Jax teller/ Charlie

𝗝𝗮𝘅 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

He learns your routines without making a big deal out of them. If you always drink from the same mug, sit in the same spot, or follow the same morning schedule, he quietly protects those little rituals because he knows they help you start the day feeling grounded.

Crowded club events can be overwhelming, so Jax automatically checks in with you throughout the night. A small touch to your shoulder or a glance across the room becomes your silent communication system.

When people mistake your direct communication style for rudeness, he's the first person to shut that down. He never asks you to be "less autistic" to make other people comfortable.

If you're nonverbal during periods of stress or overload, he adapts quickly. Text messages, written notes, hand signals—whatever helps you communicate, he'll use without hesitation.

He memorizes your sensory triggers. Certain sounds, fabrics, smells, or environments become things he actively helps you avoid whenever possible.

Long motorcycle rides become one of your favorite shared activities because there's no pressure to constantly talk. Just existing together is enough.

He gets protective when people infantilize you. You are his partner, not someone who needs to be spoken over or treated like a child.

If you have a special interest, he genuinely listens. Even if he knows nothing about the topic, he'll sit through enthusiastic information dumps because seeing you happy makes him happy.

He notices the early signs of overstimulation before most people do. Tight shoulders, shorter responses, avoiding eye contact—he learns your tells and helps you leave situations before they become unbearable.

During arguments, he appreciates your honesty. While others might dance around issues, he knows you'll tell him exactly what's wrong, even if the truth isn't always easy to hear.

He keeps comfort items around without mentioning it. Your favorite snacks, headphones, blankets, or fidget objects somehow always seem to be nearby.

When club life gets chaotic, he becomes intentional about giving you predictable time together because he knows stability matters to you.

He loves the fact that you never play mind games. With so much manipulation and secrecy surrounding his life, your straightforwardness feels like a breath of fresh air.

𝗢𝗽𝗶𝗲 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

Opie is naturally patient, so he never rushes you when you're processing information or trying to find the right words.

Quiet companionship becomes the foundation of your relationship. You can spend hours doing separate activities in the same room and still feel completely connected.

If social gatherings drain you, he's more than happy to leave early with you. He honestly prefers smaller, quieter environments himself.

He learns your comfort foods and keeps them stocked because he understands that familiar meals can be incredibly important.

When you're overwhelmed, he doesn't bombard you with questions. He sits beside you, offers support, and waits until you're ready to communicate.

He never judges stimming behaviors. Whether you're fidgeting, pacing, rocking, or playing with objects, he treats it as completely normal.

If someone mocks or questions your autistic traits, Opie's stare alone is usually enough to make them regret it.

He remembers details about your interests and surprises you with thoughtful gifts connected to them.

His deep voice becomes one of your favorite grounding tools. Listening to him talk can help calm you during stressful moments.

He values predictability too, so the two of you naturally build routines together without either of you feeling restricted by them.

He learns that physical affection isn't always one-size-fits-all. Some days you want cuddles; other days certain types of touch might feel overwhelming. He respects both equally.

When you need recovery time after difficult social situations, he protects that time fiercely from interruptions.

He admires the way you experience the world. Rather than seeing your autism as something to "fix," he genuinely loves the unique perspective you bring into his life.

𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

Happy notices far more than people realize. He picks up on subtle changes in your mood, energy, and body language long before anyone else does.

He becomes unexpectedly accommodating of your sensory needs. If a place is too loud or uncomfortable, he'll simply steer you somewhere else without drawing attention to it.

Because he isn't a huge talker, he never pressures you into constant conversation. Silence between you feels comfortable, not awkward.

If you're having a shutdown, he sits nearby like a guard dog, making sure nobody disturbs you while you recover.

He memorizes your preferences with frightening accuracy. Favorite foods, safe clothing textures, preferred routes—nothing escapes him.

His affection often appears through actions rather than words. Fixing things, bringing you coffee, adjusting an environment to make it more comfortable for you.

If somebody deliberately triggers or mocks you, they immediately find themselves on Happy's bad side.

He appreciates direct communication because it eliminates guessing games. If you tell him exactly what you need, he'll make it happen.

He learns the difference between an autistic meltdown and ordinary anger, which prevents a lot of misunderstandings.

His presence feels grounding during overwhelming situations. Knowing he's there makes difficult environments easier to navigate.

He secretly enjoys listening to you talk about your special interests, especially when your face lights up with excitement.

When plans suddenly change, he understands why that can be stressful and gives you time to adjust instead of expecting instant flexibility.

Despite his intimidating reputation, you're one of the very few people who regularly see his gentler side, especially when he's helping you through difficult sensory or emotional moments.

𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗯𝘀 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

Chibs becomes an expert at reading your comfort levels. He can often tell whether you're enjoying a social interaction or simply enduring it.

He has endless patience when you're explaining boundaries, needs, or accommodations that help you function more comfortably.

His voice is incredibly soothing, especially when you're anxious or overstimulated.

He acts as a buffer during large gatherings, smoothly redirecting conversations when people become intrusive or insensitive.

If you struggle with unexpected changes, he tries to give you advance notice whenever possible.

Chibs loves learning about the systems and patterns you notice in everyday life because they're often things other people completely miss.

He never forces eye contact. He understands that listening and looking aren't always connected.

During difficult days, he'll wrap you in a blanket, make tea, and stay close without demanding interaction.

He quickly learns which environments help you recharge and makes an effort to spend time with you in those spaces.

When misunderstandings happen, he approaches them calmly rather than assuming bad intentions.

He finds your honesty refreshing and often trusts your observations more than other people's.

If you're masking heavily around others, he's usually the first person to notice how exhausted you are afterward.

He makes you feel accepted exactly as you are, creating a relationship where you rarely feel pressured to hide autistic traits.

𝗧𝗶𝗴 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

Tig is surprisingly attentive to your emotional and sensory needs once he understands them.

At first he might ask a million questions because he's genuinely curious and wants to understand your experiences better.

He learns which jokes you'll enjoy and which types of teasing might accidentally upset or overwhelm you.

When you're overstimulated, he immediately shifts from chaotic energy to protective boyfriend mode.

He becomes very defensive of you when people make assumptions about autism.

If physical affection helps regulate you, Tig is absolutely happy to provide endless cuddles, hand-holding, or hugs.

He starts carrying little emergency supplies for you—snacks, water, earbuds, or anything else that helps when you're stressed.

Your direct communication style actually helps him because he often overthinks social situations and appreciates knowing exactly where he stands.

He loves hearing you passionately discuss special interests because your enthusiasm is contagious.

If you're struggling in a crowded room, he'll invent excuses to get you both outside for a break.

He pays close attention to your comfort level with touch and never takes it personally if certain days require more space.

He becomes weirdly proud of learning autism-related terminology and understanding your needs better than most people around you.

Beneath all his eccentricity, Tig wants you to feel safe, understood, and loved, and he puts genuine effort into making that happen every day.

𝗝𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗲 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

Juice researches autism on his own because he wants to understand your experiences as accurately as possible.

He gets excited when you share your interests and often ends up learning huge amounts of information from you.

Since he can be anxious himself, he's incredibly empathetic when you're overwhelmed or stressed.

The two of you often communicate through texts or memes even when you're sitting in the same room.

He notices when you're masking and gently reminds you that you don't have to perform normalcy around him.

If sensory overload hits unexpectedly, he's quick to help you find a quieter environment.

He remembers every accommodation you've ever mentioned and treats them as important rather than optional.

When you struggle to explain a feeling, he patiently works through it with you instead of becoming frustrated.

He celebrates your successes, including things other people might overlook, because he understands how much effort certain situations can require.

If routines are important to you, he tries his best not to disrupt them unnecessarily.

He enjoys parallel play—gaming, reading, working on projects, or watching videos together while each focusing on separate activities.

He becomes one of your biggest advocates, correcting misinformation about autism whenever he hears it.

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.