. He grabbed onto your ass, pulling you down harder on his lap and letting out a deep groan despite his own warning since he wasn’t much better than you.
You whined again, your eyes squeezing shut as you tipped your head back, damn near still on his lap as if you and he had all the time in the world to spare right now. “Jax-”
He dug his fingers firmly into your skin, tilting his own head back and tangling one hand in your hair, guiding your gaze back to his. “You wanted this. Couldn’t fuckin’ wait until I got home,” he pointed out, his voice a mocking rasp. “You wanted me, and you have me. Now ride me before I bend you over this fuckin’ table and have my way with you.”
Your eyes opened at that, and there was a glint of excitement in them, because of course that just turned you on even more. Your hands held onto him a little tighter as you lifted yourself up just a bit, then lowered yourself back down, and even just that had you moaning a little louder than before.
Jax huffed out a laugh of disbelief, shaking his head as he looked up at you. “Fuck, it’s like you want them to fuckin’ hear us,” he muttered, partly scolding you though his voice held hints of pride and smugness.
You shook your head, your hands sliding to either side of his neck as you dropped your forehead against his. “No,” you said, not sounding too convincing but also sounding significantly quieter than before. “I just wanted you. Been thinking about you all day, Jax. Needed you so bad… can’t help it.”
That pride took over his body at your words, and he smoothed one hand down your back, holding you firmly against him like he couldn’t get you close enough. “I know, baby,” he murmured, his other hand staying glued to your hip as he guided you into a more steady rhythm rather than the uneven one you started out in. “‘s okay. You know you get to have me whenever you want.”
You hummed, rocking your hips against his in a way that had the chair creaking under him. “Like right now?” you teased, one hand coming up to tangle in his hair.
Jax grunted, his hand moving from your hip to your ass again. “You really need me to answer that?” he muttered, shaking his head as he leaned up and kissed you. “You’re on my cock not even five minutes after I sent the guys away. Only you can get away with this kinda shit, babe.”
“I know,” you agreed, giving him a smug grin before you rocked your hips a little faster, “You’re whipped for me.”
Jax let out a deep laugh, still letting you set the pace as he tightened his grip on you. “Hardly,” he grunted, pulling your hips flush against his every time you rocked against him.
The chair started to creak even more as you started to bounce on his lap, the sound making it increasingly obvious as to what you and he were doing in here, and he leaned further back on the chair, hoping the pressure of his body would limit the creaking as much as possible.
You clung onto his shoulders for stability, your teeth digging into your lip to stifle the sounds he was growing more desperate to hear. Quiet sex almost never happened between you and Jax, if ever, so this was quite a different experience for both of you.
When a particularly loud moan stumbled out of your lips, you let out a short grunt of frustration at the laugh he couldn’t contain before grabbing his face in your hands and kissing him. Your tongue brushed along his, your sounds now muffled against his mouth. “You’re mine,” you mumbled against his lips, tugging at his lower one as you ground your body against his.
Jax groaned, dipping his head and kissing you even deeper than before. He swallowed your sounds, drinking in each one like he does every time he’s inside you, every whimper and whine making his cock twitch. “Fuck yeah, I’m yours,” he grunted in agreement, his hand tangling in your hair and giving your head a gentle but firm tug back.
He lifted one leg just slightly until only the front of his foot was on the ground, keeping the other one planted firmly on the floor as he started to thrust up into you. It allowed him to inch deeper inside you while keeping the obnoxious creaking of the chair at a minimum, and it was safe to say this was probably one of the worst places to have sex in, but that probably wouldn’t stop it from happening again in the future.
Jax leaned in and attached his mouth to your neck, dragging his teeth along your skin as he tasted you. He sucked a mark onto your throat, one you definitely didn’t have when you walked in here but will now have when you walk out, and he realized that he really didn’t give a shit if the whole clubhouse knew you and he were fucking in the chapel.
His wife needed him, and who was he to deny you?
“You like that?” he asked against your skin, keeping a firm grip on your hair that had you slightly tense in his hold. Your pussy clenched around him, sucking him in deeper and creating a slick mess between your bodies, and he gave a few sharp, shallow thrusts. “Needed this so bad, huh? Can barely fuck you with the way you’re squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight, baby.”
A choked gasp left your mouth, and you weren’t even trying to be quiet now as you met his thrusts with every drop of your body. “Yes,” you moaned, tugging on his hair as you tipped your head back. “Needed you so bad. Feels so fucking good.”
Jax laughed, his hand leaving your hair only to wrap around your throat, and he held you tight enough for you to feel it, but not to actually restrict your breathing - though he knew you liked that anyway. He pulled you closer as he leaned back, his other arm wrapping around your lower back and pulling your body closer to his as he fucked up into you.
“Let the whole fuckin’ club hear who owns you. Who owns this tight pussy,” he rasped, feeling you clamp down tightly around him at the dirtiness of his words. “I don’t give a fuck, baby. Be as loud as you want. Wanna hear you when you cum for me.”
You let out a strangled squeal, an all too excited grin taking over your lips as you rode him with less energy than before, now letting him take the lead. “I think… think they already know who owns me,” you pointed out, the coolness of his wedding band against your skin enough of a reminder. “I’m only one man’s old lady.”
Jax lifted a brow at that, keeping his hand around your throat while the other one came down onto your ass with a firm slap. “Smartass,” he muttered, his palm soothing the sting his SONS rings no doubt created on your skin. He pulled you down into a messy kiss, your shared moans lost to each other’s throats. “I’m gettin’ close, baby. Gonna cum soon.”
You whined into his mouth, kissing him desperately as you started to fuck yourself on his cock again, taking everything he promised is yours. You tightened around him, your walls pulsing along his cock as you fucked him faster. “Fuck,” you gasped, starting to shake on his lap as he felt you cum.
Pulling away from his mouth, you buried your face in his neck as your body jerked out of your control, your muffled moans going straight to his cock as it twitched inside you. He came with a long, deep groan, filling you up as he held you tightly against his body. “That’s it, babe,” he praised, jaw clenching as his hips weakly rolled up into yours.
He let go of your throat, soothing the faint red marks left behind with his mouth as he peppered kisses all along your skin. When you went limp on top of him, he finally stilled, both his hands moving to your ass where he gently rubbed at the obvious handprints he’d left.
It didn’t even matter anymore that you and he weren’t at home or weren’t even in a room with a door that locks as Jax cradled you against his chest, feeling the way your uneven breaths started to slow the longer you stayed like this.
When you didn’t lift your head from his shoulder, seeming to prefer to have your face buried in the leather of his kutte, he let out a soft laugh. “You alright, baby?” he asked, turning his head and pressing his lips to your forehead.
You nodded weakly, letting out a deep, sated sigh. “Mm, yeah. I’m good. Been thinking of doing that in here ever since you became President,” you answered, and made no move to get up. That was fine, but all Jax wanted to do right now was get you home, where you and he could be in the comfort of your own space without any risk of someone walking in and seeing you impaled on his dick.
He ran a hand down your back, gently lifting your hips a bit, and a soft whine left your mouth. Jax huffed out another laugh, “You gonna let me take you home?” he asked, and you let out another sigh, this one sounding more frustrated than the other one, before you pushed yourself upright on his lap.
“Yeah,” you mumbled, wincing as you slowly stood up. “You can take me home. As long as you promise we can do that again, but in our bed. And with you on top. I’m really fucking weak now.”
Jax hummed, reaching out to fix your skirt so it was covering you before he tucked himself away in his boxers and zipped his jeans back up. “I think I can promise you that,” he said, standing up from the chair that creaked in relief at no longer being subjected to two horny newly-weds. Fuck, it was gonna be hard to not think about this the next time he sat down on it.
He towered over you, taking your face in his hands as he leaned down and pressed a final, much softer kiss to your lips.
A small, lazy smile was on both your faces when he pulled back, and he reached down to lace his fingers with yours. “Alright,” he smirked, “Let’s get outta here. Wanna fuck my wife properly without worryin’ ‘bout the guys comin’ in and interruptin’.”
Hi, will there be anything added to your Ray and William masterlist for Charlie Hunnam?
Hi!
I have multiple Will fics that are in the works, two of which are fully written but sitting in my tabs unedited (I hateee editing), so there will be much more added for him!
For Ray, I have a part 2 in mind for the fic I have posted for him, and I have a bunch of ideas for other ones too, so it's safe to say that more will be added for him as well.
And of course, I don't see myself growing tired of writing for Jax anytime soon, so a lot more will be out for him, including one today...
I also have a fic for his character Jay... but I'm not sure if I'll post it since I don't know if a lot of people have seen that movie (it's why he's in the masterlist picture collage).
I was discussing with some fandom friends how fanfic culture seems to have shifted from mostly comments to silent reading (though I'm very blessed with ya'll on TRT, thank you). And that makes me wonder what the reason is - I've seen a lot of theories and people asking that question but I figured I'd poke ya'll and see what I find.
This question is mostly directed towards those that never comment on a fanfic or rarely comment on a fanfic. If you usually comment or always comment (thank you!), you're totally good on this one.
To fanfic readers who do not comment, why don't you comment?
Commenting makes me anxious/stressed
I'm too tired to comment
I'm afraid of someone judging me for what I read if they find my comment
I don't like being tracked/leaving a trail
I don't think fanfic writers should expect comments
If I don't have time to leave a big long comment I don't like commenting at all
I don't want to bother the author
Nuance/Other (feel free to explain in the comments or tags)
I always or almost always comment
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Please reblog for a large sample size, I'm legitimately curious
sometimes fic writers will pour hours, days, weeks, & months into writing for a character who barely gets content, only to see someone say there are “no decent stories” for them while openly admitting they’ve read the ones already out there.
and like… wow. thank you so much, I guess?
you cannot complain about wanting more content while refusing to support the people already making it. comments matter. reblogs matter. even a little “I loved this” matters more than you know.
fic writers are not content machines. we’re people doing this for free because we love it, and it gets really exhausting feeling invisible until someone wants to complain that there isn’t enough.
There is nothing I love more than sharing love and supporting fellow writers, who put their work out there for the world to see for free. It takes time out of our own personal lives, and to see even a little bit of support makes it worth it in the end.
Supporting writers has never mattered more than right now since there has been a severe lack of it for the last while. I adore each and every one of my mutuals, their stories and their support. Same goes to anyone who's ever put something they're proud of out for the world to read or see.
I can assure you, that if you put out something for a character I enjoy, you better BELIEVE I am going crazy over it in the comments.
Summary: Yours and Ray’s relationship has always been complicated, right up from the moment you met, to each time you and he briefly see each other throughout the years. Though he wants more, yours and his lives are too different right now, but when you confide in him about your troubles, he suddenly doesn’t care about the very real consequences of having a more permanent place in each other’s lives.
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Warnings: angst, smut, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, swearing (like, a lot), descriptions/mentions of an injury, unprotected sex, angst again, be warned, mentions of guns, mentions of drugs, reader’s job isn’t specified, but implied that it’s dangerous, both touch starved ray and reader, that may be all, enjoy x.
It’d been a long day, one full of chasing after men Pearson had told Ray were a liability, and he was required to put them down in case they were to expose anything about the… business Pearson has been running all over London.
He’d gotten his hands bloody, had to chase off a bunch of men who’d witnessed it, and destroy any and all evidence that he’d done anything to begin with.
It was late when he got home, nearing midnight when he finally walked through the door. He was done with everything, his back aching a bit as he shrugged out of his jacket, and he didn’t even bother to take off his shoes by the door - instead heading straight towards the kitchen, where a beer was calling his name.
It wasn’t often Ray drank beer, but today was exhausting, and he needed something to relax him and take the edge off, and he didn’t feel like smoking right now. He opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle, tossing the cap into the recycle bin once he’d taken it off.
But he didn’t get the chance to take a sip before he heard the sound of one of the floorboards in the den creaking - something he’d been meaning to fix since the noise was starting to drive him up the wall every time he walked in that area, but he hadn’t gotten around to it yet.
Someone was in his house.
Ray paused instantly, the beer bottle quickly forgotten on the counter as he grabbed his gun that had been tucked away in his slacks. He lifted it and aimed it as he took a step towards the den, then another, his eyes expertly scanning each room and doorway he passed as he crept closer. Each step was measured and careful, allowing him to get the jump on whoever was here if he needed to.
He reached the den, his eyes squinting as he pointed the gun at the dark corner, knowing that was the only place to hide in the open space of the room. Ray locked his jaw, not appreciating the fact that some fucker had decided to choose tonight to break into his house when he’s already had a long day.
“Who is that?” he asked, his voice deadly and calm, his posture damn near perfect and lethal.
Then he heard the sound of heels, and he straightened up a bit. And then he saw a face he hadn’t seen in months.
You stepped out of the shadows, clad in heeled boots, a form fitting black dress, a long coat and red gloss on your lips. Your own gun was raised, pointed at him as his was at you, and Ray saw that you had a faint bruise under your eye that was half-healed and faded.
A smile formed on your lips as you kept your gun pointed at him, and he recalled a conversation you and he had a year ago after he’d finished fucking you into the next week - you’d been trained to never be the first one to put the gun down.
“Ouch,” you said, your voice low and teasing as you took another step towards him. You pouted at him, lifting a brow as your eyes flickered from his to his gun, a knowing look on your face. “This doesn’t feel like a very warm welcome, baby.” you observed, poking at your inner cheek with your tongue.
Ray’s eyes narrowed as he looked you up and down. Fuck, you looked good. Too good.
That dress hugged every inch of you, and those boots made him want to bury his face between your legs, preferably keeping them on while he got you off with his tongue.
He lowered his gun first, also well aware that he should never be the first one to do that, but as he held your gaze, he knew he had nothing to worry about.
“A warm welcome? After breaking into my house like some fucking thief?” he asked, tucking his gun into the waistband of his slacks as he closed the rest of the distance between you and him. He lifted his hand, tilting your face up slightly as he looked at the bruise marring your skin. “What happened here?” he asked, his other hand grabbing onto your hip with a certain possessiveness he’d never felt before he met you.
It was obvious you’d gotten into it with someone, though this seemed to be the only injury, so it hadn’t escalated too much. Still, someone put their hands on you, and that didn’t sit well with Ray, even though he knows how dangerous your job and life are.
You lowered your own gun, tucking it into the deep pocket on the inside of your coat as you looked up at him. “Business transaction gone wrong,” you answered, vague and blunt, as if you were talking to anyone other than a man you trusted completely. You lifted a shoulder in a shrug, clearly trying to brush it off even though he could tell the bruise had been a few shades darker only a couple days ago. “I failed to meet a quota last week. Boss wasn’t very happy with me. But it looked worse before. Trust me, this is nothing.”
Ray’s jaw locked once more, a muscle twitching in his cheek as his thumb gently moved along your wounded skin. “I should pay your boss a quick visit. Teach him what happens when he touches things that aren’t his to touch,” he thought out loud, “Should’ve called me. I would’ve handled that cunt for you.”
You rolled your eyes, but there was a fond smile on your lips, one he knew was reserved for just him. “I can handle him myself, Ray,”
He moved his hand upwards, tucking your hair behind your ear. “How long have you been here? In London?” he asked, wanting to shift the topic as quickly as possible since he didn’t like thinking about all the things you get up to whenever you and he part ways.
“Couple hours,” you said, placing your palms flat against his chest. “I came straight here, then let myself in when I saw you were out. I wanted to surprise you but that stupid floorboard gave me away. Oh, and I don’t think it counts as breaking in if I have a key.” you added, reaching for the thin chain around your neck and lifting it up, showing him the key that was attached to it.
He’d given it to you a while ago, and told you that if you ever found yourself in trouble, if you ever needed to hide or if you needed anything at all, you could come here.
“Yeah, been meaning to fix that,” Ray leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours as he breathed you in, your familiar scent he’d missed so much grounding him in a way nothing else ever had. “How long do we have this time, love?” he asked quietly, his hands moving down to your hips. “Tell me you’ll stay longer than a night. Tell me you’ll stay for two.”
Your shoulders dropped at that, your hands coming up to grab onto his cardigan. “I can’t tell you that,” you whispered, your fingers twisting the fabric as you pressed your forehead more firmly against his. “But we have tonight, right? And tomorrow morning…” you offered, pulling back to look up at him as one hand lifted to caress his cheek.
Ray sighed, exhaling through his nose as his fingers dug gently into your hips. One night. That was all he ever got to have with you for as long as he’s known you, with the exception of the weekend you and he spent together when you first met. If he’d known that those two days would be the longest he’d spend with you at a time in the future, he would’ve made the most of it a lot more than he already had.
But he was greedy, and even though he wanted longer with you, he’d take whatever time he could get with you. “Yes. We have tonight,” he agreed, “And I plan to make the most of every second of it.”
His hands moved down to your thighs, and he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist like second nature as he turned and carried you towards the bedroom. The same routine he’d done with you for the last couple years now, and one he always hoped to continue doing in the future every time you and he have to part ways.
“I have a feeling that I need to remind you who makes you feel so good,” he murmured, wondering if there will ever be a day where he can confidently say that you are all his, and that no other man has been with you after him.
You’d implied in the past that your life is too chaotic for a real relationship, and hookups were a lot easier to handle, and he didn’t like to think that was all he was to you. But you’d also implied that you hadn’t been with anyone since meeting him, and he was too afraid of what you might say if he were to ask you - just to confirm it.
Ray’s grip on you tightened as he carried you down the hall, your soft laugh filling his ears. “You act like I’ll ever be able to forget you,” you teased, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist as you leaned in and brushed your lips against his ear. “I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but you’re kind of hard to forget, Ray. Like, impossible, actually.”
He let out a short laugh as he entered his room, not bothering to turn on a light as he set you down on the edge of the bed - king sized, fit for a king. Or so you’ve told him in the past. “Good. ‘Cause you’re branded on me, love. Couldn’t forget you if I tried to,” he said, leaving out the parts where he almost tried to, because he couldn’t fathom that you’d managed to capture him so entirely.
He took a step back, shrugging off his cardigan and letting it drop to the floor before he was unbuttoning his shirt, his gaze never leaving yours. He could see the way your shoulders rose with every shaky breath you took, trying to come off as if you weren’t as desperate for this as he is.
“You’re like a drug I can’t quit,” he muttered as his shirt fell to the floor as well, almost annoyed at having his heart belong to you in full. It wouldn’t be so bad if he could see you more than a handful of times a year, if that, but he belonged to a woman he didn’t even know the location of most of the time. “Tell me you feel it too. I’m not alone in this.”
Your eyes flickered down to his chest, and you swallowed harshly before looking back up at him. “You know I do,” you murmured, lifting your hands and placing them on his abs as he towered over you. You leaned in, brushing your lips against his stomach and leaving behind a glossy red stain. Your eyes fluttered shut as you peppered kisses along his skin, breathing him in and leaving him no choice but to believe your words. “I do…”
Ray tangled his fingers in your hair, tugging your head back gently so you were holding his gaze again. “Then prove it,” he challenged, his other hand coming up as well to hook his fingers under your chin.
He dipped his head down just as you leaned up, your lips connecting in a deep kiss that you had both been waiting for since you saw each other again. His tongue slipped into your mouth as you moaned, and his hands grabbed onto your coat and slid it down your shoulders, letting the heavy fabric hit the ground gently, the muffled thud of the gun barely audible.
You grabbed onto his face, kissing him harder as you moved further back on the bed, laying down properly. Ray grunted into your mouth as he followed you down, settling between your thighs as he caged you in with his arms.
He broke the kiss, letting you get some air as he pressed kisses down your jaw and throat, his teeth dragging along your skin. Your dress rode up a bit, letting him feel the heat between your thighs as he pressed himself against you. “Mm, you’re dripping, aren’t you?” he mumbled, grinding his hips against yours as his hands pushed your dress up further, his palms smoothing over your thighs. “Gonna let me taste you? Been too long since I’ve had your sweet pussy.”
You let out a needy moan, biting down on your glossy lip. It was smeared and messy from the kiss, and yet you still looked fucking perfect as you ran your hands up and down his arms. “You know I’d never say no to that,”
The corners of Ray’s lips turned upwards at that, and he hooked his fingers in the waistline of your panties, tugging them down your legs and tossing them aside. At the sight of your bare core, he hummed in appreciation as he pushed your thighs further apart, making his way down your body. “She’s just as pretty as I remember,” he observed, and you let out a laugh.
“You act like it’s been years. It’s only been, like, five months,”
“Six and a half,” Ray corrected, looking up at you briefly before he guided your legs over his broad shoulders, his eyes level with one of his favorite parts of you. “And that’s a long fucking time, love.”
And it really was. This has been the longest time you and he have gone without seeing each other in the nearly four years you’ve known each other.
You opened your mouth to shoot another snarky reply his way, but he effectively shut you right up as he ducked his head down, his tongue parting your folds and collecting your wetness like he’d been deprived of it.
His eyes shut for a few seconds as he tasted you on his tongue, and he had been fucking deprived of this. It’s his favorite taste and he only gets it every once in a very long while, for fucks sake.
At your soft moan, he buried his face in your pussy, his lips wrapping around your clit and drawing it into his mouth. Your body jolted as soon as he gave it a gentle suck, your head tipping back on the bed and once again fully igniting the fire that had been burning inside him since the night you met.
“Fuck,” you sighed, spreading your thighs more and opening yourself up completely to him. Your hands reached down and tangled in his hair, your fingers creating a mess of it that he’d only ever allow you to get away with making. A quiet, needy laugh left your lips as you bucked your hips against his face, “So good.”
Ray grunted against your core as he grabbed hold of your hips, holding you still as he flicked your clit with his tongue. He licked along your folds, drinking you in like a man starved for you, and he didn’t even care that he was exactly that. A man unbelievably starved for a woman he feared he’d never be able to truly have.
“Tastes so fucking good,” he praised, uncaring about the mess your slick was making on his face and your inner thighs. His distaste for that went out the window every time he’s with you. “Could eat this sweet cunt for hours. Keep you right there ‘til you’re begging me to let you cum.”
You whined at that, rolling your hips against his hands as you shook your head. “You wouldn’t dare,” you said, tugging harder at his hair. “You love making me cum, Ray. I know you do, you’ve said it to me before. Pretty sure you were pussy drunk, but the point still stands.”
He couldn’t even deny that, because it was true. He rather enjoyed getting you off far more than making you wait for it, especially after you both had been waiting for this for way too long now.
Letting out a deep laugh against you, he pulled back just slightly to look up at you through the increasingly fogging lenses of his glasses. “Pussy drunk on the finest cunt in London,” he agreed, lips and chin glistening with your arousal. “And I just know what I want, and right now I want to feel you cum on my tongue.”
You whined loudly, your eyes shutting as you arched your back, your breasts nearly spilling free from the top of your dress. “Fuck,” you whimpered, all but yanking on his hair now and pulling him close until his face was buried against you once more. “God, yes.”
Ray sucked on your clit again, sliding two thick fingers inside you and stretching you out. “That’s my girl,” he praised, his voice deeper than before as he flicked his tongue over your clit quickly, his fingers thrusting in and out of you. “Gonna cum for me, aren’t you? Can feel how close you are for me, baby.”
A soft moan left your mouth, the sound filling his room that seemed to have come back to life now that you and he had reunited again. “Oh, fuck. Yes, Ray. Fuck yes, I’m coming,” you gasped, your nails scratching at his scalp as your thighs tried closing around his head. He felt the way you coated his fingers, your warmth washing over him as he dipped his head down and collected some of it with his tongue.
Ray groaned against you, working you through it as he watched your face for every reaction he coaxed out of you. Once you stopped shaking, he slowly pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his mouth to suck clean, a muffled groan vibrating against his digits.
He crawled up your body, kissing you deeply and letting you taste yourself on his lips and tongue. His teeth tugged at your bottom lip as he tangled one hand in your hair, angling your head so he could kiss you even deeper. “Missed you,” he muttered against your mouth, his hips pressing against yours.
You moaned softly, looking up at him with a lazy smile and hooded eyes. “Missed you,” you said back, the two of you having agreed to not say much more than that whenever you found yourselves in this exact situation. It was supposed to make it easier, but the longer this went on, the harder it became.
Ray sat back on his knees, his hands sliding down your legs until his fingers brushed along the tops of your boots. One by one he unzipped them and let them thump gently on the floor, his eyes never leaving yours as he did so, the sight of you sprawled out on his bed one he hopes stays branded in his mind forever.
“Been so long since I’ve been fucked,” you confessed, pulling him back down and reaching for the zipper on his slacks. “Since the last time I was here with you.”
He liked that you added that, because you’d been his last time too, and the thought of you with another man made his blood boil.
You pushed down his slacks and boxers, and he kicked them off, as well as his shoes, before crawling up your body again. His hand slid under your back, his fingers finding the zipper of your dress, and he tugged it down before guiding the tight fabric off your body.
“Been so hard for you. Needed you so bad,” he confessed back, settling between your thighs once again, his heavy cock pressing against your slick folds.
He reached down and guided himself inside you, the lack of condom all too familiar since you and he had never used one. He probably should, seeing how you and he aren’t officially together, but he knew he was clean, and he trusted you are as well.
It also made him feel closer to you, but that was a bit too much to admit to right now.
“So goddamn tight. Couldn’t forget how perfect you feel even if I wanted to,” he muttered, one hand sliding under your back while the other tangled in your hair. He gave you a moment to adjust, your walls just as tight as he remembered, then started to thrust into you with deep, steady strokes.
Ray leaned in and kissed you deeply, swallowing your moans as he rocked his hips against yours, making love to you in a way he hoped came off as just sex, because he knew that was all this could be for now and possibly forever.
Your moan was muffled against his mouth, your hands coming up to grab onto the sides of his face. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back and trying to pull him closer. “Oh, fuck,” you moaned, breaking the kiss with a gasp. “Feels so fucking good. God, baby, needed this so bad.”
Ray grunted as your heels dug into his back, his grip on you tightening as he angled his hips to reach the sweet spot deep inside of you. “You take me so well. Fuck, that’s it, baby,” he rasped, his hands sliding down to grab onto your ass. He dipped his head down and wrapped his mouth around one of your nipples, your soft skin pressing against his face with every thrust.
Your body jolted against his as he increased both the pace and force of his hips, but his grip on you kept you flush against his chest. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip as you tugged on his hair, pulling his mouth back up to yours for a deep, messy kiss that was all teeth and tongue.
With every roll of his hips, the headboard hit the wall over and over again, the creaking of the bed mixing in seamlessly with yours and his sounds. “Feels fucking perfect, love,” he muttered against your lips, swallowing your moans with every deep kiss.
You kept your mouth attached to his as you grabbed onto his shoulders, pushing up against him and rolling over so he was on his back and you’re on top of him. “Feels so fucking good,” you groaned, clearly needing his as badly as he did. Your hips rolled against his as you braced your hands on his chest, your eyes hooded and your lips parted. You rode him like your life depended on it, every grind of your body making him feel more and more feral for you.
“Fuck, just like that. Ride me, baby,” he grunted, grabbing onto your hips with a tight grip. The new position made him feel impossibly deeper inside you, reaching parts no other man ever had before. His fingers dug into your ass, his eyes flickering down to where you and he are connected, and he watched through foggy lenses as your tight pussy gripped his cock like a second skin, his entire length glistening with your arousal. “Such a good girl, taking my cock so well. Gonna… fuck, gonna cum soon. Wanna feel you cum with me.”
One hand moved around to your front, and he used his thumb to rub your clit, wanting to feel you let go first. You cried out helplessly, your body moving on autopilot as your nails dug into the dips of his abs. “Yes, fuck yes. Yes yes yes,” you slurred, grinding against him as you clenched around him tightly. You came with a choked moan, your body stuttering on top of his as you fell apart for him.
“Fuck, that’s it, cum on my cock,” he murmured, taking it upon himself to give a few more deep thrusts before he was there too. He filled you up, white ropes marking you as his from the inside out, his hands planted firmly on your ass. “Fuck…” he panted, his chest heaving with uneven breaths as he wrapped one hand around the back of your head and pulled you down for a sloppy, open mouthed kiss.
You and he kissed for a long moment after that, Ray’s hands moving up and down your slick back as you both came down from the most overwhelming highs you’d had in months. A soft laugh left your mouth and entered his as you pulled away just a bit, your eyes flickering up to his. “I think you’re a bit fogged up there,” you teased, pushing at the bridge of his glasses.
Ray let out a deep laugh that vibrated through his chest and into yours. “It’s bloody hot in here,” he muttered, nuzzling his face into your neck and breathing in your scent, hoping to brand it into his senses like he did every time. His hands ran up and down your back, committing every inch of you to memory once again since he refused to waste a second not touching you.
Moments like this were precious, rare, and ones he cherished above all others, and he’d always savor every single second. After all, he never knew when he’d see you next, or if this was the last time.
He took off his glasses and set them aside, still able to see you through the blurriness in his eyes. He looked down at you with a small, genuine grin on his lips as he lifted a hand and smoothed out your hair. “I have something for you,” he said, then reached over to the nightstand and picked up the joint he’d rolled the previous night but didn’t get around to smoking. “It’s quite fresh still. Rolled it last night.”
You took it from his fingers with a soft gasp, as if he’d just presented you with the best gift you could ever ask for. “I’ve missed your joints,” you groaned, leaning in and pressing a series of kisses to his cheek. “I almost want to save it. Take it with me and light it when I start to miss you.”
Ray hummed, wincing as you finally lifted yourself off him and reached over to set the joint down with more care than needed on the other nightstand that was closer to you. He pulled you back into his arms and cradled you against his chest, pressing a firm kiss to the top of your head. “You won’t miss me as soon as you leave again?” he asked, unable to stop the accusing tone from bleeding into his words, but he hated not having you around, and he hated never knowing where you were unless you were right in front of him. “‘Cause I know I’ll fucking miss you. I miss you every time you leave. Do you not miss me as much?”
You propped your chin up on his chest, your eyes soft and your expression sweet - two things he knew were reserved for him. “You know I do,” you whispered, running your fingers along his jaw. “Every single time I go. It’s not easy for me, Ray. It’s actually really fucking hard.”
Ray’s gaze softened as he looked down at you, and he cradled the back of your head in his hand. He hated the thought of you out there, putting yourself in danger because of your job. It never failed to leave a bitter taste in his mouth, and it fueled the growing need he felt to do something to get you away from that lifestyle. To keep you safe.
“I know, love. I know it’s not easy. I know,” he said, gently tangling his fingers in your hair. “It kills me every time you leave. I hate… not knowing if you’re alright.”
You gave him a small smile. “You know I’m always careful, Ray,” you said, “You don’t need to worry about me.”
He wanted to say that he’ll always worry about you, but he bit his tongue, a muscle in his jaw twitching as he nodded. “Right,” he agreed, pressing his forehead against yours. “We’ll just make the most of the time we have, like we always do. But promise me something, yeah? Promise that you’ll always find your way back to me. It doesn’t matter how much time has passed. I’ll always want you.”
Your smile faded a bit at that, and you pressed your cheek against his chest. “I’m here now, right? I don’t think I could ever stop coming back to you. You’re the one thing keeping me sane, Ray,” you mumbled, pressing your palm flat against his abs. “I’m still here… even though I should be out there trying to make up the money I failed to deliver to my boss. He’s still expecting twenty grand by the end of the week. But I’m already fucked, so why not pop in and actually get fucked by you?”
Your voice held a hint of teasing in it, but he could feel the way you’d become a little on edge, and Ray also tensed up at your words. “Twenty grand? By the end of this week? The hell have you gotten yourself into?” he asked, sitting up slightly and looking down at you.
You just shook your head, trying to shrug the conversation off. “It’s just my job, Ray,”
But he wasn’t having any of that as he ran a hand down his face. “Look, I can help with the money, okay? It’s not a problem, just tell me how to do it without drawing… unnecessary attention,” he said, knowing he had that kind of money handy to him - the perks of being close with his boss.
You let out a huff of air as you rolled onto your back and looked up at the ceiling, reaching up to play with the chain around your neck. “It’s because I missed the quota. He’s… really fucking stingy with that kind of thing, hence the… you know,” you gestured to your eye, and his own dropped down to the bruise again. “I was short two grand and he tripled the original price, made it twenty. But I’ll figure it out, Ray. I don’t… I won’t take your money.”
Ray let out a scoff at that, an anger beginning to build up inside him. Your boss fucking hit you, and probably did worse than that, more than once. The thought had his jaw locking. “He hit you because of two grand? That fucking cunt hit you because-” he had to hold off on saying what he wanted to say, because as much as he wanted to go off on your boss, it wouldn’t help right now. “Listen to me, you helped me out of a tight spot once, it’s about time I returned the favor, yeah?”
“Ray-”
“Don’t. Don’t give me that shit about not taking my money, alright? I think we’re way past that, love. I’m not letting you deal with this shit alone. No fucking way is that happening,” he said, cradling your jaw in his hand and turning your head so you were looking at him again. He leaned in and pressed a hard kiss to your lips before pulling back again. “I’m not offering out of pity or because I feel obligated to. I’m telling you to let me help you because I love you, you stubborn woman.”
Your breath hitched at that, and your eyes visibly widened, and he knew why. He’d never said that to you, that he loves you, but he does, and he has for a long time now. He just held the words back in hopes he could save them for when you came back to him for the last time, and you and he could finally be together, but he couldn’t stop himself from saying them now.
He loves you, and he wants, needs, to help you out of a situation that would no doubt just get worse if you couldn’t find a way to get that money by yourself. You protect him, and he protects you. That’s the way it’s always been.
You raised a hand and cupped his cheek, your head shaking slowly. “I’m not your responsibility, Ray. You have no reason to help me or take care of this for me. It’s all on me. I did this to myself,”
Ray shook his head right back, his gaze intense as he held your stare. “Did no one ever tell you that you can ask for help when you need it? You’re not some burden, baby. What happens to you affects me, that’s how it’s always been,” he said, pressing his forehead against yours. “Let me do this for you, love. Please.”
You furrowed your brows, and it was obvious you were having an inner debate with yourself, and he didn’t know what side would win, but he was more than prepared to convince you more if he needed to.
But you just gave him a defeated smile and nod as you tugged him down into a firm kiss.
Ray melted into you, kissing you back as he pulled your body flush against his. “There’s my good girl,” he murmured, “Was that so hard?”
You nodded again, sliding your fingers into his hair as you pulled him down on top of you. “It was very hard,” you confirmed, then pulled him into another kiss.
-
The next morning, after spending the rest of the night tasting and touching each other, you fell asleep in his arms.
It was one of the best sleeps Ray has gotten in a while, and he knew it was all because of you.
You were finally letting him in, letting him help you. You weren’t alone in this anymore.
You’d woken up before him, that much was obvious when Ray woke up to the feeling of your soft lips on his, and your hands placed gently on his chest. “I love you too,” you said quietly, and the lazy smile that formed on his face was instantaneous.
He was well aware that you hadn’t returned those words to him when he said them to you last night, and while he didn’t need you to, he just wanted you to know, there was no denying how happy he felt that you loved him too.
His eyes opened slowly, expecting to have a rerun of last night before you had to go again, but when he tried to reach for you, he found one of his wrists tied to the headboard. By his own fucking tie.
He tested how tight it was by pulling on it, only to find that it was extremely tight, because of course you knew how to tie someone up and keep them from getting out. “The fuck,” he muttered, looking over at you with narrowed eyes. “Untie me. Now.”
You gave him a miserable shrug as you moved out of his reach when he tried to grab you with the hand that wasn’t tied to his fucking headboard. “I can’t involve you in this, Ray. I guess I love you too much for that,” you said as you stood up, and you had already put your dress and boots back on while he was asleep. “It’s not your responsibility. It’s mine. I’ll be okay, I promise.”
Ray let out an annoyed grunt as he pulled on the tie again, but it was still secure. “Goddamnit, don’t you dare fucking walk out that door,” he said when you took a step away from the bed. “There is nothing responsible about risking your life for a piece of shit who puts his fucking hands on you. Do you hear me? Don’t you even fucking think about leaving me like this.”
You took another step away, pressing your lips together. “I’m sorry-”
“I love you. You hear me? I love you, even though you fucking piss me off all the time. Like right now,” he cut you off, “Let me help you, love. I can help you, alright? Please. Don’t leave me like this. Don’t make me lose you.”
Your eyes teared up at that, and you cleared your throat as you looked away. “You can’t lose something you never truly had, Ray,” you said quietly, and somehow those words hurt more than anything else. “Thank you for last night. For everything.”
You reached down and grabbed his phone from off the floor, tossing it at him so it landed beside him on the bed.
“Sorry, you’ll have to call Pearson to come help you out of that. I hope it’s not too embarrassing,” you teased, even now as you gave him a watery smile. “I’ll see you soon, Ray. Promise.”
Then you were turning around and heading for the door, each step you took making Ray’s chest clench more and more. He watched as you disappeared around the corner, leaving him lying there, still completely naked with just the sheets pulled up around his hips, and his wrist tied to the headboard.
He should’ve known you’d never actually let him in all the way, or let him take care of you. You’d always been independent, stubborn as fuck, and too proud to ever let someone help you even when you so clearly need it.
“Not too embarrassing,” he scoffed, shaking his head as he reached for his phone. Of course this was going to be fucking embarrasing, and this won’t look good to Pearson - his best man being tied to his own bed after spending the night with the woman he’d warned Ray about each time you were brought up. Even his boss could see how much you meant to Ray, and while he usually encouraged him to keep things close that make him happy, he still wanted him to be wary of you. “Bloody hell.”
He slumped back against the pillows and let out a laugh of disbelief, not at the fact that you’d pulled this little stunt, but at the fact that, despite you taking Ray’s pride and ego with you, he still loves you.
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First Ray fic, wooo, feels good. Thank you for reading x
After seven months apart, Jax is finally back home from prison, and even though you and he would never get that time back, he was determined to make you forget all about it.
Just Another Girl 💋
You’ve known Jax your whole life, and not once had he ever made you feel inferior or unimportant - just the exact opposite. You were on cloud 9 when you discover that your feelings for him were very much mutual, until you overhear a conversation with Clay that has you questioning every minute you’ve ever spent with him.
Where You Left Me 💕💋
When you suddenly start to distance yourself from Jax, he’s left wondering what he could’ve possibly done wrong that would make you not want to be around him. But after a party, Ope tells him something that has alarm bells going off in his head, and he finally starts to connect the dots.| Part 2 of JAG.
Thigh’s the Limit 🔥
After a pretty serious accident, Jax is left bedridden at home, where he is given excellent care from his wife. But when weeks go by and he still can’t give you the pounding you deserve for putting up with him, he gives you the next best thing.
Night With A Showgirl 🔥
Halloween was just another day to the guys of SAMCRO, though it meant the girls who frequent the clubhouse could dress up in the most revealing outfits and no one would question it. Luckily for Jax, you go all out, and luckily for you, Jax had never been able to keep his hands off you, especially when you dress up for him.
The Married Life 🔥
Jax never thought he could ever be a one woman kind of guy, much rather preferring to spend the night with girls that didn’t expect anything else from him. He never thought he’d get married, but then he met you, and his entire perspective changed almost instantly, and all he wanted to do now was be with his wife all the time.
Changed Like Midnight 💋🔥
Jax had been chasing after you for years, wanting nothing more than to be with you since the day he met you, and when you finally give him a chance to prove himself, someone from his past threatens to destroy it completely.
Life of The Party 🔥
During one of the clubhouse’s many parties, you and Jax sneak away after you can’t keep your hands off each other, and end up in the cramped bathroom. Despite the limited space, Jax still knows your body better than anything else, and he knows exactly what to do to make you fall apart.
Saved By The Biker 💕💋
After a very boring and lackluster date, you swallow your pride and call Jax, your ex, and ask him to pick you up. Instead of being obnoxious and mean about it, he surprises you by not only coming through and helping you out, but also revealing a few things that have you questioning how you and he ended up where you were before tonight.
At The Table 🔥
Not only is Jax your new husband, but he is also the new President of SAMCRO. Even though he’s busier now than ever before, he’d never deny his wife the thing he promised is yours forever, nor would he deny giving you a ride on the President’s chair.
It Won’t Break Us 💕💋
Jax has been so busy with the club lately, you feel like you hardly see your husband at all. When he comes home and barely says a word to you, the stress both of you had been feeling comes out in the form of a nasty fight that leaves you both sleeping alone. But, despite the harsh words you exchanged with each other, neither of you liked being too far away, especially in your own home.
The Kitchen Table 🔥
Your morning in bed with Jax gets interrupted by club business, and after a long day spent barely staying in control of himself, he finally gets to pick up where you and he left off, this time on the kitchen table.
Series/Multi-Parts
King Teller Series 💕💋🔥
Jax is the King of Charming, and you’re his Queen.
12 Days of Jaxmas 💕💋🔥
A collection of (mostly) Christmas themed fics.
Just Give Me A Reason Series 💕💋🔥
You and Jax are high school sweethearts and are given a second chance at love after spending the last eight years apart, but a lot can happen in eight years, and even though it’s clear you and he are meant to be together, it’s hard to let go of the past.
RAYMOND SMITH
Middle of the Night 💋🔥
Yours and Ray’s relationship has always been complicated, right up from the moment you met, to each time you and he briefly see each other throughout the years. Though he wants more, yours and his lives are too different right now, but when you confide in him about your troubles, he suddenly doesn’t care about the very real consequences of having a more permanent place in each other’s lives.
WILLIAM MILLER
The Space Between a Rock and a Hard Place 💕💋
Will goes on one last mission with the guys, a seemingly simple one, but it turns out to be much worse than anything they’d ever done before. When everything you and he built together is suddenly threatened, Will does the last thing he thought he’d ever do.
would you consider writing another fic about andrew / brandon sklenar 👀 !
Not sure if my Andrew phase has passed or is still lingering... I started another fic for him but haven't touched it in a while.
Brandon, however, if he busts out another role like Andrew or Spencer, definitely. And if I decide to watch 1923 again, I will most likely write for him again. I have no self-control, unfortunately.
I do/did when Outer Banks season 4 was hyped up. I haven't watched it since my binge of season 4, so my inspiration for fics for Rafe has been very very non-existent. I do love the show, and I will most likely pick up on it again when season 5 comes out, and whenever I binge it again and inspiration strikes :)
PSA to fic readers, it is so hard to freak a fic writer out with your comments. we are just as crazy about the fic as you are.
tell me you love it. tell me it made you slam your laptop shut. tell me you brought it up at your college lecture about kink. key smash in all caps. quote the passage that made you think. i promise, we’ll love it.
we spend hours thinking about it, writing it, editing it. there is no such thing as over enthusiasm when you’re talking about our fics to us. we are sooooo weird about them, i assure you. you are just matching my freak. the freak bar is already set so high. feel no anxiety about enjoying something and letting the creator know.
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