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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years ago

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I’m here for the new prompt list!! Happy New Years beauty , thanks for this amazing surprise!

Could I request Jax Teller with First time as a couple?

⬆️ I would like to be “destiny” 😈 LOL

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Cotton and Lace

Contains: Fluff, smut, (oral sex F receiving, fingering, P in V)

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The beginning

You and Jax were sitting on the couch in the corner as the Friday night party went on around you. Jax's hand was on your thigh as you talked about your day, a soft smile on his face as you spoke.

"It was so funny, dude slips on a wet floor sign then goes on and on about suing like he had a case. And then he tried to pull that his lawyer was a family friend and that if we didn't give him free shit for a year, he would make sure that we all ended up homeless. He only left when we called our own lawyer and handed the phone to him."

Jax sighed, "you are a saint, you know you can come and work at T-M?'

You shook your head, "no, I think our relationship stays alive because I'm not near Gemma everyday of the week."

Jax chuckled, "she can be a lot."

You leaned in and kissed him, Jax smiling against your lips as an idea came over him, "you wanna head home?"

You thought for a moment, "I'd like that, but as long as you come with me."

He smirked, "that's the plan darlin."

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You got to Jax's front door and he helped you off his bike, then you handed him back his helmet, "we'll have to get one of your own, you were holding onto me so tight I thought you were going to break one of my ribs."

You shook your head, "you're the one that gave me your helmet, I was making sure that you stayed on the bike."

He chuckled, "sure darlin. You wanna come in for a nightcap?" His tone made it clear he was looking for more than just a beer and a goodnight kiss.

"Yep, I'll take tea if you've got some?"

The smile on Jax's face grew, he knew what that meant, "I think there's tea inside." He placed his hand on your back as you walked in his front door, kicking off your shoes while holding onto Jax for balance.

He pointed towards the kitchen with a smile and removed his kutte, handing it on the hook, "this way."

You nodded, "I've been to your house before, I know where your kitchen is." You sat at the table while Jax boiled the water and went to the fridge to get himself a beer.

"You got any plans for the morning?"

You shook your head, "nope, I have a drawer here, I was hoping you'd let me stay the night."

Jax smiled, "that sounds nice."

He sat down opposite you and took your hand, "I've really enjoy spending time with you."

You smiled, "me too, I wouldn't be here if I didn't." Jax leaned over the tabled and kissed you, soft at first, then he deepened it as you reached your hand up to hold his face.

"I'm not really feeling like tea now, maybe we go head to the bedroom?"

Jax smiled and took your hand, standing up and dragging you towards the bedroom. He opened the door and you followed him in, standing in the middle of the room waiting for him to do something.

Jax's hands cupped your face, "if you don't want tea, what do you want?"

You smiled, "you."

Jax smiled back and leaned down to kiss you, "I can do that." His hands moved from your face to your top and buttoned it, a sudden realisation hitting you as you stopped his hands with a giggle.

"What? If you're not up for it that's ok, we can wait as long as you need."

You shook your head, "no I want to. I know we had that conversation about what we were into and being safe and all that but I wasn't planning for this tonight and I'm not dressed for this occasion." You looked down and Jax followed your gaze, "my socks don't even match."

Jax smiled and kissed you gently, "that's alright, I'm not really paying attention to your underwear anyway, not this time at least."

You giggled, "ok."

Jax kissed you, harder this time and you felt your knees get weak as he walked you back towards the bed. Your knees hit the edge and you fell backwards, Jax going with you as he caught himself in his hands. "You sure you want to do this?

You nodded, "yes, are you?"

He smirked, "hell fucking yeah."

He went back to your top, popping the buttons and smiled as you sat up and shrugged it off your shoulders, "I like this colour and the lace is pretty."

You giggled, "just wait till you get a look at my granny panties." He didn't say anything else, settling for kissing your lips, then your cheek then down your neck and to your chest.

His lips brushed your skin and then he was running his hand up your back and to the clasp of your bra. "Can I?"

You nodded, "please." He smiled at you then the bra was opening, Jax's hand reaching up and brushing the straps off your shoulders.

His eyes went wide as they landed on your chest, "wow you have nice tits, I thought they looked nice with your clothes on but this is something else."

You smiled, "you're very sweet." His lips returned to where they were before he removed your bra, grazing the skin until they were moving down to your breasts. His lips wrapped around your nipple and his fingers found the other, his touch gentle. You placed your hands on the back of his head and wove your fingers into his hair, Jax sighing as you pressed him closer.

You went to remove your pants but he grabbed your hand, pulling away from your breast briefly, "let me do that." His mouth and his fingers swapped positions as he reached down with his free hand and unbuttoned your jeans. He pulled away from your breast and looked down with a smile, "I like them."

You giggled, "they aren't the most fancy pair I own."

You lifted your hips as Jax pulled them down, stopping to remove your socks, "I like these too."

You shook your head, "now you're just sweet talking me." When you were in nothing but your panties, you reached over and unbuttoned his blue flannel Jax sliding it off his ample shoulders with a smirk, "why do you need to wear so many layers?"

Jax chuckled and pulled back, taking off his top as your eyes raked over his newly bare skin, "you like what you see darlin?"

You smiled, "oh, most definitely." He kissed you again and you reached to undo his belt and pulled it away before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. You broke away from him and looked into his eyes with a silent question, Jax nodding softly.

You slid your hand into his pants and palmed his hard cock, your eyes going wide, "don't worry, we'll go slow." You nodded softly and pulled his pants down then wrapped your finger around the hem of his boxers and yanked them down, freeing his cock as he moaned.

"You good?" His tone was soft as he lifted his hand to cup your cheek.

You smiled softly and kissed him, pulling back just far enough to reply, "I'm great."

You went to grab his cock but he stopped you, "let's focus on your tonight, we have plenty of time for everything else."

You wrinkled your eyebrows, "what, but.."

He stopped you, "hey, I've got a reputation to uphold."

You giggled, "ok, well I'm going to make it up to you."

He smiled, "I can wait, lie back and let me make you feel good?"

You nodded and did as he asked, getting comfortable while he watched your every move. He hovered over you and pressed his lips to yours, his beard scratching your skin as his hands ran up and down your legs and with one final sweep, pulled your panties off.

He kissed down your body, bypassing your breast with his lips but picking up the slack with his hands, the callouses on his fingers making you feel warm as his lips moved down your body. He reached your hips then lifted your legs over his shoulders. He looked up at you with a smile, "can I?"

You nodded, "please." Jax kissed your inner thigh, slowly working his way towards your centre until his lips were brushing your core. He spread you open then licked you from entrance to clit and you gasped as Jax wrapped his lips around your clit. You twitched and Jax's forearm came down to hold your hips down as he took his other hand and circled his entrance with two fingers.

You moaned as he slid them inside you, his fingertips searching for your G-spot, you twitched again when he found it and Jax smiled against you, pulling back and replacing his mouth with his thumb, "found it."

You sighed, "you are a smug bastard."

Jax laughed and his mouth returned to your flesh, his arm pressing down harder as he built you up.

"Go a bit slower please." Jax listened before you finished speaking, his fingers slowing until you gasped, "that's much better, thank you."

Jax lifted his arm off your body long enough to wrap around your thigh before pulling you close then went back to hold you down. Jax listened to your every direction with no hesitation or complaint. Just as you reached the edge, he pulled away and replaced his mouth with his fingers and kissed your inner thigh. You tapped him with your knee and he lifted his head, "what gives dude?"

Jax smirked, "the night is still young."

You rolled your eyes, "we have all our lives for that, don't be a tease."

Jax's smirk widened, "our whole lives darlin, you really feel that way?"

You smiled, "yes, now get back to it or I'll change my mind."

He kissed the top of your thigh with a soft smile, "alright then darlin." When his mouth returned to your core, he didn't stop and with one more pass of his fingers to your G-spot you arched off the bed and contracted around his fingers.

Jax worked you through and you fumbled for his hand, Jax lifting his forearm off your hips to link his hand in yours as the orgasm faded. He kissed his way up your body until he reached your mouth, kissing you slow and soft until you wrapped your arms around his body and pulled him close.

He pulled his lips away from you with a smile, "you wanna keep going?"

You nodded, "yes please." Jax kissed your cheek and opened the top drawer, pulling out a condom, ripping open the packet and rolling it on his cock.

"You sure? You can always tell me no and I won't be mad."

You smiled, "yes I want this and you are very sweet." Jax kissed the tip of your nose and moved back to hover over you, lifting your legs and wrapping them around his waist.

He pressed his lips to yours and you placed your hands on his chest as he grabbed his cock, "you tell me if you want to change anything yeah?"

You smiled, "of course, can you please stop being so sweet?"

Jax sighed, "no way." His lips found yours as he slid inside you with a groan. He paused to let you adjust, his chest pressing to yours as his hand moved to your clit. His fingers moved in soft circles as his hips started to rock, taking a slow and steady pace until he was rolling his hips into you, the head of his cock brushing your G-spot.

He pulled away from your lips and buried his face in your neck while you pressed your face into his chest as the pleasure grew. You wove your hand into Jax's hair and he kissed from your neck to your cheek then your temples then finally your lips.

You tightened your legs and held him tighter to you, Jax moaning as his hips picked up speed, "please, Jax, I need more."

His voice was tight as he replied, "I can do that." He pushed himself up on one arm to gain leverage and looked into your eyes, his fingers pressing harder as he ground into you. You reached a hand up to stroke his cheek and Jax smiled at you, turning his head to kiss your palm.

"Jax, I'm close."

He grunted, deeper and more desperate this time, "I know, me too." Jax put more weight on his knees and slammed inside you, "you can let go, I'm here."

How were you to deny such a request, with one last roll of his hips, you came around him and Jax's pace faltered as he did his best to keep his composure. You took his face in your hands and kissed him, Jax nose bumping yours, "I love you."

Jax smiled against your skin then dropped his forehead to yours to look into your eyes, "I love you too." He kissed you again and came with a grunt, his chest falling onto yours as he caught his breath.

He rolled off you and threw the condom in the trash and pulled you into his arms, "how was that?"

You smiled, "it was great, amazing in fact, I do think I owe you a blow job though."

Jax smirked, "like you said, we have all our lives. I love you."

"I love you too Jax."

Fin

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aliferousdreamer · 1 year ago

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here's my jax x tara playlist

thanks to anyone who listens!! ♡♡♡

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garbinge · 2 years ago

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A Very Ugly Tie

Jax Teller & OFC Joanne Teller

Day 06 from these April Prompts: “A very ugly tie”

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: Joanne and Jax get ready for their father’s funeral.

Warnings: Angsty, mentions of death, funerals, mourning. This is sad. But I tried not to get too heavy.

A/N: Joanne Teller has been on my mind a lot so here’s a little snippet from the two Teller siblings' life before their adult craziness. This can fit as a little prequel to Charming Life, but no need to read the multichap to read this! That being said, I’ll still be using my Charming Life Taglist for these one shots!

Charming Life Taglist: @drabbles-mc @livingdeadblondequeen @justreblogginfics

Staring at the photos that were tucked and taped on her mirror was sending her back in time. A simpler time. One where she still felt her innocence. Where her father was still alive. Despite it being November, the California sun made the weather comfortably warm, but Joanne was anything but comfortable. The sheer curtains were blowing quietly as the breeze from the window came in, it sent a light shiver down her spine. Quickly, she turned to grab the black shawl to go over her black dress. Figuring out what to wear to her father’s funeral was finding itself to be harder than she thought, although maybe the issue was that she hadn’t given it much thought at all. Being the oldest Teller sister, most of the responsibility of the funeral fell on her. Gemma helped, but she was so far up Clay’s ass and fake mourning that Joanne was forced to step up.

She stared at herself in the mirror for a minute, taking in her outfit at the shawl fell down her shoulders exposing her shoulders along with the half started tattoo sleeves that ran down her arms. With a sigh, she grabbed a hair tie and pulled her blonded streaked black hair back into a ponytail.

“Guess this is as good as it’s gonna get.” She mumbled to herself and grabbed her bag off the bed before tossing it over her shoulder and taking one last look around to make sure she grabbed the book her father had recently finished that she stole from the living room. War and Peace. It was something the two of them did, a little unspoken tradition. JT always had his head in a book and when he’d read the last sentence on the last page, he’d close it, lean back, sigh and place it on the corner of the coffee table and move on to the next. The following day, the book would be gone because it was in Joanne’s room. It was a way she’d feel connected to her father, occasionally they’d talk about the books, the way they understood the themes, the symbolism, sometimes they’d have similar perspectives, sometimes completely different ones.

Joanne was a few chapters into it, the weight the thousand paged book carried was a lot heavier now that JT was dead. None of it made sense. She tossed the book back on her nightstand and moved over to her bookshelf and grabbed another book. The first one Joanne had taken from her father when she was 12. Yellow Eyes. A book about a beautiful and cruel mountain lion who was left orphaned in the wild and how the obstacles and harshness of life taught him to be strong and fierce. It was meant for a young reader, which is probably why JT left it out for a young Joanne, but it truly shaped her into the woman she was. Gemma liked to take credit for her daughter’s fierceness but Jo knew it came from her father.

She grabbed the book and placed it into her bag before leaving her bedroom and making her way down the hallway. The house was quiet, Gemma was likely already at the funeral home, soaking in every minute of the attention, which left Jo and Jax alone at the house.

Jo stopped at Jax’s door which was slightly open, she lightly knocked before pushing it open a little more. Jax was standing in front of the floor length mirror which was covered in Harley stickers and cutouts of pin-up models. He was frustrated as he attempted to knot the tie around the collar of his shirt, failing for what was probably the millionth time.

“I can’t fuckin’ do this.” He was 16, he never had to learn how to tie a tie. He was the son of the president of a Motorcycle club, despite having gone to a funeral before, one for his few day old brother, the most dressed up he had gotten was a polo shirt for some school event and the club definitely teased the young boy about it. For Thomas’ funeral, it was intimate, short, and very sad, but there wasn’t a need for proper attire since it was done at the hospital day of his passing.

Jo walked over to her younger brother, tossing her bag on his messy unmade bed before moving right in front of him. The irony here was that JT probably should have been the one to teach Jax how to properly do this but now it was up to Joanne.

“The key is to have the narrow side on the left and a little higher.” Jo said as she fidgeted with the tie and started looping and knotting.

Just as she finished she grabbed his shoulders and turned him to the mirror to get a look at himself. His face said it all.

“Why the fuck am I wearing this stupid shit.” Jax moved away to his desk and slapped his lamp off of it in frustration.

“Come here.” Joanne shook her head and met her brother halfway. She started to loosen the tie and take it off over his head before fixing the collar of his black button up shirt, “It was an ugly tie anyway.”

“What are we supposed to do?” Jax asked as Joanne stepped back.

“We finish getting ready, Opie picks us up, we bury our father, and then we drink at the clubhouse.” Jo looked at Jax with a blank face.

“But–” Jax started to argue. She knew that wasn’t the answer he was looking for or even the question he was asking.

“That’s all I got, little brother.” Joanne shook her head. “That’s all I got.” She sat down on his desk chair and started to swivel around in it.

“Why’s Ope picking us up?” Jax plopped in front of Jo on his bed.

“Gemma’s at the funeral home already soaking in the sympathy, I didn’t want to drive so I called Opie.” Jo explained.

There was silence between them for a good few minutes. Jax was deep in thought, Jo could tell because he looked like JT. It made her smile.

“Would you be mad if I took my bike?” Jax didn’t bother looking at his sister, he was staring either out of the window that was above the headboard of his bed or at the Harley poster directly to the right of it.

“No, I think that’d be good.” Jo nodded. “I–uh, I’m gonna bring something to put in the casket. Just somethin’ stupid. It’s a book.” Her head shook as her hands came up to wipe her eyes even though there was no sign of any tears.

“‘S’not stupid, Jo.” Jax’s voice had confidence behind it, something that was missing lately. “I mean, c’mon. That was dad’s thing with you.” He shrugged and then let out a chuckle. “I remember coming to the clubhouse after school one day and you were sitting in the garage next to Dad as he worked on the bike, nose deep into one of the million fuckin’ books he gave you and you looked up and said to Dad, ‘this is the most boring fucking book I have ever read.’”

Joanne laughed, she knew immediately which book it was from the story Jax told.

“The Fountainhead.”

“I thought Dad was going to smack the shit out of you.” Jax grinned.

“He’d never.” Joanne matched his smile. “I’m pretty sure he turned around and said, ‘sometimes reading is less about the pages you’re turning and–’”

“‘–more about the message you’re absorbing.’” Jax finished the sentence. “I still wish he smacked you upside the head.”

Joanne chuckled, “He saved that for you. Remember when you stole his bike in the middle of the night? Jesus Christ, I swear to this day I saw steam coming out of his ears.”

Jax let out a belly laugh, “I took some girl to Dairy Queen.”

The two of them laughed as they reminisced about their father. For a moment feeling like nothing had changed and that they would walk out into the main part of the house and see him sitting at the head of their kitchen table. But soon, reality came crashing down on them as the ringing of the doorbell and the sound of Opie’s voice calling out to them filled the house.

The two siblings looked up at each other. “I guess it’s time.” Jax said standing up.

Joanne nodded and made her way to the door of his room and slipped out, leaving her hand on the wood as she stopped walking for a moment.

“You know, things are gonna change, Jax.” She turned her head over her shoulder to look at him. “But I want you to know, I’m here. I was here when Tommy passed, and I’m still here now.” Joanne paused for a minute to read the room, read her brother’s expression. His head was nodding and there was a small smile growing on his face to show his appreciation so she double tapped on the door with her palm, out of a nervous habit, and left him with one more sentiment.

“And I always will be. Don’t forget that.”

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ravennaortiz · 2 months ago

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That was 🥵🔥💜

kinktober day eighteen - late night sex

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: waiting for your boyfriend to finish up at the clubhouse, but you’re both too desperate to wait until you get home (Jax Teller x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: smut, car sex, unprotected sex(it’s me😇), creampie, reader is mentioned to be on the pill, vp jax, reader is described as wearing a skirt, readers car isn’t described apart from having back doors (if this makes sense??), uh pretty sure that’s it but lmk if i missed any

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 1.8k

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: season one jax my beloved

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you’d arrived at the clubhouse when the boys were in chapel, waiting for them to get out as you hadn’t seen Jax all day. the thump of music from the current party happening making your head spin a little as you sat down next to some of the other girls you knew.

staying where you were sat as the chapel doors opened, watching him intently as he spoke to various people as he walked over to you.

his hands going to the couch behind your head as he leaned down to kiss you, your hands soothing across his chest while he mumbled against your lips.

“hi darlin’, you okay?”

nodding in response, eyes darting around the busy room before standing from the beat in leather couch.

hands soothing across his chest and under his kutte, the leather outlining the broadness of his shoulders. a pleased hum leaving you at the sight of him, while a knowing smirk worked its way onto his face.

reaching for one of his hands and leading him outside, mumbling out about just wanting to go home, but the words go in one ear and out the other. his attention locked on your hips as you walked, glancing over your shoulder at him at his lack of a reply and swatting at his chest.

“mhm sorry sweetheart”

his voice held that lustrous tone, one you’d grown familiar with. leading him towards your car, his mind wandering even further before your soft hands are cradling his face.

“can drop you off in the morning for your bike, would rather not flash everyone we pass”

the way his hands fall to your hips, and even under your skirt show he knows why you don’t want to go home on his bike. but the thoughts in his head started to take over, head nodding at any and all words falling from your lips while his hands kneaded at your ass under your skirt.

“Jax, are you even listening?”

the words fall from your lips softly, despite the hint of frustration plastered across your face. he’s nodding again, but more sincere than before— actually listening this time.

“you don’t wanna ride because you don’t wanna flash everyone, got it”

his hands continued exploring your body, palming and kneading at all the skin he could get his hands on. huffing out a breath of air as he leaned in to kiss you, soft at first before it became needy. his left hand leaving your body to fumble with the handle of the car door, getting it open and helping you inside.

letting his eyes flicker across your body appreciatively before he was leaning in to kiss you again, murmuring out against your lips.

“this okay darlin’? not pushing you, am i?”

shaking your head no in response, only to be met with a more serious look on Jax’s face. resting your hands on his shoulders and drawing shapes with your thumbs.

“words, use your words”

“it’s okay, this is okay”

and the smirk on his face made you smile, a swell of pride filling his chest as he climbed further into the car, your body scooting back as far as you could go to give him more room.

thighs spread as he settled as best he could between them, his big hands flipping up your skirt as his smirk deepened at the sight of your panties.

the delicate lace clinging to your curves, his head dropping to kiss across your throat and up your neck to whisper huskily in your ear.

“these for me?”

nodding as his thumbs hooked into the waistband and slowly pulling them off, a groan falling from his lips at the sight of your pussy drooling between your thighs.

hands moving down to tug at his belt, trying to get it open and sighing as it wouldn’t budge.

“eager huh?”

he chuckled out, sitting up on his knees as much as he could and working open his belt. watching him through your lashes as he shoved his jeans and boxers down enough to free his cock, the head of him already leaking precum.

pulling him down into another kiss and feeling him smirk against your lips, his cock laying heavy against your thigh.

“need you Jax”

another chuckle left him before he was kissing you again, all teeth and tongue as he rutted against your thigh.

whining at the feeling of him pulling back, watching him through hooded eyes as he reached forward into the front seat looking for your bag.

simply watching him as you knew what he was looking for, hearing him curse as he couldn’t find one.

“you always have one, what happened?”

shaking your head in amusement at his question, hands reaching up to cradle his face and pulling him down into another kiss, shorter this time but still filled with the same level of need as the others.

“last time i was here late with you, used it then”

a deep sigh pushing from his lips before they tugged up into a pout, his body pulling back from yours slightly.

irritation painted across his face while his blond locks framed his face, his mind racing and the thoughts of just continuing this when you both got home the foremost in his mind.

“got some at home, can finish this there”

he’d grumbled out, moving his hands to tuck himself back into his boxers before you were stopping him.

arms going around his neck and pulling him back down into another kiss, soft and chaste. whispering softly against his lips while holding his gaze.

“need you Jax, can’t start something and give up halfway through. besides, i’m on the pill”

the proposition has his breath catching in his throat, eyes searching yours and finding nothing but surety. hearing a mumbled and barely audible ‘christ’ fall from his lips, before he was contemplating again.

“we’ve never done it without one before”

but the soft and reassuring look on your face was all he needed. another kiss before pressed to your lips until he was pulling back and taking hold of his cock, pumping himself a couple of times before swiping the head of him through your folds. coating himself in your wetness before nudging himself at your entrance.

eyes flicking up to yours for permission, and getting a nod of approval.

hands grabbing at his biceps as he pushed into your warmth, walls pulsing around him and a shaky groan falling from his lips at the feeling.

the thing is, you and Jax had had sex many times before, but this was new. you’d never let him fuck without a condom before, didn’t want to risk anything.

but the feeling was new, and really welcomed.

it made you both feel closer.

the feeling of you around him was so familiar yet so new at the same time. Jax loved being inside you, helped ease him down after a long day, but this? this was possibly his new favourite.

“fuck feel so good darlin’,”

his groans were needier, the feeling of you around him had groan after groan leaving his lips like a fountain.

his arms on the seat on either side of your head as he slowly started to rock his hips, each drag of his cock had your fingers digging into his arms, nails making little crescent moon indents across his skin.

a cry of his name toppling from your lips caused his pace to pick up, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the confined space.

“jesus, so so good”

his tone dropped an octave lower, the last word catching in his throat as you clenched down on him.

the feeling too much, too good.

and you both felt it.

the pool of heat in the pit of your stomach grew with each push and pull of his hips, breath hitching in your throat before mumbling out to him.

his thrusts holding that same punishing pace he always set, your car rocking slightly with each rock he gave.

his right arm pulling back from next to your head, his hand shaking between your body to press his thumb to your clit. drawing circles in time with his thrusts, causing you to clench down around him again.

“shit— not gonna last long if you keep doing that baby”

the admission had a thrill of excitement running down your spine, knowing that you’re the reason he’s so close already just by letting him fuck you without a condom.

every delicious drag of his cock against your walls kept pushing you closer, mixed with the figure eights he was drawing across your clit. your words coming out in a breathless whine.

“Jax— close baby”

the confession had him groaning again, the pool in his belly matching the intensity of yours. his thrusts stuttering and his head dropping to your shoulder, groans muffled against your skin.

“that’s it, fuck, cum f’me darlin’”

the soft approval had your head nodding instinctively, dominant hand holding his jaw and pulling him down into a kiss. gasping against his lips with another deep thrust before toppling over, the coil in your belly snapping and your climax hitting you with a cry of his name.

his thrusts sloppy, working you through your release and working himself towards his own.

the way your breath continued to hitch, moans breathless and needy spurring him on.

“fuck baby, where? where’d you want it?”

since he buried himself inside, the question was floating around his head.

not wanting to make any decisions on it himself, he put it off until he had verbal confirmation from you.

“insides okay, don’t have anything to clean up with if you didn’t”

the words had a choked out chuckle leaving him, despite the moment you were both having.

his hips continued their sloppy thrusts against yours, chasing his climax and burying his face in against your throat.

both arms on either side of your head again while your fingers brushed through his hair, lips pressing a softer than expected kiss to his temple.

a muffled groan of your name toppling from his lips as his climax washed over him. the flutter of your walls around him having pushed him over.

his cock throbbing in your warmth before spurts of cum filled you, his groans turning needy again and his body staying on top of yours.

continuing to rake your fingers through the blond locks as his hips stilled against you, his cock remaining buried to the hilt as he basked in the aftermath of his high.

“fuck darlin’, too good t’me”

laughing softly at his words, watching him intently as he pulled back enough to meet your gaze. big hands soothing across your thighs while he reluctantly pulled from your warmth, and another groan leaving him at the sight of his cum dribbling out of you.

“can’t go back to fucking with a condom, y’know that? feel too good”

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juiceortiz · 6 months ago

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#thats the show

#soa #jax teller #jaxtelleredit #soaedit #charlie hunnam #charliehunnamedit #sons of anarchy #mine #soamine

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 2 months ago

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please please please something w jealous / possessive jax

answering as a blurb because I think we all need this on a saturday night in november. smut warning obvs

“Do I not give you enough attention, pretty girl?”

All you can do is whine in response, eyes rolling back in your head as his hips slam into yours.

He had you bent over the kitchen counter the minute the two of you got home, wasting no time ripping your panties down your legs and folding you in half the way he wanted.

“Is that why you kept looking at Chibs? Hmm? You think he can give you something that I can’t?”

You try to shake your head, but a particularly sharp thrust sends you careening forwards. You’re convinced you’d fly over the countertop if it wasn’t for Jax’s bruising grip on your hips.

“You’re mine,” he grits out, mouthing at the spot underneath your ear. “Mine, you hear me?”

Your knees buckle as you grapple for leverage, your boyfriend’s hips the only thing keeping you upright. Your breath is coming out in short, sharp pants, lungs burning as you try to process the intensity of the moment.

“Say it.”

“J-Jax, baby- fuck- huh?”

“Tell me you’re mine. Say it. Now.”

Jax wraps a huge hand around your throat, plastering your back to his front as he hits a spot inside of you that makes you weak.

“I’m yours,” you manage to breathe out. “All yours, Jax.”

“Gonna make sure you don’t forget it. Make sure everyone else knows it too. You’re not gonna be able to walk for a week, darlin’. And you’re gonna wear these bruises all pretty, yeah? Just in case there was any fuckin’ doubt about who you belong to.”

You see stars when you come, legs shaking and sweat dripping down your back. Jax sinks his teeth into your shoulder when he finds his release, marking you up for good measure.

“How the fuck am I supposed to cover up a bite mark, Jax?”

“You’re not,” he murmurs, and you can hear the grin in his voice. “That’s the point.”

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fanficimagery · 9 months ago

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The Nanny

When babysitting your neighbor's kid, trouble seems to find you.

Author's Note: SOA AU - No Tara, Clay, or Gemma. Trigger warning for violence! This was supposed to be up for Valentine's Day, but as you can see... that wasn't the case lmao.

Charming, California is one of those picture perfect little towns where everyone tries to be prim and proper, and act like their shit doesn't stink. And in the short time that you've lived here, you quickly realized that the law-abiding citizens hated the fact that Charming was home to a MC, the Sons of Anarchy.

It doesn't bother you to see them riding down the streets as you're out and about, but you do find it hilarious that a majority of the locals either gasp in outrage upon seeing the bikers or avoid them at all costs. You find the bikers very easy-going, but then again the club president is your neighbor.

Jax Teller had taken it upon himself to introduce himself when you were moving in, carrying boxes for you and flashing a rather charming smile as he pumped you for information about yourself. You knew what he was doing, and it was rather laughable, but you had nothing to hide and were a rather boring person, so you gave the information freely. Between the two of you, he was more interesting as a MC president whereas you stayed home and lived off the money your brothers made. Jax seemed interested in what your brothers did for a living that they were able to provide you with the life you have, but you explained they made their money because of the family business that provided private security for celebrities and individuals with a high profile. You helped them with scheduling, but they still did a majority of the work.

Finding out Jax has a son (Abel) makes your heart warm towards the biker, and then warm up to the club when his brothers visit every now and then. Juice was really just a goofball when he wasn't doing business for the club, Chibs was a secret sweetheart, Tig was a little crazy, Happy was hard to read, but it was Opie who was the most normal of the bunch.

You settle into your home quite nicely, working from your little office when your brothers need help to prevent any scheduling conflicts. Then in your downtime, you either have a book in hand or waste time on your gaming system. Jax and his brothers have been over a couple of times, drinking a beer to wind down or eating whatever leftovers you happen to have after you've already eaten.

This morning, however, you've just finished making breakfast when there's a knock at your front door. With a strip of bacon in hand, you answer the door and are surprised to see Jax and his son Abel standing there.

"What's up, Teller?"

He immediately smiles and your eyes narrow. "I hate to do this on such short notice, but my nanny canceled. Do you think you could watch Abel for the day?"

You glance down at the blonde boy, shrugging. "Is he cool staying with me?"

Jax glances down and nudges his son, but Abel merely asks, "Do you have more bacon?"

You open the door wider as you chuckle. "Sure, kid. You want some eggs and hashbrowns too?"

"Yum."

Abel walks into your house without a care in the world and you meet Jax's amused gaze. "So are there any rules I should abide by? Are you one of those dad's that limits screen time or bans sugar?"

"Nope and nope. No allergies either."

"Cool."

"Thank you. I owe you."

As Jax starts to walk down your porch steps, you say, "I'm a slut for food, Teller. Bribe me with food and I'll say yes to anything."

"Anything?" He peers over his shoulder and arches an eyebrow. You scowl at him.

"Almost anything."

Jax laughs. "Don't cook tonight then. I'll bring some cheeseburgers and fries from this diner that makes pretty good food."

"Alright."

. .

When Jax returns later that night, Chibs and Happy follow after learning he was picking up food from the diner. What surprised them, however, was that while Jax parked in his driveway, he started taking the food to his neighbors house. But Chibs, nor Happy, said a word and followed their president with their own food when he didn't protest.

Jax is poised to knock on the door when he hears, "Don't you- don't you dare do it, kid. If you do it, I will personally wait until you turn seventeen to kick your little ass." The words give Jax pause because what the actual fuck! But then Abel's giggling makes him grin.

"Did she just threaten to kick Abel's ass, Jackie?" Chibs wonders, smirking.

"I think so."

"No, no, no! You blue-shelled me?! You're like two. How do you even know how to play this?!" Jax snorts and finally knocks. The trash talking suddenly ceases before… "It's open! If you're friendly, welcome! If not, I got a little ankle biter in here and I'm not afraid to sic him on you!"

Jax laughs some more and enters the house, walking to where he hears all the commotion. Walking into the living room, he can't help but smile at the sight of YN and Abel sitting side by side on the couch, attention focused on the TV where they're apparently playing Mario Kart.

"You bring the goods, Teller?"

"Burgers and fries as promised."

"You are currently my favorite Teller." Still your attention is on the TV, your trash talking his kid being kept very polite all of a sudden. Jax, Chibs, and Happy have no idea what's going on, but suddenly one of the characters is spinning out because of a banana peel and then Abel's giving a long, suffering sigh as the other character passes the finish line. "Yes!" You jump up, pointing down at Abel. "Sucks to suck, kid. Now come on. Your pop's got the goods."

When you finally look up at Jax, you momentarily freeze when you see Chibs and Happy there as well. "Oh. Hey, guys. Kitchen's this way."

Everyone follows you into the kitchen and you immediately grab drinks from the fridge. When you turn around, Jax is divvying up some food for himself, Abel, and you. You pass out the beers to the men and you have cans of Sprite for yourself and Abel. Then as you take the last remaining available seat since Jax kept Abel on his lap, you thank Jax for the food before digging in.

"So did you have fun today?" Jax asks his son.

"Yeah. I got to color and watch TV and play games."

Jax glances at you and you shrug. "I made do. I would have gone to the store to pick up some stuff for him, but I didn't know if you'd feel comfortable with me taking him anywhere."

"I appreciate that."

"So what about you? Is your nanny good or will you need another favor?"

"Uh, she actually might be out for a few more days."

You nod. "I can do it. Is it cool if I take him to the store with me tomorrow morning? I forgot how much little kids snack throughout the day."

"Yeah. I have an extra car seat you can use and I'll leave you some cash."

"Nah. Don't even worry about it. I'll be snacking with him, so I can front the bill."

But still, cash ends up thrown onto the table from both Chibs and Jax. You have a feeling it'd be useless to argue, so you say nothing.

After dinner, Jax helps you clean up before they all take their leave. He tells Abel to tell you goodbye and your heart absolutely melts when you crouch down, and Abel hugs you.

You visibly melt as you hug the little boy back and then pull back to tweak his nose. "Okay, you're officially my favorite Teller again."

Abel smiles at you as Jax laughs and then you bid everyone goodbye at the door.

Abel ends up preferring your company to that of his nanny, so Jax ends up splitting his son's time between the nanny at his house and you at your own house when you have nothing going on.

On this particular day, after a lunch of sandwich and chips, you and Abel are lounging in a kiddie pool right in the middle of your front yard. You even went as far to put up a canopy to have the pool half in the shade and half in the sun, and are soaking in a sports bra and a pair of black tights that look like shorts.

You're sitting in the shade, sipping on a juice box as Abel stands on the other side playing with water blasters. You hear the rumble of a motorcycle, unsurprised to have Jax checking in.

As the blonde walks up, you smile innocently as he laughs. "Where did the pool come from?"

"The store." You shrug. Abel takes the moment to load up his blaster with lukewarm water and shoots his dad with it. Jax doesn't bother dodging the stream. "We saw a commercial for the waterpark and since we can't go there, I brought the water to us."

Wiping water from his face and using it to slick his hair back, Jax crouches next to the pool and asks, "How much do I owe you?"

"Not a cent, Teller." You sip on your juice, grinning. "I haven't been in one of these since I was a kid. This is for me as much as it's for Abel. He just gave me the excuse of getting one and chilling in it without looking like an idiot."

"Well I don't know about that…"

He trails off and you gasp in mock outrage. As he laughs, you say, "You're lucky I respect the kutte and the fact that you have a phone in your pocket somewhere. If I didn't, I'd drag your butt in here with us."

"Next time." Jax splashes his son and then stands before Abel can shoot him point blank with water. "Am I grabbing dinner tonight?"

"Nah. Abel already made a request. He wants chicken tenders and fries."

"And what the little man wants, he gets?"

"Obviously." You roll your eyes playfully. "Plus, it's an easy meal and I enjoy it too."

"Alright." He chuckles as he starts making his way back towards his motorcycle. "Don't stay in the pool too long."

"Yes, sir." You mockingly salute him, lips twitching when you see him momentarily tense before relaxing once more. "See you later."

. .

It's past Abel's bedtime by the time Jax makes it home, and already he's prepared for his kid to either be bouncing off the walls or very cranky. But as he nears YN's house, he notices that it's mostly dark. All the lights are off with the exception of the porch light and a couple of lamps he can see through the windows that peer into the living room. And the TV, of course.

Instead of knocking, he lets himself right in. It's almost too quiet, but he can hear the TV playing rather low in the living room. Heading there, he walks up to the sofa and can't help but smile at the sight that greets him. YN is laid out across the sofa with Abel on her chest, his back to her front. Both are knocked out cold.

Without second guessing himself, Jax pulls out his phone and snaps a quick photo. Chuckling to himself, he then walks around the sofa as he pockets his phone and crouches down. "Hey. YN," he gently calls out while shaking her shoulder.

It takes a few shakes before you wake, sleepily humming until Jax's voice coaxes you until you're fully awake. Your arms wrap around Abel on instinct and when you notice Jax's smirking presence, you relax. "What time is it?" You mumble.

"A little after ten."

"Really? Fuck. I guess the sun really did kick my ass if I'm this sleepy."

"Yeah." Jax chuckles and then carefully starts to gather Abel in his arms. "Sorry about showing up so late."

"Don't even worry about it." You sit up, rubbing your eyes and yawning. "You know I adore your kid." As you follow Jax to the door, you remind him about going away for a week and not being able to watch Abel, but that you'll have your phone on if Abel wants to talk.

Jax laughs. "I swear, my kid loves you more than me sometimes."

"It's only because I'm a better cook," you muse.

Jax opens his mouth to argue, but ends up shutting it and shrugging. "You're not wrong there."

As Jax then exits your home, you bid him goodnight and watch until he disappears into his home.

When you explained to Jax that your brothers made their money because of the family business that provided private security for celebrities and individuals with a high profile, you weren't lying. Nor did you lie when you also explained you helped them with scheduling for said high profile individuals.

What you chose to leave out, however, was that your family had such a great record with security because no one wanted to fuck with a family who had connections to two different cartels through your dearly departed parents.

However, before you settled into the calm life of personal security, your brothers made a name for yourselves as ruthless hitmen amongst the cartels and you… you were a little unhinged when you were caught up in the moment as one of their torturers. You worked for the cartels when they needed you to, but when you and your brothers wanted to distance yourselves, it was the cartels who helped set up your security business.

The week spent with your brothers is just to visit and catch up with those who all three of you came to see as uncles. It was most definitely not supposed to end up with you being caught off guard by a fist to the face. Someone who didn't know all what you were capable of took advantage of the fact that you were a woman who was close to big names within the cartels. They thought you to be easily taken down and used as leverage, but what they didn't count on was you hiding daggers on your persons. The fight was dirty and bloody, and by the end of it you were spitting mad.

You have the urge to carve into someone that your brothers are trying to quell for once when your phone rings. You pull out your phone mid-pacing, and then freeze upon seeing Jax's name on the screen. But it's not a normal call- it's a video call.

"Fuck."

"What?" Your elder brother asks. "Who is it?"

"It's my neighbor. Most likely his kid Abel since I babysit him most of the time." Your brothers glance at each other and you roll your eyes. "I've told you about them. Now toss me my hoodie. I can't let them see my face like this."

Before the call ends, you answer it but make sure to angle the camera away from the bruised side of your face. "Hey, Jax, give me one sec," you say. Your brother tosses you a hoodie and you quickly pull it on after setting your phone down. Then you take a seat at the kitchen table, turning off a few lights so it's a little darker and you can hide within your hood. Picking up your phone and keeping only half your face on camera, you smile. "Hey, guys, miss me?"

Jax's smile falters, but Abel immediately starts talking, telling you all about his day with his dad. He tells you he misses your food and play time, and you assure him you'll be home soon. You tell him about hanging out with your own family and even make your brothers wave at the camera when you switch it on them. Abel's little voice telling them hi makes you smile and then Jax is telling Abel to go watch some TV before bed.

Left alone with Jax on the phone, his smile vanishes. "What happened?"

"What do you mean?" You refuse to meet either of your brothers' gazes as you can feel them staring at you. "Everything's fine."

"Bullshit." Your brothers snort and you huff. Very reluctantly, you pull your hood down and maneuver the camera so it catches your full face. Jax's expression hardens. "Fuck."

"Don't worry. It looks worse than it is."

"What the fuck happened?"

You shrug and quickly glance at your brothers, but they're back to doing their own thing. "Went out drinking with the family and got caught in a brawl. It's been handled."

"So I don't have to gather the boys and kick some ass?"

His words make you huff a laugh. "Nah. I'm pretty sure I put the guy in a hospital."

"You took down a dude?! Now that's hot. I wish I could have seen that."

Uncaring that they're eavesdropping, your brothers burst out laughing and you sigh. You can't help but smile and you end up rolling your eyes when Jax laughs too. "Whatever. How's Abel really doing? Is he driving his official nanny insane yet?"

"Not really. He's just moping around."

"Aww." You coo. "Well I should be home soon. I'll take him to the park or something."

Jax's teasing smile turns genuine. "You know, I've never told you this, but I appreciate everything you do for Abel. You don't have to do anything, but you still treat him like family."

"What can I say? I like kids." You shrug. "And my idiot brothers will never give me any nieces or nephews."

"Hey!" Both your brothers protest.

You grin at them before looking back at Jax on your phone. "I should get going though. We have a meeting with the uncles here in a bit and I need to get ready."

"Alright. No more fights unless I'm there to avenge you. I can't have my favorite girl looking like she's in an abusive relationship."

Snorting, you say, "No promises. Tell Abel goodnight for me and to come up with a plan for what he wants to do when I get back home."

"Will do. See you soon."

As soon as you hang up, your brothers start making teasing kissing noises. "Oh shut the fuck up."

Valentine's Day has never been a day that you really cared for. Sure it was sweet to see teenagers and kids swap gifts and/or cards, or to buy candy half off, but it didn't bother you to have a significant other on this day. But you do remember how good it felt to get a gift as a kid, so you want to make sure Abel has a good day.

With your time spent with Abel, you've come to know that he loves certain fruits and chocolate. So after heading to the store for a quick shopping trip, you return home with strawberries, bananas, and melting chocolate. Then after cleaning the strawberries and chopping up some bananas, you dip them all in the ooey-gooey chocolate before letting them harden while fixing up a white dessert box with edges that say Happy Valentine's Day.

You've just filled the box with chocolate covered fruit when your phone rings and you can't help but smile at the name. You're no stranger to how handsome Jax is, but you know better than to go there with him.

"Hey, Teller, to what do I owe the pleasure of your hot voice?" You immediately answer.

Jax's laughter meets your ear before, "While it's nice to hear you like my voice, I'm actually calling on behalf of Abel."

"Aw. What does my favorite Teller need?"

"You know I'm your favorite Teller, YN." You hum, not denying his words. "But Abel is requesting your appearance here at the shop because he has a very important question to ask you."

"A very important question?" You muse. "What does Abel have to…" You trail off, the amusement in Jax's voice suddenly making something make sense. "His question doesn't happen to coincide with what today is, does it?"

Jax chuckles. "I am not ruining the surprise."

"I swear to God, Jax, if I end up crying I'm going to kick your ass."

"I look forward to it. Now get pretty and get your ass over here. Do not break my kid's heart."

"Never. And I'm always pretty, Teller."

"...yeah. You are." Your eyes widen at his words, but you don't say anything. Jax then clears his throat. "I'll see you soon."

"Y-Yeah. I'll be there in ten."

You can feel yourself blushing as you hang up, but quickly put it out of your mind as you hurry to your room to get dressed. You pull on a black sundress that's covered in sunflowers, the flowy skirt hitting right above your knees. You step into some black wedge sandals and quickly tie your hair up in a messy ponytail. You apply the basic amount of makeup and spritz some perfume around your body.

Heading downstairs, you throw all your necessities into a purse and then grab Abel's box of chocolate covered fruit before heading out.

The drive to Teller Automotive isn't a very long one, and you're soon parking in the lot. You leave your purse in the car, but you keep your box of fruits in hand. You get several wolf whistles as you cross the parking lot, but you merely laugh off Tig and Chibs' teasing.

Before you can enter the auto garage, Jax walks out, a smirk in place. And then before you can ask him what he's smirking for, your gaze is drawn downward to Abel who walks out behind him… and oh. You fuckin' melt.

Abel's hair is slicked into a faux hawk, a red bow tie is clipped to the very crisp white button shirt that's tucked into a pair of tiny faded jeans. In his hands he's holding a teddy bear that's adorned with a miniature Sons of Anarchy kutte, and a red carnation. The adorableness of it all makes you melt and tear up at how cute he is.

"Oh my goodness. You look so handsome," you tell him.

As you crouch so you're more at his level, you make sure the skirt of your dress still covers everything. Abel blushes as he asks, "Will you be my Valentine?"

"Hell yes I will." Abel smiles as he hands over your gifts, and Jax and the others- who were apparently listening in- whoop in celebration. "And as my Valentine, it's only fair that I give a gift as well. Strawberries and bananas covered in chocolate. Your favorite," you tell him.

Abel is so ecstatic over his gift that he nearly knocks you over as he hugs you. When Chibs ask him what he's got, he's more than happy to run off and show his uncles what you've given him. Jax offers you a hand up and as soon as you're steady on your feet, you notice him looking at you in a certain way.

"What?" You huff a laugh, carefully wiping away your tears that never fully fell.

"You are amazing, you know that?"

"Hardly. Tiny Teller is just adorable as hell." You can feel yourself starting to blush so you glance down at the teddy in your hand. "Where did you find a tiny kutte anyway?"

"It's actually Abel's. The guys had it made for him when he was born and he wanted your teddy to have it."

"I'll take extra care of it then." When you glance back at Jax, you ask, "So does Abel have to stay or can I take my valentine out on a date?" You have no idea what Jax had been thinking, but it's like your words make him snap. From one second to next, he goes from staring at you in awe to gently grasping your face and pulling you into a kiss. You gasp but quickly return the sentiment. And when Jax pulls back, still cupping your face in his hands, you ask, "So me wanting to take your kid out on a date really did it for you, huh?"

Jax barks out a laugh and you smile as he leans in for another quick kiss. "Been wanting to do that for a while actually."

"And you waited until this moment to do it," you muse. "Jokes on you though. You gotta stick around and listen to your boys tease you about this while I take Abel out all on my lonesome." You kiss him for a third time and then step out of his reach to holler, "Little Teller, let's go! It's you and me, buddy. Whatever you wanna do."

As Abel approaches with a lot less fruit, he asks, "Can we eat pizza in the park?"

"We sure can. Now say goodbye to your dad so we can go stuff our faces."

Dating Jax Teller is rather thrilling. You do not care to know what goes on in the club unless it pertains to any woman trying to sleep with him, or when Jax needs someone to vent to. Then, and only then, do you let your opinion be known about what goes on with the MC.

But while you have nothing against the MC, you still prefer to spend a majority of your time with Abel. Sure you'll show up to some parties so all the other women know Jax is off limits, but you're content to do activities with little Teller wherever he wants to be for the day.

You thought it was cute Jax tried to shield you from the violence the club was capable of, but never pressed him for information when you noticed he looked stressed about something. This time, however, you wish you had pressed him for information when he asked you to stay in with Abel.

It's nighttime, and you and Abel are relaxing in front of your TV as you watch some new Pixar film about dragons and their riders. The two of you are dozing off when your front door is kicked in, which then makes you jump into action. But you're not just defending yourself, you have a little boy to think about. So before you can find a proper weapon, you're left standing in front of Abel who is now clinging to your leg as he whimpers in fear.

"Jax Teller chose a pretty one this time."

"Fuck off."

The men all chuckle in front of you. "Take her."

. .

The Sons of Anarchy roll up to a subdivision that's still in development, cautiously dismounting their motorcycles and arming themselves. A new MC had established themselves in a neighboring town, looking to make a name for themselves, and they thought knocking down the Sons a peg or ten was what they ought to do to establish their foothold in the MC world for good.

The encroaching MC took to ambushing the Sons whenever and wherever, and the people of Charming were starting to become afraid of strolling their pristine streets. Even the Sheriff was looking to the Sons to end the conflict, but they could only do so much. Unfortunately, one of the fights involved a chase on motorcycles as the Sons were making a run, and the son of the enemy President took a bullet to the right side of his chest and fell. His injuries then resulted in a coma which set off to this little meeting.

As they creep through the eerily quiet streets of the deserted subdivision, Opie flanks Jax. "I don't like this, brother. Something feels off."

"I agree," Chibs says. "We should have put the club on lockdown before ridin' out."

Jax sighs. "Too late now."

Juice, Happy, and Tig jog up to homes still under construction, trying the doors or looking for any signs that someone's been there. It isn't until they get to the end of the block that they notice one home has been vandalized and they know that's where they're supposed to go.

Every Son cautiously enters the house, nose wrinkling as the state of the house. But in the middle of the living room, there's an odd clearing around a small round table. And on that table sits a folded notecard.

The Sons seem to freeze, but then Jax is marching towards the note. Snatching it up, the words written make him tense as his world starts to tilt. "Fuck. They're going after Abel."

As the note flutters to the floor, the Sons all race after their President as he flees the house.

The note read, [A son for a son.]

On the way to YN's, Jax instructs half the Sons to break off and check on the club, while also making calls to get everyone on an official lockdown. Jax, Opie, Chibs, and Happy race to his neighbor's house.

When they pull up, a few neighbors are peering out their doors looking a bit distraught. Immediately, they know something terrible has happened, and that feeling is only intensified when they spot the broken down door.

Rushing to park in YN's front yard, guns are pulled from the back waistband of their jeans. Jax takes point as he enters the house and his heart drops to his stomach. The house is an absolute mess, furniture and glass broken.

The TV is still playing some cartoon movie and when he walks further in, he curses at the sight of a body laying in a pool of blood.

Happy peers over his shoulder. "Now we know she can hold her own."

"Find them. Now."

. .

Sitting in the bathtub, Abel clings to you as his face hides against the side of your neck. Your face hurts from the numerous punches you took, your lip is split, your arms have multiple lacerations, and there's blood dripping into your eyes. But your worst wound is definitely the bullet wound to the left of your abdomen, and you're grateful that Abel's weight is putting pressure on the towel you had pressed against the wound.

It's been quiet for what seems like forever, but suddenly you hear movement. Shakily raising the gun you'd taken from one of the intruders, you take aim and dare the next motherfucker who enters to be someone intending harm on you or the boy in your lap.

The door gently swings open, but no one is there. Your arm hurts from holding the gun up and then you see someone try to peer around the door jamb. You can only partially see his face, but the voice- you recognize the voice even if you rarely hear it when you're at the club.

"Baby girl?"

"...Hap?"

The stoic man steps fully in the doorway, putting his gun away as you drop yours in the tub. Abel shifts as he whimpers and you wince. "Jax! Upstairs bathroom!"

Abel realizes his uncle's voice and dad's name, so he moves to turn. Happy is quick to lift him, his eyes widening at the blood soaking his clothes. "S'fine. My blood," you tiredly tell him. "I didn't… I didn't let them touch him."

"You did real good." Happy's assurance makes you smile, but you're just so tired. As your eyes slide shut, you hear, "Hey! Don't do that. Stay awake, YN."

"Tryin'…" Pounding footsteps race up the stairs and it isn't long until Jax, Chibs, and Opie are pushing their way into the bathroom as well. Jax takes Abel right away, eyes scanning the room before they land on you. Happy and Opie move to help you out of the tub, but Chibs is quick to point out your bleeding wound. The last words you say are, "Call my brothers," before darkness consumes you."

. .

Jax is pacing the hospital waiting room, blood covering his shirt and hands from where he carried Abel. Chibs had taken Abel back to the club to clean him up and fill in the others about what was going on, but now he's back and filling in the Sheriff about what they had walked in on at YN's house. Thankfully Jax and YN's neighbors liked them, and were honest about hearing gunshots before the Sons had frantically rolled up.

Opie and Happy are the only two sitting patiently, but their attention is drawn to a large group of men entering the room. Two men in particular glance around before making a beeline for Jax, but the others hang back by the door. It's evident these men mean business as they stand guard, their suits standing out among the scrubs, kuttes, and regular clothing of the others sitting in the waiting room.

When Jax notices the newcomers, his shoulders sag at the sight of YN's brothers. But his interest is piqued with the suited thugs behind the brothers, tattoos visible along their hands and neck.

The brothers quickly introduce themselves as Noah and Theo, both of their expressions grim.

"What happened?" Noah asks. He's the elder of the two, his muscled torso covered in a button down with their sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"They were after my kid," Jax immediately tells them, voice low. "She took a bullet for him and she's in surgery right now."

Both brothers' jaws clench.

"Do you know who they are?" Theo asks, tapping away on his phone.

"Yeah. It's another MC. They attacked us on a run and the son of the President took a fall off his bike. He's in a coma, so the President went after my kid in return."

"And your kid was in the care of our sister," Noah realizes.

"Yes."

Noah sighs, running a hand down his face. Then after a few more taps and texts, Theo grins. "Found them."

Jax frowns. "Found who?"

"The people responsible for putting our sister in the hospital."

Jax then tenses. "This is club business, man. We'll handle it."

Both Noah and Theo tense, but end up chuckling. Jax's jaw clenches, but he keeps his anger in check.

Noah says, "If you think it'll remain club business when YN wakes up, then that means my sister hasn't confessed the family secret."

Jax freezes. "What secret?"

"We had to get our start somewhere when our parents died," Theo tells him. "And it just so happened that each of our parents came from very powerful, very wealthy families. We worked our way to the top of the food chain and became rather notorious until we wanted out and settled into the business we currently have."

Noah starts to smirk. "Your club business just became cartel business, my friend. And our uncles are livid that their little girl was attacked."

Jax glances at his boys, but says nothing.

"We'll find them and keep them occupied," Theo says. "When YN is released, she'll be out for blood."

"And she'll get it," Noah muses. "After all, she is quite the little torturer."

When you wake up, you're unsurprised to find Jax by your bedside. You are surprised, however, to learn that he knows about your past thanks to your brothers promising bloodshed. You groan, but then remember Abel. And after assurances that Abel is fine, you relax.

You're anxious to know where you stand with Jax as he explains why you ended up in the hospital. He feels guilty for not telling you what was really going on or putting you on lockdown, along with the club, but you don't blame him for what happened. Dating the President of an MC, you were bound to be pulled into the violence sooner or later, and with your past you knew you could handle it.

When he runs out of steam, it's your turn to start apologizing for not telling him about your life with the cartels. You make sure he knows that you would have never endangered Abel, and if your past had come calling, you would have made sure that they were protected at all costs. Jax assures you he's not mad, but he did wish you would have told him given you knew about the roles some of his brothers played in the club.

But what's done is done, and Jax is more interested in what you plan on doing since your brothers have gone quiet after calling him to inform him that they've got a majority of the MC tucked away in a building that no one can hear the impending mayhem.

"They broke into my home and put a bullet in me just to get to Abel and send a message to you," you say, expression turning thunderous. "The one who shot me doesn't get to walk away. Hell, the ones who fuckin' raised a gun in Abel's direction are lucky that they'll be limping away after I'm done."

"Limping away?"

You slowly smirk at him, lowering your voice. "I'm not gonna draw out my punishment, but my brothers and my uncles' men sure as shit ain't gonna sit back. They're gonna make sure they get the message that they fucked with the wrong people."

Jax huffs a laugh and then ends up staying for as long as the nurses would let him, only leaving when YN's brothers came or he had to go pick up Abel so he'd see that YN was fine for himself.

Then after two and a half days, you're released.

You're still sore, but you've got nothing but vengeance on your mind. When your brothers send you the address of where they're holding several individuals for you to interrogate, you get dressed and head for Teller Automotive.

Some of the guys are surprised to see you up and about, but you wave off their concern as you continue towards the club portion of the shop.

The usual sweetbutts are milling about, cleaning up and most likely getting ready for a party since it is a Friday. You spot Jax and Juice at the bar as Juice taps away on a laptop.

"Boys," you greet as you walk up behind them. "Whatcha workin' on?"

Jax turns in his seat, eyes subtly widening as he stands. "You're out! Why didn't you call me?" He's quick to carefully take you in his arms, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Because if I'd have called you, you'd have taken me home and coddled me."

"Well yeah. You were shot."

"I got shit to take care of, Teller, and I'm not wasting another day."

"Then what are you doing here?"

You shrug. "I just thought that you'd want to see the MC face their consequences."

"Now? You're going to do that now?" He asks, his gaze darting down to your covered abdomen.

"Yep. "My brothers procured a place just on the outskirts of Charming where we won't be interrupted. You in?"

"Well, yeah. Obviously."

"Good. Then gather whoever's in and follow me."

As you sit in your car, you watch Jax as speaks with several of brothers to see who he's going to leave in charge. And after everything is settled, only five follow Jax to their motorcycles- Opie, Happy, Juice, Tig, and Chibs.

You start your car and start to drive, pausing by the gate until Jax and the others start to roll out. You take off, keeping your speed down as you drive through the town. But the moment you get to the road leading out of Charming, you step on the gas and race towards the location your brothers sent to you.

You drive along an empty stretch of road until you turn down a dirt road which is surrounded by empty crop fields that have seen better days. The road leads up to a dilapidated farmhouse, a very rusted horse corral, and behind all that is a barn where several vehicles have parked.

You park and get out, waiting for Jax to find the perfect spot to park their motorcycles. Once they do, you wait until they gather around.

"I know this started off as club business, but now it's cartel business. I can't have you questioning me in there."

"This is your playground," Jax says. "We're just here for a show."

You nod and then turn towards the barn doors, pushing them open with the help of Chibs and Tig when they get stuck. Inside, several men are hanging about on turned over crates or bales of hay, some even sitting at a small wooden table playing cards. Music plays softly in the background, but it's cut off the moment your presence is noticed.

Immediately, every man and woman scramble to their feet as you approach.

In the middle of the barn, there's a line of eight men with burlap sacks over their heads sitting in chairs with their wrists tied down to the armrests and ankles tied to the legs. Walking down the line of men, you snatch the sacks from their heads.

"Wakey, wakey, motherfuckers." Each man is clearly exhausted, agitated, and pissed off.

You save the MC President for last, smirking as he sneers at you. "Stupid bitch." He seethes. "Let us go. Right now."

"Bitch," you muse. "If you're going to insult me, at least call me a cunt. Or whore. Those words have much more of an impact."

"Cunt."

Your fist whips out, striking him across the face so hard that his head jerks to the side. He turns to glare back up at you, spitting blood that lands on your pant leg. "Now, now. If you're going to insult me again, at least be creative about it. Your lack of creativity is sorely disappointing." He roars at you, trying to free his wrists and feet, but you merely laugh and continue to pace in front of his men. "Now I'm sure you're all wondering why you're here and it's quite simple, really." You stop pacing, expression hardening. "You fucked with the wrong woman."

Then like a switch has been flipped, you go back to smiling and pacing, gesturing wildly as you talk. "Normally I wouldn't touch MC business with a ten foot pole, but you fuckers messed up. You broke into my home and went after a child under my care- a child that I hold very near and dear to my heart. So, now your piss poor attempt at taking over territory that doesn't belong to you has now come under cartel jurisdiction, and I will make sure that any stupid motherfuckers who dares to come after the Sons of Anarchy will pay a price."

"Fuck that. We didn't cross any cartel!"

"Oh honey," you mockingly coo as you come to a stop in front of the one who spoke. "I am part of the cartel." Turning around, you walk towards a long table and lift the cloth laying atop of it. Beneath the cloth, there's a variety of weapons. You tuck a glock into the back waistband of your jeans and then grasp a dagger in your dominant hand. Then turning to walk back towards the bound men, you smirk. "Now what I want are the assholes who attacked me and dared to point a gun at a child. You give me those men and the rest of you can walk out of here."

Silence.

Dead fuckin' silence.

"Nothing?" You chuckle. "Come on, guys. Give 'em up. I swear it's not worth protecting them. I mean, I can probably figure it out. Eyes are windows to the soul and all that rot. You might have been wearing masks, but I still remember those cowardly glints very well."

"Fuck you! I ain't no coward."

"Bingo!" You shout, pointing the tip of your blade at the culprit. Walking up to the guy, you can't help but laugh as he realizes his mistake and clamps his mouth shut. "One down, one more to go."

"I ain't telling you shit."

"No?" Switching the dagger to your other hand, you pull the glock free from behind your back. You step close to the man, taking aim at his crotch. "Are you sure about that?"

He cruelly smirks. "You're all talk and no-"

BANG!

The guy immediately starts screaming, his buddies struggling in their chairs, and you laugh. When you glance around the room, you see those you consider family chuckling and the Sons cringing in sympathy as they cover their crotches. You walk around so you're standing behind the screaming fool, swapping the dagger and gun in your hands so the dagger is back in your dominant hand. "Going once… going twice…" He continues to scream, and you sigh when no one else speaks up.

And then before anyone can comprehend what you've done, you've dragged the blade across the guy's neck.

As he gurgles on his blood and his friends shout obscenities at you, you walk around so you're standing before them once again.

"That's three of my men you've killed already," the President says. "I think fair's fair."

"I want the last one," you say. "One last guy and you're good to go."

No one says anything, but the President's expression hardens. There's a cold glint in his eye that you're very familiar with, and you know that should he walk out of these barn doors, he'll do anything and everything for revenge. "Samuel. I sent Samuel."

The Samuel in question squawks and you smile beautifully at him over the shoulder before staring at the President once more. "Harsh. Selling out your own guy like that." You saunter up to him, sighing. "But he's the thing; I hate snitches."

Then before the President can blink, you take aim and pull the trigger. The bullet hits him right between the eyebrows.

The struggling, bound men all seem to cease movement and you turn towards them. "Now that that's out of the way…" You walk back towards Samuel, scoffing at his whimpering. "You might get to live today, Sammy, but not without something to remember why messing with the Sons a big no-no."

"And w-what's that?"

You slowly smile. "Open your fist, Samuel. Lay your hand flat against the armrest."

His eyes widen as he whimpers, but he hesitantly does as you've said. Then when his hand is nice and flat, you drive your blade through the back of his hand, pinning it to the arm rest.

As he screams, you sneer at him and then start to make your way towards the Sons. On your way, you hand off your gun before coming to a stop in front of Jax and pasting on a smile as you glance at each Sons. "Who's hungry?"

"Marry me," Happy grumbles.

You laugh at him, winking, and then glance back at Jax. "You're a little psycho," he says.

"Only when the occasion calls for it. But seriously, can we go get food?"

Jax laughs as he sidles up to your side, sliding an arm along the back of your shoulders. "Do burgers sound good?"

"Burgers sound marvelous. I also want a vanilla milkshake."

"Good. We'll go grab some and surprise Abel. He's been itching to go to your house again."

"Ugh. Your kid is so adorable. But maybe let me settle in before you grab him. My abdomen is on fire and if we tell him I'm sick, maybe he won't be so hyperactive."

"Let me see."

Begrudgingly, you lift the hem of your shirt and glance down. Sure enough, you've bled through your bandages. "New plan; No Abel."

"What? But-"

"Nope." Jax squeezes you to his side as you sigh. "You're gonna go home, Chibs will follow to patch you up, and I'll go pick up some food. Abel can go one more day without seeing you."

"Boo."

The Sons chuckle.

"What about us?" Juice asks, gesturing between himself, Tig, and Happy.

"I don't care, Juice. Do whatever you want."

As they head towards their motorcycles, Jax walks you to your car.

"So, are you really okay with this?" You ask. "Okay with me and all that I'm capable of?"

"Yeah." Jax nods. "More than okay, actually. It's good to know that should shit find its way to your doorstep again, you'll handle it."

"Damn right I will." You swing around so you're standing in front of Jax, arms wrapping around his waist as his go around your shoulders. "I will protect Abel with my life again and again. Never doubt that."

"Just Abel?" His eyebrow arches.

"You're a close second," you muse. Leaning up on the tips of your toes, you peck his lips. "Now seriously. Food, Teller. I need food."

"Yeah, yeah." He kisses you again. "Go home and get settled. I'll be there soon."

#jax x reader #jax teller x reader #jax teller imagine #sons of anarchy imagine #soa imagine #jax teller #happy lowman #abel teller #mc romance #motorcycle club romance #dark romance

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futurecorps3 · 2 years ago

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im sobbing

“He called me Mom”

Jax Teller x Female Reader

Warnings- Fluff? 💕

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Abel wasn’t biologically yours, Wendy bailed when he was born, Tara bailed just after his first birthday. So, no Abel wasn’t biologically yours but he will always be your son no matter what any piece of paper said.

You and Jax had known each other since you were children, you had always been in his life, when Wendy left and Tara broke him, it was you who was there.

Jax always held a special place in your heart, you loved him and never believed that he would ever love you back.

You were wrong.

You knew it would never be like the love he had for Tara, or like the chaotic feelings he once had for Wendy, but it was still love. A different love but a love still as strong and as magical as any other.

It has Abel awhile to to warm to up you, confused as to why Tara wasn’t around anymore, even at 6 months he was ridiculously aware of his surroundings, but he adapted well and now calls you “daddy’s friend” or so you thought.

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Jax had just come back from a run, just in time to help with your children’s bedtime routine. Abel had missed his dad over the last few days , not really understanding at 3 years old why his dad has to go away sometimes, because of this Jax was on story time duty.

After giving your second son, Thomas; who you gave birth too 3 months ago, with Jax, a bath you stopped to listen outside Abel’s door.

You could hear the boy giggle as his father read the book in his ‘funny voices’.

Pretty soon after you heard Jax wish him goodnight and turn out the light.

You carry Thomas to the nursery and ensure he is settled before climbing into bed yourself, Jax following shortly afterwards.

You had fallen into a habit of sleeping lightly after Thomas was born so it wasn’t a surprise that the slight fussing noises from the baby monitor awoke you a few hours later.

Thinking it was Thomas you climb out of bed, telling jax to go back to sleep as you hear him stirring, only to be surprised to see little Abel opening the bedroom door. His cheeks were damp and you hear the same sniffling noises from the monitor leave him.

He shuffles towards your side of the bed.

“Mommy, Mommy” he whimpers, but all you could do was stare in shock.

Was he calling out to you? He hadn’t called you mom before.

Jax who was suddenly awake, clambers over the bed to pick up his son and place him in between the both of you.

“What did you call Y/N Abel” he asks, just as shocked as you.

All Abel did was crawl into your lap, calling out for you again, washing away any doubt that you misheard him.

“Me stay with you mommy, mommy please”

Your heart broke for him as you held him tight.

“He must of had a bad dream” you whisper to Jax as he continues to look at you as his son clutches onto your t-shirt, refusing to let go.

You slowly rock the little boy back into a slumber, singing a nursery rhyme as you soothe him.

Jax brings his family together by bringing in a sleeping Thomas and lays him on his chest.

Looking down at Abel in awe you mumble to yourself “He called his me mom”.

Jax’s presses a kiss onto your head as his holds his second born close, just enjoying such a rare family moment.

“That’s because you are”

#writing #fluff #fanfic #soa jax #soa imagine #soa #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy #jax teller angst #jax teller fluff

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band--psycho · 2 years ago

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Jax Teller x Reader-Head Over Heart

For the amazing @deathbecomesnerds who requested this story with the promt red lipstick

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

To say Y/n was nervous was an understatement.

But she’d never backed down from a challenge before and she certainly wasn’t going to start now.

Especially when it meant that Jax Teller would win.

She liked Jax; they were…friends. Friends who just so happened to fuck one another and had a good laugh with another.

Then he started acting…odd, for no apparent reason.

When she tried to ask him about it a few weeks ago he gave her a very cold and blunt answer.

That they were never going to be anything serious.

The words shouldn’t have hurt her how they did; they never said they would be anything more than friends but in that moment she realised that someone along the way, she’d fallen for him.

But Jax didn’t know that, how could he be when she wasn’t even aware of the feelings she’d had for him until that point.

And now here she was arriving at a party to show him that she didn’t need him.

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Jax was ashamed to admit that he was relieved he hadn’t seen Y/n.

He needed her not to be.

He couldn’t bear seeing her again. Not after what he had said to her, not after the feeling his heart broke slightly when he saw a flicker of pain flash briefly in her eyes.

He loved her.

That was the issue.

He didn’t want to destroy her…he wanted her as far away from him, the club, even charming, as she could possibly get.

“No, Y/n/n tonight?” Opie asked, leaning against the same wall as Jax, watching as the other members of the club got flirted with by Croweaters.

“Looks like it,” Jax answered bluntly, pushing himself off of the wall to join the others.

Almost instantly at least five different Croweaters surrounded him.

Opie knew how close Jax and Y/n were; they were joined at the hip on nights like these and yet, tonight she was nowhere to be seen and Jax was openly flirting with Croweaters.

Jax had hoped his words to Y/n had hurt her enough to push her far enough away.

In fact he was certain of it; until he saw her getting out of a car that had pulled up outside the clubhouse.

All of his attention was suddenly on Y/n.

She was wearing a short red dress that barely covered her ass and with high white heels and matching red lipstick.

Red lipstick.

He remembered mentioning one evening after a very heated makeout session with her that he loved it when she wore red lipstick.

She looked stunning.

And it was taking everything in him to not shove the Croweaters around him away; and go to her.

He wanted to give it to her so badly.

He wanted to take back the last few weeks; and go back to how they were before.

He wanted her.

Needed her.

But he couldn’t have her, not if he wanted to keep her safe.

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lemonsuponlemons · 2 years ago

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A violent man calling me a good girl would fix me

#matt murdock smut #daredevil smut #billy russo smut #punisher smut #frank castle smut #sons of anarchy smut #soa smut #jax teller smut #raymond smith smut #the corinthian smut #tangerine smut #kaz brekker smut #darkling smut #aleksander morozova smut

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carnevol · 4 months ago

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Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy) | Benny Cross (The Bikeriders)

#austin butler #benny cross #charlie hunnam #jax teller #sons of anarchy #soa #the bikeriders #another parallel because #i love to put my babies in one gifset #cw blood

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speakviolence · 5 months ago

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Is he dead? Because, I don't do dead.

Sons of Anarchy, 05x05

#sons of anarchy #soaedit #soa #walton goggins #venus van dam #jax teller #tig trager #chibs telford #tvedit #dailyflicks #tvgifs #*#mine: *gif #mine: *soagif

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daisydamed · 6 months ago

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this is character development

#jax teller #soa #sons of anarchy #jackson teller #charlie hunnam

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mysticalmallard · 5 months ago

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♥︎ Defending Their Girlfriend ♥︎

🦆:These were all supposed to be drabbles, but I got a bit carried away, so they are more like oneshots and I didn't want to edit any of them down. Because they all came out so long I've only done Jax, Juice, Kozik, Tig and Chibs. I may do a separate one another time for Happy and Opie if that is something you guys want ♥︎

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⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ : VIOLENCE, ABUSIVE BEHAVIOUR, SEXUAL ASSAULT, CREEPY MAN, SEXIST men, swearing and other general SoA Warnings there is nothing too graphic but if you don't like reading about any of the topics listed please DO NOT read the rest of this post!!!, ONLY YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE for your OWN media consumption!!! ⚠️

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Jax

On a hot summer night, Jax and his girlfriend were out for a night walk, enjoying the quiet streets of Charming together.

As they walked, a group of young men, all of them a little tipsy on alcohol, passed by. One of the men catcalled Jax's girlfriend as they walked by, making a crude and sexist comment.

Jax took immediate offense, gritting his teeth in anger. He stepped up to the man, who looked startled by the tall, furious biker suddenly in his face.

"Excuse me?" Jax growled, his eyes locking onto the man who had made the inappropriate comment.

The man took a step back when he spots the club patches, suddenly realizing who Jax was.

"N-nothing, man, it's cool," the man stuttered out, trying to backpedal. But Jax wasn't satisfied he was already too angry. The other guys had stopped and were starting to circle, realizing the situation was getting heated.

"Oh, it's *not cool*, man," Jax said in a dangerous tone, his eyes flickering to the other guys slowly surrounding them. Jax wasn't worried, though - he lived for this. The tension in his body made it clear he was ready to defend his girlfriend, his pride at stake.

His girlfriend tugs at his sleeve worried "Jax it's okay...let's just go"

"Nah, this isn't okay, babe," Jax responds, his voice firm but gentle. He turns his head to look at his girlfriend, seeing the hint of worry in her eyes. He softens slightly. "He's disrespecting you. Me. *Us*."Jax turns his attention back to the man who started this whole thing. "You need to apologize. Now," he demands, his voice a low rumble, his eyes fixated firmly on the guy.

The man, still looking nervous but a little bolder behind his friends, scoffs and throws a cocky grin. "And if I don't?" He asks in a mocking tone.

Jax's eyes narrow, anger flaring again. He closes the space between them, getting right in the man's face. "Then you're gonna have a huge problem on your hands." The threat in Jax's voice is clear.

The man shoves Jax back when he gets in his face Jax stumbles back, but catches himself quickly, the shove only adding more fuel to his anger. He takes a step forward again, his shoulders squared swinging at him connecting with the man's jaw.

The man falls backward, clearly not expecting Jax to strike so quickly. The other men hesitate, not expecting to deal with a fight.

Jax stands over the man, glaring down at him. "Don't ever disrespect my girlfriend again," he snarls.

The man is clutching his face, a look of fear in his eyes as he looks up at Jax. He nods shakily. "S-sorry, man," he stutters out, clearly intimidated.

"Now apologize to my girlfriend," Jax's tone is firm. He's not backing down until the guy apologizes properly.

The man looks up at Jax's girlfriend, shame on his face. He mutters a quick, "Sorry, ma'am."

Jax's girlfriend looks relieved, but she's clings onto Jax's arm standing close to his side, clearly still feeling uncertain about the situation.

Jax looks down at her, silently asking if she's okay with the half-apology. She nods slowly, looking somewhat reassured.

Then, Jax looks back at the man on the ground, eyeing the other men who are still standing around, ready to step in if necessary.

"This is your only warning. Don't say that kind of shit again." Jax's voice is cold and firm. The message is clear - he won't tolerate anyone disrespecting his girlfriend like that again.

Juice

Juice and his girlfriend were sitting on the couch in his living room watching tv, when suddenly, she received a phone call from her parents. She reluctantly answers already knowing what they were gonna say. They were trying to convince her to end her relationship with Juice. Juice overheard bits of the conversation and could feel the tension in the room. He knew that they disapproved of their relationship.

Juice squeezed a pillow in frustration, but he couldn't just sit there and let her parents talk her out of their relationship without a fight.

He took the phone from her hand and took a deep breath before speaking. "Hey, I know you don't approve of this relationship, but I love her and I'm not going to let you talk her out of being with me without giving me a fair shot."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, but he could hear her parents murmuring in the background. They clearly didn't like his interruption.

"Listen I am sure you have some good qualities or our daughter wouldn't date you, but we don't want her dating some criminal thug from a motorcycle gang," her father said, his voice filled with disapproval.

Juice clenched his jaw, stung by the man's words. He couldn't help but feel the anger rising within him, but he tried to keep his cool.

"I may be in a motorcycle club, but I am not some mindless thug. I have a brain, I have a heart, and I have feelings just like anyone else, and i love your daughter sir...I don't know what she sees in me to be honest with you...she could have anyone she wants and she chose me...but I am going to stay with her as long as she wants me to be" he said with clenched teeth.

There was another moment of silence on the other end of the phone as her parents continued to murmur in the background.

Juice could feel the tension building up inside him, but he was determined to prove that he was worthy of her love. He glanced back at his girlfriend, who was sitting on the couch beside him, her eyes watching him intently. She gave him a small smile, knowing that he was defending their relationship fiercely. He smiled back at her before turning his attention back to the phone.

Her father spoke up again, his voice now filled with a hint of annoyance. "Look kid, we just don't want our daughter mixed up in some dangerous lifestyle. Motorcycle clubs are not known for their stability or their law-abiding ways, and we don't want her getting hurt or in trouble."

Juice took a deep breath before responding, his voice firm and steady. "I understand your concerns, sir, but my club is not like that. We have rules and structure and we take care of our own. We don't just go around causing trouble for the hell of it."

"But you DO cause trouble, don't you?...you say you love our daughter, but you can't, not if you want her involved in that lifestyle," her father says matter-of-factly.

Juice closes his eyes and sighs, stung by her father's words. He knew that her father had a point. His life in the club was dangerous, and he had seen firsthand how it could cause harm to those he cared about. But he couldn't deny his love for her. He couldn't just easily walk away from her.

" I know the life isn't perfect, sir, and yes, sometimes there is trouble, but I promise you I would never let anything happen to your daughter. I would protect her with my life. And as far as loving your daughter...I do, I love her more than I could even explain to her...but i am gonna try my best to show her every damn day"

Her father was silent for a moment, as if contemplating his words. Juice could hear him talking to his wife in the background, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. He waited anxiously for his response, his heart beating faster in his chest.

Finally, her father spoke up, his voice slightly more compassionate than before. "Look son, we love our daughter and we just want what's best for her. We want her to be happy and safe, and we're afraid this life you're involved in will only bring her pain."

"Come visit let me show you, meet me atleast before jumping to conclusions with gossip you hear from people who don't know me or the club....your daughter loves you guys so much and I don't want us being together creating tension in your relationship with her" he sighs down the phone trying to find someway of fixing things.

Her father was silent for a moment, mulling over Juice's invitation. He could hear him speaking to his wife in the background, and Juice could only hope that he was coming around.

Finally, her father spoke up again, his voice filled with resignation. " Fine, we'll come meet you. But we're only doing this for our daughter's sake, not yours."

"Fine with me, sir," is all he says before hanging up.

His girlfriend scoots over to him. "What did they say? They weren't rude were they? I swear I've told them so many times the club isn't a gang but they don't listen" She rattles off nervous to what was said.

He gently holds her face, looking in her eyes to get her to stop rambling. "Hey, hey, don't worry about it," he says, trying to soothe her. "It was a little rough at first, but I managed to calm them down. They agreed to come meet me."

"They did?" She asks in disbelief. "How did you manage that? I've asked before, but they said they were too busy"

He laughs softly, amused by her surprise. "I can be pretty convincing when I want to be," he jokes. "I just spoke my mind and made it clear I was serious about you. And I guess your dad didn't want to stand in the way of his baby girl's happiness."

He tightens his arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. He can feel the warmth of her body against his and the softness of her hair against his cheek. He nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her familiar scent.

"I'm here for you," he whispers, his voice low and intense. "I'll always have your back."

Herman Kozik

Kozik pulled up to his girlfriend's house but as he pulled up he saw her standing outside with her ex. The ex was yelling and she was crying, with tears streaming down her face. Kozik gets off his bike and could immediately sense the tension in the air.

The ex, noticing Kozik's presence, turned and scowled at him. "Who the fuck are you?" he spat.

"I'm her boyfriend," Kozik replied, trying to keep his cool. "And you need to back off from her, man."

The ex's face contorted into a sneer. "Boyfriend?" he said, his voice dripping with venom. He turns back to her "are fucking kidding me with this shit?...huh? we were just having a little spat and you go and sleep with some biker dickhead..huh? I always thought you were a bit of a whore but really? I give you your space and you treat me like this?.." With every word the ex steps closer to her, she steps back as best she can away from him until she's against the building.

"w-we broke up. You kept cheating on me so I ended it. Its been 5 months...please just leave" she says shaking.

The ex lets out a scoff as he continues his advancement on her, he's just a few steps from her now. Kozik doesn't like the look on her face and steps between the two of them putting himself in front of her. "Back off man, I'm not going to tell you again." Kozik's tone is firm as he shoves him.

The ex stumbles back, a look of anger and disbelief on his face. "Who do you think you are, you biker trash?! You think you can come here and take my girl? She's mine!"

Kozik stands his ground, not backing down. "She's not your girl anymore, she's mine and she asked you to leave, so do it."

The ex takes a step forward, his hands balling into fists, "Or what, you're going to kick my ass? I'd like to see you try biker boy"

Kozik keeps his cool, staring the ex down. "I don't want to fight you man, but I will if you don't leave. She doesn't want you here."

Kozik looks over his shoulder at his girlfriend she looks terrified.

His voice softens, "Go inside love, i'll be in after" he says not wanting her nearby should things get violent.

She shakes her head softly glancing between them "n-no...please I don't want you to get hurt"

"I'll be fine baby please go inside" he pleads with her and she relents slowly walking around, the ex hurling insults at her as she goes when she goes to move past him he lunges forward grabbing her wrist causing her to scream.

The moment he touches her Kozik tackles him to the ground. He was caught off guard as Kozik takes him down. The Ex landed hard on the gravel, his back hitting the ground with an "oof". He tried to get up but Kozik was already on top of him, pinning him down.

"YOU DONT FUCKING TOUCH HER!" He screams in his face. The Ex tries to struggle against Kozik's hold, but it's no use. Kozik's grip is tight and strong.

"Get off me!" the Ex snarls, but Kozik just presses down harder, his face inches away from the Ex's. The ex turns his head to the girlfriend "you fucking see what you've done huh? You little whor-" Kozik doesn't let him finish punching him in the jaw.

"YOU SHUT UP DONT CALL HER THAT"

The ex let out a groan as Kozik punched him. His head slumped back into the gravel, reeling from the impact.

"You bastard!" he groaned, but Kozik didn't let up. He leaned forward, his face just inches away from the Ex's.

"You listen to me and you listen well," Kozik growls. "You're going to leave her alone. You're not going to speak to her, you're not going to call her names, and you're sure as hell not going to touch her again. Do. You. Understand?"

The Ex nods, his expression a mix of anger and fear. Kozik lets go of him and stands, taking a step back. The Ex sits up, his jaw sore, and glares up at her.

Kozik blocks his view standing in front of his trembling girlfriend.

The Ex gets to his feet, his hand rubbing his bruised jaw. "You think this is over?" he spits.

"It's over when she says it's over," Kozik replies, his voice hard and determined. "And she's already made it clear she doesn't want anything to do with you."

The Ex opens his mouth to reply but stops himself, his eyes darting between Kozik and his girlfriend. He clearly wants to say more, but he knows he's out matched.

"You're done here," Kozik says firmly. "So do yourself a favor and save yourself the beating and leave. Don't come back." Kozik stares him down, daring him to do something after a long while the ex stalks off back to his car across the street.

Kozik stays in a protective stance in front of her until the car disappears around the corner.

The moment he is out of sight he turn back to her. She's shaking, her eyes wide and tear-streaked. Kozik gently cups her face with his large, calloused hands, his expression softening.

"Baby, it's okay," he says soothingly. "He's gone. I'm here. You're safe now."

Kozik wraps his arms around her, holding her tight against him. He rubs soothing circles on her back, trying to calm her down.

"Shhh, it's alright love," he murmurs into her hair. "I got you. I got you."

They stand like that for a few moments, her clinging to him like a lifeline, him holding her close and protective. Finally, she pulls back a bit, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. Kozik brushes the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs, his touch gentle and caring. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you, alright?"

Tig Trager

Tig was at her place when the doorbell rang. Tig, being the gentleman he is, answered it for her.

"May I help you, ma'am?" Tig inquired to the older woman waiting outside.

The old woman glares at him, her eyes narrowing as she looks him up and down. “You’re making too much noise! Always driving that loud motorcycle, playing music late at night. It’s completely disrespectful!”

Hearing the womans shrill voice his girlfriend comes up behind him knowing he has a short fuse with these kinds of things. "I'm sorry, we'll try to keep it down from now on" she says not wanting to cause any issues with her neighbour.

The old woman huffs, clearly not satisfied with the response. “You young people have no respect these days. In my day, we knew how to behave properly. But I guess your generation doesn’t care about how your actions affect others, do you?”

Tig’s temper is reaching its boiling point, but he manages to keep his cool for now. "Respect goes both ways, lady," he says, his tone cold and calculated. "We’ve been keeping the noise down as much as we can. Maybe you should try investing in some earplugs or something."

The old woman looks affronted by Tig’s response. “How dare you speak to me like that! I have lived here for years before she even considered buying that house, and I will not be disrespected by some biker thug!”

Tig’s temper ignites at her words. “Biker thug? You call me a thug?” he scoffs, his voice rising in anger. “I was a Marine. I fought for this country. What have you done besides sit in your rocking chair and complain?“

The old woman looks taken aback by his words, her eyes narrowing further. “I don’t care what you’ve done. You’re still making too much noise and disturbing the peace. Maybe she should consider moving if you can’t handle living in a civilized neighborhood.”

Tig’s fists clench at his sides as he struggles to keep his composure. "Civilized neighborhood? You call this place civilized when all you do is nag and complain? Maybe you should learn to mind your own damn business and stop worrying about how loud we are."

"You watch your tone, young man! I have the right to live in peace and quiet, and I will not let some criminal with a bad attitude tell me otherwise." The old lady’s eyes flash with anger.

Tig is on the verge of losing his temper completely. "Criminal? I’m not a criminal," he says through gritted teeth. "And you don’t have the right to tell her what she can do in her own home. We’ll keep the noise down as much as we can, but we won’t be silenced just because you don’t like how we live."

The old woman huffs again, clearly not satisfied with Tig’s response. "I’ll be watching you. One more loud noise and I’ll call the police and repor-."

Tig doesn't let her finish and just slams the door in her face mumbling under his breath "Damn old lady." He huffs, turning to face his girlfriend. "Can’t she mind her own damn business? People these days, I swear. I bet shes just all pissy cause she ain't getting any... do you think Piney would take one for the team?" he asks jokingly pulling a giggle from her. "But seriously," he continues, his expression turning serious. "Don’t let her give you any grief....but you know you would have any issues if you just live with me....we can be as loud as we want there." He says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively putting his hands on her hips.

"I know, I know," she says, giggling again as she rolls her eyes at his antics. "And as tempting as that offer is... Its a little too soon for us baby...besides I dont think you can handle all this every day...do you think you could keep up old man." she says, running her hand over his chest.

He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I can definitely handle it baby doll." He says, his hands moving up her sides. "I can keep up just fine. In fact, I could probably wear you out before you could wear me out." He grins, pulling her closer to him.

"Wanna prove it, Trager?" She challenges peering up at him through her lashes.

A sly smirk spreads across his face as he eyes her up and down, taking in her seductive curves. "You bet your sweet ass I do," he growls, his hand moving to her hip, pulling her flush against his body. He cups her chin, lifting her face up to meet his gaze. His eyes darken with desire as he leans down to her ear, his breath hot on her skin. "You're playing with fire, darlin'," he whispers, his voice low and rough. His arms snake around her waist, pulling her closer still. His hands wander down to her ass, giving a firm squeeze. "You sure you can handle it?"

She gasps softly as he touches her, her body responding to his touch. "I can handle anything you throw at me, Trager," she whispers back, her eyes locking with his.

"Is that so?" He grins, nipping at her ear. "We'll see about that."

He scoops her up into his arms, holding her against his chest with ease. He strides over to the couch, setting her down on it before crawling over her, his body covering hers. He takes her wrists in his hands, pinning them above her head. He gazes down at her, his eyes filled with hunger and desire. "You still think you can handle it, doll?" She shivers as he holds her pinned beneath him, his body pressed against hers. She can feel his heat, his strength, the hardness of his muscles.

She meets his gaze boldly, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, I know I can handle it. But can you handle me, old man?"

He chuckles moving his lips hovering over hers but a loud knocking comes from the door once more causing them both to groan

"I CAN STILL HEAR YOU" The voice of the woman breaks through ruining the moment.

Tig growls in frustration, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. "Damn it," he mutters. He sits back on his heels, running a hand through his hair "Let's just ignore her hmm? she has to leave eventually"

She sighs "Tiggy, baby, we are not having sex in earshot of that woman total mood killer"

He sighs heavily "I could kill her if you want.. I'm sure no one would miss the old hag" he offers only half joking.

She swats his chest laughing "Don't you dare, she'll end up haunting me forever" she pouts.

Tig laughs, amused by her playful swat. "Okay, no killing the old bat," he agrees reluctantly holding his hands up.

"But seriously, how do we shut her up? You deserve to be able to make as much noise as you want in here without being hassled by some nosy neighbor."

She pauses, thinking for a moment. "I don't know... maybe I could talk to her again and try to reason with her. Or we could get some soundproofing for the walls."

He frowns thinking for a moment "...or you could just move in with me...you could sell this place or rent it out...I have a spare room you could turn into your own space if you want...I dont think it's too soon" he asks again completely sincere.

She looks at him, surprised by his proposal. "Move in with you? But... are you sure? I mean, it's a big step."

She can see the sincerity in his eyes, and a part of her is intrigued by the idea. Living with Tig would certainly be different than living alone, but the thought of waking up next to him every morning is pretty appealing...

"I'm sure," he says firmly. "I want you closer to me, and it would solve the nosy neighbor problem. Plus, I could keep you safe easier."

He reaches out and gently tucks a strand of her hair out of her face. "Besides, I like the thought of waking up with you every morning."

Chibs

Chibs and his girl were at the mall, walking up to the escalator hand in hand. While going up, Chibs' sharp eyes caught sight of something unpleasant. He saw a man standing a step bellow them discreetly aiming his phone under his girl's dress, attempting to take a picture.

Without skipping a beat, Chibs snatches the phone out of his hand. He holds it firmly, staring the man down. The creep froze, realizing he'd been caught, his eyes darting around nervously.

Chibs' grip on the phone tightened. He glanced at his girl who was visibly uncomfortable and quickly caught onto the situation, her cheeks flushing with anger.

"Ye thought ye could just take pictures of my girl without being seen, eh? Not on my watch," Chibs growled, his voice low and dangerous.

He opens the phone Chibs flicks through the images on the man's phone, each one more sickening than the last. His anger mounts as he realizes this creep has been a repeat offender, taking pictures of alot of unsuspecting women at the mall.

His jaw clenches tightly as his eyes narrow on the man, his voice dropping dangerously low. "Ye got quite the habit, don't ye? Takin' pictures up lassies' skirts without their knowledge," he seethes.

He hands the phone to his girl, making sure she sees the evidence. She looks at the pictures, her expression a mix of disgust and anger.

"I'll take care of this, don't ye worry," Chibs reassures her, turning his undivided attention back to the guy. His voice is firm and commanding, "Ye've got some explainin' to do, laddie. What's yer name?"

But they've reached the top now the man quickly trys to scramble past wanting to get away. Despite the man's attempt to flee, Chibs' reflexes are lightning fast. Before the guy can take 2 steps away, Chibs seizes him by the collar, yanking him firmly back.

"Nah, ye ain't goin' anywhere," Chibs hisses, his grip like iron, effectively boxing him in.

A small group has gathered around seeing the commotion his girlfriend quickly explains what's going on with a shaky voice so they don't get the wrong idea about what Chibs was doing handing the phone to a dad wearing dog tags with his two teen daughters so he can see for himself. The dad looks at the phone, his expression hardening as he sees the pictures. He passes the phone to one of the older girls, who also peeks at the images. She gasps, her hand flying to her mouth.

"Oh my God," she whispers.

The crowd surrounding them grows, with murmurs of disgust and outrage. Chibs holds the man firmly, his eyes scanning the gathering crowd.

The dad and few other men from the crowd help him hold the man down on the ground, none of them caring if they hurt him or not.

The man squirms in the grip of Chibs and the other men, but it's useless against their combined strength. Chibs holds him tight, his eyes narrowing angrily.

"Nuh-uh, laddie. Ye ain't gettin' away from this," he growls.

One guy in the crowd heads off to fetch mall security, and they arrive within a few minutes, taking the situation in.

The security guard approaches Chibs and the rest of the men holding the man prisoner. "What's going on here?" he asks, a sense of authority in his voice.

"This creep was takin' pictures up my girl's skirt on the escalator," Chibs explains, his voice a dangerous rumble.The security guard's eyes widen slightly as he nods in understanding, he then turns to address the man. "Is this true?"

"I... um... I...," the man stutters, his protests falling flat under the intense gazes of Chibs and the others.

"Save yer excuses, laddie," Chibs interrupts, his tone firm. "We all know what ye were doin'. There's the proof, right in yer damn phone."

The security guard nods, taking the phone from from her to have a look. His expression hardens as he goes through the images. The man's face is a mask of shame and fear as he's cornered.

"Alright, we'll be taking him into custody, and call the police" the security guard says to the crowd around them. "You can all return to your day now."

The people gradually disperse, the thrill of the spectacle wearing off. Chibs nods at the security guard. "Make sure he pays the price for what he's done," he adds, his voice hard and unforgiving.The man is taken away by the security guard, struggling but ultimately unable to escape.

Chibs turns to his girlfriend who still looks shaken. He puts his arm around her, pulling her close.

"Are ye alright, love?" he asks gently, his voice softer now the immediate threat is gone."I... I think so," she says quietly, her hand clinging to his. "I just can't believe someone would actually do that."

Chibs tightens his grip on her, pulling her into a tight embrace. "Aye, it's sick. But ye don's have to worry about him no more. He's goin' to get just what he deserves."

Chibs gently kisses the side of her head, his lips lingering against her hair. He draws her closer to him, his strong arms wrapping around her protectively.

"I'm sorry ye had to go through all that, lass," he murmurs, his voice soothing. "Don't worry, I'm here for ye."

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