#Jax Teller headcanon

[persephone411]

Jax Teller gives the nastiest,sloppiest,most passionate head ever, he lives for eating pussy and you can’t change my mind

[twistnet]

taking a bullet for abel

if you were being honest with yourself, you would have taken a bullet for anyone in the mc -- they were your family and the amount of things they had done for you and vice versa, it was only the right thing to do

so when you do end up taking a bullet for jax’s son, abel, pretty much all hell breaks loose. depending on where you’ve been hit obviously renders a different response. although, those around you are still rightfully panicked as you’re loaded into a car with many hands already pressing against the wound and letting you rest against their shoulder

as you’re getting stitched up, the waiting room fills with the rest of the mc, with jax anxiously pacing until word is given that you are cleared for guest visits. he’s the first one down the hallway, practically bursting into the room before wrapping you up in a hug

he’s mindful of your wound, muttering how thankful he is for you, with a small warning that you shouldn’t ever do something that stupid ever again. he really can’t lose you, and to for that to happen would absolutely devastate him.

he kisses you on the forehead, before waving for the rest of the club into the room to greet you. all poking at you lightly before either patting you on the shoulder or hugging you gently. 

leaving abel the last to see you, to which he quickly climbs up into the hospital bed beside you. wrapping himself up next to you tightly, and muttering how he was scared to lose you too. father like son, the two stay with you until you’re given the all clear to go home. both thankful you’ve made it through another day and you can come home with them

[ravennaortiz]

Sister's Keeper

Summary : Next installment of Not What It Seems.

Takes place before Silent Leaving. Jax visits his sister in the hospital

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Jax sat holding your hand as the machines around him whirred and beeped. A relentless tidal wave of noise that barely quieted the storm in his mind. Lucky. Unser had said you were lucky to have been seen in the dark. Tara had said you were lucky to have made it through multiple surgeries. Chibs had said you were lucky the prospect had not followed orders. Did lucky to be alive mean anything if you never woke up? Jax wondered to himself as he looked at the machines helping keep you going.

Everyone kept telling him to go home and let someone else keep watch. He couldn't leave your side though. He needed answers and you were the only one who could give them to him. He was suppose to keep you safe. As much as you were lucky he was that much a failure as your big brother.

He knew your injuries were more than Tara was letting on. He had seen and heard hushed whispers between her and your guys mom. He couldn't bring himself to ask though just like they couldn't bring themselves to tell him. Those two were not the only one with secrets. Opie was also torn up about you but Jax had little sympathy since he had caught him banging a crow eater when he went to tell him you had been taken to the hospital. Going completely down the rabbit hole now Jax wished he had never given his stamp of approval for you two. Opie had never gotten over Donnas death and he had never been able to keep it in his pants. You deserved better. If you woke up Jax would see to it that you two were done.

A knock at the door drew his attention as Chibs stepped in with Juice on his heel. "Come with me Jackie. Juice has got tonight's watch and Tig is outside with the prospect." stated Chibs as Juice took the other seat in the room. "I'm good" stated Jax waving them off. "That was an order" stated Chibs firmly as he grabbed Jax's arm lifting him up.

Once Chibs had gotten Jax out of the room Juice moved his chair closer and took your had. "Please wake up. I can't live without you" he murmured as tears prickled at his eyes as he kissed your ice cold hand.

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[spaghettificationandpretzels]

cuddling with jax teller would include...

hello all! i haven't written headcanons ( especially for jax or any of the sons ) in a bit but this request inspired me! hope you enjoy anon :) nsfw below the cut!

SFW

- jax is a surprisingly cuddly guy, especially in the early mornings. he loves to roll over half asleep and wrap you up in his arms.

- you two could not possibly get any closer, you constantly make that observation and he will always reply that he could be inside of you. ( okay, jackson 🙄 )

- he loves to nuzzle his face into your neck while cuddling from behind, he almost always tells you how good you smell.

- when not snuggling up behind you, jax likes when you lay on his chest. he likes to softly pet your hair and never complains when your hands end up tangled in his.

- he will instantly fall asleep if his hair is getting played with after a long day. one minute you guys are cuddled up talking, the next he's snoring, and then insisting he's still awake when you tease him about it.

NSFW

- jax almost always is hard when he's cuddled up with you, especially in the morning.

- more often than not you just giggle at his bulge pressed firmly against you, and drive him wild by backing further into him.

- if he needs somewhere to put his hands while his arms are wrapped around you, jax is the kinda guy to fill his hands with your breasts. every now and again he'll give them a squeeze, sometimes without even realizing it.

- neck. kisses. need i say more? if his head is nuzzled into the crook of your neck you can bet your ass he's littering it with kisses, and they only get sloppier and sloppier until he's leaving you covered in hickies.

- sleepy, from the side, morning sex is a given here. jax loves a morning quickie ( always with your consent, ofc ) and his morning cuddles often turn into him pulling your panties to the side and sinking into you, holding you close against him.

[hotdamnhunnam]

Alright. What do you think Jax favorite sex position is? In the show we mostly saw missionary but I refuse to believe that he is „boring“ 😂🫢😏

Okay okay okayyy so HEAR ME OUT on this lol but I actually think missionary IS his favorite!!! 😂

Not because he’s boring or vanilla as we all know he’s the opposite, an infinitely kinky piece of shit — rather because he makes missionary his bitch and damn does he know how to savor it 😈

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

I mean, let’s imagine the scene:

Jax loves the way he gets to witness every perfect look of pleasure on your face … to suck the moans out of your mouth ‘cause fuck he gets off on how sweet your slutty desperation tastes …

… to feel your tits so closely pressed against the muscles of his chest … so close he even feels the pounding of your heart in sync with his and knowing that it beats for him alone is just the fucking best …

… to wrap his hand around your throat and make you gasp for breath, each kiss he claims off of your lips a holy prayer and the only air you need because you love this man to death …

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

So yeah I think he really digs being on top of you, and making sure that every inch of you gets crushed beneath the full weight of the body and the soul of the sex god who fucking loves you!! ❣️

He’d also love spitting repeatedly into your filthy greedy little mouth if that’s something you’d want him to do 💦🤤

With all that said I do think Jax has some close second/third/fourth fave positions too:

Up against the wall, like when he comes home from a long hard day and has no fucking patience to get to the bedroom at all

Doggy while yanking your hair back and spanking your ass because although he is a god he is also a raging primal animal

Cowgirl because he loves that view of you and because he is an asshole who gets off on topping from the bottom to prove to you that he will always be in full fucking control

Thank you for the ask ahhhh this was so much fun to answer lol 😋💖

[justanoasisimagines]

Protective Headcanons

Hey lovelies, my requests are open and my guidlines can be found pinned at the top of the page! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

❀Jax knows from the moment he brings you into his world you're life's at risk. It's why Jax is considering doing it in the first place. ❀Jax teaches you how to protect yourself, if he's not there he wants you to know how to fight. ❀Jax insists there are weapons in your house. Baseball bats, guns, knives, Jax strategically places them around your house in case anyone were to surprise you. ❀Jax makes sure you have Gemma's number. He wants you to have her numbers in case of an emergency. ❀He asks Gemma to check up on you whenever he's away. He worries about you. Also Gemma's accustomed to situations in which her life could be in danger. ❀Jax making sure you're home has the best security system possible. He wants you to feel safe and secure when you're alone. ❀If Jax is in any doubt. he'll make you stay at the clubhouse. It's a safe place and he knows the club will look out for you.

❀Jax buying you a motorcycle helmet. So you can ride his motorcycle safely.

❀Jax is ready to drop everything to protect you. He'll always put things aside. Jax would fight to the death to protect you. You're one of the most important people in his life.

[imagineredwood]

Group HC - The Boys reactions to getting caught stealing your panties 👙

I know. I know. It’s terrible and gross and icky I KNOW 😭😭 but I saw HCs for another shows characters around this idea and I couldn’t get it out of my head and it triggered the memory that this is actually canon for Juice and…yeah. Here we are 🧍🏻‍♀️

He’s not sorry. Or embarrassed. He loves you, loves everything about you. He thinks you’re the best thing since sliced bread. He worships you and the ground beneath your feet. So why wouldn’t he steal your panties? They’re yours, and they rest against his most favorite part of you all day 🤷🏻‍♀️ He won’t apologize, not even when your face heats up and you cover it with both hands. On the contrary, he probably makes a show of taking one out of the secret pile and sniffing it. He’s nasty, and he knows regardless of how you feel about it, you know he does it out of love and devotion. So he’s ok with it. And he’s not gonna stop.

He’s ashamed. He knew he shouldn’t have done it. Felt weird and invasive, but he couldn’t help it. He just loves you so much, and he gets lonely when you’re apart, and it smells like you. What else was he supposed to do? He would never cheat, would never even dream of it. But the stress of the club gets to him, especially the more complicated things get, he just needs comfort and relief, and when he saw them laying there in the hamper, he snagged it without thinking. Then he couldn’t stop, even when he knew he should. Even goes as far as offering to take apart the washer saying that maybe the machine is eating them 👀 He apologizes, cheeks tinted red, eyes downcast and hopes you don’t hold it against him. He’ll ask before he takes them next time, scouts honor.

Like Angel, he’s not embarrassed. He just shrugs, telling you that you’re his girl and your pussy is his, so why can’t he just take them? 🙄 He buys you new pairs every now and then anyway. So he wants to smell you randomly throughout the day, whats the harm in that? He just misses you. And likes to look at the pair and reminisce about times he’s taken them off of you. Is that a crime? He even reaches into his kutte and pulls out the pair that he’s kept on him today to show that it’s no big deal, and they’re the ones from yesterday, you recognize.

He’s bashful, arguably, but not necessarily embarrassed. It’s more about getting caught than it is the actual act. Like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. He’s not sorry for taking them, he’s just sorry that it’s kinda awkward for you to find the stash. He laughs awkwardly, shrugging it off or trying to anyway. Explains that he just rarely gets time to himself, so he is uses them when he’s alone in Templo to get his mind right. That your scent calms him and helps his focus. He didn’t think you’d mind too much, he just also never expected you to find out.

He's not sorry in the slightest and he makes sure you know it too. He bought every pair anyway, what's the issue? He could buy you 30 pairs by lunch 🙄 He wasn't up from about it, no, but he also didn't necessarily hide it. It just wasn't entirely in the open. You're respectful and don't go through his stuff in his office so how would you have known he had an entire drawer of his desk with them all collected in there? You'll get over it, a few new lingerie sets will make sure of that.

The OG of panty stealing and sniffing himself. It’s canon after all. He just can’t help himself. You’re his moon and stars and he just can’t get enough of you. Even when you’re perched in his lap, cockwarming him, face nuzzled in the crook of his neck, it’s not enough. He needs to be in your skin. But he can’t. So stealing your panties is the next best thing. It’s a compulsion he can’t fight. God knows he’s tried. And he tells you as much. Lists all of the things he did first to try and not have to submit to that desire. But in the end it didn’t matter. He just needs to have your most intimate article with him at all times. Keeps He doesn’t want you to think he’s a freak but he also just need you to know how much he absolutely loves, adores, and worships you. He’ll even hand over the pair in his pocket if you ask him to.

He's nonchalant about it. It's just panties. You have a bunch more. Not like you were gonna miss them or something. He just loves you and likes to have something of yours that he can keep nearby when he misses you. One in his pocket, one in the sale bag of his bike tucked away hidden. His stash is dispersed, not because he was necessarily hiding them, but because there's one each place that will serve a purpose.

Also not embarrassed. Hits you with that famous smirk, his shoulders shrugging as you stare at him waiting for an answer. "Just miss you sometimes, Darlin'. Just somethin' to get me by." Like it's perfectly normal. He left you your favorite pairs after all. He only takes the ones you're not the biggest fan of, so you wouldn't notice as quickly. It's not a big deal, he can give them back. Sometimes he just needs to sit in the chapel with them over his face while he strokes himself before Church so he can make sure he has a level head before this important vote.

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[pileofboneswrites]

TAILSPIN_oneshot.sonsofanarchy

SUMMARY — after receiving an unintelligible call from jax, your rush back to charming to discover your son, abel, has been kidnapped by camerson hayes, and worst yet, he also killed your younger brother that you practically raised.

PAIRING — exhusband!jax teller x fem!halfsack'ssister!reader | juice ortiz x reader

WORD COUNT — 3.8k

WARNINGS — established relationship(s), kidnapping, murder, death, past child neglect (about reader and her brother), divorce, premature birth, pregnancy complications, agent stahl, swearing, fighting, angst, loss of loved ones, suicidal thoughts, contemplation of suicide, cheating, allusion to smut but no description, no use of y/n (she's actually only outwardsly referenced 2 times and is referred to as miss epps or epps).

AUTHORS NOTES — just to clear somethings up; jax married reader instead of wendy, and instead of drugs being the reason abel was born early it was just due to pregnancy complications.

MASTERLIST

your heart was slamming rapidly into your ribcage, panic rolling off your skin in waves. you push the pedal to the floor, the idea of a speeding ticket not even remotely close to crossing your mind. this was your fault, it was. leaving charming, even for a few hours always felt like it had consequences. something bad always seemed to happen the moment you crossed the county line. your tires squeal as you peel into the teller-morrow parking lot, slamming your car in park as you jump out, only barely remembering to take off your seatbelt as you go. clay, piney, and opie are standing by the entrance to the clubhouse, sad expressions creasing their features.

"what happened?!" you ask, your voice loud, panicked and harsh.

the surprise on their faces from your tone has silence ringing in your ears. you'd known them for years, opie, jax and you being quite the troublesome trio through most of your youth. they'd never heard you raise your voice before, let alone the venom behind your words.

"someone answer me!" you shout, your entire body vibrates from the panic working its way down to your stomach.

you're going to puke if someone doesn't tell you what the hell is going on, and soon. you'd received a rather frantic voicemail from jax last night and hadn't been able to reach him since, which is what made you turn your car around and head for the clubhouse. his voice was shakey, and you couldn't hear a damn thing that made sense. but you know jax, and jax doesn't panic. he's dealt with and seen it all through the years, he's not easy to shake. so hearing your husband–well soon-to-be ex-husband–in that state had your mind reeling.

"kiddo, you need to take a deep breath." clay starts, attempting to sling an arm around your shoulders.

you shrug him off, "no! you need to tell me what the hell is going on, and why jax called me in a panic, and where the hell he is!"

it comes out as one rushed sentence, barely comprehensible but opie steps towards you. he rests a large hand on your shoulder, a distraught look on his face.

"we need you to take a breath, seriously, epps. i'll tell exactly what's happening, but you've barely taken a breath since walking over here, and you look like you're going to passout."

you nod, sucking in some extremely needed air. you take a second to just regulate yourself, and in that time, opie steers you over to one of the picnic tables. you sit down, back to the table and once you've calmed a little, you cross your arms and look up at him expectantly.

"alright, now, tell me."

he glances back at clay, and at his dad, before looking back to you. they turn and walk into the clubhouse, giving you two some privacy.

"cameron hayes killed your brother because he thinks gemma killed edmund,"

"w-what?" you ask, bottom lip wobbling, your head is spinning

your baby brother is... dead? eddie is dead? cameron hayes killed your brother? you shake your head, wiping your eyes on the sleeve of your flannel. you'd practically raised eddie. your mom was a drunk, and your dad had left long before you could form any memories of him. so, from ten on, you were big sister, mommy and daddy all rolled into one. you taught him manners, how to use the toilet, how to cook, how to flirt with girls, and so many more things. you'd been there for every step of his life, cheering loud enough to drown out the naysayers.

when he left for the military you were terrified that you'd get that call every parent dreds. sure, you weren't really his mom, you couldn't be with the five year age gap, but in all the areas that mattered, you were. eddie was your first kid in a twisted sense, and knowing that he'd made it all the way home from iraq, only to die at the hands of someone affiliated with the club that he loved so much shattered your heart.

"n-no, that's not possible, i-i just sp-spoke to eddie, we-we just spoke this morning. h-he said he and-and-and-and," you're spiraling, mind and heart racing faster, and faster before your expression drops, and your mind clears. "abel. he was taking tara back to jax's to get some of abel's things. where is my baby? where's abel, harry? where is my baby?"

you're sobbing uncontrollably, your entire body shaking as you slide off the seat of the picnic table, onto the concrete. opie pulls you into his chest, and you sob into his shirt. it's another first for all of them, watching you breakdown, watching you cry.

"we're going to find abel," opie says into your ear, trying to calm you down, it doesn't help, you just cry harder.

it shouldn't have happened in the first place! the club was on lockdown. losing eddie is hard enough, but losing your son in the same span of minutes is devastating. it takes you twenty minutes, but when you finally pull yourself together again you pat opie's arm, and stand up.

"where is jax?" you ask quietly, taking a deep breath.

"he's at home, we're heading over there now, let juice drive you, you shouldn't be driving right now." opie says, and you nod.

normally you'd fight him, which he's well aware of, but knowing your son is god knows where has you in an anxious tailspin. you don't have the energy to fight with anyone right now. opie walks you over to your car, tucking you into the passenger seat and waiting by the door for the other's to come out of the clubhouse.

"what happened exactly?" your voice is barely a whisper, and opie looks worried.

"are you sure you want the run down right now?" he questions, and you immediately nod, your eyes on the hood of your car.

"please, ope," its the most desperate, pathetic sound to ever cross your lips, but you have to know.

he takes a deep breath, "what tara says happened, is that gemma took off while they were out, so she sent your brother to watch over her, and she went to jax's house. stahl freaked, shot edmund hayes, gemma shot polly, and stahl pinned the blame on her. half– eddie took off to find tara, and cameron must have followed him from their safe house. cameron was going to kill abel, but your brother stepped in, and got stabbed in the process. he tied her up in the nursery, and left with abel."

"the same man who killed my brother, has my son?" you ask, and he nods. "and tara just let him take my son?"

"well, i wouldn't say that—"

"everyone's ready," juice says, stepping up to the driver's side window, pulling the door open.

"hang tight," opie says, patting your knee before closing the door, and walking over to his bike.

"hey baby," juice says softly, "i'm sorry."

you nod, but don't say anything. you pull your seatbelt on, and lean back. you and juice had been together for a couple of months, with jax's blessing of course. he'd been great, amazing even. part of you would always love jax in a way that juice would understand, and he was okay with that. knowing you would be crawling into bed with him every night was good enough to ease any worries he might have had. juice had been rock solid in your life, a shoulder you privately cried on when jax had initially asked for the divorce.

you saw it coming from a mile away, while you'd loved each other greatly, it just wasn't the same kind. you knew that in the beginning, the middle and especially at the end. you also knew that if you didn't agree, or you tried to convince him to stay, that you'd lose him for real. he'd grow to resent you, and you'd grown to hate him for resenting you. you couldn't live in a world where jax wasn't at least a part of your life in some capacity. so that meant an amicable split, and seeing him when you dropped off abel. despite what most people think about your relationship, things haven't changed.

jax is still one of your best friends, and when you're not working, you're usually at his house. your relationship label may have changed, but your relationship hadn't. opie had been the most worried when you'd told him you were getting divorced. his two best friends splitting? nightmare. but when you told him there were no hard feelings, well, he actually didn't believe you at first. it took seeing you both in action to actually understand that you were serious. then, you found out you were pregnant.

it didn't change anything, you were still getting divorced, but jax was actually really excited. he'd told you about all his worries about becoming a father, and you reassured him that he'd be great. in turn he did the same for you. he joined you at every appointment, and played a very active role in your pregnancy. he helped you find an apartment close to his house, and spent a lot of time by your side helping you with nursery set up, moving, and everything in between.

gemma was probably the most heartbroken over your split. she loved you just as much as (and sometimes more than) jax. she helped you a lot over the years, especially when she found out about her grandbaby. gemma made the transition from wife, to ex and baby momma so much easier. she was a cheerleader for you, and always in your corner. you were incredibly lucky to have them, and be in the situation you were in. tara on the other hand... she was the opposite. gemma clocked it the moment you went into labour prematurely.

you'd been stressed over work, being the only manager on an already understaffed team was difficult but so was being pregnant. you'd never planned on getting pregnant, so there were a lot of things at work you decided were to be dealt with later. the moment you found out, you were trying your damnedest to get things ready. the stress got to you, and manifested itself in making your pregnancy high risk, and then landing you in the hospital way earlier than you should have been. it was obvious to you the moment jax came to see you after abel was born that tara thought it was your fault.

later it became clear to you that she just didn't like you, something you didn't notice in your teen years. you'd never really spent any time with her then, but the more time you spent with her after your son's birth, because lets face it anytime you went to visit jax she was there. all smiles, and cooing at your son until jax left the room, and then a scowl and general disinterest in you reared its ugly head. now things were different. she let a terrorist kill your baby brother, and kidnapp your son. karma was about to take her ass for a ride, and you were going to be driving.

"hey," juice says, his warm hand finding yours over the center console, snapping you from your thoughts. "we're here,"

you turn your head, and see clay speaking to tara in the doorway. your vision goes dark. you don't even remember getting out of the car, let alone walking over to tara and grabbing a handful of her hair. you're yelling is incomprehensible, but it's obvious to onlookers that you're sobbing as you beat the shit out of her. you come to again with juice's arms around you, pulling you into the house, and opie pulling tara inside into a different room. your only injury is three claw marks across your cheek, but tara is quite a bit worse for ware.

"what the hell were you thinking?!" jax snaps at you, upon pulling you away from juice, and into abel's nursery.

"i was thinking about how that bitch let some guy take my fucking baby and kill my baby brother!" you scream at him, breaking down all over again. "my baby..."

his expression softens, and he wraps an arm around you, pulling you into a hug. you sob into his shoulder, loud, heartbreaking, borderline violent wails.

"i'm sorry about your brother, i really am, but you can't blame tara."

you pull back, weaseling away from his grip, "can't i?"

"it could have happened to anyone, it could have happened to you."

"i would have died, jackson, and i think you better than anyone knows that. i would have died for abel. for eddie. i would not have let that man get away with everything i love." you say, sobering, violent, hot anger courses through you. "i would have died or killed him. i wouldn't have let him walk out the door."

he just stares at you. his once bright blue eyes dark, like the light behind them died. you know he knows exactly how you feel. that he blames tara to some degree. but you don't really care. you're numb. your heart aching in a way you've never felt before. in a way you'd never wish upon your worst enemy. tara included, despite what she did. the worst part is you don't have the one person you want to talk to about it. eddie died protecting her, and his nephew. what did tara do? she let herself get tied up, let cameron take your baby, let cameron kill your brother. tara lost nothing, and once again, you've lost everything.

"i want to kill her jax," you say finally, after what feels like an eternity of silence, his sad eyes just staring back at you. "that's not rational, not right. but i've just lost the two single most important people in my life, and i want to kill her for it."

"i understand what you're saying, why you're saying it," he says slowly, "but you're right, it's not rational."

"when abel comes home, she's not allowed to be around him by herself. i don't care what that means. i don't feel comfortable with her being alone with our son." you tell him, fingers grasping the cool leather of his kutte to pull him in closer. "i don't want to see, hear or think about her until then, and you bet your ass, i'm coming with you to bring him home, whatever, and wherever that takes us."

jax briefly looks scared of you, but he collects himself just as quickly as you let him go, and brush past him back out the way you came.

"you're lucky you're not dead," you seeth, flipping tara off with both hands as you walk back out to your car.

worried about your well-being and your mental state, jax sends juice home with you when you leave. the drive to your apartment, albeit quick, is silent. how does one comfort someone who lost both their only child, and only brother in a matter of minutes? besides, juice knows you well enough to know that you'll talk when you're ready. if you're ever ready. and right now? you don't know if you'll ever be. the fear of unraveling that far scares you. so for now, you think positively, and you keep moving forward.

it takes four hours, before agent stahl is in your living room, sitting on your couch. juice stands in the kitchen, watching the exchange from the sink, where he's washing your lunch dishes.

"so, mrs teller, where were you yesterday afternoon?" she asks, and you immediately understand why the club hates the woman so much.

"the divorce might not be finalized yet, but it's miss epps, and i was half-way to seattle."

"ah, yes, i forgot about that... why were you heading to seattle?"

"i don't really see how that's going to get my son back, seeing as you know who took him already."

"we need to get a picture together of everyone's movements."

"i got a phone call a few days ago, my mother's in the hospital there. she wanted to see me, so i was going."

"as i understand it, you aren't close with your mother?"

"no. look, agent stahl, this isn't helping. get your ass out there and look for my son. you're the reason my brother died, i'm not interested in you being the reason my son dies too. do your fucking job." you abruptly stand up, and walk into the kitchen.

you want to throw something. you want to scream. you want to be violent and aggressive. you miss your brother. you miss your baby. you want them back. most of all, you want this nightmare to be over.

when jax tells you they're heading to ireland, you pack light, but take abel's favourite stuffed animal, a white bear with a blue hat, mitts, scarf and booties. you carry the bear with you, hugging it tightly when you worry you're about to fall apart. jax's reassuring hand on your knee, and juice's hand in yours keeps your grounded. you lose yourself a little every time you think you're going to see abel, and then are denied at the last moment.

when father ashby finally drops the bomb on you and jax; that he'd been adopted, sold to another family, you break down. father ashby tries to comfort you, but nothing he says changes anything.

"i don't care about your fucking god, i don't. i don't care about your promise to john teller. i want my fucking baby back. your cousin has caused me enough pain; by killing my fucking brother. don't make the mistake of keeping my son from me." you scream, uncaring who hears you. "i'm sure you know the saying desperate people, do desperate things. desperate doesn't even begin to cover what i am, and what i'm willing to do to get abel in my arms, and back home."

you lay in bed all day, the blanket pulled up over your head, your eyes squeezed closed, the bear tucked under your arm. you've felt sick from the moment you'd heard that abel might be gone. whisked away by some—in their defence, probably oblivious, but lovely—couple, about to be taken god knows where. the very notion, that you could go home empty handed hurts, burns, stabs at your heart. you feel like someone's cut you open, and taken a knife to your chest. poking and proding at all the parts you should never poke and prod at.

you've never felt worse in your life; physically, mentally, and emotionally. you're drained, exhausted, and contemplating ending your life. you've never felt so low. you're almost embarrassed as the idea crosses your mind, but the longer you stew, the longer it seems like a really appealing idea. incredibly selfish, but desperation is like that. you weren't sure how jax was downstairs, enjoying the night, the party, the people... how he wasn't suffocating, like you were. everthing is falling apart, collapsing around you, and he's acting like everything's a-ok.

you don't hear the bedroom door open, but you startle when you feel the bed dip behind you. fight mode activates, and you leap from the bed, eyes scanning for a weapon. then you see jax's face in the reflection of the window, your heart rate slows.

"you asshole, make some noise when you move around. i thought i was about to get murdered..." you close your eyes, hands dropping to your sides. "why are you here?"

"i'm so sorry," his voice is barely a whisper, you vaguely make out the trembling of his bottom lip, and the tears streaming down his face. "this never– never should have happened."

your expression softens, and you sink back down on the small bed. you pull jax in, his head resting on your shoulder as you hold him. you'd only ever seen him cry a few times, but that was usually how you could tell he was past his breaking point. jax always perseveres, pushing forward. you're the slightly unstable, completely unhinged one. he's the calm, rational thinker.

"i don't blame you." you tell him, "i don't even blame tara, anymore. i blame stahl. it's her fault all this shit happened. had she not shot edmund, none of this would have happened."

he nods against your shoulder, then lifts his head. the kiss is unexpected, but not unwelcome or unwanted. the sex is fantastic, it always is with jax, but it just further complicates an already complicated situation. it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what happened come morning when juice pops his head into the room to see how you're doing. he's hurt, but he understands to an extent. he loves abel. he loves you and by extension abel is part of you, so what's not to love? under normal circumstances, he knows this would not be an issue, but nothing about what's happening is normal.

he knows you're grieving, he knows as abel's father, jax can relate to your struggles more than anyone. what he doesn't understand, is why, even while in the midst of a divorce, the pair of you would do something like that. how despite this, he shoves his concerns aside, and closes the door, banging heavily on it to wake the pair of you. he doesn't avoid your eye, or not take your hand when you reach for his, or walk out of every room you walk into. he instead, keeps his mouth shut, and supports you. the guilt gnaws at you, and you spend the majority of the day avoiding jax, and he you (and juice).

after your night with jax, you brush your hair, actually get dressed, and spend the afternoon playing cards with juice, opie and happy, and try really hard to feel normal. it works for a few hours, until you find out that your son has been taken, again from his new adopted parents, and that they were brutally murdered in their hotel room. discovering jimmy was behind it surprises no one, but sets you into yet another tailspin. terrified of what could happen to him, terrified that jimmy would kill him if he got too annoying.

luckily, your fears never play out, because father ashby trades himself for abel. when jax walks back through the doors of the apartment you'd all been staying in, with abel in his arms you can't help the happy tears. shaky, holding your breath, hand over your mouth, you stare at your unharmed baby in jax's arms. seeing abel for the first time in what feels like an eternity is like a cold water shock to your system. when jax hands him over to you, letting you finally hold your son after weeks without him.

he smiles up at you, cooing softly, and reaching for your hair. it's like every bad, anxiety moment slips away. it doesn't matter that he was gone, all that matter's is that he's home, in your arms, surrounded by all the people who fought to bring him home, his family.

[witchthewriter]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬' 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

Warnings: swears, mention of blood and bruising, also creeps

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝐉𝐀𝐗

・Not surprised, but a tad shocked. He was used to this behaviour from his mother.

・But when he laid his eyes on you, all he could feel was pride.

"How'd the other guy look?"

"Way fuckin' worse, sweetheart," you said with a smirk.

"That's my girl."

・His arm wrapped around you as you left the station, Unser already pulling strings to get you out. Plus, the guy wasn't going to press charges.

・While getting on the back of Jax's bike you said, "You know what, it felt pretty good."

"I know it does babe, but please don't make it a regular thing," he replied and lightly slapped you on your thigh.

"I'll do my best..."

𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐄

・"The hell did that come from?" He asked as you walked through the front door, nursing a very swollen black eye. Apparently punching first doesn't mean you've won the fight.

・"Ugh, would you believe me if I said I ran into a pole?"

"You hate running."

"Fuck, you're right."

・Out of all the guys, he's the most surprised. It took him a while to process it, the story, the lump on your forehead.

・But to him, it meant you accepted this life.

・From his first marriage, Opie was used to having a s/o who was against the club, but with you - you took it in your stride.

・Completely intergrating with it.

・He pulled you onto his lap, cupping your face.

"That's a fucking big one," Opie said, tracing the outline of the bruise.

"I know. But I was the only one left standing."

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐒

・Taken aback, mostly upset because you were arrested.

"You're saying my Old Lady, Y/n Telford, was arrested?"

"Yes," Unser said on the other side of the call. He watched you from the door.

Your head was leaning against the cold brick wall. Eyes shut, nose bleeding, but that was the extent of your injuries.

"And may I ask why, she got arrested," Chibs growled.

"She assaulted someone," with Unser's reply, a smile grew on your face.

"She fuckin' what-" then the line went fuzzy and all Unser heard was "I'm coming," before Chibs hung up.

・You weren't worried. Not about being arrested. Because you knew Chibs wouldn't let you stay in here.

・And you were right, because that very afternoon you were released and Chibs grabbed ahold of your face, checking for injuries.

"What were you thinking lass?"

"Oh honey, I wasn't-"

𝐓𝐈𝐆

・Surprised and kinda turned on by it

・It had been pure luck that you weren't arrested. The Sheriffs had been occupied with actual crime ... not a woman punching a creep square in the face.

・However, once Tig came home and saw the swollen, bruised hand of yours, he instantly knew what had happened.

"Look, all I'm gonna say is ... I'm proud of you baby. You put those creeps in their places. But next time, I want a few rounds too."

・You smiled up at him, and went to push yourself up from the couch but grimaced as you used your hand.

"Yeah, it's gonna be a bit tender for a while. Just relax. I'll do whatever you need me to."

・And then he came over and kissed your hand, examining the darkness that was still developing, the splits in the skin.

"Sheesh, you did a good job," Tig mumbled and went to go get your first aid kit.

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘

・The PROUDEST.

・The next day he told everyone in the meeting what happened and all the Sons clapped him on the back.

"Happens to all of us," Jax said with a wink.

・Not only was happy, Happy, he was ecstatic. Because it meant you weren't averse to violence...

・Not that he would readily bring it into the home now, it just meant that you didn't find him or his work disgusting.

・He's always worried about that. That one day, you'll just up and leave because this life isn't for you.

・But you know how he feels, and it was part of the reason why you gave that guy a shiner.

・He would've been only a few years older than you, but he wouldn't stop hitting on you. Not even when you told him you weren't single.

・So you thought, "fuck it, my family is a fucking bikie club," and you went for it.

・Explaining that to Happy made him ... kind of emotional.

𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐄

・Completely shocked.

・Not in a million years did he think you would be in a fight. Or at least a punch up.

・You were quite fiesty, and that's part of the reason why he loved you

・But he never thought that side of you would become physical.

"Babe, why?" Juice asked over his bowl. He had made dinner that night, wanting to do something.

"The fucker kept on staring at me. Even after I told him to knock it off, twice."

"Oh, he had it coming then."

・A part of him was upset that you had to defend yourself. He always wants to be the one to do that.

[persephone411]

Sex related stuff Jax Teller definitely has done

Had a Three,Four, or Fivesome

Shared girls with Opie (spitroast style)

Has been handcuffed

Has been blindfolded

Filmed a sextape

Had public sex at a Samcro party

Girls sucked him off in toilet stalls during Highschool

Had sex in the school library

Feel free to add your own headcanons

[kdogreads]

My Savior

Chibs Telford x reader (minors DNI)

Warnings: implied kidnapping, injuries described, disassociation due to trauma, death (only the bad guys), nothing too graphic overall but please be gentle to yourself and skip this one if it will make you uncomfortable ❤️

AN: idk why I am so in my feels lately but I just love this man 😭

Check out my masterlist for more Chibs content 😍

Your head hung low as the fatigue of hunger, exhaustion, and fear weighed on your body. There was commotion outside the bolted door to your back and you prepared for more abuse to ravage your body and mind. You shut your eyes and willed yourself to go somewhere else in your mind, anywhere else.

You floated to an unlikely oasis, the Sons’ clubhouse. The smells flooded your senses: booze, cigarettes, weed, even the slight fragrance of sex brought you comfort, silly as it was, because it smelled like safety to you. You tried to place yourself at the bar top, surrounded by the laughter, arguing, chatting of the guys. Next to you and all around you, like a blanket of safety, you felt his arms around your waist, hands pressing into the small of your back in a comforting embrace; Filip.

Baby, you heard in your head, his voice washing over you like a summer breeze.

Baby.

“Christ, baby. Come back to me, love, please,” A desperate plea caused you to tense your body, “I’m gonna take ya home, lass, come on.” The familiar accent you loved so much sounded like it was right in front of your battered face.

You fluttered your eyes open, daring to leave your dreamscape just for the slim chance your mind wasn’t lying to you.

“There ya are, love, tha’s it,” You shuddered as a calloused, gentle hand brushed against your cheek, “Oh, lass, ‘m so sorry, my love. Come on, I’m gettin’ you outta here.”

You started to believe what you were seeing, close enough for you to touch. He was here.

Your Filip was here, right in front of you, reaching out to hold you, to wrap you in that warm embrace you so desperately willed yourself to imagine.

“Filip?” You croaked, your voice breaking as the realization finally sank in that he found you. He saved you.

“Aye, M'annsachd (my blessing), ‘m here,” He cooed to you, staring deep into your bruised eyes as you reached out to cling to the black cotton of his plain sweatshirt, “Put yer arms around me, lass. Come on.”

You did as he said, not thinking, just giving yourself over wholly to Filip, your savior.

He slid one arm around your back and the other under your bent knees, grasping you as gently as he could as to not cause you any more pain. Like you weighed nothing at all, he lifted you from the cold, hard concrete you’d lived on for god knows how many hours, maybe days. Exhausted and relieved beyond measure, your head fell to his broad shoulder as you slipped back and forth between awareness and unconsciousness.

You felt the heaviness of the room change as Filip carried you through the doorway, into one hallway, and turning down another.

“Oh Christ, sweetheart,” Another familiar voice filled your ears; Tig. “Is she alright?”

“Aye, for now. Let’s go,” Filip answered as you felt Tig’s hand brush over your hair affectionately.

Your eyes fluttered open and shut as Filip carried you through some rooms and up a flight or two of stairs. You caught a glimpse of who you could only assume used to be your captors. Their bodies slumped in an unnatural way, blood dripping down the wall behind them. Filip would tell you what they’d done to them if you asked, but you decided right then that you didn’t care. All that mattered is they found you, and those monsters got what they deserved.

A heavy door swung open and you felt the warmth of the sunshine beaming onto your skin for the first time in days. It washed a relief onto you that was only amplified when you saw the faces of more of the guys fleeting past you. Bobby, Opie, Jax, Happy, and Juice came into your view as Chibs kept walking towards the van, each with a look of despair or sympathy on their faces. Half-Sack sat up in the driver’s seat and turned the engine over as you got closer, his eyes widened.

You knew you must be looking worse for wear, but it must be worse than you thought given the looks each of the men gave you.

Filip settled you into his lap as the guys filed into the van and headed off towards home. Your bones began to ache as the shock wore off and the reality of your condition set in.

“Sleep, lass. We’ll get you home,” Chibs cooed into your ear, his hand brushing over your bloodied hair in the most comforting touch you’d ever felt.

You weren’t sure how long you were in the van, but you heard murmurs here and there as you faded in and out of sleep.

“Aye, she’ll be alrigh’, she’s gonna need all of us to get through it,” Filip spoke quietly during one of your short periods of awareness.

“We’re here both of you, brother,” Jax responded first.

“For anything, bro,” Bobby added warmly.

A chorus of mmhmm’s and yep’s followed the sentiments, undoubtedly accompanied by nods.

The next several hours went by in a blur. You were vaguely aware of the familiar voices coming and going, offering sweet encouragement and reassurances. You lost count of everyone who was there, but you made a note to thank every one of them for being there for you.

When you finally came to for more than a moment, the comfortable weight of a broad, calloused hand in yours pulled you fully into the waking world.

“Baby?” You croaked as best you could, throat dry from being under for so long.

“There’s my girl,” Filip smiled as he brought your hand to his lips, “Back wi’ the livin’”

“Thanks to you, Filip,” You weakly reached for his face, fingers gliding through the scruff on his chin, “You saved me.”

He leaned into your touch, pressing another sweet kiss to your knuckles, careful not to pressure on the bruises blossoming there.

“Aye, lass, maybe so,” He stood up to wrap you in his arms as best as he could over the rails of the hospital bed, “But you saved me long, long ago just by bein’ you, my angel.”

[ravennaortiz]

Your Sister

This is the 9th installment of the Not What It Seems Series

Summary: Opie goes to Jax to figure out how why you won't speak to him. As always 18+.

Jax was sitting outside the clubhouse smoking when Opie rode up. "You look rough" stated Jax as Opie hopped up next to him on the picnic table. Opie sighed heavily and ran his hands through his long hair. "Yeah. Your sister hasn't been around to tell me to clean up and shit." mumbled Opie staring at his boots. "Huh. Go figure a crow eater can't keep house" stated Jax feigning shock.

"Funny" replied Opie as he rolled his eyes. "This shit be a lot easier if your sister could learn her place." he added eyeing Jax out the side of his eye. "Careful" warned Jax as he turned to his best friend. Opie put his hands up. "All I'm saying is shes no Donna" stated Opie with a light chuckle to break the tension.

"Yeah Donna was a special type of woman to keep letting you put your dick in every living thing then in her" snapped Jax shooting him a tight smile. "Well you will be happy to know your sister hasn't let me fuck her yet. Which is why I keep "straying". snapped Opie air quoting straying.

"Final warning about how you talk about my sister" growled Jax as he stood up stomping on his unfinished cigarette. Opie rubbed his face before stalking over. "Tell her to come home" he called over his shoulder before riding out of the lot on his bike.

Jax stood for a moment longer before shooting Juice a text telling him to keep his sister out of Charming a bit longer.

[hatersaremymotivators]

Okay so I'm going to start writing fanfiction. I will write for the following:

Sons of anarchy:

Jax

Opie

Tig

Chibs

Happy

Half-Sack

Juice

Kozik

RatBoy

Mayans MC:

Angel Reyes

EZ Reyes

Gilly

Coco

Creeper

Bottles

Guero

Manny

Bishop

Yellowstone:

Kayce Dutton

Rip Wheeler

Ryan

Walker

For any other requests feel free to send an ask or dm and I can do my best to get it written for you.

[hotdamnhunnam]

hey babes- i want your headcanon on something, if you’re down?

INCOMING-

I was thinking about what Charlie’s like in bed (as one does), and thought- I wonder if he’s into women being vocal? Like is it a passing thought? Or does he actively try to pull every sound out of you that he can?

And what about jax? And Will? AND Raymond?! I imagine there’s a common thread among them, but also, what would they each have a particularly soft spot for?

I would love to hear your thoughts!!!

Ohhh girl I am so down!!! 🙂‍↕️

I feel like Charlie is definitely into his woman being vocal when he takes her to pound town!! That man is NOT fucking around 🙂‍↔️ (or maybe he is, but you know what I mean by this 😆)

He’s so expressive and in tune with his emotions and I think he carries that into the bedroom too, and craves the same from you… whether it’s moans and groans and grunts, or using words to praise the ways he fills your cunt… damn he enjoys you showing him and telling him just how divine it feels when he destroys you with his cock because it’s everything that you could ever want.

And there is no doubt in my mind that the above applies to every one of his characters too!!! Sooooo since you asked about a few…

………………………………

Jax

He has a particular kink, for ravaging you so good that you can’t form words or even fucking think. And then because he’s such an evil pussy-killer bastard he will taunt you as he breaks your brain and takes it past the brink — he’ll be all use your words, darlin’ when he knows full well that you’re physically incapable of such a thing. You’ll whine and whimper like a nasty little whore, and that’s exactly what he lives for, and the worst best part is that he’ll make you say you’re sorry for being such a stupid cockslut who can’t even take an order from your fucking sex god king.

………………………………

Will

The captain has a kink for control. Not only for the way that he so completely controls your whole body and soul and all three of your holes — but more importantly for self-control. Restraint and discipline and mastery of basic human instincts. These are his biggest kinks. He’s mastered this himself and thinks it’s critical that you master it too, especially because it’s dangerous how you have no limits when it cums to all the kinky shit you’d let your captain do. So all the while as he’s wrecking you he wants you to be self-aware and careful and vocal. The signals don’t have to be verbal but they do have to be clear, straight from your lips to his ear, so that he always knows just when you’re ready for him to take things to the next level of making you his personal fuckhole.

………………………………

Ray

This bearded, bespectacled, revered and respectable gentleman is nothing if not nonchalant. Once you’re his woman he’ll most likely be reluctant in the bedroom to admit that there are certain things he really really wants. Does his debonair dick get rock hard when you scream like a mad bitch in heat as he rails your wet cunt? When you pornographically beg him to cum in that cunt do those words make him burst at his buttoned-up seams all at once? Yes and yes. But he’ll never confess. So sometimes when you need him and desperately plead him for sex he’ll just stand there and stay fully dressed, keep on casually sipping his tea and say feel free to talk. Thankfully it will be plain to see how turned on he is once you get down on your knees for his cock.

………………………………

And that’s all really! lol thanks for the ask bb 😘

[my-bulletz]

✶ JAX TELLER in love with a guy.

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pairing: jax teller + male reader.

warnings: vague internalized homophobia, canon typical violence, vague canon typical homophobia, vague weed talk.

jax didn't think he'd be the type of guy to — like other guys. it’s not like girls didn’t cut it for him before, that was all well and dandy, but he lately found himself staring at the way the leather from your cut shaped around your shoulders a little too long, or how the veins in your arms would pop when you drew your gun. fuck.

and at first, everything was pretty easy to ignore, even if he stared too much and went out of his way to keep his distance — he could pretend it was nothing, jax had a knack for keeping his hands busy on useless flings, and now they proved a better escape. it was a particularly vivid dream and a few stoned deliriums when he hung around the weed shop with juice that told him this wasn’t going away anytime now.

he then thought of everything that was potentially wrong about it. when he didn't have his hands on a trigger, his bike's handle, or some chick's hips — he was overthinking. starting with the fact that no one had to know; and if they did, the club would have to make an exception for him, to any and all rules he would be breaking along the way. jax didn't keep tabs on every archaic rule of the original motor clubs, but he figured having an old man as an old man would be a pretty big hole to patch over.

chibs was the first to know. jax couldn't bring himself to tell opie about it — he didn't know how to feel about it himself, he didn't want to see opie not knowing too. and chibs noticed everything, down to how jax's jaw would tense at any and all comment that he would have found funny before, how he'd leave the bar too quickly, and not hang around the crow-eaters as much as he used to, almost as if he, out of all people, couldn't keep his hands fixed to known, soft curves. not when he closed his eyes and all he saw was sharp edges and rough knuckles.

the talk the two had about it had been awkward and oddly comforting, filled with curses. their backs to the wall and a cig between their fingers. it went something like: “so, the new patch.” “... yeah.” and after a moment of silence and a tightly stiff hug, chibs breathed out, “yer’ an idiot, jackie boy.”

when it blew up for the both of you, it happened in between dirt and beer, blinded by street lights. it had been a stupid brawl; a show to put on during a party of the mc, that grew too personal — especially when his breath hitched when you took off your shirt to go up against him in the makeshift rink. and maybe, he didn't know how to deal with being irrevocably smitten with someone so eager to punch his teeth out.

frustration and confusion about his feelings quickly soured into panting anger and balled up fists. he also remembers flashes of flushes and heat waves striking his skin where pavement sanded his back, it felt kind to be punched, as long as it was you.

not that he'd ever admit that.

even when he found you later in the bathroom, bleeding by his doing and running water over your knuckles, the wraps hanging off the sink, he came to you like a storm, frowning and seething, kissing the blood off your lips, hard enough he might've broke something else, he pulled away just as so, daring you. everything a challenge with jax.

that too faded away; into yearning and sickeningly sticky grudges that tasted too much like honey, you two didn' talk about the pushing towards greedy encounters in grimy bathrooms, not for a long while. his bike to yours even when he missed having you in his hands, he knew that if it was known and went south, both of you'd get shunned and blacked out, and even if the club looked past it, the other charters just wouldn't have it. so bathrooms it was.

he'd call you his boyfriend — not only in the dark — smell a whiff of gunpowder and call that home, if he could.

he wants to, just not now. and it hurts, and the knife twists, because they don't teach you what to do when everyone looks out for their old ladies, but you have to watch bullets grazing the man you love everyday, having to shoot too.

only when you strapped a bulletproof vest alongside your chest, cocked your gun and prepped yourself for a meeting made to go awry, only then he felt the very palpable fear of losing someone he didn't have the chance to claim as his.

everyone's family locked tight and safe in the clubhouse. before anyone took off on their bikes, jax kissed you briefly, it felt like a shot in on itself, his hands on each side of your face, holding you like water. “see you later.” his voice a lot like an order, even when his thumb ran alongside your jaw — not even trying to be soft, he didn't know how with you. before you had a chance to react and do something other than lick your lips, jax was already hopping on his bike before anyone else could, racing off, with all of the member's eyes on him, and you.

well, that would be a conversation to be had when they all came back.

[imagineredwood]

What are some HC’s you can see for Yandere! Jax?

Kept this one a little...mild 👀

Absolutely makes a copy of your house key

He doesn't use it that you know of until it's a matter of safety

Maybe if you feel unsafe one day

A string of break ins happening around the neighborhood

And you happen to mention to him late one night over text that you can't sleep because you're scared

He says he'll come over and spend the night and you don't bother to get up and unlock the door until you hear him pulling up

But before you can get to it, he's already unlocking the door and opening it

Gives that smile with a hint of sheepishness to it

"Made a copy a while back just in case."

He also is the type to me that sabotages or interfere with any other men that may be trying to get close to you

Becomes scary and intimidating to drive them off

Definitely pretends to be an ex of yours just to make them extra sure to stay away

Rationalizes all of his behaviors under the guise of safety

"I gotta keep checking up on you, Darlin'. Make sure you're still ok and safe."

"Yeah I keep track of where you go on different days of the week. A man's gotta know where his loved ones are."

"These security cameras are for your safety. That way I can always check in on you and make sure you're ok."

He "accidentally" bumps into you while grocery shopping and slides his card into the machine before you can argue

Then keeps the receipt as an easy way to memorize your favorite drinks and foods

Then always has them when he asks you to come over to hang out with him and Abel

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