Jax Teller.

So, this is something I’ve been considering for some time, and I’ve thought about it long and hard, and I’ve come to a decision.  I’m going to move Jax to my multimuse: @crowsandmurder.  If we have threads, what does this mean? It means, nothing changes.  When you reply, I will just reply from there. My tracker is intact, so it will tell me if it’s here. 

Those who do follow and know that I don’t really write with my other SOA character there unless plotted first, Jax is a little different. He’ll be a secondary character, but I still will write him, post starter calls, memes, etc.

I just..I haven’t been happy here in quite some time.  To the people who have been here for me for so long, it is not you.  You all likely know what it is about but it’s merely me just needing to have him in a more controlled space.  I’m not going to fully move him until probably Monday, because I have a lot of other things to do, but I will be doing so and I know some people have issues with multimuse blogs, and if you’re one of them, I’m sorry. Being that my multi is a sideblog off the same main, I’m still following you. But yeah, this is a heads-up. If I have time or motivation to reply here this weekend, it will be here. But come Monday, it will be there.

But again, we’ll be moving to @crowsandmurder

So, this is something I’ve been considering for some time, and I’ve thought about it long and hard, and I’ve come to a decision.  I’m going to move Jax to my multimuse: @crowsandmurder.  If we have threads, what does this mean? It means, nothing changes.  When you reply, I will just reply from there. My tracker is intact, so it will tell me if it’s here. 

Those who do follow and know that I don’t really write with my other SOA character there unless plotted first, Jax is a little different. He’ll be a secondary character, but I still will write him, post starter calls, memes, etc.

I just..I haven’t been happy here in quite some time.  To the people who have been here for me for so long, it is not you.  You all likely know what it is about but it’s merely me just needing to have him in a more controlled space.  I’m not going to fully move him until probably Monday, because I have a lot of other things to do, but I will be doing so and I know some people have issues with multimuse blogs, and if you’re one of them, I’m sorry. Being that my multi is a sideblog off the same main, I’m still following you. But yeah, this is a heads-up. If I have time or motivation to reply here this weekend, it will be here. But come Monday, it will be there.

        sure tig knows this shit is dangerous. but the club is family , and nothing was going to change that. there was no way he’d up and leave , and he certainly wasn’t about to go nomad. if she wanted the kids out of that environment , then it was something she would have to do on her own.  “  it can’’t blow back on my family.  "   she asserts firmly. "  i’m not gonna let those sweet little girls get hurt because of this club , because of this town.  "   she looks over at jax , her opinion of him sobering quickly. maybe he wasn’t the pompous prince they made him out to be.   "  what am i gonna do ?  ”

Jax would never discourage anyone, from being part of club life, completely. It was the only family, he’d ever known. He loved it. He hated parts of it, but it was part of it.  “Yeah, that’s what can’t happen.” Jax hated when it blew back on people’s families. That was always shit, and he’d seen people lose old ladies, lose kid. It sucks.  “I don’t know. You do what’s right for your family, even if it’s not the family you chose. Sometimes, you have to do what’s right as a parent. My mom would do anything for me.” 

        she’s tried to talk to alex about it.  tried to explain that she didn’t want her child in such a dangerous environment.  hand rakes through her hair ,  pushing red locks aside as she thinks on what he said.  on the relationship he had with his father.  she’d never really understood how it was supposed to work ,  if only because she hadn’t had loving parents of her own. “   it worries me that they’re in harm’s way here.   if something happens to either of them , i … i don’t know. sometimes i think i need to get away from here.  ”

        Jax had wanted to be a part of this life since he was a kid. All he wanted, was to have a Harley and a kutte. But sometimes, shit felt complicated. He hadn’t really managed the not having a conscience, that some of the guys had.  “Maybe they do. I’m pretty sure Tig knows that. He knows shit is dangerous. Not only is Tig a member but he’s Clay’s enforcer. If shit goes wrong or he doesn’t think, it could blow back. But, you didn’t hear that from me.” 

        “   oh ,   he’s not so bad.  ”     she muses quietly ,   looking down at her hands ,  chewed fingernails and chipped nail polish.   dawn and fawn are often found running around the clubhouse ,   despite colleen’s desire to separate them from all that went on there.      "   he’s great with the girls.  "    she replies.   “   he’s really a good dad.   i love seeing him with them.  i hope they grow up and stay close ,   but part of me worries about what will happen if they only ever know the club life ,    you know what i mean  ?  ”

             Jax smiled at her.  “Sometimes, you know, when he’s sleeping, he’s not that bad. He was mostly kidding.  “It’s good that he is. My old man, well he was sometimes, not all that great.”  He had so many mixed feelings about his own father. He always had.  “You mean the kind of life that I only know? I mean, you don’t have to worry about them patching in, but it’s not the best way, a shit load of danger.” 

           “   i don’t know that i really had a childhood either.  ”   she huffs ,   instead she was bouncing from foster home to foster home , taking care of herself and living out of a suitcase ,  prepared for the inevitable change and movement to the new home.  "  i hope it’s not like that for my girls …  ya’  know  ?   i hope they feel like they got to enjoy their childhood.  "

Jax nodded. He knew everyone grew up different. He had grown up in the MC, more or less. He had been raised in the clubhouse. His mom had been a good mom, as good as she could. His old man, well, he didn’t know. But, he knew that not everyone had that.  “They don’t seem like they have it too bad yet. I mean, other than Tig being their father.”  He was joking, mostly.

“ don’t take me to the tower and take my child away it was I who was  ”

@redwoodteller  /   sc. / goodbye baby - fleetwood mac

She hadn’t even touched much alcohol today but the beer she’d had and the taste of it on his lips wasn’t doing her in near as much as his proximity to her was. It worked every last nerve in her body and lit her on fire from the inside out. Passion pooled in her stomach like rich silk, the kind that would cost entirely too much to purchase, even for her with what Opie had left her. A hot ache produced at the apex between her legs and she mewled soft and low into their kissing.

Cara knew he felt the same, as much as he could. There wasn’t a reason for him to say it and certainly not until he was ready. And she certainly wasn’t the kind of woman that was going to needle and prod him into saying, either…

Her body moved with him so fluidly, accenting his movements with her own so as to never be in his way and always be where he reached for her. His fingers slid into her pants, against her satin thong panties, by her sweet mound and she gasped softly against his mouth. A hand found the significant bulge in his pants and gently, she squeezed, thumb and index finger on either side of the growing erection, stroking him through his pants. “Fuck… Yeah?” She asked of him after his admission of her general appeal. “You are too… And you know I want you… So bad…” Fingers began to work at his belt and his fly; when there was room enough, she eased a hand in and connected with the skin of his cock. “Mmmm… Love that…” She started to sink to her knees. “I want you in my mouth… Fuck… I need to taste you, Jax…”

Jax was always very distracted by her. He remembered when it was his wife, that distracted him.  But, she just didn’t and Cara, she was just so damn hot, and her stamina matched his. She never seemed to be put off by how much he used sex to not deal with his problems. It was just easier and if he was honest, there was something deeper than sex going on, but he wasn’t going to think about that right now. He knew that he was going to eventually want it all with her.  But right now, he knew they both wanted the same thing.

His kisses were hungry. His kisses were always hungry when it came to her.  He had slid his hand into her pants, and he loved it, when she gasped against his mouth.  That made his hand run over the satin even more and then she was stroking him through his pants and he groaned.  “I want you too. I don’t care who’s out there. It’s all about you, babe.”

His hands on her body was burning through her clothes like a red-hot brand. Making her his, as if she wasn’t already…

Cara leaned into him again, her nose nuzzling against his gently, softly, Eskimo kisses in the silence that was the office around them. Her arms rested on his strong shoulders, the fingers on one of her hands playing in the short hairs at the nape of his neck. She nods slowly, knowing it was true. What they had was more natural than breathing, most days. “I love you…” She whispers, tentative, knowing she’d said it before but not quite in this way.

And her plump lips closed on his lower lip, pulling him head long into another kiss that would stir things inside of them both. Her heart started to drum against her breastbone. Her thighs and belly got hot, among other things, and she got the tingles there too. Fingers pulled at his kutte, at the shirt underneath. “Off…just in the way…” She crooned low, purring the words into his mouth as she never really broke from the heavy kissing. It was then that her hands found his and she helped him hook his thumbs into the waistband of her pants. “Or maybe start with me…” She grins against his lips.

Outside, Tara ran into Bobby and asked about Jax, where he was because she needed to tell him this lockdown wasn’t suitable right now and nor did it fit into her schedule right now; she had work to do at the hospital. Bobby shrugged his shoulders, wary eyes giving nothing away. He was loyal to Jax first and would never meddle in things like their romantic lives, or lack thereof. What Jax and Cara had going on behind Tara’s back wasn’t any concern of his… “I really don’t know where Jax is, Tara. I saw him go over to the shop earlier to speak with one of the guys working on a foreign model. Might start there…?”

She had this tendency to make him think about nothing else, but her in certain moments. He knew that there was getting close to a clubhouse full of people, but he didn’t care. He was stressed and feeling a bit loopy from the alcohol, anyway.

He felt her hands on his neck, and then he heard her words and he nodded. He was mostly there, but he just, he couldn’t say it, not quite yet. But, he appreciated that she did say it. She made him feel that she wasn’t leaving, and it wasn’t just this moment she wasn’t leaving. Muttering, he sighed. “I appreciate that. You’re really important to me.”  

About to say more, she moved to kiss him and he kissed her back eagerly.  He had this thing lately, that he never could get enough of kissing her. He knew that her body was almost intoxicating to him.  He nodded, and his hands moved to push his kutte off, and worked the buttons on his own shirt, that she seemed to want off, but then he got distracted by wanting her pants off, and his hand moved to eagerly work the button, open them and snaking his hand over her panties, with a sigh. “You’re so hot.”  

There was no doubt in her mind that they both wanted the same thing and that this evening was heading that way. Grinning up when he spoke of being eager too, a true compliment she felt, she was glad once again that the room was close. She was wet already with just the thought of what he could do to her, never mind knowing she was going to get to find out exactly what he was capable of. Giggling when he pulled her inside she was ready to get this evening started. Stripping slowly out of her dress she draped it over a chair and looked up at him through dark, lust filled eyes. Standing before him in nothing but panties, heels and a bra she too licked her lips as she moved towards him.

Arching a brow she couldn’t help but swallow thickly at the sight of the gun. Then again it wasn’t pointed at her and he wasn’t paying attention to it so she quickly relaxed and returned her focus to him. Taking the bruising kiss she pressed her hands against his hard chest, slowly running them down to his belt before opening it up. Painfully slow she opened his pants and stuck her hand inside to stroke his cock. “Very nice,” she hummed softly into his ear before nipping the lobe. Kissing down his neck she slid down to her knees and pulled him out, running her tongue across the tip of his cock. “Yeah, it’s happening,” she said huskily before sliding her mouth down his shaft. 

He always had a gun on him, often more than one. It was just a part of who he was, but he wasn’t thinking about any of that right now. His brain was pretty shut down about anything that wasn’t sex right now. He just wanted to forget about anything going through his head and just fuck her so good, that he forgot about his problems and anything, but what he was doing. He’d always been into that kind of thing, but he felt alive right now, for the first time in a while. Smirking as she slipped her dressed off, his eyes ran over her body. She was hot.

I feel this. All of it. (and for the record, still love your Jax. I just simply suck at everything lately lol).

I respect the hell out of  Charlie Hunnam and how he’s had to separate himself from Jax. I feel like it was something he had to do, because he even said he got too close, to the point that he felt like he became Jax, in a way. People are always bugging him, asking him if he’d ever appear on the Mayans and his answer is always Jax is dead.  To him, Jax is.  He’s said more than once, that even if friends come over and ask, if they can put on Jax’ kutte for a minute, he doesn’t let anyone. He had to store Jax away in a box, that he feels like is healthy for him.

I really liked that last week at the con in Wales, he showed up in a tie, collar shirt and a vest. He doesn’t even wear the plaid and stuff anymore, and I remember he took a long sabbatical from riding his Harley too.

He loves Jax. He’s always said Jax will always be a part of him and close to his heart, but he needed to let go of him, and he can’t just pick him back up and his fans honestly should respect that, because that is what is important to him.