#reader x jax

[weregonnaneedabiggerboat]

Oooooh fic idea!

Could you do a pure fluff story where Jax is being extra affectionate towards the reader and the reader can't figure out why?

Love your stories keep up the good work 🫶

Mini Writes — Clingy Bun

Jax x Reader

Oneshot | 1.6k

CW: Quick mention of existential angst, some tickling, Jax could be OOC, there's an implied "kys" joke

Summary: Jax bursts into your bedroom all sad n shit, much to your confusion. But as you two interact more, he finds himself feeling better with your presence. Reader is implied to be a creative of some kind.

A/N: FINALLY I'VE BEEN ABLE TO THINK OF HOW TO DO THIS PROMPT DJSOSNX Bro I have to introduce some angst into EVERYTHING I do but I hope this is fluffy-ish enough so it's not jarringly angsty like my other stuff XD ALSO THANK YOU SM FOR SUGGESTING THIS!! This was fun to write tbh hehe I love silly Jax— I hope you like it too!!!

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You tapped your pen on your chin, staring at the work in your journal in deep thought.

Today's adventure sounded boring, so you decided not to go. Instead you wanted to work on your own creative endeavors as a way to unwind and relax from all the… Chaos that's been the last few adventures.

You liked your new friends and honestly, life here wasn't so terrible—if you ignore the existential horror that accompanies it. But then again, what's life without a little philosophical anguish and despair?

…Wow, what an awesome train of thought.

You shook your head and brought your pen to the paper again, adding onto the piece you were already creating. If you were going to have existential angst, the least you could do is vent it out in your creative process.

That is, if you had any inspiration in mind to use…

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard a rattle from the lock of your bedroom door, and your eyes flicked up to the source of the noise.

The door swung open to reveal a very tall, very tired-looking purple rabbit. You couldn't quite pinpoint the exact emotion in his expression, but the closest you could get was boredom mixed with malcontent.

You smiled, placing the pen in the spiral of your journal and shutting it closed to place on your night stand.

“Back from the adventure, already?” you joked, pressing your palms on the bed and pulling yourself up a little. Though, Jax didn't seem to return the smile.

He grumbled something under his breath and shut your door behind him, miserably trudging up to your bed and flopping face first on top of you.

You grunted, letting out a small oof! when his weight collapsed on top of you. Your smile disappeared, instead replaced with a look of befuddlement.

“Uh, Jax?” you chuckled, mildly amused by how frustrated the poor bunny seemed, but mostly puzzled at what's going on. “Everything okay?”

Jax responded by mumbling something, muffled by your stomach that his face was buried in. He squirmed on the bed a little and shifted his position, wrapping his lanky arms around you and bringing his legs up to curl them against you.

Okay, now you were effectively confused. What was he being so clingy for??

“Jax get off,” you huffed, gently pushing on his shoulder. The only thing that earned you was a whine from him, followed by an even louder growl and a tighter grasp when you pushed harder.

Jax stuck his face in your chest, refusing to move, which led you to sigh heavily and lay back against your pillows again. You placed a hand on his head and gently patted, your face hanging neutrally.

What a weirdo…

That thought was only validated when you felt him gently start rubbing his chin and cheek against you, and you could've sworn you heard a soft purr from him as he did so. He rubbed his chin against your collarbone before gently nuzzling your neck and sighing as he relaxed again.

Your eyes darted from a random direction in your bedroom and back to him multiple time as you tried to decipher what was going on.

Did he have a brain tumour?

Was that even possible in the Digital Circus??

You shook your head and looked down at Jax again, refocusing on the situation at hand. Albeit the puzzled expression on your face, you figured… It was… Kinda cute, maybe…?

The way he softly breathed as he rested on top of you, his chest subtly rising and falling. You leaned over a bit to observe his expression, and he was smiling softly with his eyes closed.

All of this was incredibly bizarre. However, you couldn't help but think it was a little… endearing, in a way.

The most logical explanation you could come up with was that you must've been the only person he trusted in the circus to be this vulnerable around. It made sense in your head because you spoke to him the most kindly out of everyone.

However, you couldn't deny that it was quite odd seeing this trust in action.

You smiled, your expression relaxing into one of soft affection. It wasn't often that Jax acted this adorable, so heck it, why not? You brought your hand to his head, gently petting him behind his ears. He leaned into your touch, and you began to scritch him in response.

“So… Did you have a bad adventure or something?” you snickered teasingly, your free hand resting on his back.

Jax mumbled in response, sighing out a soft grumble. He pouted, so you took that as a yes, and you giggled softly at his flustered reaction.

“Aww, poor baby. There was no blood, death, or violence?” you teased, which he flicked his pupils up to glare at you for.

Jax didn't look amused at all, which made you grin and start to snicker at his adorably angry eyes. He only narrowed them the more you laughed at him, his ears irately pinning back against his head.

“Abstract yourself.”

You cackled loudly at that comment, which he didn't seem to appreciate. He growled and pinched your side in retaliation, which you yelped and flinched at in surprise.

“Ow! Okay okay!” You giggled, patting his head as he slumped back down on top of you like an annoyed puppy. You couldn't help but find him stupidly hilarious and adorable whenever he was frustrated. You could never take him seriously, even when he did some shiz like tie you to the ceiling fan or shove you off the jungle gym.

Jax was acutely aware of how much amusement you found in his petty gestures towards you, and honestly your laugh was worth not making them worse. It always helped him feel better to see you so amused at his antics. Much better than when Ragatha yelled at him or when Gangle started crying.

He hid his face from your view, because he couldn't prevent the smile from creeping onto his face as you continued to giggle. However, that didn't stop him from gently pinching your ribs this time, earning another yelp and a louder giggle from you.

“Hehe hey! Quit that,” you protested with a playful grin, but he just clung even tighter onto you. His fingers gently fluttered up and down your ribs, making you laugh even harder and start to squirm.

“Makin’ fun of me, huh? Not taking me seriously, huh?” he pretended to scold, using his weight to keep you pinned on the bed. His face was still hidden in your shoulder, since he couldn't keep himself from grinning widely at how funny you were when you were laughing so hard. “Shame on you, Y/N. I thought we were friends. Is this how you treat your friends?”

“We ahahare friehehends!!” you squealed, giggling and trying to shove him off of you. But you knew this was a sign he was feeling better, no matter how much he wanted to hide that. Tears of mirth began to prick at your eyes the harder you laughed, you didn't even know if you were laughing from the tickling or from how stupid Jax was acting right now.

Meanwhile Jax was enjoying the sounds of your laughter, tickling you for a bit longer before he relented and rested his arm around your waist again. He lifted his head to observe your tired expression, a playful grin on his face.

You still had some residual giggles to get out, but you smiled back at him, poking where his nose would be.

Jax playfully rolled his eyes and settled his head on the pillow, next to where yours rested. He placed his hand on your cheeks and used his thumb and forefinger to squish your face into a kissy expression. His grin stretched even wider at the silly expression he forced on you, and even snickered when you giggled in response.

“So what were you doing before I got here to make your existence worthwhile?” he teased, still keeping your face in that pose and squishing it a few times.

You, being unable to talk, made a series of fish noises instead, which prompted him to laugh even more at your total acceptance of this predicament. He let his hand go off your face just to bring it to his head to laugh harder.

You grinned, letting him get it out of his system. It was so often that Jax played the clown for you whenever you were sad, so seeing him genuinely laugh so hard at something you were doing was a little heartwarming.

“What, you don't understand fishy-nese?” you giggled, making him wheeze even harder and throw his back on the bed, his arm over his face as he cackled. “I thought you were fluent in all languages, Jax.”

“WhEHENnn—” Jax tried to compose himself, but was still giggling softly. “When did I say thahat!?”

“Oh, so now you're lying to me.”

Jax snorted and let out another series of cackles and giggles as you laughed right along with him. His eyes finally met yours when he quickly composed himself again. You gave him a cheeky expression, he returned it with a shake of his head. He poked your nose, wrapping his arms around you again.

“You're impossible,” he chuckled warmly, resting his head on top of yours. He poked your cheek, pinching it lightly before resting his hand next to your face. “But really, what were you doing?”

“Eh, the usual,” you hummed, picking up your journal and waving it in the air a bit to show him. “Wanna see what I've been working on?”

“Is it more cringe?”

“Yeah, you'll love it.”

Jax snorted at your quip, then shrugged. He shifted his position so he could hold you and see your journal at the same time, then he sighed quietly and smiled, glancing down. “Yeah, sure. Whatcha got, pipsqueak?”

You made yourself comfortable in his arms, smiling as he shifted around. You finally opened your journal once you were both ready, resting your head against his chest. “Here, come see…”

[magenta-malice]

Some fluffy Jax headcanons

A/N: This is my first time writing Jax fluff. I have nothing but shame and regret. Hug the bnuuy.

This is partly about Jaxy and partly Jaxy x Y/N (or at least how he acts with my OC after they get closer, eheheheh…), so I tagged it as x reader as well.

CW: none | couldn’t help sneaking the teeniest bit of angst in there BUT HE'S FINE SHHH

Word count: 729 | Masterlist

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Sleeps curled up, with his ears tucked down

When he’s sleeping, he curls up on his side, knees pulled up, arms folded close, and his ears naturally droop down over his face. It’s a weirdly small and vulnerable position, like his body is bracing for something even in sleep.

His eyes light up when you laugh at his jokes

He pretends like your reaction doesn’t matter, but if you genuinely laugh at one of his dumb jokes, his eyes actually brighten and he gets this smug little smile like he just won the lottery. He’ll pretend to shrug it off, but that moment stays with him all day.

Pretends he doesn’t like physical affection but secretly melts 

If someone ever casually ruffles his ears or leans against him, he’ll roll his eyes and act like it’s the most annoying thing in the world. But the second they stop? He suddenly finds himself lingering near them, making excuses to keep them close. He denies this need even to himself.

Gets sleepy when you play with his ears

Following the previous one: If somehow you ever get the chance to pet him or play with his ears while he’s lying down or curled up nearby, he’ll act annoyed and look around if someone else is there. If he sees you two are alone, he starts visibly melting. He leans into it, eyes half-lidded, basically purring to you to continue. 

Will stick to someone’s side he trusts without a word

It’s hard for him to actually get attached, but if he genuinely likes someone, he’ll become more relaxed near them. No teasing, no pushing buttons (maybe just a little, he has a reputation to uphold after all), just existing in the same space. 

If you sit on the couch, he sits next to you. If you need to pair up for an adventure, he stands next to you without saying anything. If he senses danger, his first instinct is to look your way. If he feels like you’re upset, he tries to distract you with stupid jokes until he sees a smile. It’s the closest he gets to admitting he feels safe around someone.

Carries things for you without saying a word

If you’re holding something heavy or look tired, he just… takes it from you. No snark, no jokey comment. He walks off like it was nothing, pretending it’s not a big deal – but if you thank him, he gets all fidgety and brushes it off with a “yeah yeah, don’t make it weird.”

Talks big but gets flustered easily

He’s an unbearable tease, but if someone genuinely flirts back at him? His brain shuts down and goes into panic mode. The second he realises someone is playing his own game against him, he either doubles down in an almost desperate attempt to stay in control (he usually ends up failing spectacularly), or completely shuts up for once.

Hoarder of small trinkets

If something catches his eye, he keeps it. Random objects, buttons, small toys, a weirdly shaped rock – he doesn’t even realise he does it, but his pockets are always full of little things he’s picked up from adventures. If he ever gives someone something from his collection, it means something.

Bonus: Sometimes he leaves you random gifts near your door or sneaks something into your pocket. No note, no context. Could be something useful, could be just a funny-looking rock. He never admits it was from him, but it always ends up being something you actually like.

Watches you while you talk, totally focused

If you enter the room or just talk to someone else when he’s around, he loses interest in whatever he was doing before. He’d look at you from the corner of his eyes every so often, ears tilted your way. He doesn’t say a word, just carefully listens. If you look over suddenly, he pretends he wasn’t.

Acts like he doesn’t remember things, but he does

He pretends to forget little things people say or do, but he remembers it all. He knows everyone’s favourite foods from their past lives, the memories they remember, what makes them laugh, what they’re afraid of. He just never brings it up because admitting he cares, even in the smallest way, is terrifying for him. He thinks of it as getting attached – something he swore to never do again. 

[menofletters-and-mayhem]

day seventeen - erotic asphyxiation

summary: Jax has had enough of her pushing his buttons. and he decides to teach her a lesson.

warnings/tags: 18+ only. MDNI. This fic contains pretty intense breath play where the readers breathing is obstructed. Please do not read if this would be triggering for you. Throat fucking. Pinning. Dirty talk.

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Sometimes, it was just too easy. Too easy to get under Jax’s skin, to make him all flustered and irritated. Deep down, you knew that he loved it, even though he would pretend to get annoyed, but he never actually got angry with you. But today… Today you were laying it on heavy, bound and determined to get a reaction out of him.

“You just think you’re so funny, don’t ya dollface?” Jax asked, looking up at you while he was crouching down and working on his bike.

You nodded and smirked at him, but you didn’t say anything.

“We’ll see how funny you are with my dick down your throat.”

This was a little shocking to hear. Usually, Jax didn’t say things like that… at least not in front of other people, in public. Usually, he’d kept it ambiguous. Leaving it at “we’ll see who gets the last laugh” or something along those lines. You raised your eyebrows and shock, mouth agape.

“Better close that mouth, darlin’,” he said, standing up and stalking over to you. You backed up into the wall and he wrapped his gloved hand around your neck. “It’s gonna need rest.”

Later that night, you were at home, laying in bed and reading on your Kindle when Jax came into the room, freshly showered, with a towel wrapped around his waist. This is when he looked the hottest. This is when he was all yours, not the clubs, not Charming’s… yours.

“Hi baby,” you said, letting your Kindle fall, just looking at him.

“Don’t you ‘hey baby’ me,” he said, not in a mean tone, more of a playful tone as he walked towards the bed.

“What did I do?” You asked, knowing damn-well what you did. You’d been purposely pushing his buttons since the two of you got together. In fact, it was one of your favorite hobbies. Watching Mr.Stoic squirm was so satisfying.

“You know what you did,” he said, dropping the towel and walking over to you. “You’ve been pokin’ the bear for far too long, darlin’.”

Jax was now at the side of the bed, running his hand along your face, tilting his head and looking at you as if he was disappointed.

“I’m sorry,” you said, innocently smiling at him.

“I know,” he responded, his grip tightening on your face. “But… I wanna feel, and see how sorry you are.”

You were nervous now, unsure how to react to his menacing look on his face.

“Open,” he demanded, and you opened your mouth as he crawled on top of you, pinning you down on the mattress. “Good girl.”

He slowly entered his hard cock in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat until you gagged just a little bit. He withdrew, and gave you a minute to breathe before entering back in, hitting the back of your throat once more, deeper this time.

The gags that left your mouth were a little gross, at least you had thought they were gross. But Jax seemed to love them as he threw his head back in pleasure, pushing in a little deeper now. Your airways were completely blocked now. You tried to open your throat as much as you could but when that didn't work, you breathed through your nose, looking up at him submissively.

He withdrew again.

“You may wanna take a deep breath now, sweetheart,” he warned, and you wished you had but you didn’t think he’d take it this far. “Tap my hand when you feel like your bouta pass the fuck out, okay?”

You thought he was joking, honestly, but he shoved his cock into your throat, balls deep and you were gagging and choking around it. Your biggest concern at this point was not your gag reflex, but trying to focus on breathing out of your mouth. You’d closed your eyes, trying to focus while he used you, when all of a sudden you felt two strong fingers pinching your nostrils together.

Your eyes opened wide with surprise, looking at him with a “what the fuck are you doing” expression in your eyes. The smirk that was plastered on his face was mischievous, border line evil.

“Told ya you’d be sorry,” Jax said. You moaned and whimpered around his cock, and your vision went blurry, the pressure in your skull was overwhelming. After about thirty-seconds, your eyes were rolling back in your head, and you gently tapped his hand with what little strength you had left.

He quickly unblocked your nose, and withdrew his dick from your throat and got off of you, allowing you to sit up and catch your breath. He watched you intently to make sure that you were okay.

“You good, baby?” He asked, smirking still and you looked at him like you had no idea who the fuck he thought he was. You playfully hit his shoulder.

“Why did you do that?!” You asked as he chuckled.

“Someones gotta teach your bratty little ass a lesson.”

[scarletpines]

Knights of...The Digital Circus?

Prologue.

join y/n and the rest of the circus on their whimsical adventure in a land of Knights, royalty, dragons and secrets, what could possibly go wrong?

Multi part series, future Jax x Reader enemies to lovers, found family, Fantasy AU. y/n used, tried to keep mention of gender to a minimal.

“Good morning my wacky willows!” Caine exclaimed, all but exploding into the once peaceful room, totally ruining the tranquillity of digital breakfast.

I didn’t want a peaceful morning anyway.

“what does that even mean?” Pomni questioned, still not accustomed to Caine's strange lingo.

You and Zooble share a look, what would it be today? What outlandish “adventure” would we be sent on and in what new ways would we be demeaned?

Very pessimistic, I know. Being trapped in a digital circus where your soul purpose is to obey your overloads every whim will do that to you.

I digress, back to the forth coming adventure.

“Now onto the delightful, delectable tale I have concocted for you today.” Caine gleefully bellowed, all the while manically waving his hands.

“Ha c$!k” Jax laughed to himself.

It’s 9am and the fluffy purple masochist is already making D!*$ jokes, and not even funny ones at that.

Lord, this was going to be a long day.

“How are you laughing, he didn’t even say the word?” Zooble spat.

“you’re such a f”$!*^g child.” You sigh, rolling your eyes at Jax’s ever impressive sense of humour.

Yellow eyes shot in your direction, so vicious, you could feel them burning daggers into the back of your head. You're not even offended by his antics anymore, if anything it’s flattering that you can get under the floppy eared As£h!$&e’s skin so easy.

I mean what is to be expected when two people f!&%^£* hate each other? Heated words, not so subtle evil eyes and the occasional shove here and there. All makes for a health hateful relationship. The only kind either of us would even want.

“Such a delight you are this time of the morning Princess.” Jax smirks back at you.

He is insufferable

“Told you they couldn’t go five minutes without arguing,” Gangle whispered to Zooble, The two tried to stifle their laughter, finding cover in the already chaotic situation, but despite their best attempts at subtlety, the observation was just loud enough for you to hear.

Told you? Why is Jax and I bickering so amusing? Everyone bickers with him, he gets off on conflict for F&%k sake.

“That’s QUIET enough side-lining!” Caine was beginning to lose his patience, spelling bad omens for the rest of us. Toys are only good for playtime, if we can’t even do that that what would be the point of us?

“BE QUIET YOU…”  Caine bellowed dragging your attention away from your every important day dreaming.

“uh oh daddy’s angry” Bubble giggled.

Silence fell and all heads snapped up to the transparent menace known as Bubble.

Now that’s one way to shut everyone up

“BUBBLE! Who did you learn such vulgarities from?” Caine shrieked in horror at his unpredictable sidekick.

Maybe an adventure would be nice today, can’t make my mood any worse. God this place is getting to me.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by Jax hollering…again

“oh my God, which one of your nerds suggested a knight themed adventure," His voice was dripped in astonishment, " it was you Gangle wasn’t it?” Typical baby bunny, throwing his toys out of the pram the second things don't go his away.

Wait, Knights? Is that today's adventure? But that means…

and we're back in the room.

“I suggested it actually.” You say nonchalantly “If we have to spend the rest of our lives Larping or whatever we might as well have fun with it.”

To think, you thought everyone would be able to enjoy this one, even the darn bunny. What's not to like? We get to do some whimsical quest and play with swords, oh yeah plus dragons. Just say you hate fun if you don't like that.

Without warning an all too familiar portal opened up, beaconing you all inside.

Well this was my idea, better get the show on the road

Feeling an irregular swell of bravery you seize the moment and dive head first into the portal, can’t have anyone else claiming the cool Armor or weapons first can we?

[h-o-l-l-i]

Going to get a new tattoo...

Jax x Reader x SAMCRO

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

This was requested by @gemini0410

Request: Going to get a new tattoo with Jax and the crew would include? 😏

- Opie teasing you, “Your’e running out of room, Y/N.”

- You banter back, “I’m just trying to catch up to Happy.” 

- getting excited to get fill in the slim, empty space on your body

- Jax holding your hand while you sit for your tattoo

- Sitting like a rock the whole time shocking everyone with how well you handle pain

- Feeling so happy that you got another tattoo

- Jax smiling because of how happy you are with your new tattoo

- When you get back to the clubhouse you wear clothing that easily shows your newest tattoo to your collection

- The guys all complementing you on how good you look with your tattoos

- Planning best friend tattoos with Juice

- “I’m not getting any tribal- ” you laughed playfully shoving his shoulder

- “Hey, it was cool at the time, okay.” he smiled largely

- Jax being careful to not touch/hurt you as it heals

[playbucky]

Trouble Makers.

You are one of the head nurses at the hospital, and the Son’s are causing trouble and don’t listen to any one but you since you have their respect but sometimes it goes too far. A/N – first Son’s of Anarchy fic. Hope you enjoy. Characters – Jax x Reader (friendship) Word Count - 772

‘There at it again.’ The nurse said, you sighed before placing your pen down and pushing the seat back. As you made your way through the corridors everyone moved out your way, the look on your face not a pleasant one. ‘Hoy!’ You shouted but none of them acknowledged you, so you moved your fingers up to your mouth and whistled loudly. Everyone stopped and turned to you, the smiles disappearing off their faces when they saw how angry you were. ‘Y/N.’ Jax said, you raised a hand at him. ‘Don’t start.’ You cut him off, pointing a finger at him. ‘I don’t care who’s fucking with you, who done what and anything else.’ You snarled at them, the other family members waiting looked at you with wide eyes and shock as you were standing up to the Son’s but you didn’t pay any attention to them. ‘You’re in my hospital. My rules.’ You said as you pointed at the ground. ‘So shut up and sit down before I flung you out myself.’ You commanded them, you continued watching them as more people had stopped in the corridor as they saw nurse facing off with the bikers. You then looked over them all and stopped on Tig. ‘Get the smug look off you face.’ You snarled, Tig’s face dropped and he looked down at the ground. ‘I am telling you once and only once.’ You said to the group. ‘You can leave this hospital and never come back, or you can sit down and wait on the news about your friend.’ You almost snarled at them, they scoffed but when you stood taller and crossed your arms over your chest, they turned around and made their way to the small waiting room.

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‘What was that today at the hospital?’ You questioned, as you flung your bag on the pool table. The group turned around to you. ‘It was nothing.’ Jax spoke up, you took a deep breath in before letting it out. ‘Yeah? Well for your nothing, your all banned from the hospital.’ You told them, their jaws dropped, and they got defensive, all staring your down but you didn’t bat an eye. ‘You can-‘ Chibs tried to say something. ‘Don’t. I’m there for my work, but then you think it’s a place to fight.’ You explained to the group. ‘People are having the best and worst day of their lives in there, they don’t some overly confident fucktards making it worse.’ You explained to them, some of them looked down at the ground others didn’t make any eye contact. ‘We-‘ Tig started to say but you shook your head at him. ‘I don’t want to hear that you’re sorry. If I have to tell you again, I’m leaving. I’m leaving and I won’t think twice about it.’ You cut him off and you watched as their faces fell, you didn’t spare them a second glance before you walked past them and into the small room, they kept for you and shutting the door.

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‘We you serious about earlier?’ Jax asked as he stood with his back on the door, watching you. You glanced at him before looking back at the sky. ‘Which part?’ You asked, swinging in the hammock, looking at the shining stars above you. the heavy footsteps of Jax sounded before they stopped and the squeak of a seat at you side, made you turn your head to him. ‘About leaving?’ He questioned, you nodded. ‘Yeah.’ You sighed out. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. ‘Why?’ He questioned. ‘Why? You all barge in and be nosy, annoying. You act like Abel when he wants dinner.’ You explained to him, his head dropped down. ‘If I were to come along with you to work and casted up everything, laughed loudly, wolf whistled at passer bys you would kick me out.’ You put it into perspective for him, he sighed when he realised you were right. ‘I’m sorry.’ He told you, you could tell he meant it. ‘Yeah, you all say that and then the next time one of you are in. It starts again.’ You told him, he went silent for a couple of minutes. ‘I love you.’ He replied teasingly, you rolled your eyes at him. ‘Yeah, whatever.’ You said, then you felt a hand grab a hold of the fabric of the hammock, pushing you hard as you swung you held on as it felt like it was tipping over. ‘Teller, when I get out of here you are down for.’ You said to him as you heard his laughing running away from you.

[lilshhiit]

I may be nice but ill kick your ass

[Reader is Jax’s sister and she rarely gets angry but one day Ima get into at first a one sided argument until she crosses the line] Y/n sighed trying to avoid the blonde who made it very clear she wanted to rag straight through her "You know Y/n you may think you're better then me but you aren't. You're just a push over a weight on everyone's ankle-" "I honestly don't have time for this Ima I have-" Ima shoved Y/n who momentarily lost her balance "Oh I know what you have to do. Pick up your bastard child up from school-" Y/n stood ignoring the sons who began enter the club "You listen here bitch I may be nice but no one ever talks shit about my little girl and lives" Ima snorted "You couldn't hurt a fly sweetheart-" Y/n grabbed a empty beer bottle slamming it down on Ima's head "Jackson I encourage you to keep your cum bag away from me and your niece." Y/n turned swiftly avoiding a dark gaze that trailed after her hopping into her car and shredding the gravel on your way out the parking lot. Attempting to calm your breathing you pulled into the school parking lot your 12 year old daughter perked up from the side walk "Baby girl I'm sorry I'm late" Your daughter, Maggie's brown eyes squinted when a smile stretched across her face "Its okay mom" Y/n smiled watching her daughter slid into the front passenger seat her wavy brown hair was pulled into a braid, She looked so much like her father it killed her. She looked so much like Opie she was surprised that no one questioned her about Maggie's dad. "How about we get some ice cream"

[weregonnaneedabiggerboat]

hello! i saw you were taking requests and i was wondering if i could request a jax x reader fic where they’re on adventure but reader gets captured so jax starts freaking out and goes to save them? maybe angst and hurt/comfort pls? you’re really good at writing angst and hurt/comfort :3

I'm a Jerk, Not a Monster.

Jax x Reader

Light Whump | Hurt/Comfort | Oneshot | 2.9k

CW: Graphic descriptions of gore, bodily fluids, severed limbs, butcher imagery, panic attack, gun/gunshot, explicit language, reader is grabbed by a large threatening man, reader is threatened but ultimately not physically harmed

Summary: After Jax shoved you into a door as payback for you getting you both stuck in the basement of an abandoned mansion, you and him quickly realize it wasn't just any door he shoved you into.

A/N: OKAY THIS GOT MORE GOREY THAN I EXPECTED AHAHAA SOO FAIR WARNING FOR THAT-- Um. Anyway, sorry this took so long to complete :,D However, I have been wanting to write a story like this for AAAGGEESS!! I absolutely love the idea of Jax saving the reader, it makes me feel so giddy IDC ABOUT CANON LET ME HAVE MY DELUSIONAL FANTASIES!! Yeah so thanks anon for giving me an excuse to finish it hehe!! Enjoy :3

Inspired by this fic by LunaTantabus, go check it out!

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“@#$&— HEY!!”

You cursed as you were suddenly shoved through a door. One of many in the dark hallway you and Jax had been traversing.

See, the two of you had been split off from the rest of the group pretty early on in the adventure, after you fell through a trapdoor and grabbed the leg of Jax's overalls in a vain effort to save yourself.

Of course, you did nothing except drag him down to Hell with you. That led to the both of you falling a long way and then landing in the basement of the haunted house. So, you were stuck. And of course Jax threw a hissy fit over it.

You figured that might've been the reason he shoved you through the first door he saw in retaliation.

“Jax!” you scolded, banging on the distressed wooden door with clenched fists. “Let me out of this damn place!”

It was pitch black in whatever room you were shoved into, and for some reason the door didn't open from the inside.

You heard Jax cackle in amusement from the other side. You growled bitterly, clenching your jaw.

“JAX I SWEAR TO @#$&!” you shouted even louder, the force behind your banging increasing with each hit. “OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!!”

“Shoulda thought of that before you decided to drag me down here with you, cupcake,” Jax's muffled voice taunted from the other side once more.

“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!!” you raged, then sighed defeatedly when he just laughed again. He was probably going to keep you in here for as long as he felt was necessary, or until he managed to get a sorry out of you.

Truthfully, Jax wasn't even upset about your accidental stunt. He was going to find a way to end up where the action was anyway. He just thought you were really cute when you were angry and all riled up, and for some reason he just enjoyed teasing and bullying you a little more than the others.

Not with the intention to harm you, of course. Jax never wanted to inflict any genuine harm on the others, but he'd be lying if he said your reactions weren't the most hilarious things ever.

After you went silent, he decided that that was probably enough and got off the door, turning to face it and grabbing the knob.

“Alright dolly, time to—”

You screamed bloody murder from the other side of the door, making him flinch away from the door knob like it was made of hot coal. Why did you scream like that!?

Another shriek from you sounded, but this time it got further away very quickly.

Jax stood there for a couple seconds, the silence ringing in his ears. His ears twitched a bit, listening for the slightest indication you might be fucking with him.

“Y/N?”

Jax snapped himself out of his thoughts and pulled open the door, small square pupils frantically darting around.

But you were nowhere in sight.

Wide eyes and a terrified, small frown in the center of his face replaced his usual nonchalant expression. His heart raced in his chest as he examined the room with his eyes. Nothing.

The longer he stood there fed the realization that this wasn't an elaborate prank. That scream was way too genuine, and you would've definitely jumpscared him by now if you were just joking.

Jax looked behind him and frantically scanned the hallway he was just in for anything he could use to his advantage. He spotted a large shotgun hanging on the wall a few feet away, and lunged to grab it before dashing into the darkness after you.

…

Meanwhile, you were kicking and flailing as desperately as you could in the claws that grabbed you. 

“Let go of me!!” you cried, hearing a monsterous growl in response from whatever creature was dragging you down.

Eventually you hit the ground and the claws finally let you go. You immediately sprang off the floor the moment you regained your autonomy, frantically looking around to spot the enemy that kidnapped you.

In the midst of your panic, you cursed Jax in your mind, clenching your jaw and fists as you damned him to Hell. This was all his fault, you thought bitterly, moving forward in an effort to find some kind of exit or way out of here.

Your thoughts were interrupted with a click, when the dim yellow lights suddenly switched on, and revealed a room filled wall to wall with the heads of different creatures you've seen in all the adventures you've taken over the years.

Your heart sank like an anchor, dropping to the pit of your stomach like it was made of stone. From the ceiling, attached by string, hung an assortment of skinned limbs and other body parts, the origins of which left ambiguous.

You had been through adventures involving some sort of injury all the time, you knew you couldn't die nor get hurt in this strange digital dimension. But this…?

This may be the first time since you got here that true fear managed to crawl under your skin. You suddenly felt the urge to vomit, even if the smell of formaldehyde wasn't particularly strong. Just the sight of all these vaguely humanoid heads and limbs hung up like decorations for some sick butcher… It was enough to make the bile in your stomach lunge to the back of your throat.

You were barely given a chance to swallow it back when you heard the sound of heavy footsteps thump behind you.

Before you could turn around to see who it was, a pair of strong, beefy, and masculine arms grabbed you from behind. A hand pressed against your mouth and nose, and you heard the deep chuckle of a particularly disgusting voice breathe down your neck. It smelled so, so gross.

Whatever he said was lost to you, as your eyes fixated on the blade that appeared before your chin. You struggled, not even realizing that you were screaming, as your legs kicked and your arms flailed against his.

Mildly frustrated with your squirming, the hand pressed against your face was now instead holding you in a headlock, and you were forced to look up at his face.

“No! Let go!” you shrieked, the beginnings of a sob cracking through your panicking voice. “Stop! Get off of me!”

But it was no use, and worse than that, it seemed like your struggle was part of his fun.

The blade pressed against your stomach, sending your mind into a world of alarm. You kicked your legs even more desperately, tears brimming your eyes. “Please! Let me go!” you sobbed, pressing your eyes closed to suppress the burning tears—

BANG.

.

. .

. . .

You slowly opened your eyes, and stared up at the man's face…

…Or what was left of it.

One of his eyeballs fell from the giant, ragged and fleshy hole in his head, bouncing on your cheek before hitting the ground with a disgusting squelch noise. Blood was splattered all over your face but especially on him.

The knife clattered on the floor, and his heavy body followed soon after when you shoved him off of you.

Your skin crawled, your lungs burned, and no matter how hard you panted or how hard you hugged yourself, the blaring alarms in your head never went away. You still felt the pressure in your skin from where he was holding you, your throat closed up like you were still in that headlock.

“Y/N!”

The sound of your name being called snapped you out of the panic, and you whipped around, eyes stark. You saw a tall lanky silhouette stand over you, but through the brain fog you couldn't seem to calm down enough to realize who it was.

You screamed as gloved hands grabbed your shoulders, before hearing his voice speak to you again.

“Shh, shh, it's me! It's me!”

Your vision cleared as you blinked away the tears, and your eyes met his yellow ones.

Jax stared down at you with maybe the most genuinely shocked and worried expression you had ever seen since you got here. His mouth was curled into a concerned frown, as his small black pupils studied you carefully.

“Hey, hey, shh… Relax. It's okay,” he spoke to you, his voice oddly soothing and calm. His eyes examined your trembling form. “Are you alright…?”

Jax's hands gripped your shoulders. They felt warm, and a little possessive. The anxiety began to clear up when the realization finally sank in. 

You were safe.

…Because of…Jax…

You couldn't understand what prompted him to chase after you. He was always so uncaring, a jerk! He was the one who shoved you in that damn door to begin with!!

But it didn't matter.

It didn't matter if it was Satan himself who stood before you right now. 

You were just happy to see a familiar face.

Not even thinking twice, you jumped into his arms, your fingers digging into the fabric of his overalls. You began to choke out a few sobs, burying your face into his shoulder and clinging onto him like he was the last thing keeping you alive.

Which, he kind of was just now.

“Jax…” you whimpered, not even knowing where you were taking that sentence. You were so relieved that his name was the only thing you could say.

That gesture certainly wasn't what Jax was expecting. He froze, staring down at you. His arms were held out awkwardly since he had no idea where to put them. It was strange, being hugged by you, especially out of nowhere like this.

…Then again, he understood why you were so spooked. This was too much—even for him.

Jax finally wrapped his arms around you and slowly began to rub your back, giving you a minute to compose yourself. Normally he'd never let anyone this close, but as big of an asshole as Jax was, he wasn't a monster.

…Unlike that man that attacked you.

You were grounded by the feeling of metal poking your hip, making you jump in surprise and pull away from him.

“Huh— What is it?” Jax flinched as well in surprise, before realizing what you had felt. “Oh.”

He chuckled, pulling out the large gun from his side pocket. He gave it a rattle, showing you the weapon he used to shoot that son of a bitch straight in the head.

Your eyes darted to the corpse on the ground, and back at Jax. A nervous smile crept on your face as you observed his prideful grin, and with a small giggle of your own, you hugged him again. This time, more tenderly and genuinely.

Jax felt his heart flutter, but he kept his reaction neutral to avoid getting too comfortable with you. He shoved the gun back in his pocket, and rubbed your back again before patting it.

“Thank you…” you sobbed out with shaky breaths and sniffles. “Thank you…So much…Please…”

Jax grinned and pat your back again. “Yeah, yeah. Don't sweat it, kid. Now let's get out of here before one of us throws up last night's dinner,” he said with a more relaxed voice.

“Y-Yeah, sounds good,” you murmured, your eyes nervously darting around the room. You were still alert, aware of everything happening around you. The horrifying environment didn't help at all with easing your nerves.

Jax smirked when he saw your face dirty with blood and bits of flesh, reaching a hand down to wipe it off your cheeks and forehead. You reacted with pure confusion, staring up at him before realizing you had bodily fluids on you.

"Ewww..." You whined, lifting an arm to wipe the rest off with your sleeve. It was digital code, sure, but gross nonetheless! Did it have to feel so real!?

Jax chortled in amusement at your frantic rubbing, wiping his hand on his overalls before pinching your cheek playfully. "My bad, dollface."

His apology was half-sincere, Jax wasn't going to wait for that guy to let go of you to shoot the shit out of him. In fact, he'd have made it way more gorey if he didn't have to comfort you. He never wanted to pass up a chance to let out his violent urges without fear of consequences.

You validated that thought with a shake of your head. "N-No, it's okay, I understand," you said, forcing a soft smile to look up at him.

Jax observed your smaller form, eyebrows twitching with consideration. He studied you for a moment, then shrugged and leaned down, grabbing your waist and legs. With a soft grunt, he lifted you straight off the ground and hoisted you up into his arms.

Understandably, you yelped in surprise, flailing your arms briefly before grabbing his shoulders as support. You looked down at the ground, then back up at him with hyper aware eyes. He was grinning pretty smugly at you with lidded eyes. You scowled in response.

“Put me down! I can walk by myself, thank you very much!” you demanded, which Jax returned with a laugh, turning to make his way back down the hallway he came from.

“Nah.” He chuckled, strolling down the dimly lit corridor and holding you a bit more tightly than he intended. His grin faltered a bit when he thought back to that sight he ran in on, which made him thank everything that is holy that he grabbed that gun before chasing after you.

Jax felt guilt begin to ring in his chest—he was the one who shoved you into that closet to begin with.

You looked up, studying his expression as it went from smug to neutral. He seemed to be trying to recall the way back, but you sensed an underlying trouble in his mind. You knew what he was thinking, it's something you'd feel guilty over, too. You didn't really want him to feel bad over this, but it was hard to bring up what you were thinking without sounding awkward and random.

You were happy to be with him again, something about being held by him helped you feel safe and grounded. You rested your head against him, looking forward and at the wall as Jax walked.

There was an awkward period of silence as you and Jax made your way back, neither of you seemed to know what to say. But it wasn't exactly bad, you needed the calmness after the panic attack you experienced back there.

Finally, you spoke up in a quiet, timid voice.

“Um…Jax…?”

“Mm?” He hummed, trying his best to focus on navigating this maze of hallways. You realize his mouth was closed in a slight downturned curve. His face was so expressive, it made you smile, though not for long.

You paused, not knowing how to phrase it.

“...Why'd you…Why’d you come back for me? I-I wasn't really expecting it, I mean,” you chuckled poorly, the smile not meeting your eyes. “I fully expected you to leave me for dead…”

Jax felt his chest twist in guilt, and the pain seemed to briefly show in his expression. He didn't make eye contact with you, but it didn't harm the sincerity in his voice.

“Kid, I'm a jerk. Not a monster.”

“Ah… Yeah, I suppose.”

You both approached a door, and he shifted you so he was holding you with just his left arm. He pulled a key from his pocket, sticking it into the lock and twisting it a few times, making the lock rattle before it finally clicked.

His answer was short and simple, and it made sense, though you secretly wished he elaborated a little more.

But this is Jax we're talkin about. If it was any closer to your first day here, you'd have been annoyed and a little pissed with his lack of explanation. However, by now, you were used to him. He was unpredictable, and strangely, that made him predictable.

Jax pushed open the door to reveal the hallway you two were in before that whole mess. He sighed to himself, pocketing his key again and slamming the door behind him.

“What the heck is up with that key you have?” you pointed out, since this wasn't the first time you saw the golden tool in his possession. “Is it like a master key or something? You're always unlocking @#$& with the same thing!!”

Jax's grin returned as he looked down at you. “Yeah? You'd like to know, wouldn't you?” He chuckled, holding you with both arms again. He then sighed a bit and looked up, his expression going back to the thoughtful one he had before.

“Right, where were we now…” he murmured, examining his surroundings carefully before moving forward.

You pouted, unsatisfied with the answer and giving a little hop in his arms. “Hey don't ignore me!! Tell me! Tell me tell me tell me!!”

Jax just laughed, amused by your prying curiosity.

“Nnnope~,” he drawled playfully, his eyes narrowed into cheeky crescents as his grin stretched further. “Can't have a little thing like you runnin’ around spillin’ all my secrets.”

You whined, getting frustrated with his stubbornness and his stupid mischievous shit-eating grin. “I won't tell anyone! I promise!”

“No can do, buckaroo. Maybe you'll find out by yourself someday,” he hummed, poking your nose and grinning at your frustrated expression. “Sorry, toots.”

You huffed, swatting his hand away and maintaining your pout. You averted your eyes from his smug face, crossing your arms. 

Stupid jackass. You'll figure him out one day.