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Hi can I request a smutty 3/e/32 cause of the heatwave reader shaves Jax Tellers hair. She wears a tiny dress with nothing under it cause it's too hot. and while Jax is sitting there and she's standing in front of him doing her thing he's going insane cause of that dress and starts stroking her thighs n more which leads to sex in the bathroom 🥵🥰
Heatwave.
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3. "Will you let me cut your hair?" + 32. "Can I touch you?" + e. Heatwave
Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. my first ever Jax fic - god this man is so gorgeous !! anon, i hope you don't mind that i chose to cut his hair rather than shave it - because the idea of shaving his blonde locks breaks my heart honestly :( thank you for this request!! x
my other jax fic.
Pairing - Jax Teller x Female Reader
Age Rating - 18+
Warnings - smut!! cursing
Word Count - 890
Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.
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You can't watch him struggle any longer.
Jax is in your driveway, working on his bike in the blazing sun. He's shirtless, golden skin on display, sweat dripping down his back. He looks like he should be on the front cover of a magazine.
You can see him becoming irritated. His hair keeps falling into his face, getting into his eyes. He repeatedly pushes it behind his ears, to no avail. It just falls again. You're worried he's going to pull it out in a fit of rage, honestly.
"Jax?" you call, rising from the porch to make your way towards him.
He turns when he hears you call his name, beaming smile on his face. The smile falters slightly when he takes in the sight of you. You're wearing a short, colourful sundress, material swishing around your mid thighs. It hugs your body in all the right places, thin straps revealing your lack of bra. He takes a deep breath upon your approach, begging his mind to stop racing with the filthy thoughts.
"Hi, darlin'," he drawls, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. You're wearing your cherry lip balm, and it takes everything in him not to bend you over the bike right there.
"Will you let me cut your hair?" you ask sweetly, throwing your arms around his neck.
"You want to? Thought you liked it long."
"I do, but it's getting in your way. Just let me take a little length off? It'll stop it from falling in your eyes."
He smiles at the realisation that you've been watching him struggle and could no longer bear it. An angel, sent just for him.
"Okay, baby. Let's do it," he says, kissing you again. Abandoning his bike, he picks you up around the middle and practically carries you inside.
You pull a chair into the bathroom and gesture for Jax to sit while you rummage in the drawer for the hairdressing scissors. When you find them, you move to stand between his legs, big blue eyes watching your every step.
Jax places his hands on your hips while you run your fingers through his hair, combing it gently. You're deciding how much to take off, surveying carefully. You know he won't mind either way, but you still want to make it look good.
You start snipping away, ignoring the beads of sweat that are dripping down your back. It's the hottest day of the year so far, and your air conditioning can only do so much. You wish you could walk around with your shirt off like Jax. He probably wouldn't mind, actually.
His hands migrate from your hips to your thighs, stroking up and down gently. He's making it hard to concentrate, so you double down on your focus, determined to finish the job. Neither of you say anything about the way your breathing has quickened, or the way his is now deep and laboured. His fingers brush higher, and you put the scissors down on the counter.
"What are you doing?" you question teasingly, placing your hands on his shoulders.
"Just sitting for my haircut, ma'am," he answers cheekily.
"Do you try and put your hand up all of your hair stylists dresses, Jackson?"
"Wouldn't dream of it," he winks.
His eyes darken slightly as they rake over your body, up and down. He wraps a strong arm around your back, pulling you into him further. The other hand is still tracing patterns on your inner thigh. He dares to move it higher, and lets out a guttural groan at what he finds.
"Fuck, honey. Are you wearing panties?"
"Nope," you reply, popping the 'P'. "Too hot."
He rests his head on your stomach and trails his fingers along the crease of your thigh.
"Can I touch you?"
"You are touching me, Jax."
"No, baby. Can I touch you here? Please?"
To emphasise his question, he brushes his fingers over your clit lightly. You jolt at the sudden contact, throwing your head back.
"Yes, Jax. Please."
You're suddenly grateful for the grip you have on his shoulders. Your knees are buckling already, balance unsteady. God, this man knows how to play you like a violin.
"No more teasing," you pant. "Need you."
How can he say no to that?
He's fumbling to unbutton his jeans, pushing them down his thighs. He pulls you forward so you're straddling him, and lines himself up. In one swift stroke, you roll your hips downwards and he slides home, both of you groaning.
"Fuck, darlin'."
"Shit, Jax. Please."
You use his thighs and his shoulders as leverage, moving yourself up and down. He thrusts upwards, meeting your strokes, sending pleasure prickling down your spine.
"This fuckin' dress," he groans. You giggle, and the vibrations drive him wild.
He can tell you're close when your hips start to stutter, rhythm faltering. He doubles down, thrusting up with more force. Jax bites down on your shoulder, and it sends you over the edge, white hot and blinding.
Your climax triggers his, hips not stopping until you're both spent and boneless. Your foreheads are pressed together, panting.
"I'm gonna buy you a hundred of these dresses," he chuckles.
"Fine by me," you reply, kissing him deeply.
"Good."
"Might need one with sleeves, though. Something's gotta cover this bite mark."
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rayslittlekitten · 6 months
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My First Night
“You Got This” Masterlist
A/N: Okay I've been wanting to write this for a looooong time and i think I finally figured it out. I wanted this to be tender and sweet (maybe a bit idealized as my first time was NOT any of those). I honestly miss these two. "My First Night" by Mya was the song that inspired this (YT link below).
Update: I fucked up. I prematurely posted this and have now updated the fic.
Rating: E (18+ ONLY)
Word Count: ~1,300
Pairing: Teenager!Jax Teller x Teenager F! Reader/OC (Opie's sister)
Plot: You're finally ready to take the next step with Jax and lose your virginity to him.
Contains: underage teenage sex, first time sex, losing virginity, PiV, fluff and tenderness
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"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Jax asks, his eyes locked on yours.
You stare back and nod your head as you let out a shaky breath.
"It's gonna hurt a lot," he warns you.
"I-I'm ready," you reassure him.
Jax leans down to give you a kiss on your forehead before looking down to align himself with you. You wince as he starts pushing in. He pauses when you emit an unpleasant sound and he then sees your face contort.
"We can stop-"
"No, I want to do this," you tell him.
"Okay," he nods.
He continues to gently push in as he watches for your reactions. You try to control your breathing as you feel yourself being stretched out.
"Ow! Ow!" A tear spills from the corner of your eye.
Jax stills his hips again.
"Okay I'm pulling out-"
"No!" you sniffle. "J-just go slowly. How much more is there?"
Jax glances down between the both of you.
"I only got the tip in."
Jax starts placing butterfly kisses on your face, hoping to help soothe the pain.
"I don't wanna hurt you," Jax reminds you.
He thought he got you wet enough, but now he's thinking maybe he should have prepared you more. He got a bit too excited when you told him you were finally ready to lose your virginity to him. The two of you got comfortable enough to do everything up until sex. He would penetrate you only with his fingers and every time, he would make you orgasm, drenching his hand each time. But this time, he may have not given you enough foreplay, rushing it a bit to finally be able to do this with you. He thought the lubricant on the condom would also help. A lot has to do with teenage hormones, but a part of him also wants to do this with you because he wants to, in his own words, make love to you. You thought that was sweet and it made you feel even more special.
"M-maybe if I smoke some weed or have some beer-" you start rattling off ideas, partly to distract yourself from the slight discomfort between your legs.
"No," Jax shakes his head. "I want you to be sober. I'd feel like I'm taking advantage of you. We can try another time-"
"Please, Jackson," you plead. "I want this."
Jax is torn between his raging hormones and his feelings for you. He's even surprised at himself for having so much self-control right now.
"I gotta go all the way in if you want to get past the pain," he says with his brows turned down.
"I can take it," you nod. "Do it."
Jax finally nods and leans in to give you a tender kiss. He watches your reaction again as he pushes in. You wince but don't make a sound. Another tear slips out from your eye and he frowns.
"Keep going," you tell him.
With that, as gently as possible, he slides himself all the way to the brink, making you gasp. He stays still, letting your body get accustomed to the new sensation.
"Fuck, you're so tight."
You start crying, feeling the burn of getting stretched out.
"I know, I know. I’m sorry." He coaches you and guides you through your first time. "It'll feel better. I promise. Just relax."
He wipes the tears from your face with his thumbs and plants a kiss on your forehead. He then starts kissing you again, making out with you for a bit to distract you from the pain, which subsides after a few moments.
"How are you feeling?" he checks up on you.
"It doesn't hurt as much as anymore," you tell him.
"I'm gonna start going in and out, okay?"
You nod and brace yourself. He gives you another comforting kiss before he starts moving. His hips pull back and push in, slowly and gently. You let out a sigh, taking in this new feeling. When he senses your body in a more relaxed state, he picks up the pacing. The old and worn out wooden bed frame creaks as he rocks. The lumpy mattress that’s probably been stained with so many bodily fluids, dips below you. The clubhouse dorm room isn’t where you imagined your first time, but you and Jax had limited options. With the club on a run and Gemma running errands, this was the best time and place, but it doesn’t matter because all that matters is who you’re with.
You were self conscious of being completely naked for the first time in front of Jax, but all those insecurities have gone away. Instead, it is replaced by the feeling of his naked body rubbing against yours. You feel so connected to him in a way you've never expected. His skin is so soft and smooth. The nerves of your skin get more sensitive with each stroke. You want to embrace him with every inch of your body and stay like this forever. You slip your arms behind him, feeling his bare back under your palms as his muscles flex. The burn between your legs has transformed into a more pleasurable feeling and you can feel yourself getting more aroused. Suddenly, Jax pauses, remaining still while inside of you.
"W-what happened?" you ask, wondering if you may have done something wrong.
"I'm just... pacing myself," he replies. "If I keep going, I'm going to bust in like two pumps."
"I-is that normal?"
"For guys my age? Yeah. But I'm also just over excited. I rubbed one out before I came to see you, but obviously, that didn't help."
You catch him studying your face. There's a smile that reaches his twinkling eyes.
"What?"
"Nothing," Jax shakes his head. He opens his mouth again, but he stops himself.
"What is it?" you press.
He simply slots his mouth over yours before moving his hips again. This time, his pacing is a bit quicker and more forceful. You moan into his mouth feeling a warmth forming below your belly. You instinctively wrap your legs around his lower waist and hook your ankles together. His kisses turn feverish as his thrusts pick up. Your fingernails dig into his back.
"Jackson..." you pant. "It feels so good."
Jax groans as he tries to hold back, delaying his release for you. He shifts his hips, changing up the position a little and you moan when he hits a new spot. A somewhat familiar yet new sensation rapidly multiples.
"Oh god," you yelp. Your body tenses and the tightening in your gut spreads.
"Let it go, darlin'," Jax grunts, resting his forehead against yours. "Let it all go."
He punches up against you as he quickly starts spiraling. You moan and cry out when something inside you snaps and the warmth floods your entire body. Jax lets out a growl and lets himself go as soon as he feels your wall contracting, no longer able to wait. You arch up and look up at him, your face contorting as your orgasm takes over you. You gasp when you feel him pulsating inside you.
"Fuck!" Jax growls.
He continues to pump inside of you until all of his seed spills out and collapses on top of you. His face is buried in your neck as you both catch your breaths. Your heart is pounding hard against your chest and you wonder if Jax can feel it as well.He finally pulls back and looks at you again with that same look he did earlier..
"I love you."
Your heart is so full right now, you can cry.
"I love you, too, Jackson."
In this moment, you are so happy, you are certain there is absolutely nothing that can take it away. Jax nudges his nose against yours and your hands cup his face before your lips meet again.
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kindnessisweakness2 · 9 months
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Masterlist!!
Delusional (Jax Teller X OC!)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28
*** (Jax Teller X OC!) - Havent worked out a name for this yet!!
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9
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Perfect Chaos (Angel Reyes X OC!) 
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10
You Were A Bet (Angel Reyes X OC)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 
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harmshake · 8 months
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Once again, I'm up at 1:30 am writing horny bullshit about my fav characters...but this time it's Jax Teller cuz 🥵
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...I mean, look at the material. 😩
I actually wrote a 12 chapter mystery/murder fic about Jax and the Sons of Anarchy that will likely never see the light of day, so here's this instead. 😅
꘎♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡꘎~ ヾ๑ˊᵕˋ๑◞♡
Forbidden Fruit
🖤 Pairing: Jax Teller x Kenya (my Black female oc)
🖤 Warnings: 18+ ONLY, NSFW. Also, it is unfinished and it is straight up smut. 😼
🖤 Word Count: ~1,300
Happy reading!
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"You sayin' you shouldn't be here...but you ain't left yet," Jax said softly against Kenya's lips, his voice deep and slightly gravelly.
He was right. She wasn't trapped or being held hostage. The door was unlocked and only a few steps away from the bed where they laid side by side. But she couldn't find the will to remove herself from his lips on hers, his hand holding her chin, his thumb caressing her bottom lip. It felt good...he felt good.
"But this isn't right," Kenya nearly whispered. She was right, too. Jax wasn't a single man. Quite the opposite. Yet he always had his sky blue eyes on her, watching her closely like she was forbidden fruit that fell from the heavens, forbidden fruit he was curious to taste.
Kenya only noticed as she, too, couldn't look away from him and his brooding yet devilishly handsome face, often framed by his longish, dirty blond hair that he'd push back behind his ears. That brooding made her worry for him, want to care for him, but he had a wife to do that for him.
She was merely a bartender in SAMCRO's clubhouse bar. But the way Jax marveled at her each time he sat at the counter and ordered his whiskey made her feel like his guardian angel. He'd study her dark afro coils pulled into a puff ponytail on her head like it was her halo. He'd observe her deep brown skin like it was glowing. And he'd watch her walk away like feathered wings would sprout from her back.
Kenya wished she could hold him, protect him from all the chaos he'd seen, especially as they shared long, thoughtful, and often painful conversations at that bar counter. She could tell she was a comfort to him, and it made her feel closer to him.
And when Jax pulled her soft, curvy body closer to him on the bed, his smooth lips falling to her jaw and then her neck before his warm breath whispered back to her, "This feels wrong to you...?" as his hand fell from her chin to her ample breast, Kenya could only mumble a moan.
He let his big hand cup the weight of it, her nipple hardening as his fingertips teased it with soft pinches. He breathed a brief moan against her skin when Kenya's hand landed on his inner thigh in his jeans with a weak attempt to push him away. "Jax..." she whimpered.
"You didn't answer me," he said. He could feel everything in her body telling him to explore her. He'd felt it for months before they even touched, their vibrations humming loudly in his ears when they were near each other, making his heart pound if they touched by accident. The look in her eyes then would shake with desire...and Kenya trembled slightly in his embrace now as she whimpered in need again as his lips went on her chest, letting him gently tug down the fabric of her dress and bra until her dark brown nipple was free for him to wrap his lips around.
She felt like he licked at it like it was her clit, his tongue circling it before flattening to it with long flicks that made her snake her fingers through the silky hair of the back of his head, a moan slithering from her lips.
"We shouldn't," Kenya murmured yet another moan followed as she allowed Jax's lips to move even lower, watching him with hungry eyes as he pulled up her dress to reveal her tummy and thick, bare thighs that he gave turns planting soft kisses on.
"Still not an answer," he said with his mouth in front of her mound. Jax could see her holding her breath, feel her delicate, humid heat through her panties, could see the damp spot he'd created with his kisses. He licked his lips before he hooked her panties with his thumb and pulled them aside, Kenya's warm, intimate scent grazing his face and making his tongue slide out between his lips.
He slid it between her lips, at last tasting her semisweet nectar as he covered her with his mouth, nearly moaning into her as his tongue moved unhurriedly to savor her flavor from top to bottom, over and over. He took one of her thighs into his hand to pin down to the bed, opening her up more for his lips and tongue to settle on her sweetest spot that made Kenya finally release that deep, tortured breath as her tummy caved in, a rather noisy moan escaping her that she tried to catch with her hands over her mouth.
"Did that feel wrong, too?" Jax asked with a slight smirk. It certainly felt right to him, his dick already growing hard between him and the mattress as he nestled himself in the middle of her thighs. He wanted more of her and he couldn't wait for an answer, letting his fingers get caught in her panties so his thumb could lightly tease her clit, up and down with just enough pressure to make her grunt and bite her lip. He watched Kenya's chest move up and down, too, another smirk touching his lips as he rolled his tongue into her wet entrance, feeling her throb around it and under his thumb.
"Unhhhuhh," Kenya nearly hiccuped as her pleasure made her breath hitch, made her feel warm all over. She couldn't dare look down at Jax and enjoy the sight of someone else's husband licking her like he wanted to collect her nectar with his tongue and memorize her taste. Yet she dared, anyway...and as they locked eyes, her heart thudded to see his beautiful face as he made her moan for him again.
"So, is that a no...or a yes...?" Jax whispered huskily, his lips brushing against her clit before he kissed it. She responded with her hands on the back of his head, pushing his face to her, her willpower to resist him finally releasing her.
"Yesss. Ohhh, fuck...yes, Jax," Kenya whined desperately as he indulged her, ripping her panties from her waist with surprising strength to release her fully into his desperate mouth.
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Jax gazed up at Kenya as he suckled her, both fascinated with her airy moans and curious how much pleasure he could coax from her beautiful body writhing beneath his tongue.
He worked for her pleasure, explored her thoroughly, as his lips pressed to Kenya's clit once more, kissing and gently sucking her with his tongue, his big hands gripping her thick thighs that shook around his head. He learned from her first orgasm that shaking was her tell...she was close and he could feel it, taste it as she grew wetter and spilled into his mouth, down his beard, and only to the bed where she made a little puddle.
And as he watched her arch her back—her other tell—with her chin tipped to the ceiling as her moans raced towards it, Jax wanted to see and feel her cum even harder than before. Kenya's chest heaved with another breathy moan and he didn't take his eyes off her as she clutched the bed sheets around her, her breath stuttering and her wet warmth fluttering in his mouth once again. It felt good...she felt good as she poured her pleasure onto his face, making that puddle bigger, feeding him more than he could swallow. Yet he tried, anyway, wanting to devour his forbidden fruit like it was his only chance to enjoy it...
Jax knew that was a likely possibility and so he threw himself into Kenya, letting his senses be taken over by her: He soaked in the sight of her beauty quivering on his tongue; he pressed his nose to her mound to inhale her heady, sweet scent; he tasted that sweetness; and he felt his dick pulse as it hardened with each pulse of her orgasm, each aching moan filling his ears.
Kenya's hands found themselves in his hair again as he made her into euphoria, made her see god beyond the ceiling. Jax let her fall back to earth gracefully as he left a trail of kisses up her body and to her lips, his tongue coating hers with her own flavor as his nude body hovered over hers.
"Do you want me inside you?" Jax uttered to her and she whimpered when the tip of his dick nudged her clit. Her hands were still in his hair as she held him close for another messy kiss, her nectar smearing on her chin from his beard.
Jax only pulled away to look into her eyes for any regret about what they'd just done—and what else they wanted to do. It was the same regret she was looking for in his. There was none...only her starry-eyed pleasure as she gazed at him through low eyelids and quietly replied, "I want you inside me."
And this time, she didn't hesitate to act, ready for more of him, reaching down between them to curl her fingers around his warm, hard length that twitched in her supple grasp.
"Fuuuck..." Jax groaned under his breath, his lips on her throat as she pushed him inside. She felt not only as delicious as she tasted, but heavenly, surrounding him with her warm, wet essence that held him tight. They moaned onto each other's skin as she let him take control, Jax putting a hand on the bed as his other pinned her thigh to his chest as he slowly stroked himself deeper.
Kenya felt him getting deliciously deep, their hips and intimate hair fondling as he held himself in her snug embrace. He made her feel like she needed to make room in her stomach to hold him and keep him close, away from the evil world outside of themselves. Her hands fell to his strong, naked chest, as did her face as she buried it between his pecs, letting out a muffled sob as he buried himself in her...
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Thanks for reading! 🖤
Tagging just my girlies who I think wouldn't mind a lil SOA fic. 🫶🏾
@harlem11680 @mzv11 @southerngirl41 @2baddies2furious @cyberdejos2 @miyuhpapayuh
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thisreadswhatever · 5 months
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Series Masterlist
Summary: Jax Teller is used to getting what he wants. At least that was the case before he met you.
Series CW: 18+ minors do not interact, a smutty, angst filled series / no major content warnings yet but will update as I write
Wordcount: incomplete
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♡ PART ONE - Pretty Sweet
♡ PART TWO - coming soon
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rebelwrites · 6 months
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Till The Wheels Fall Off || Masterlist
Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)
Small town meets the fast lane.
Nova Teller, a force not to be reckoned with. She’s just about keeping her head above water trying to balance keeping two businesses alive as well as looking after her family. In her eyes she doesn’t have time for love. But what happens when it comes knocking on her door?
Charles Leclerc, after a shit start to the 2023 season all he is focused on is getting his head back in the game, not falling in love.
What happens when two souls meet?
Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?
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One: Good Days And Bad
Two: Welcome To Charming
Three: He Was Checking You Out
Four: This Is A Matter Of Life Or Death
Five: I’ll Call You Sunshine
Six: What’s The Worst That Could Happen
Seven: The Old Nova Is Out To Play
Eight: Highs And Lows
Nine: Unfortunate Kind
Ten: I Have A Confession
Eleven: Tellers Never Quit On Family
Twelve: You Deserve The World
Thirteen: The Man That Raised Me
Fourteen: Can’t Steal Something You Own
Fifteen: So What Happened Last Night?
Sixteen: Give Me Your Goddamn Kutte!
Seventeen: Baby You Ain’t As Anonymous As You Think
Eighteen: He Wants To Play Cupid
Nineteen: You Got Her Singing Again
Twenty: Jackson Teller Are You Jealous
Twenty One: He’s Already Forgot About Me!
Twenty Two: I Don’t Know If You Know But I Am A Famous F1 Driver
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darqchilddaydreamz · 3 months
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TIME TRAVEL
A Jax Teller fan fic
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18+ ONLY BLOG *🚩MINORS GO AWAY!🚩
3k words
The SONs belong to Kurt. My heart belongs to the boys & these stories belong to me.
Reblog! Comment like it sends me a thrill...cuz it does ;)
Look y'all...don't ask me cuz I don't know how this happened. Jax? Jax is still the enemy. I hope Juice will forgive me. This entire premise lands solely on the shoulders of @withmyteeth and a single comment she left on a drabble months ago. Please let me know how you feel about this one. Enjoy!
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Victoria Bennett. 
Perhaps the young Bennett girl would have gone completely unnoticed the summer she showed up in Charming if it weren’t for those huge green eyes she’d yet to grow into and her heavy red-brown hair, a signature family trait. ‘Vicks-on-sticks’ they had called her and her skinny legs once they learned her name. As predictable preteen hooligans, Opie and Jax hollered it at her from the street, zooming by on their bikes, circling her block for no reason other than boredom. They soon found out she threw like a boy twice her size when she pegged Jax dead center in his back with a rock the size of her scrawny fist. Once she warmed up to them, the solemn face she put on in front of her pretentious, schoolmarm aunt disappeared. For the next four weeks, they got into all kinds of middle school mischief. For Jax, her heading back home on the promise of writing to him and Opie felt like a loss.
She didn’t come back every summer like they thought she would and her letters on the frilly paper, tapered off to just Christmas and birthday cards, because writing letters back was not exactly the way the two teenage boys were programmed. By the time she arrived in Charming again, filled out and fully come into her own - one smile and Jax quietly lost his hormone-filled mind. Sweet 16 looked good on her. A bountiful chest, curvy hips and thick thighs were an addition he never expected from the scrawny girl he met the summer before 7th grade. Maybe it was because her aunt hated Jax and everything his people stood for, or that Gemma disapproved of Victoria's very existence that by summer’s end they had gotten together every chance they had. Stripping off clothes as fast as they could, youth and urgency led the way. Between sneaking him into her room or climbing into her aunt’s back seat in the garage and meeting behind the large shed in his backyard, they became quite proficient at finding each other in the dark. They mastered keeping all their love bites below the collar and their moans quiet. Oscar-worthy actors, they ignored each other in front of the adults in their lives, then disappeared into the woods for long walks and bouts of comfortable silence.
Her leaving that summer bothered Jax more than he would ever admit to Opie or anyone else…well, except Victoria - who found out his feelings via the one letter Jax wrote to her after she left. That school year Jax hooked up with Tara and life unfolded as it did. Over the next two years there were updates scrawled in her pretty handwriting on postcards mailed from her hometown in Washington and various places she traveled. And to Gemma’s annoyance a few late night calls when Victoria, now simply called Vee by Jax, needed a listening ear outside her normal circle of friends. Jax always curled up on the couch, offering a different perspective and she always hung up stronger. Bolder. Able to not care what everyone expected of her, at least for a while.
A few more years passed before Jax came home to a wedding invitation left on his bed. Victoria Bennett & Davidson Perry. Through their talks, Victoria had confessed to Jax that she was dating Davidson during the last summer she came to Charming. Jax was upset about it at first but not really, it just stung his burgeoning, golden boy ego. Seeing their names together in print meant she was choosing this Davidson again. Over him? No. Yes? He didn’t know how to feel.
Gemma was all over the conflict she sensed within him. She tried to sniff out just how close her son and the “little Bennett bitch” had actually gotten, asking directly if she had a grandchild to cash in on up there in “Richville”. Jax’s nose flared at the reference to the Bennett family money and the prying into his life, so she left it alone but noted it took Jax two weeks to actually throw the invitation away.
Jax doesn’t remember when they started communicating again exactly, but it was after the wedding. They narrowed their relationship down to two people whenever they spoke….him and her. It was right before he found out he was going to have a son with Wendy that she issued the first invitation to come see her…and he went - not knowing they were beginning a pattern both of them were powerless to stop.
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Jax flared his nostrils at Gemma’s not-so-subtle prying, he had already had a similar conversation with Tara and he just wanted to get going.
Her eyes bored into his when she asked, “Where’re you headed?”
Jax gave her a head tilt, staring right back, “Just got something to take care of, ma.”
“Like what?” She leaned back on one hip and tilted her chin up in disapproval. “Doesn’t the club need you here?”
“Not today. It’ll be quick. I promise.”
Gemma folded her arms across her chest wanting a straight answer but knowing better than to demand it. Jax was working his way around the room picking up jacket, tucking his wallet in his pocket and his gun in his back. “Tiggy going with you?”
Jax strolled over to her with a tiny mischievous smile, “I don’t need a babysitter or a bodyguard.” Kissing her cheek, he let his eyes and tone soften, giving her what she needed. What she always needed…his open and obvious consideration for her feelings. “I'll be back in one piece…I swear.” 
“Still Jax--,.”
“Ma…stop worryin'.”
With pursed lips, she cut her eyes at him patting down the lapel of his blue plaid pendleton, “That’s my job.”
“Then take a vacation.” His let his lips curl up on one side, teasing her. His famous smirk turned grin was so perfect even she couldn’t resist it this time.
With a sigh, she tried one more time to keep herself in the loop, “Call me so I know you're safe.”
Jax gave her a shoulder lift and another tilt of his head, “Cross my heart.”
Pulling away, he grabbed his helmet giving her one more smile and feeling zero guilt for the deception as he rode off for Oakland.
0.o.0.o.0
Jackson Teller had never been second choice a day in his life but there he was, walking through the lavish lobby of the Kissel Luxury Hotel in Oakland because she had picked up the phone and crooked her pretty little manicured finger. The minute she called, a low hum started in his body. The second he hit the road the club was still there, still on his mind - just fuzzy, out of focus and Tara? Jax couldn’t conjure up her face right now if he tried. Ignoring the looks he got from the other hotel guests, Jax stood in the elevator. His leather and denim next to their stylish sequined tops and perfectly pleated dress pants made for a quiet ride up. Jax was grateful when the riding car emptied out and he could go the rest of the way to her floor alone. Watching the numbers above the doors go higher, he tapped his riding gloves on his leg until they reached the P for the penthouse suites level.
Ping. The slight jerk of the elevator’s car brought him out of his thoughts and he shook his head when the doors opened revealing a huge, ornate mirror flanked by huge lush, green plants. Following the discrete, gold-mounted sign he strolled down the hall to P4. Most people would find a thrill in it, but he knew it wasn’t special to her. If there was a penthouse, ocean view or a rooftop terrace to reserve, she'd get it. Their childhood friendship made it so that her Porsche needs never seemed to clash with his Harley ones. The two of them made no sense whatsoever but the need for her, and vice versa, remained. Standing in front of her door, he pressed the buzzer absentmindedly adjusting his cut while he waited. Just knowing he was going to see her made him stand up straighter, feel lighter.
"Jackson."
His name slid off her tongue like a magical elixir stripping a decade of miles from his bones.
“Vee,” his smile was genuine, his blue eyes sparkling.
She looked beautiful and elegant as always, even barefooted in a simple grey lounge set and a flowing wrap in light and dark greys. Victoria didn’t look at what he wore, she didn’t care. She never had. Her mesmerizing eyes, green with a heavy black outline stayed locked on his. Hauntingly beautiful, they remained steady until his breathing grew shallow and he itched to touch her.
“Come in.”
Stepping forward into his path, she hugged him tight. Feeling his tension slip away under the influence of her hands softly kneading his shoulder blades and the back of his neck, she pressed a kiss to his cheek. Lingering just long enough for him to feel her exhale begin, warming the spot.
They eyed each other, her counting the increments of time they had been apart by the added sun freckles on his nose and the tiredness at the corners of his eyes. And him by the way she was still holding on to his hand, subtly pulling him closer, needing the thing he gave her - the strength to say fuck you to the world. Over last decade, they had chosen to skip talking about her husband or his wife, ex-wife or new wife. Being together flung them back in time, and they both were oblivious to the wedding ring on the other’s hand.
Jax took a look around, he wasn’t surprised by the level of opulence that was wrapped around him once again. “This is nice."
Her teasing smile mirrored his, “Only the best for you, Teller.”
The 1000 square foot presidential suite’s high ceilings were just the beginning. Between the custom chandelier and the outdoor patio with its cityscape views, the price tag would have given him a migraine. This place had Victoria written all over it.
Jax stripped off his cut and jacket knowing she was watching. “You know I don’t need any of this, Vicks.”
Vicks-on-sticks. The frown she focused on him held no real anger. She knew he was remembering just as she was. “Really? Still?”
Jax grinned, ambling over to her in the kitchen. “Come on. You can’t still be mad at me for that.
She closed the refrigerator door, putting a water and a beer on the counter. “It was mean. I was traumatized.”
Leaning on the raised bartop, he tipped his head and laughed, protesting. “We were kids.”
“Some of us still are.”
“Ooooh!” Jax came around to stand by her, a smile dancing on his lips as she folded her arms and tried to ignore his nearness. “Am I?”
She kept her eyes on the distance, refusing to smile. Jax swung her around by her waist to lean her back into his chest. “Vee.”
She wiggled not truly trying to break his hold. “That’s Victoria to you,” she teased in her haughtiest tone.
Clearing her throat to keep from laughing and turned her head, arching her eyebrow. Jax tugged her closer, his voice a smooth rumble. “Okay…Victoria. How ‘bout I promise to be all man while I’m here.”
“You could try.”
Resting his chin on her shoulder, his lips were closer to her ear than anyone with a pulse could ever ignore. Slowly he turned her around to face him, his hands crept around her waist drawing her closer. Her eyelids drooped and her lips parted when he slid his hands lower, palming her hips, “Did I ever say I was sorry back then? Cause I am…sorry.”
“No. I distinctly remember that you did not.”
The filthy chuckle that rumbled in his chest and his hands trailing up her back, set her entire body on fire. “Then I’ve got a decade’s worth of apologizing to do.”
“I thought you might want lunch or a drink.” She gestured toward the bottles she put on the counter.
“I do…but you need to get your apology first.”
Dipping his knees, he picked her up and put her on the counter. Cupping her cheek, he let himself be drawn into those green eyes, excited by the growing dark center and her wanton wandering hands. Their first kiss was barely restrained. The slow dance of lips and tongue a rush of feeling, instant heat. Loosening her wrap, he let it pool behind her. Lifting up her shirt, which probably cost more than half of all of his shirts put together, he brushed over her skin. Its paleness contrasted with his tanned hands. He took in the navy blue lace cups that barely contained her lush, full breasts and wet his lips.
Jax’s eyes had gone dark and she loved to see it. Stripping off his shirt, his voice rolled out heavy with desire and deadly serious. “How sorry do you want me to be?”
The answer was in her eyes, but she spoke it just the same. “Very.”
After all the time that had passed since his youthful offense, how could he deny her that?
0.o.0.o.0
It was evening when Victoria peeled away from Jax to open the bedroom’s sliding glass doors and let in the night air. Her lush, curved outline called for Jax’s attention as she stretched in the moonlight. He watched her pad back toward him, breasts swaying lightly, hair mussed. As she walked past the large floor lamp the tan cover created alluring shadows on her. Beautiful. Jax smiled softly and she slipped on her robe quickly, as if she had just realized she was naked.
“I sold one of my songs yesterday.”
Jax sat up, his eyes crinkling from his huge grin. “No shit?”
When she nodded yes, her smile was so joyous, he forgot his own nudity and crawled to the end of the bed to wrap her up in a hug. “That’s great, Vee. It really is.”
She grinned into his kiss, warming under his pride. “Who bought it?”
“Not a who this time. A what.”
Jax flopped back on the bed and found his underwear while she explained. “A production company liked it so I’ll be working exclusively for them for a while. I did a straight deal, not much up front but a decent royalty percentage on the back end. It’ll be pressure to produce specifically what they need but at least, no random project cutting corners on Netflix can steal them without pissing off a company that can actually afford to sue. I’m pretty protected.”
The heavy envelope that landed by his leg surprised him. He looked at Vee and she just grinned waiting for him to open it. “What’s this?”
“It’s from the deal…figured you deserved a piece.”
Jax’s eyebrows screwed up into a frown looking inside at the bills. Habit made him able to count the bundles in a single glance. “This is like 3,000 dollars…I can’t take this.” He folded it closed and tossed the envelope back toward her.
“It’s exactly three thousand and yes you are. Put it away for the boys, or for an emergency.”
Jax’s face closed. His jaw and fists clenched and he took a breath before looking up at her. The one thing they didn’t do was use each other. He had his business, his contacts and she had hers. They never crossed their personal lives in that way or asked each other for favors. He didn’t want to taint their situation with money.
“No, Vee. I don’t want it.”
“Too bad.” Victoria climbed back into the bed and straddled him so he couldn’t ignore her. “The song wasn’t my song…it was ours.”
Jax’s frown returned confused.
“I wrote it when I got back home our last summer together. I’ve revised it a thousand times but it’s always been about you, Jax.”
Jax shook his head no quickly, “But you don’t owe me--,”.
“Hey! Who was it that told me to tell my dad to fuck off when I wanted to quit college and just write? When he threatened to cut me off and kick me out?” Jax relaxed some, chuckling low remembering how they laughed when she told him she actually used his words.
“And who listened to me cry when I got seven rejection letters in one day?” Victoria's eyes misted remembering how much that day had bludgeoned her confidence. “Who told me not to quit? Everyone else jumped in to support me after I sold my first song. You were the only one who believed in me before.”
Jax let her hold his face in her hands, looping his arms around her waist. “Can’t you see how much that meant to me?”
His blue eyes were lost in her green ones. A smirk began to form on his lips breaking the seriousness of the moment and she rolled her eyes in advance, knowing he was loading up a smart ass something to say. “So…you wrote a song about me, huh? I was that good?”
“Oh God!” She smacked his chest and jerked away but he held on tight. “Let! Go!”
Laughing, he locked his arms around her waist. Victoria tried to pull away and keep her robe from twisting open at the same time, eventually she had to choose which struggle to concede. Sitting still on his lap, she pressed her lips down on her own mirth but her giggles kept escaping, making him laugh all over again.
There was a piece of them out there for the world to see. It made him proud. It was a piece of his blackened history that was good. Squeezing her plush thighs lightly, Jax slid his hands up. His thumbs brushed the slippery fabric of her robe open over her lap on the way to her waist and all playfulness ended for her. He let her lips meeting his attempt to tell him - to thank him. Then he let her body say the rest, again and again.
0.o.0.o.0
It was early morning when Jax stepped out of the elevator into the lobby. The manager at the service desk smiled politely, nodding his way. He checked his phone to find a goodnight text from Tara and a where-are-you voicemail from Gemma. He knew that Victoria was probably upstairs checking in with her husband, like a good wife should, before going to her early meeting. He tucked the envelope she had given him in his saddlebag, locking it up for safekeeping until he could decide what to do with the cash. What would a good husband do? He wasn’t sure.
Sitting on his bike, Jax checked the mirror for color on his lips, wiping them carefully. He hated kissing her goodbye. Every single time, no matter how he prepared for it, he felt it far more deeply than he should. They never made plans for the next time they would see each other. In a way, it let them pretend that their coming together wasn’t going to happen again. But whether it was months or a year, it didn’t matter. They both already knew the next time she called, he’d get on his bike and hold her like she was his for as long as time allowed.
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The Wedding Date: Table 1
Sons of Anarchy x The Wedding Date (2005)
CHAPTERLIST
Summary: Trying to avoid as many wedding week activities as possible, Kat finds herself taking a last minute job.
Warnings: 18+ only, murder, gun violence, general themes of the show
Words: 3.5k
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There was trash everywhere. Nothing looked like it had seen soap in at least a decade and the air smelled faintly of death, which wasn’t surprising for a trainyard in Oakland.  Kat pulled her jacket a little tighter, wobbling on her heels over the gravel while trying to keep her camera steady.
“Why does your dad even want this place if it’s such a shit hole?” her best friend, TJ, asked from the corner of her phone screen.  It was pretty standard for Kat to facetime her when she was in a sketchy location looking at real estate, using the comfort of having someone else aware of the situation, even if they couldn't be there in person.  
Kat carefully stepped over the tracks, moving farther away from the safety of her SUV.  “Oh, you know Dad, always looking to make a deal.”  That was an understatement and they both knew it.  Donald Bren had enough money that it didn’t matter if he got a deal on what he wanted, he could buy it anyway.  Kat just couldn’t understand why he wanted this place in particular.
“What I don’t get is,” TJ started, pausing to take a drag on her ever present cigarette, “in his stable of top of the class agents, why you’re the one that had to go.  Especially with it being the wedding week and all.”
At that moment, Kat was thankful that TJ was not there in person and she had been able to angle the camera away from her face to hide her lie.  “Dad needed someone he trusted on this one,” she said easily.  The truth was, she volunteered, practically begging to have something, anything, to pull her away from the festivities that were kicking off her baby sister’s wedding.  In a time not too long ago, she would have been ecstatic, thrilled, even, to spend this time with her family, but if things had worked out how she had planned them, she’d already be married herself and the best man would have been her husband instead of her good for nothing ex that wasted seven years of her life.  
Not that she was bitter.
So, yeah, even a rusted out train station in the armpit of San Francisco sounded like a better place to be right then.
The wind off the bay was wreaking havoc on her hair, the red strands blowing against her face as she swatted at them, trying to keep them out of her eyes.  “Hold on a sec, TJ, I’ve got to do something about my hair,” she said, setting her phone down on a shipping crate that looked like it’d seen better days, flipping the camera to front facing so she could see what she’s doing.  She didn’t bother to stop recording, knowing she was going to have to go back and edit the footage before showing it to her father anyway.
While fixing her hair, she couldn’t help but compare herself to her best friend.  Where TJ was all dark hair and tanned skin with curves in all the right places, Kat looks the same as she did when she was twelve years old, puberty completely passing her by without leaving so much as a pimple.  Her pale skin remained unblemished but she’d started to notice the wrinkles in the corner of her eyes and the lines in her cheeks from her boardroom smile not quite disappearing anymore.  Not that she was old, she reminded herself, it’s just that she thought she would be at a very different place before she began not to recognize the woman in the mirror.
TJ continued, completely oblivious to Kat’s scrutiny.  “It’s kinda sad, you know, that you’re not bringing someone this weekend.  I’d love to see the look on the dickwad’s face when you walked in with someone on your arm.  Bonus points if he’s gorgeous.”  
Kat laughed, knowing that she’s purposefully left no time in her life since her canceled engagement to even think about dating again.  “That would be kinda funny,” she agreed, thinking of the look on their faces if she showed up with someone, no one expecting her to be anything but single and alone.  This late in the game though, everyone she knows is either invited or unavailable and while she could resort to something like Tinder, who would want their first date to be at a wedding?
“Oh, I know,” TJ said, pointing her fingers at the camera.  “Pick up a hooker while you're down there in the dumps.”
Kat barked a laugh, twisting her fingers through her hair, trying to smooth it out before securing it again.  “Oh, yea.  Great plan.  I’m sure that would make Dad proud.”  
“Well, I don’t know about your Dad, but it sure would get Jeffrey’s attention.”
That caused Kat to pause.  Even two years later, she still wasn’t quite sure why Jeffrey broke her heart.  They had everything going for them, so she thought.  Both settled in their careers, a small but supportive group of friends, a planned wedding, until one day he walked in and said he couldn’t do it anymore and left.  The echo of heartbreak rattled her chest, a feeling that would consume her if she let it, so changed the subject.  “Maybe I’ll swing by Stockton, pick up some getting out and bring them with me.”
TJ howled on the other line.  “That’s a great idea!  I can already tell this wedding is going to be boring anyway, what better to make a scene than to show up with a criminal on your arm.”
As outlandish as the idea was, Kat considered it for just a moment.  She’d managed to block the wedding out of her mind for so long, that she hadn’t even truly considered the ramifications of her showing up alone.  How just two years ago, these people had been invited to her wedding that never happened.  The realization that she was about to spend the weekend receiving nothing but looks of pity finally dawned her and for a split moment, she thought about tying herself to the train tracks.
“TJ,” she said, her voice wavering slightly.  “I’ve got to find a date for this weekend.”
“Now we’re talking!  Should I send you some of my Tinder matches?”  Before Kat could respond to that, the loud sound of something that definitely wasn’t a train roared in her ears.  “What’s that?”
“I don’t know,” Kat said, turning to look behind her just as a group of black motorcycles pulled up a couple tracks over, followed by an SUV.
“Get down,” TJ shouted through the phone just before the bikes shut off.  Kat dropped to the ground, pushing between the crates she’d used to prop her phone on, just now thinking that maybe she should have grabbed it.
“What’s happening,” she shout-whispered to TJ, hoping that the distant rumble of the trains moving through the yard covered her voice.
“They’re dragging someone out of the car.  Looks like their hands are tied,” she narrated with an unusually quiet voice.  TJ was never one for demonstrating any type of couth, keeping all aspects of her boisterous personality intact at every moment of her life.  Kat could hear shouting, but with the rest of the noise of the yard and the constant wind, she couldn’t actually make out the words being said, just the anger behind them.
She peeked out around the edge of the crate, careful to keep the shoulders of her bright khaki coat obscured.  “TJ, do you think it’s safe –,” she asked, just in time to watch a tied up man get shot in the head.  She screamed, covering her mouth quickly, hoping that it would get mistaken for the whistle of a train, but it was no use.  All eyes turned to her hiding spot, the man with the gun making eye contact with her before she had a chance to pull her head back.
“Crap, crap, crap,” she muttered, pressing her head against the weathered wood, squeezing her eyes closed, hoping that if she wished hard enough, she could be anywhere else than where she was at that exact moment.  Yet again, the universe didn’t listen to her, adding another complication to her life when she heard the crunch of gravel.  
They were getting closer and she didn’t know what to do.  She was trapped in this nook, the only way out was into the band of bikers surely heading her way.  As selfish as it was, she wished that TJ was with her, knowing that she would know exactly what to do, what to say in this situation, just like she does in the boardroom.  Kat was perfectly content to sit back and let everyone else bicker over the details.  She only worked so she had something to do.  The Bren family didn’t want for anything, she grew up knowing that her children, her children’s children, and their children’s children would be set for life, so she didn’t feel the same drive that TJ did, coming up from nothing to earn her spot at Irving Realty, the company owned by Donald Bren, the biggest real estate barron in California.  
The footsteps got closer and before she could think better of it, she shot up from her hiding spot, holding her hands up in clear view to show she’s unarmed.  “Don’t shoot me,” she pleaded, her voice shaky with fear.  
The man in front pointed his gun at her, but, thankfully, didn't pull the trigger.  “Who are you?”
“I’m Kat, I’m a realtor.”  Without thinking, she dropped her trembling hand, reaching for her business card, but when they all jostled, she put it back up in the air with a whimper.  
The man in front dropped his gun, the other men following suit, allowing Kat to relax, if only minutely from not having a gun aimed at her anymore.  Judging by the other men taking their cues from him, she guessed that he was in charge and now that her vision wasn’t pinpointed in panic, she noticed the patch that said ‘President’ on his chest.
“A realtor?”  Everyone startled at the black man in the suit that had followed behind them.  “What’s a realtor doing in the trainyard?”
Kat’s gaze flicked back to the man in front of the group, her hazel eyes meeting his bright blue.  He may have just pointed a gun at her, but when he nodded for her to explain, something in her told her to trust him enough to do so.  “I have a client interested in purchasing the yard, I was here looking around on their behalf,” she covered easily.  They didn’t need to know that the client was her father.
“Purchasing the yard?” the man asked in a skeptical tone.  She could tell he did not like that piece of information at all, rolling his shoulders and adjusting his suit jacket in a fit of unease.  He leveled her with a look that reminded her of her Dad in the boardroom when something didn’t go his way, like a snake ready to strike, but whereas Donald Bren strikes like a King Cobra, this guy felt more like a rattlesnake.  He may have the reputation and make a lot of noise, but he was not as deadly as he’s led himself to believe.  “Tell whatever party is interested that the yard is not for sale.” He jutted his chin towards the man titled as President and said, “Take care of this,” before turning on his heel and walking back to his car.  
No one moved until the car pulled away, then the men in front of her visibly relaxed.
“What’re we gonna do ‘bout this, Jackie boy?”
The thick accent shocked Kat enough to stay quiet.  
“I’ll take care of her,” another guy said, raising his gun.
Kat froze in indecision.  Throwing her hands up wouldn’t protect her and she doubted she could fall back into the safety of the containers before he could fire a shot, so instead, she stared down the barrel of a gun, waiting for the inevitable blast that would solve her conundrum, but it didn't come.  The man in front struck down the weapon between one blink and the next, pointing it towards the ground.
“We don’t kill women,” he growled, his blue eyes sparking with fire.  If Kat had doubted this man was in charge before, that doubt was gone now, watching how the curly haired man looked down in shame.  “You guys get out of here, I’ll take care of this.”
“But Jackie –”
“Go,” he shouted, causing Kat to startle, the danger of the situation finally catching up with her as her breathing became rapid and shallow.   She leaned against the crate, thinking how it almost became her headstone.  
The man watched as the others left before turning on Kat.  With his crew gone, she could see the exhaustion on his face, regret lining his eyes, and her initial fear returned.  Do they really not kill women or is that just what he was telling his crew?
Before either of them could say anything, they heard a little electronic voice behind them.  “Hey asshole,” TJ yelled, “Don’t you even think about laying a hand on my kitty Kat.”  Both turned and looked at Kat’s phone, still propped against the crate where she had placed it to fix her hair.
“TJ, have you been watching the whole time?” Kat blurted, wondering how she’d managed to stay quiet during everything.
“Yep, and I’ve screen recorded everything so if he harms a single hair on your head, I’ll have the cops on him before he can get his delicious ass back on that bike.”
“TJ!” Kat shouted, rolling her eyes at how inappropriate her friend was being before she remembered the man in question had just, literally, shot someone in front of her moments before.  She shifted her eyes back to the guy nervously.  “Let’s not threaten the nice murderer,” her eyes widened when she realized what she said. “I mean, criminal, I mean, man, I mean,” she stuttered, finally dropping her head in defeat and clamping her lips over her teeth.
“Why not?  I’ve got all the evidence right here, backed up into the cloud,” she said, the cockiness clear in her voice, knowing there’s literally nothing the guy can do about it.  Which was great for TJ, but Kat was the one neck deep in danger.
“Look,” he said, holding up his hands, Kat just noticing the leather gloves.  These guys are professionals, she thought, they knew enough to protect their prints. “What can we do to make this go away?”
“Go away?” Kat asked in shock.  “You just killed someone.”  How was she supposed to just go on with her life, having witnessed a murder?  She opened her mouth to continue but the shadow that crossed his face at the reminder of what he just did gave her pause.  This was not the face of a man who’s killed for pleasure or maybe even for purpose.  She doesn’t know why he had to pull that trigger but something told her there’s a bigger picture here.  Something on his face told her that man deserved it.  She couldn’t begin to fathom something that would ever make her want to take someone else’s life, but judging by the pain in this man’s eyes, he didn’t want to do what he did and that makes her feel a little better.  “Who was that guy?” she asked quietly.
For a moment, he looked into her eyes and she saw nothing but torment and anguish, the toll of what he did weighing against his soul and he didn’t have the capital to cover it.  Then he blinked, his mask falling back into place.  “It doesn’t matter.”  He wiped his hands across his face then up over his slicked back hair.  His hair isn’t blowing around in the wind, Kat thought jealously.  “The only way I’m going to be able to let you walk out of here is if you give me some guarantee that you won’t say anything.  Either of you,” he tacked on, looking at her phone.
What could she possibly offer him to prove that she won’t say anything?  Should she call up Irving’s legal department and ask them to draft a NDA?  What kind of proof was he looking for?
“I have an idea.”
Kat spun towards her phone, liking the devious look in TJ’s eye even less than she had the tone of her voice.  “TJ,” she said warningly.
“I’ll make a deal with you,” she said, not looking at Kat.
The outlaw glanced between her and the phone before focusing on TJ.  “I’m listening.”
“If you take my friend, Kat, here to her sister’s wedding this weekend, I’ll delete the video.”
“What,” Kat squeaked the same time he said, “A wedding?”
“No, no, no, no,” Kat chanted before she actually started to think about it.  Murdering aside, the man was gorgeous.  His slick blonde hair with his blue eyes and a face many people in Hollywood would kill for.  She couldn’t see under his baggy clothes but just judging by his defined forearms, she could tell he wouldn’t disappoint. But it’s the thought of the look on Jeffrey’s face when she showed up with him on her arm that got her ‘no’ to turn into a ‘maybe’.  The relief about not turning up at the wedding alone had her landing on a resigned yes, realizing she was all in on TJ’s hairbrained plan before they even hammered out the details.
“Oh please,” TJ scoffed.  “He’s going to be the hottest thing at that wedding, Kat, especially if he brings the gloves.”
Kat closed her eyes, sucking on her bottom lip, praying the ground would open up and swallow her as she felt the blood rush to her cheeks because TJ was right.  The gloves were sexy.
“You want to parade me around at some wedding?”  He asked incredulously. To be fair, he doesn’t sound opposed to the idea, more confused and apprehensive than anything.  “And then you’ll delete the video?”
“You play nice with my friend here, and I’ll let you watch me delete it,” TJ said, the tiny screen doing nothing to diminish her ‘cat who ate the canary’ grin.
Kat cracked her eyes open, watching his face as he weighed his options, not believing it took a murder and blackmail for her to get a date to her sister’s wedding.  For a moment, Kat thought the man was going to say, ‘fuck this’ and take back his rule about killing women, but then he looked up at her, his eyes studying her face.  She was once again captured by his bright blue eyes and the sadness she could see in them, something telling her that this is a man looking for a way out.  Before she could analyze that any further, his eyes dropped to the ground, staring at her toes then trailing up her body in a gaze so intense, it was almost as if she could feel it on her skin. 
No man has ever looked at her like that before, not even her ex-fiance.  She knew she was attractive, sure, but she does not have the kind of figure that men who look like him drool over.  Just when she began to think maybe she was misinterpreting his look, TJ let out a wolf whistle, then said,  “That’s settled then.  See you soon, Kat, criminal,” before disconnecting the call.
Kat’s jaw dropped that TJ not only agreed to this on both of their behalf but also that she just ended the call and ripped away her safety net.  “Uh, I’m, uh…look –,” Kat stuttered, waving her hand helplessly.
“Jax.”
“What?”
“My name is Jax.”
Her mouth worked for a moment before she managed a soft, “Oh.”  Everyone had a name, she didn’t know why it shocked her so much to learn his.
The corner of his mouth pulled up in a smirk, which did nothing to help how flustered Kat was. “I, uh.  I know TJ is a lot, and you probably have, uh.  Things.  To do this weekend.  I don’t uh,” she continued to fumble, barely able to meet his eyes, knowing the blush was bright on her cheeks.
“Look,” he said, cutting her off.  “I’m this close to something I’ve been working on for a while now but none of it is going to work if that video gets out.  I can make this weekend work if that’s what it takes.”
Kat nodded along, finally accepting that yeah, this was going to happen and that she may as well start making the best of it.  “Work must be killer.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she tipped her head back, blowing out her cheeks.  “You know what?  Never mind.  I, uh. I don’t know how you want to do this?  I assume you need to pack a bag or something?”  She tipped her head back down, unsure what she would see on his face after her slip up, but instead of looking offended, the smirk on his face had transformed into a full on grin.
“Yeah, I gotta swing by my place, pick up a few things.  Won’t take long.”
Kat nodded, sending up a prayer that this wouldn’t be the biggest mistake of her life.  “Lead the way.”
CHAPTER 2
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Reaper's Crow.
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🅦🅐🅡🅝🅘🅝🅖 Kidnapping, Gore, Abuse, Violence, Profanity, OCC, glorification of serial killings, mentions of sexual violence, smut, mentions of PTSD, Sociopathisim, graphic violence, torture, blood, gore, deaths, dark undertones, angst, slow-burn romance
▌This fictional piece is AU with very little amounts of canon. I understand if this fic isn't your cup of tea. Please do not leave hate comments. The story is set some years after season seven. ▌
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"This is just in another series of bodies that have been reported to have been found butchered and dismembered. Two of the six bodies were confirmed to be Sergeant Robert Combs and Officer Micheal Llyod. Both were suspected to be in business with the Aryan Warriors. Police have put out a curfew for all Mottenhill residents to be inside their homes by seven p.m. We ask all residents to lock their doors and remain safe."
An ear-piercing scream echoed throughout the four-bedroom-two-story home. Drowning out the downstairs news report from the Tv. The sound of glass shattering followed by choked-up sobs and high-pitched squeals of agony bounced off the walls of the home. The commotion let death himself slip in through the backdoor like a dark shadow in the night. The rubber soles of his steel-toned leather boots pressed soundlessly across the wooden floor. The glimmer of his silver c-shaped daggers reflected across the floorboards as the six-foot-seven male crept up the staircase. 
"You stupid fucking bitch! I love you! Why do you have to make me so angry?!"
The reaper tightened his grip on the daggers within his hands as he edged closer to the master bedroom door. His target, the unfortunate son of a bitch stood with his back turned away from the door. Hovering over a blood-covered, badly beaten woman. Who looked more like a girl based on her size. She spat blood across the floor, and a few of her teeth followed. Tapping against the wood as they spilled. The man raised his foot up, no doubt getting ready to aim a kick towards the back of her head. Just as his foot started to lower…
The dagger shot right through his skull with a loud crunch. The leather whip attached to the handle of the blade tugged back. The man's neck yanked backwards as his large body fell onto the floor. The layers of rolls on his stomach jiggled due to the harsh thud. The blade roughly snapped open the bridge of his nose and dug upwards splitting the middle bridge of his eyes open wide. Blood splattering across the man's wrinkled face as his body jolted back and forth out of shock.The Reaper lowly whistled to himself as he walked further into the bedroom. His once bright eyes turned midnight blue as he looked down at his victim coldly. His breathing shallow as rolled the wire around his leather glover covered hand but ultimately yanking the blade from the man's head. Warm blood splattered across his shoes and pants. Something that felt as simple as rain falling on a gloomy day. Crouching down like a panther getting ready to indulge in its prey, he soon hovered over the dwindling body. First came snapping a photo on his mobile then he plunged the dagger violently into the man's jugular and rapidly yanked it across his throat. Viciously causing the mangled bones to disconnect from the spine and shoulders. With little regard to the blood painting his face crimson, The Reaper proceeded to take a plastic black bag from his pocket and toss the head inside. As he stood back up the sound of wheezing caught his attention. 
The woman weakly slithered herself as far away from him as she could. "P-ppp-ple" she attempted to beg as blood steeped from the sides of her mouth. Her sepia-brown skin is stained with crimson so much that he wasn't sure how many places she was bleeding from. She was tired of begging. Tired of pleading. And if this was her end, she wanted to plead for her life rather than plead for the pain to stop. It never did stop when she pleaded anyway. The reaper's left eye began to twitch as flashes of blood, stab wounds, and his cries of agony replayed in his mind. Tara. He dared not utter her name. His eyes closed for a moment. Wincing. WIncing away the painful memory. When he opened them again he looked around before making his way over to the bed. After snatching off the duvet cover he then B-lined towards her again. Now crouching down beside her he proceeded to turn her on her back. Which caused a sudden yelp of pain to escape her lips. Shoe parks embedded across her breasts and her collarbone stuck out of place. One of her eyes was closed shut and swollen with the size of a lemon. A large gash in the middle of her forehead.She had eyes the same color as the grease that used to coat his calloused hands. Eyes that held pain. A pain he was familiar with. A pain he wished to undone.
"Sorry" his voice was gruff. Husky with grief.
Snapping her collarbone back into place only caused a mouse-like squeak to leave her lips. She had no more fight left in her. Her eyes rolled back before they shut. Her breathing was shallow as he leaned in closer to her face. Not wasting a moment longer he draped the duvet across her body and cocooned her into it. Carefully picking her up, The Reaper cradled her in his arms. Swiftly turning on his heel, he retrieved the bagged head from the floor on his way out the room.
Disappearing like an Incubus in the night, The Reaper drove his GMC truck out of Las Vegas. He drove for miles until reaching his destination. Parking his truck out in front of the gated mansion, he grew comfortable in his seat and wrote on the plastic bag in red marker 'Stolbatch' before tossing it out the window. 
It wasn't long before he was back on the road. The road that once was his friend, his freedom, his sense of invincibility and thrill…until it wasn't. It'd become an escape route and pathway to the neck job. His attention turned to his mirror. He watched the battered woman lay unconsciously across his backseat. It's been a longtime since he acted on impulse. And now he debated on what he'd do with her. Where he'd leave her. 
'Christ Jackie…what'd ya gotten into now' an old friend's words played back in his head causing a grimace to flash across his lips.
Pushing those thoughts aside, the only thing now on his mind was to get the nameless woman taken care of and patched up.
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Chapter Two.
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Sons of Anarchy
Jax Teller x OFC (Sophie Cooper)
Best Served Cold
Revenge brings Sophie Cooper to Charming. SAMCRO is still reeling from Donna's death, and the fractures in the club are becoming more pronounced. When Sophie's enemies become SAMCRO's enemies, will she be able to trust them enough to work together or will her growing connection to the SAMCRO VP force her to reevaluate her priorities?
This story takes place at the beginning of season 2.
Warnings: angst, illegal activity, possessive behavior, sexual content, canon typical violence
Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7
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SFW Alphabet Prompt request coming in hot.
The Prince of Charming himself , Jax Teller. What’s he like, according to the letter “J”.
Can’t wait to read what you come up with!
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Jealousy 
Contains: Fluff, possessive Jax.
294 words
Comment if you want to be tagged/removed.
How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?
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"Are you gonna do something about that pres?" Jax shook his head at his VPs suggestion, "nah Ope, she's good." Jax watched you speak to the man, your face wearing a friendly but absent of any affection, "see Ope, she not even laughing like she thinks he's funny, she's laughing so he doesn't feel bad about himself."
Ope shook his head, "I don't get you, there's a line of men halfway down the block ready to take your place and even though she doesn't like parties, she still talks to people and everyone loves her, how are you not jealous?" Ope was bullshitting a bit, he knew you'd never hurt Jax, "because she's only doing all of this for me, if I went over there right now and asked her if she wanted to go home she'd jump at the chance." Jax smirked, "she's mine and she knows it."
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Jax didn't like what he was looking at, your smile was a little too bright and your dress a little too short. He walked over to you and looked at the man you were talking to up and down, "hello my love, are you enjoying your night?" Jax smirked down at you, sitting on the bar stool while he stood made you seem even smaller compared to him than normal, "I don't know darlin, you're not with me." The smile you gave him made his heart swell, "you flatter me."
Jax didn't respond, instead, he leaned down and kissed you. It was full of passion, like no one else around, certainly not a visiting Son sitting within touching distance of you. When he pulled away, your lips followed his desperately, Jax smiling at your reaction before turning to the man, "you want a beer bro?"
Fin
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lanadelray-gurl · 1 month
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I’m gonna start introducing my ocs on here☝️ so here’s my Sons of Anarchy oc
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Faceclaim: Fiona Gallagher/Emmy Rossum
Name: Layla-Rose-Lloyd
Age:27-32
Height: 5’8
Weight:165lbs
Bike of choice: 2002 Harley-Davidson FLSTF Fat Boy
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~Timeline~
Father and mother were in a biker gang that kept close ties with the SOA
Knew Jax and Opie since highschool.
Left California in 1995 before Opie and Jax got patched into SAMCRO
Came back to Charming in 2008(during the shows canon start)
Started a relationship with the SAMCRO after gaining contact with Jax after they met again during a gun run on the side of the road.
Becomes a prospect and then an official member (at the end of season 2 after half sack died. Basically taking his place)
Watches Jax struggle with his relationship with Tara and Wendy.
Her and Jax started a serious relationship after Jax struggled to stay with Tara.
More to come once I finish the show!!
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featuring Jax Teller from Sons of Anarchy and you as the reader.
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You met Jax Teller, the Vice President of SAMCRO (Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club, Redwood Original), when you moved to Charming for a fresh start. You had just gotten out of a toxic relationship, and you were looking for a new life.
One day, while working at the local diner, you met Jax, who came in with his club brothers. When he looked into your eyes, something sparked within him. You felt drawn to him too, from the way he carried himself to the way his eyes seemed to see right through you.
As the days and weeks went by, Jax continued to frequent the diner and eventually asked you out. You accepted, and on that night, he took you on a ride on his Harley, the wind in your hair and the adrenaline pumping through your veins.
Over time, you grew closer, sharing hopes, fears, and dreams with each other. You would sit for hours, tucked away in a booth at the diner, talking passionately and engagingly. Jax was charming, funny, and sweet, and it wasn't long before your relationship deepened.
Despite his activities with the club, Jax always made time for you. You were his calm in the middle of the storm. He loved the way you saw the world and the way you accepted him for who he was. You were everything to him.
Your relationship was put to the test when Jax got caught up in club politics. You stood by him, even when SAMCRO was at odds with the law and old enemies came back for revenge. You were his rock, his anchor, and together you persevered.
In the end, you understood the world that Jax lived in, the choices he made, and the sacrifices he had to endure. You loved each other fiercely and realized that you would always be a part of each other's lives, no matter what.
As Jax rode off into the sunset, you knew he would always have a piece of your heart. But you were grateful for the love you shared and the memories you made. It was a love that would always be one for the books.
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kindnessisweakness2 · 9 months
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Delusional - Part 21
“Jax!” Tara called his name in suprise as he gripped her arm and pulled her into an empty waiting room. Jax’s face was like thunder as he slammed the door shut behind them and pulled the blinds closed. “What fucking game are you playing?” He spat at the terrified doctor. “I Dont know what your talking about-” Tara was cut off by Jax’s hand flying out and catching her around the throat, pushing her against the wall. Fear filled her eyes as she saw a different side of her ex lover. This was the side she never thought she would see. The Angry Jax who used to do anything to protect her and their relationship. She only saw the loving Jax who would treat her like she was the most fragile beautiful thing in the world. She felt his hot breath fan across her face as he leaned close to her. “Fucking with my Wife, will bring you nothing but trouble, Dr Knowles. Now i dont know what you are trying to accomplish but let me be clear. You are the past. Delaney is my future. She is carrying my child. My fucking baby. A Legacy Child, that me and every Son from here to Belfast will die to protect. You and me? We had our time and its done. Now in future, when you see my girl, you turn and walk in the other fucking direction. You dont look at her. You dont breathe near her. Me and my family are out of fucking bounds for you. Do you understand?” Tara gasped against his hold as she watched tears fall from his eyes. Words were lost to her, all she could do was nod in agreement. Jax let her go and stepped back as she dropped to the floor. “This is the last time im going to allow you to fuck with my family.We’re Done Tara.” And with that Jax left her in a heap on the cold hospital floor. Storming from the hospital, Jax headed to his moms house. Knocking the door, Jax couldnt explain the relief he felt when Gemma Answered. “Whats happened baby?” That was all it took. Jax burst into sobbs on his moms front door as she wrapped her arms around him for the first time since he was a teenager. There was only one time she had seen him this bad, and its when that little hussy twisted him up and left. Jax spent the night on his moms sofa filling both her and Clay in on what had happened before falling into a restless sleep.
Delaney winced as she opened her eyes. Crying yourself to sleep really does give you a god awful headache. Sliding from under the warmth of her covers she slipped on Jax’s hoodie and made her way down the hall. She really could Murder a coffee but the recent baby news meant she was stuck to a cup of tea instead. She really did not want to risk a damn thing with this pregnancy. Despite what her and Jax are going through, they needed something good and this baby meant a lot to both of them. Jax would be a great Dad, and thats something that she couldnt deny. She hoped he stuck to his word and she would see him Monday, not in the arms of Dr Knowles. Everything yesterday was so hard. Hearing Tara say that shit hurt like hell. Her stepping away gave Jax the freedom and space to choose who he wanted. And even though it was selfish, she wanted him to choose her. To choose their family. “Wow, you really havent changed a bit.” The voice made Delaney drop her mug of tea. No. Why. How. 
Turning around slowly, Delaney made eye contact with Alex. There he was, in the flesh, sat at her and Jax’s kitchen Table. A sinister grin spread across his face as Delaney spotted the gun in his hand. “Miss me Sweetie?”
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keenzinemugstudent · 11 months
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I haven't seen this around but here I go Jax finds out he has twin daughters from an old friend who he had a relationship with friends with benefits but she left Charming after getting into a good college out of state or so he thought she did get accepted into college three different colleges but wasn't able to go to college because she found out she was pregnant and not wanting her children to be involved with their father's lifestyle she left I am writing it right now but I'm also at work so hopefully I'll have some time to post it
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thisreadswhatever · 6 months
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Summary: You’re Jax Tellers old lady, and in charge of running Diosa alongside Nero Padilla. When a rival gang comes into work one night, you find yourself in a strange predicament. Your loyalty to Jax and The Club is tested in ways you never thought possible.
Series CW: 18+ minors do not interact! female reader, swearing, sexual harassment/assault (non-canon characters), alcohol use, mix of fluff, smut and angst throughout, p in v sex, teasing, violence, gun use, mentions of blood, murder, blackmail
Wordcount: 13k
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💌 PART ONE
💌 PART TWO
💌 PART THREE
💌 PART FOUR
💌 PART FIVE
💌 PART SIX
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