charlies juice

10.25.15

your halloween movie

Aries: Young Frankenstein (1974)
Taurus: Scream (1996)
Gemini: Donnie Darko (2001)
Cancer: The Craft (1996)
Leo: Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975)
Virgo: It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown (1966)
Libra: Beetle Juice (1988)
Scorpio: The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)
Sagittarius: Halloweentown (1998)
Capricorn: Hocus Pocus (1993)
Aquarius: The Addams Family (1991)
Pisces: Children of the Corn (1984)

A Helping Hand

Sometimes, however, no words are needed. During a night shoot, one of the twins playing Jax’s son Abel, Evan and Ryder Londo, was asleep in Hunnam’s arms when Tommy Flanagan (Chibs) noticed Charlie’s shoe was untied. “Just watching Tommy go down to tie it — this picture moves me,” Rossi says. “It goes back to family and this blue-collar/working actor mentality. We’re always there for each other. Nobody said anything. It was just, sure, that’s what we do. It’s one of my favorite photos.”

Image Credit: THEO ROSSI for EW

http://www.ew.com/gallery/sons-anarchy-through-theo-rossis-lens/660179_helping-hand

10/13/2013

You + Me Part 3

Originally posted by alil2confident

Originally posted by ohitslikethat

Thank you all for your patience, I’m sorry I’m not posting much. This is the final part of this series, i hope you all like it.

Please note that I do not condone cheating in any situation.

Contains SMUT


PART ONE              PART TWO


The warm breeze blew your hair across your face gently and you brushed it out of the way.
The Teller-Morrow lot was crowded with people as everyone waited to send off the club.
They had received the signal they had been waiting for and were about to head out to deal with the situation.
You felt sick with nerves and you dug your fingernails into your palms anxiously.
You had known being a part of SAMCRO was dangerous, especially for Jax, but you hadn’t really realised the way it made you feel til now.
He had always kept you seperate from club business. Most of the time he just turned up at your house in the middle of the night. Hell, you’d only just met the Club and this was the very first time you’d been to the clubhouse.
And suddenly the severity of the situation dawned on you; Jax might not come back.
You’d cleaned blood off his clothes many times, and you’d seen the scars on his body, but the risks that came with this life had always been a distant thought for you.
But now, as you stood in the lot surrounded by the friends and family of SAMCRO those distant thoughts became a reality.
Opie stood next to you and he nudged you gently, noticing the change in your stance.
“You alright?” He asked quietly.
You covered your eyes from the sun and looked up at him.
“Make sure he comes home?” 
Your voice was quiet and he could hear the fear and the worry.
He wrapped an arm over your shoulder and squeezed you tightly.
You both knew he couldn’t make that promise.
Jax walked out of the clubhouse with Abel in his arms and your eyes followed him as he moved across the lot.
All you wanted to do was run to him and wrap your arms around him, kiss his lips and tell him you loved him.
But you knew you couldn’t and so you watched as his wife walked to meet him and jealousy flowed through your veins.
You couldn’t help but notice his cold eyes as he looked at his wife and passed her their son.
That didn’t stop her, though, and she quickly crashed her lips against his.
Opie squeezed you tighter and you smiled up at him before turning to watch Jax again.
His mother was next and she hugged him tightly before he moved on.
Tara scowled as Jax walked towards you and you fought the urge to run to him.
He exchanged a nod with Opie as he neared before his eyes met yours.
He stopped a couple of feet in front of you and his eyes never left your face.
“This will all be over soon babe, I promise.” He said solemnly.
You smiled warmly at him, your eyes sparkling with love.
“Just come home, Jax.” You said and he nodded.
Opie squeezed you gently before moving forward and slapping Jax lightly on the chest before heading to his bike.
“I love you.” You said, more confident now that you were alone.
Jax smiled at you and nodded.
“I love you too, (y/n).”

It had been just over two hours since you had watched Jax pull out of the lot, the trail of bikes following behind him.
‘Worried sick’ had never had more meaning, and you had spent the first hour curled up on the bed, your mind going into overdrive with all the possibilities and outcomes of the situation.
But you had quickly come to realise that there was nothing you could do, and sitting around worrying about Jax wasn’t going to help anyone.
After checking with Gemma that she didn’t need any help you had dug out the pile of homework from your bag that needed grading.
It was a task you always seemed to put off til the last minute and you knew it would be a good distraction.
You had gotten through a decent stack of maths papers, now filled with dozens red marks from your pen, when a knock on the door caught your attention.
You frowned slightly before dropping the paper in your hand to the bed and getting to your feet.
It took only a few strides to cross the room and you swung the door open widely.
Almost instantly your face fell as you looked at Tara, smug smile on her face and her arms crossed over her chest.
You cleared your throat awkwardly before speaking.
“Tara, hey, whats up?” 
She looked you up and down before stepping past you and entering Opies dorm, where you were staying.
You watched her closely as she moved around the room, her eyes searching for something.
“So, (y/n), tell me how you know Opie.” Tara said, her back still facing you as she scanned the papers on the bed.
You shrugged, even though she wasn’t watching you.
“His kids go to my school, I’m a teacher.” You said casually, unsure of where this was heading.
Tara turned to you, a coy smile on her face and her brown eyes watched you closely.
“What is a teacher doing hanging around with a criminal?” She asked you.
You could sense the bitter tone in her voice and immediately your guard was up.
Everything Jax had told you about Tara played through your mind, and although he never spoke badly of her you knew that she hurt him more than either of them realised.
“I dunno,” You shrugged. “Whats a doctor doing, married to a criminal?” 
She raised her eyebrows at your words and the corners of her mouth turned up into a wicked smirk.
“Thats just it, isn’t it (y/n), we’re married.”
She stepped closer to you and you looked at her coldly.
“I’m his wife. And you..” She looked you up and down again. “Your just a distraction.”
You raised an eyebrow and smirked.
So she knew. Or maybe she just thought she did. Either way, you were tired of this bitch.
She spoke before you could and she stepped closer again, almost closing the gap between you.
“He doesn’t need you drooling after him. Your no one, (y/n). Stay away from my husband.”
You laughed bitterly before glaring at her.
“Oh honey, he cant stay away from me even if he tried.” You said before shrugging and moving closer.
“But I’ll keep that in mind, when he’s fucking me tonight.”
Her eyes burnt with anger and her fists clenched but before she could swing her fist a small voice called out.
“Mommy?” She turned to see Abel standing in the doorway, watching you both with a scared expression.
She glared at you coldly.
“Stay away from Jax.” She warned before pushing past you and taking the boy into the hallway.
Your eyes burnt as you diced the onion, the strong sting making your eyes water.
But you pushed through it, slicing the onion rapidly.
“What did that onion ever do to you?”
You turned, still wielding the knife in your hand and saw Gemma leaning against the wall with a smirk across her face.
“Something wrong, sweetheart?”She asked you.
You smiled and shook your head.
Her eyes burnt into you, studying your face closely.
“You know, theres someone else here tonight that doesn’t seem too happy.” 
You turned back to the board and continued to hack at the onion, ignoring Gemmas comment.
She walked further into the kitchen and leant against the bench next to you.
“You have anything to do with that?” She asked you.
You shrugged. 
“Its okay, (y/n), i never liked the bitch anyway.” She whispered.
You looked at her, disbelief on your face, before you both broke into wide grins and you laughed lightly.
She turned to face the bench and grabbed a knife and a chopping board, and reached for another onion.
And so the both of you stood, smirks on your faces, eyes burning, and cutting onions.

It was almost midnight and there was still no sign of the boys coming home tongiht. Your gut was twisted with worry and you had almost chewed off your lip.
You had barely eaten your dinner, despite all the time you and Gemma had spent making it, swapping recipes and tips in the kitchen, while Tara glared from the clubroom.
And after sitting with the family, the friends, the crow eaters, you had finally managed to escape to your room.
You had taken a hot shower, attempting to let the hot water wash away your fears.
But now you were tucked into bed, wearing only an old SAMCRO shirt and still, the worry was pitted in your stomach.
Your eyes stared at the ceiling. The room was dimly lit from the lamp on the nightstand and your hair was splayed out around your head.
The faint music could be heard, playing loud at the bar but you were glad you had some sort of peaceful place amongst this chaos.
At some point you must have fallen to sleep, and it was when the door opened that you sat up suddenly, your eyes wide.
Jax stood in the doorway, his white shirt stained with blood and his kutte held tightly in one hand.
He met your eye and you both froze for a moment, staring at each other before you threw the covers back and leapt out of bed.
Jax closed the door and locked it before moving towards you and you practically ran across the room.
His hands wrapped around your waist and he lifted your body off the ground.
Your legs wrapped around his waist and you ran your hands through his hair before his lips crashed down on yours.
His kiss was desperate, hungry, and his lips moved in harmony with yours.
A soft moan left your lips and he pushed you against the wall.
Your hands roamed to the hem of his shirt and you tugged it up, parting his lips to lift it over his head.
The blood on the shirt caught your eye and you paused, looking at the shirt and back at Jax, your eyes suddenly wide with worry.
“Its not mine, babe.” Jax told you, knowing what you were thinking and you kissed his lips once more before tossing the shirt to the floor.
“I was so worried, Jax.” You whispered against his ear.
His lips trailed down your neck, sucking at your skin hungrily.
His teeth grazed against you and you moaned and pushed your hips against him, desperate for more friction.
Jax growled and moved you away from the wall.
He carried you across the room and laid you down on the bed.
You blushed as he stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes taking in every inch of you.
The shirt you were wearing had moved up your body slightly and you smirked and sat up. You lifted the shirt over your head and tossed it across the room, enjoying the way his eyes studied your bare chest hungrily.
“I love you.” He said quietly.
You smiled at him and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, right in front of him.
You turned your head to look up at him and you reached out to unbuckle his belt and you tugged his pants and his boxers down his legs, letting them drop to the floor.
His member stood proudly and you licked your lips as you wrapped your hand around the base.
“I love you too, Jackson.” You whispered.
Your tongue flicked out and you ran it along his length, from the base to the tip.
He groaned softly at your touch and you smirked before taking him in your mouth.
You moved your hand with your lips as you pumped him, your tongue running along the underside of his length.
He leant over you, watching your lips move around him and you glanced up, meeting his gaze as you sucked him off, taking more of him into your mouth.
His hand reached into your hair and he pulled it into a makeshift ponytail with his hands as he watched you.
You bobbed your head up and down his length, and the further you took him into your mouth the more he began to unwind.
“Fuck, babe.” Jax moaned as you sucked around him.
His tip brushed against the back of your throats and your eyes watered as you took him.
His hand gripped your hair tighter as the sensations shook through him and you sucked harder in response.
Your eyes met his as you moved your lips, your cheeks hallowing as you pulled away.
All you could hear was his soft moans and his heavy breathing and you began to move faster, desperate to taste him.
“Oh god, (y/n),” he moaned and you would have smirked if your mouth wasn’t so full.
You wrapped your hand around his base and squeezed gently, moving your hand with your lips as you pumped your mouth up and down his length.
You could tell he was close and his hands gripped your hair tightly, and his eyes were locked on your face.
You met his eye and when he brushed the back of your throats once more he moaned as he released inside your mouth.
You sat still as his body shuddered and your mouth filled before you moved your lips away slowly.
Jax watched you and you met his eye as you swallowed, licking your lips and his fingers were still in your hair.
“God I love you.” Jax said and you beamed up at him before leaning back on the bed.
His eyes ran over your bare body, moving hungrily across your skin.
Jax spread your legs and licked his lips as he looked at your bare core.
“Your so beautiful. Do you know that?”
You didn’t answer him and he didn’t wait for one, he knelt on the floor in front of you and smirked as he met your eye.
His fingers moved to spread your lower lips and you moaned softly at the touch.
You were already wet from anticipation and you shuddered as he blew gently against your clit.
You reached down and grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him up, you needed him, now, but Jax didn’t budge.
“So impatient, babe.” He smirked and he ran a finger through the wetness of your folds, making you gasp.
“You wanna cum, baby girl?”
You moaned in response and Jax reached to lift your wrist to your core.
“Make yourself cum, babe.” He whispered.
You bit your lip as you glanced down at him.
Of course you’d gotten yourself off before, but never with someone watching you so intensely.
But you loved Jax, and god you were so turned on.
You moved your hand to your folds and spread them, dipping a finger in to your wetness and spreading it to your clit.
Jax licked his lips as he watched you work, rubbing your clit gently in circles.
It didn’t take long to being yourself to the edge and you moaned softly as your fingers moved against yourself.
“Not yet.” Jax ordered and you whimpered softly.
Slowly, you felt his fingers on you and he slid one inside of you while you rubbed yourself and you moaned at his touch.
He slid it in and out of you expertly and eventually added a second finger, thrusting them in and out of you.
“Does that feel good?”
You moaned in response and he smirked, his fingers fucking you rapidly.
Your fingers began to slow as you neared orgasm and you arched your back.
Jax moved your hand away and leant down. His lips wrapped around you and his tongue flicked around your clit softly.
You moaned and he moved faster, his tongue running circles and his fingers thrusting.
You couldn’t hold on much longer and you moaned out loudly as you reached orgasm.
Your body trembled as it ripped through you and his tongue lapped at your juices.
Jax stood, licking his lips and he was hard once more.
Your eyes found his and you both smirked at each other as he knelt on the bed between your legs.
He hovered over you and you grabbed his face gently and pulled his lips to yours.
You parted lips and his eyes locked with yours and you felt his length rub against you, running through your folds.
You bit your lip as he stared into your eyes and he pushed himself inside of you, making you gasp.
Jax groaned softly as he entered you and he slid out slowly before pushing back in slowly.
“I love you.” You moaned and Jax kissed you hungrily as his thrusts deepened.
“I love you too, (y/n).” He whispered.
Your legs wrapped around him, pulling him in deeper.
His thrusts became faster and you moaned, dragging your nails down his back tattoo as he pounded inside of you.
“Fuck!” You moaned as he entered you, the sound of his skin slapping against you filling the room.
His lips sucked at your neck, leaving a trail of bruises down to your breasts as he pounded into you mercilessly.
“Jax! Fuck!” You moaned.
It didn’t take long for you both to reach orgasm and you you both released at the same time.
Jax rode out your orgasms as your body shook around him, waves of pleasure rolling through you.
Both of you were gasping for breath, sweat coating your skin and he rolled off you, both of you staring at the ceiling.
“Not bad, Teller.” You sighed and Jax laughed loudly.
He rolled onto his side and kissed you deeply before leaning back, his fingers stroking the side of your face.
“It’s over now babe, lockdowns lifted.”
You nodded, smiling gently.
“You okay, Jax?” You asked.
He smiled at you and nodded.
“Never better.” He said and pecked your lips.
A knock on the door made both your heads turn and you looked at each other, puzzled.
Jax stood and pulled on his boxers before tossing you your shirt from across the room.
You pulled it over your head quickly as he crossed the room and opened the door.
Tara practically had smoke coming out of her ears and the moment she laid eyes on Jax she raised her hand and slapped him across the cheek.
You stood, the shirt falling down over you and walked across the room, anger shooting through you.
“Fuck you, Jackson!” Tara seethed, her finger prodding him in his chest.
His face was cold, his soft lips curled up into a snarl as he glared at his wife.
“Go home, Tara. It’s over.”
Tara scoffed and pushed past him and turned towards you.
“He doesn’t love you, whore.” She snarled at you.
You laughed and crossed your arms over your chest.
“If you’d come ten minutes earlier you woulda heard him telling me he loves me while I was sucking his dick.”
Tara fumed and marched towards you, raising her hand.
You dodged her fist and swung your own, your knuckles cracking against her jaw.
She gasped and clutched her cheek and Jax watched with raised eyebrows as you stepped closer to her.
“He’s mine now, bitch.” You snarled.
Tara stared at you before turning to Jax.
“I’m taking the boys with me.” She muttered and began to push past him.
Jax grabbed her arm as held her back before snarling his words to her.
“The boys stay with me.”
Tara looked between you and Jax before marching out of the room and down the hallway.
Silence fell between you as you and Jax looked at each other.
Slowly, he stepped closer to you, his arms reaching out and holding your sides gently.
“It’s all over, (y/n). It’s just you and me now.”
You smiled up at him and draped your arms over his bare shoulders.
“You and me.” You repeated and pressed your lips to his.

4

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Hot for the teacher

Imagine you’re Abel’s (age 5) teacher and meet Jax for the first time. 

Originally posted by lonely-my-middle-name

Abel Teller was a bright kid. He was, by far, one of your best students. Creative, calm, he listened to every word you said and did his homework; That’s why you were very interested in finally meeting Mr. Teller this afternoon at the PTA reunion. You knew that Abel’s mom, Dr. Knowles had passed away a few months ago, and you also knew about his peculiar family, including his “association” with the MC Sons of Anarchy. You figured out, Abel lived a pretty rushed life for his age. 

Jax Teller was a legend in Charming. You find yourself asking about him at the school principal’s office only to be told that you “wouldn’t want to mess with him or his kids”  but you also heard a few of the oldest students saying that “he was dreamy and such a bad boy” , which got you quite interested in Abel’s ghost dad.  You never saw him in any meeting, or event at school, even last Christmas Talent show he wasn’t there when Abel class showed his number of “Rudolph the red nose reindeer”. Tara was there, along with Gemma and Thomas, but Jax was nowhere to be seen. You, being an outsider, coming from a pretty normal family from Stockton only knew Jax’s basics. 

When you decided to send the letter to Abel’s family, asking kindly to meet Jackson Teller, you didn’t thought he would show up. You’ve done this before, only to be found with either Gemma  or Chibs, who you’ve got to known since he was the one that showed up most of the times. 

“Class, dismissed.” You said to all your toddlers, showing them a smile and waving them off, to the sound of laughter and screaming coming from the cheerful kids. You started to gather around your things in your bag when you saw the cute little blonde dragging his feet over to your desk, the still closed letter in his tiny hands. You sighed and showed him a smile. He didn’t even opened it. You thought to yourself, as you smiled down at Abel, messing up his hair a little. “What’s wrong, Abel?” 

“My daddy said “Abel, give this back to your teacher.” 

You nodded and grabbed his hand, leading both of you out of the classroom and to the school entrance. 

“Well…” you said smiling softly at him, waiting for either Gemma’s van or the Harley that was going to pick up Abel today. “I hope i get to meet your Daddy soon…”

“If you believe in miracles, Miss.” You heard in front of you, followed by a cheerful scream of Abel and him letting go off your hand, dropping his backpack and lunch box and running towards the blonde man in a SAMCRO kutte, the “President” patch over his chest. 

He picked Abel up and lifted him up. You could recognize Chibs behind him, quick to caress Abel’s cheek and smile at him. 

“Excuse me?” You said, walking closer, handing Abel’s stuff to Chibs, behind the mysterious man. “Hi, Filip.”

“Hello, Mrs. (Y/L/N)…” the thick accent made you smile. 

“Jackson Teller.” Jax said putting out his hand for you to shake, which you did, gladly. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Abel’s teacher.” As you shook his hand you couldn’t help but notice how much alike the kid and his father were. Same kind, yet fierce look and charming little smile. “I’ve been looking forward to meet you”

“Worse than the ATF, that’s for sure…” Chibs said without thinking too much of it. 

“Beg your pardon?” Raising an eyebrown you saw the death look Jax shooted to Chibs, motioning for him to take Abel in his arms and walk away. 

“Goodbye, Mrs. (Y/L/N)” the child waved and smiled at you. You smiled back and waved too. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Abel.” You looked at Jax again. He crossed his arms and leaned himself on the school wall. 

“Abel’s been coming home with a shit load of letters, Mrs.(Y/L/N).” He started. “You see. I’m a busy man, but i take notice of that.” You smiled, already loving the charm of the young Dad in front of you. 

He felt around his pocket, only to find he had forgot his lighter. 

“You smoke, Miss?”  He asked, and you already knew what he wanted. You nodded and grabbed your pink lighter handing it to him He smirked at it, making you blush a little and lighted up a quick cigarette, turning around to see Abel, being chased by Chibs. “He’s in good hands. I don’t want Child Services on my ass.”

“Oh, god, no.” You were quick to say, putting a strand of hair that fell out of your bun back in place. “I wansn’t…” You closed your eyes, after admiring his famous smirk. “I’m sorry if i scared you, Mr. Teller. I just wanted to say and point how brilliant Abel is, he’s still so vibrant and creative, and i thought…well…” 

“Yeah, Little Man is quite a case, isn’t it?” He took a drag of the cigarrete and stomp on it.  “I’ll make sure he knows he’s awesome. We all know that, right?” He winked at you and you felt your knees almost give in. You smiled down,hugging yourself and licking your lips. 

“I better get going.” You noticed how his eyes traveled up and down your body, making no effort in hiding it. 

“Of course. It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Teller.”

“Jax.” He said grabbing your hand and kissing it slightly. “In case you want to find me later; Abel goes to bed at 8 PM.” He joked and winked starting to walk away, finding in your hand the lighter. “What a good father i am, right?” 

You laughed a little, and holded yourself together, watching him walk away, and ride away with Chibs and Abel who still waved goodbye to you. 

Looking down at your hands, you would see your pink lighter, wrapped in a TM promotional paper; Jax’s number on it.