jax or opie

Falling Into The Wrong Crowd-Part 8 (Jax Teller x Reader)

Summary: After receiving the ‘message’ from the strangers, (Y/N) doesn’t know if she’ll live to see her friends again.

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name
(Y/L/N)= Your last name

Warnings: Mentions of torture, sadness, anger (it’s Sons of Anarchy, what do you expect?)


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This was the second worse pain I had ever felt, the first one from being shot. My eyes were refusing to open, feeling heavy. I could feel myself being jolted around on a metal floor, my hands and ankles tied up. As my hearing came back I realised I was in the back of a van. I was alive….for now.

They suddenly stopped, opening the back doors. I felt hands on me, lifting my body. I screamed out, panicking that they were dumping me somewhere where no one would find me or even killing me. Instead I was thrown out of the vehicle, landing on my side. They quickly drove away, leaving me wherever I was. My eyes finally opened to show where I was. It was still dark out, making it impossible to see anything. Any move I made hurt like hell, it was hard not to cry out. Our of the corner of my eye, I spotted a sign; Teller Morrow.

“Who is that?” I heard a voice. It sounded like Juice.“Guys, someone’s been dumped here!”

“Help.” I croaked out, hardly hearing my own voice.

He stood over me, his eyes widening as he realised who I was.“IT’S (Y/N)! GUYS IT’S (Y/N)!” he shouted.

Juice knelt down beside me, taking out a knife and cutting the ropes. I heard running footsteps coming towards us. Clay, Gemma, Tig and Chibs surrounded me, all of them with shocked faces.

“What’s happening?!”

Jax.

“Who is it? Guys who….”

Our eyes met, his viewing bigger just as Juice’s had. Without hesitation, he crouched down beside Juice, his hand grabbing mine tightly.

“We need to get her to the hospital.” he stated.

“And what about when they start asking questions?” Clay snapped.

“How can you think about that when she’s lying like this right in front of you?! Juice, bring the car around.”

“On it.” I saw him sprint off.

“You’re going to be ok, (Y/N), we’re going to get you to a hospital. Someone call the girls, well then we’ll meet at the hospital.”

“Jax….Jax.” my shaking hand clutched onto the collar of his shirt.“I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have gone.” I was struggling to speak.

“Shh, don’t speak now. Just stay awake for us.”

Jax scooped me up gently, placing me in the backseat of the car with my head on his lap. Chibs and Juice sat in the front, immediately driving away as soon as I was settled. I couldn’t be sure of any major wounds because everything was hurting. Jax kept a good of my hand the whole way, talking to me to keep me awake. Luckily it was a short ride, I was soon being rushed inside.

It was hard to stay concsious. I just wanted to rest. As the doctors and nurses checked on me, I desperately tried to answer all of their questions. Jax stayed in the room with me, staying as close to me as he possibly could, looking pissed off as the staff pushed him away.

“Miss (Y/L/N),” a doctor caught my attention,“you are very lucky not to have torn or broken anything. But we would like to keep you in overnight to keep an eye on things.”

“Can someone stay with her?” Jax asked.

“Only those who are registered as her emergency contacts,” the doctor looked annoyed now, flicking his papers on his checkboard to make a point,“which you are not Mr Teller.”

“Well, until they do get here?”

“Fine. We shall call them.”

Jax did not tell them that we already did that, happy to be allowed in. As they left, Jax pulled up a chair beside my bed, holding my hand again.

“Cops are gonna be coming soon. They’ll want to ask you questions while it’s fresh in your mind. But I know this wasn’t just some run in, what happened to you?”

I didn’t say anything, instead closing my eyes.

His grip tightened as he shook my arm.“Don’t fall asleep on me! We need to come up with something.”

“I’ll just say it was a run in with some members of the Predators. They have it on record, they know that there are still members out there.”

“Get the details in your head. You-”

Jax was interrupted by the door opening. Two officers, one young and one old walked in, looking surprised when they saw Jax. The younger man looked more disgusted actually.

“Uh, Miss (Y/L/N), I’m Chief Unser from the California Police Department, this is my Deputy Chief Hale. We’re here to ask you some questions about your attack.”

I just nodded.

“Me Teller you’re going to have to leave.” Hale ordered.

Jax tensed his jaw, standing up slowly.“You gonna be alright?

Again, I nodded.

Jax left hesitantly, scanning his eyes up and down the officers before he finally left. I didn’t really want to be by myself but I knew that if Jax was here he would give his own statement which could fuck things up. The officers stood either side of me, Hale with a notepad ready.

"How did you meet the Sons, eh?” I knew Unser was trying to mask his question as a joke.

“Aren’t you supposed to be asking me about the attack?” I mumbled, still exhausted.

“Miss (Y/L/N), those men are very dangerous. They could get you into serious trouble.” Hale sternly said.

I scoffed.“It’s a bit late for that, don’t you think?”

I didn’t know what was wrong with me. Normally I was good with the police, the girls would always rely on me to be the polite, obeying one so that they would not get into anymore trouble. Hopefully they would think that I was acting like this due to the recent events, not because I was friends with the Sons.

“How did this happen?”

“I was going for a walk when these men jumped out at me and started to beat me up.” I simply stated.

“What time was this?”

“I’m not sure. We had all been round at Gemma Teller’s house for dinner and I had been drinking. I started to feel sick so Jax took me home. I don’t know how long it was till I decided to go for a walk to clear my head. Then it happened.”

“Where was this 'attack’?”

“I honestly couldn’t tell you. I still haven’t got my bearings and it was dark out.”

“Do you think this could be linked to the Devoted Predators? We’ve recently had sightings of them and you seem to have quite a past with them.”

Yes, they were assuming it was them.

“They weren’t wearing kuttes and it was so dark that I couldn’t see their faces. But I wouldn’t be surprised if it was them.”

The questions carried on like this, trying to get as much information out of me as possible. However they were getting no where, soon being asked to leave by a nurse doing the rounds. It was now only family members allowed for the remainder of the visiting hours.

“Thank you Miss (Y/L/N). We’ll be in touch later on. Hopefully we can catch these guys. I hope you have a speedy recovery.” Unser left the room, Hale staying behind for a second.

“Get out while you still can ma'am.”

I glared at him as he left. How dare he say that?! As if I didn’t know what I had gotten myself into. It wasn’t hard to see that he hated Sons of Anarchy. Pushing it out of my mind, I settled down into the bed, finally getting some peace; of course I was wrong.

“(Y/N)?!” Three voices called as they burst into the room.

I sighed.

Frankie threw herself on me, momentarily forgetting that I was injured. She instead grabbed a hand, multiple apologies pouring out of her. Alex took my other hand, kissing the back of it as Bea stood next to my head, stroking my hair back. I had never seen them cry, ever, this was a weird experience.

“I’m alright now guys.” I smiled, getting emtional myself.

“We’re going to kill whoever did this to you. The fucking cowards, why would they target you?”

“Don’t ask questions I cannot answer.”

“Visiting hours are going to be over soon. (Y/N), you can tell us what happened.” Bea said.

Frankie pleaded.“Please, we need to know.”

“Why?” I asked bluntly.“Why do you 'need’ to know?”

Bea suddenly turned serious.“You’re our friend, our family. Tell us what happened so we can fix it.”

I sighed, closing my eyes.

“No, you know what?” Alex sounded angry.“Why did you leave Gemma’s in the beginning? The only reason we didn’t call or go after you was because Jax was so persistent on it.”

“I didn’t feel too good, wine got to my head a little.”

“What are you hiding? Why are you hiding it?”

“I’m not hiding anything. Look, I’m really tired and I need to rest. I love you guys, see you tomorrow morning.”

Laying down properly and getting comfortable, I curled up beneath the covers, ready to sleep. I heard the others sign before leaving. That night I simply cried myself to sleep.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“(Y/N), how are ya’ feeling luv’?” Chibs greeted me as I entered the clubhouse.

We hugged.“Better though still sore.”

He gestured for me to sit with him at the bar.“That’s good, I’m glad you’re out. Wha’ about the girls?”

After being released from the hospital the next day, I pretty much received the silent treatment from the girls. They still helped me around the house along with caring for my injuries; but whenever they could, they wouldn’t speak to me.

I sighed.“They’re still not happy with me.”

“They said tha’ you didn’t tell them the truth.”

“But I did!” I lied.

“What’s all the shouting for?” Jax walked in, smiling as he saw me.“Hey darlin, you’re finally out.”

His arm went round my shoulder.“Thanks. Have you seen Frankie?”

“Yeah, she’s fixing up a car. Did Alex and Bea come with you?”

I nodded.“They said Clay wanted to call Church and they are invited.”

Chibs stood up.“Best go round up the others.” he patted Jax on the shoulder before walking off.

Jax took his seat.

“I know it’s about me. But you guys just need to drop it.”

“(Y/N), how are we supposed to forget something like that? This is clearly a threat to you and the club!”

“Maybe or maybe not! But how the hell are we supposed to track down these guys?”

Jax grabbed my hand, leading me out of the bar and towards the dorms. As soon as we entered his room, he slammed the door behind us.

“Jax, what was that all about?” I asked in bewilderment.

He ran a hand through his hair.“I’ve gotta tell you something. But there is no way you can tell the others you know, especially the girls!”

“Jax, is this about the Devoted Predators?”

“How did you know?”

“Because you’ve all been acting weird. Tig gave it away.”

“Tig? What the hell did he do?”

I remained silent, sitting on his bed.

He knelt in front of me, taking my face in his hands and slightly shaking it.“(Y/N), stop fucking around! What did Tig do?!”

“You think I’m just fucking around?” I threw his hands off me.“Jax, you realise that this is history repeating itself.”

“Tell me.”

I hesitated.“I got a weird call and he was just there at the time. I wanted to confront him about the Predators but he wouldn’t say anything.”

“I have a feeling that Clay is going to tell you about that in Church.”

“I’m not invited.”

Jax decided to change the topic.“Phone. Now.”

“What? No.”

“That weird call must be linked to all this. Let Juice analyse the call.”

I got off of his bed, storming towards the door before Jax stopped me. I was about to protest when he pulled me towards him, capturing me in a deep kiss. Without hesitation I started to kiss back, my hands instantly reaching up around his neck as his went to my lower back. They started to travel further down, grabbing my arse, causing me to out a small moan. What was I feeling? Lust? Love? Some sort of warm emotion? But before things got any further, the door was swung open.

“Jackie boy, time for church-oh, sorry for interrupting.” Chibs said, trying to hide his smile.

I pulled away from Jax, facing away from them both as my face burned from the blushing. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jax acting as if nothing happened.

“I’ll be out there soon.” he replied.

Chibs left, leaving me in total embarrassment. I covered my face with my hands, peeking through my fingers to see Jax smirking.

“I don’t know how long we’ll be in there. Feel free to take from the bar if you get thirsty.” he pecked my lips, swaggering out of the room.

And that’s when I saw it.

He had my phone. The sneaky bastard had got my phone during the kiss. He was just using me. It wouldn’t be the first time a biker did that.

Requested by @lovedreaminspire
Song request Oh Darlin, what have I done by the white buffalo with Chibs

AN: okay this is my first music request and it’s taken me a few days to write this because I don’t want to mess it up. So hopefully I did okay!!!’

“Oh darlin, darlin,
What have I done?
Well I’ve been away from you so long, and all my days have turned to darkness.
And I believe my heart has turned to stone”

Y/N POV
How could things get so between Fillip and I? y/n thought to herself. Ever since Fillip joined SAMCRO, things got harder than we expected.
With a glass in her hand, she sipped the cold liquor, her packed bag sitting next to her chair. Never thought there’d be a day like this. The amount of unneeded blood shed was too much. Never seeing Fillip either, certainly didn’t help.

“Oh darlin, darlin,
What have I done?
Now I don’t say anything at all.
Well god don’t listen to the noise,
Now I’m left here all alone.”


Chibs POV

Walking inside his home, something felt very off to Fillip. He knew things weren’t the best with y/n right now.
Once the Scotsman enters the living room, he sees her, glass in her hand, bag next to her feet. Anger raging inside him.
“What you doin lass?” Fillip says to her, y/n looking up. Tear stained cheeks. She never looked this upset before.
“I’m leaving fillip, things here are too fucked to fix.” y/n says, raising her voice. He could hear the pain in her words but he was too angry to care.
“For Christ sake, what ye talking bout?!” Fillip said, completely angry and fed up.
“Donna got fucked murdered because of the shit the club is going through for starters ! And you’re always on runs fillip ! I’m in the relationship alone!” Y/n screams at fillip, she couldn’t stop the tears.
“Donna wasn’t our fault! We didn’t do it lass! I do the runs to make money for our future girl!” Fillip screams back, anger fueling him. Headlights beamed the living room, lighting them up. Y/n standing up and grabbing her bag.
“Goodbye Fillip.” Y/n says, leaving her home. Fillip too shocked to move.
Fillip goes to the chair and sits down, taking the bottle to his lips. Forgetting everything.

“Take out the bodies that live,
Oh, lord it gets me high.
I think I’m going to get my fill of lives.
Oh lord, I don’t wanna let my baby down,
Well I just wanna give us something one of a kind.”

Chibs POV
It’s been a week since Fillip has seen y/n. He’s called and called but nothing. She won’t answer. But he isn’t giving up.
Stuff with the club was the same. Fillip asking his brothers for some time off. A week at best. They agreed that he needed to fix his problems.
Riding his bike to y/n place, he pulls up to the street corner. Walking up the sidewalk, he reaches the apartment and rings to doorbell. A moment later, y/n opened the door.
“What do you want Fillip?” She asked looking down. Seeing him again just hurt her. She wanted to stay with him forever.
“ I want you lass, I ain’t givin up.” Fillip tells her, y/n kept staring at the ground, tears running down her face.
“It’s just not that simple Fillip….I got to go” y/n says, shutting the door before he could say anything.
Walking to the curb, Fillip sits down and lets the tears fall from his face.

“Oh darlin, darlin, what have I done?
Oh darlin, darlin, what have I done?
Oh darlin, darlin, what have I done?……”


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Famile Matters: Part 4

Pairings: Chibs x Reader, Clay, Tig, Jax, Opie & Gemma. Mentioned: Donna, Half Sack & Tara

Warnings: Swearing, mention of character murder

Word Count: 2,186

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Family Matters Masterlist

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“… Look, I understand if y’all can’t trust me after this. I am more than willing to pack up and leave Charming again, get far away from here if that’s what you think is best. But I swear to you on Donna’s grave that I am not working for the DEA or ATF or anybody now or ever again.” You said as looked at the members of SAMCRO as they sat in a special chapel meeting.

“I can back her whole story.” Ope said. You purposely left out the information that him, Jax and Chibs knew anything about your past so if there was any backlash, it wouldn’t come back at them. “I’ve known all of this since the day she got back into town and visited me in lock-up.”

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Try Me

Request from anon for a Jax x Reader where the reader is Unser’s daughter, and Hale keeps flirting with her so she asks Jax to pretend to be her boyfriend to get him to back off. Enjoy the smut ;)

A/N - I’ve done this a little differently to my other fake boyfriend/girlfriend imagines, as I don’t want to seem repetitive :)

Originally posted by journeyslegend

“You don’t even know me. Get to know me, I promise I’ll change your mind.” You’re glad your back is turned as you roll your eyes in annoyance, not sure how long you’re going to be able to keep up the nice girl attitude for.

Turning to face the determined officer, you smile apologetically, your following answer the same as it always is. “Thanks for the offer again David, but I’m not sure things would work between us.”

“Why? Why do you always say that?” he asks, frustration heavy in his tone, his hand on your car door to stop you from leaving. “Is it because of the MC?”

“No-” You open your mouth to start denying his claims, trying to think of another reason not to go out with a dude that you just don’t find yourself attracted to, when you come up with the perfect solution. “Actually, yes. You’re completely right.”

“Listen, I know you’re close with them, but they’re bad people, (Y/N). You could do so much better.” Here he goes again, you think. Same speech as always. He doesn’t even know SAMCRO like you do, nobody does.

“Thanks for the lecture, David, but Jax asked me to be his girlfriend a couple weeks ago, and I said yes.” The pure horror on his face has you biting your lip to contain your smirk. “See you around.”

Walking into the clubhouse, you scan the room swiftly, not spotting the man you’re hoping to see. “He around, Sack?”

“In the apartments.” he responds, walking into the kitchen with a pair of rubber gloves and a plunger. You grimace, knowing Piney’s probably blocked the bog again. Shaking your head, you walk towards Jax’s residence, knocking on the closed door.

“Room service.” you call sarcastically, your voice sickly sweet. The door opens within a few seconds, Jax’s eyebrow raised, his lips turned up into a grin.

“Lucky me, though you’re slightly overdressed for the kind of ‘room service’ I’m used to.” he says, opening the door to let you in. “Wasn’t expecting to see you till’ later on.”

“I know, but I need to talk to you about a little favour so I thought I’d grace you with my wonderful company.” you tease, plonking yourself down on Jax’s bed. Shutting the door, he sits on a box in front of you, pulling his cigarettes out of his pocket.

“You can just admit you missed me, babe.” He takes a drag, your eyes capturing the way his cheeks hollow as he inhales the smoke, the action stopping your train of thought. “What do you need me for this time, Princess?“

“Are you ever going to drop that nickname? You’ve called it me for years.” He grins cheekily, the smoke parting from his pink lips as he shakes his head at you, knowing deep down you love the endearment. “Anyway-”

A knock on Jax’s door stops you, the two of you turning to see Chibs’. “Sorry to interrupt. Cops are here.”

“Could they be any further up our asses?” Jax spits rhetorically, discarding his cigarette in an ashtray on his cabinet before standing up. You follow him as he leaves the room, Chibs leading the way as the three of you head out to the front. All you’re thinking is please don’t be Hale.

You curse silently as you see the man himself standing against his police car, Jax tensing up as he sets eyes on the deputy. “You’re here so much I’m starting to think you wanna patch in.”

Hale just scowls, his eyes shifting to you as you move from behind Jax, stepping to take position between the Scot and the VP. He watches you for a moment, and you know Jax catches it as you see him look at you questioningly, a pleading look on your face as you hope he just follows your lead.

“We got a call about a guy on a motorcycle running a red light a few blocks from here.” You sigh in disbelief, having a sneaking suspicion that his visit is more out of spite than anything else. “Just here to check your plates.”

“Jesus, how bad did you piss off my dad to go from murders to speeding tickets?” you sass, folding your arms across your chest. Chibs chokes down his chuckle from next to you, taking a drag from his cig to keep down his humour.

“I’m here because it’s my job, (Y/N), to make Charming a safer place for our citizens.” You roll your eyes, nodding slowly. “Something bothering you?”

“Woah, I thought you were here for us, not for the chief’s daughter. Check your plates and you can be on your way.” Jax states protectively, not liking the way Hale is speaking to you. The officer glares in response, his hand moving to rest on the handcuffs on his belt.

“I wonder how the chief would feel if he knew what you were up to with his daughter.” Hale snaps, his whole entity dripping with jealousy. You swallow nervously, trying to hide the anxiety from your face.

Chibs laughs loudly this time, a laugh so loud with amusement that you can’t help but smile. “Jackie, you naughty boy.”

You share a look with your ‘boyfriend’, him smirking, a cocky grin spreading across his face. You let out the breath you’ve been holding in, Jax’s reaction of enjoyment rather than horror making you feel confident in your lie.

“Oh, I get it now. You’ve got a soft spot for my girl here, and you’re pissed she chose me over you.” Jax says, rolling his tongue over his lower lip smugly. “Not that you were even an option.”

“You watch your mouth, Teller.” Hale warns, his eye twitching as he steps up to Jax, the tension heavy between the two men.

“Or what?” Jax challenges, anger radiating off him in waves.

“We got a problem here, boys?” The voice of your dad cuts through the ever brewing argument, him smiling at you loving before turning his attention back to the two amped up males. “Hale, you’re not stationed to be here.“

You, Chibs and Jax watch on as Hale turns into a flushed mess, having no decent excuse for ever coming to TM in the first place - though you all know why he did.

“Thanks, dad.” You hug your father as you speak, him squeezing you tightly before leaving you to it.

“So, something you need to tell me?” Jax asks as you sit on the bench outside, embarrassment crawling up your body. “Wasn’t aware I was taken, darlin’.”

He nudges you playfully, your hands covering your face as you groan. “He’s been pestering me for weeks, figured you were the best deterrent.”

“Thanks.” Jax deadpans, a small smirk on his face as he passes you the cig, you taking a drag as you think about what to say. “Glad I could be of service, I guess.”

“Thanks for going along with it. Guess I owe you one.” You tap off the ash and pass the stick back, biting your lip anxiously. “How about I do you a favor?”

“Sweetheart, no offence but the kind of favours I’d like to have you do for me aren’t exactly innocent.” You cough, his reply completely unexpected, your core tingling involuntarily.

“Try me.” you tease, your gaze flickering to his lips for just a second, your hand coming to rest on his thigh, fingertips inching upwards.

Next thing you know, the two of you are locked at the lips, thankful that the clubhouse is empty, the others off on runs and whatever else. “How long have we got?”

“Half hour, tops.” Jax mumbles, connecting his lips back to yours, his tongue in your mouth eliciting a moan from you. “I don’t see us lasting that long to be honest, darlin’.”

You squeal as you feel yourself being lifted, the pool table becoming your seat as Jax places you on top. You rip at his flannel, the buttons scattering all over the room. Your fingers explore up and down his chiseled chest as he begins to nibble and suck at your neck, your eyes closing in pleasure as he works his way down.

“Please, Jax…” you pant, your underwear positively soaked as his tongue slips over your exposed skin. He practically growls at your pleading, him ripping himself from you as he expertly undoes his jeans, the fabric pooling at his ankles, his boxers joining the denim.

Your eyes widen as his cock stands before you, you pressing your thighs together subconsciously as the ache grows stronger. “Like what you see, Princess?”

“Don’t get too smug, Jackson, gotta see if you can fuck me well enough, first.“ His hands pull at your shorts, you lifting your ass to help assist as he rids the material from your legs. Once he’s discarded the fabric somewhere across the room, he connects his lips back to yours, lifting and squeezing your ass as he moves to you to the edge of the table.

You barely feel him move your underwear to the side before he sinks into you, a gasp leaving your lips as he nuzzles into your neck, his teeth biting at your skin as he fills you up.

You dig your nails into his biceps as he moves out of you, slamming back in deeply. He pulls back, loving the expressions you make as he fucks you so well, the little moans and gasps leaving your lips making him want to explode there and then.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to feel you around me, (Y/N).” You place your hands behind you to steady yourself, your pussy feeling even wetter as he talks to you. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

“I’m so close, already. Fuck, just like that.” you whine as he hits all the right places, his strokes alternating in speed, but never lacking in power.

You rub your clit, clenching your pussy as you come, your mouth open yet nothing comes out. “That’s it, come for me, baby. Good girl.”

Jax grips the back of your neck as he speeds up his thrusts, his gaze locked on yours as he gets closer and closer to climaxing. You’re practically on fire as you feel another orgasm creeping up on you, the pure hunger in Jax’s eyes making you more sensitive than ever.

“Who knew you could take cock so well.” he whispers as he drills into you, a high pitched moan slipping from your lips. “Imagine if someone walked in right now, saw what a dirty slut you are, so desperate for me.”

His degrading words push you over the edge, a loud curse leaving you as stars fill your vision, Jax continuing to slam into you as he rides you through your high. “You gonna take my come, hm? Gonna let me fill you up like the good girl you are?”

“Yes, fuck, please Jax.” you plead desperately, your nails clawing down his stomach as he places hos forehead against your own, his eyes clenching shut as he let’s go.

He kisses you roughly as he comes inside of you, his hips gently rocking as his hot spurts shoot inside of you, your teeth sucking at his bottom lip.

He pulls out of you slowly, his juices and your own dripping from your satisfied pussy, your body feeling empty without his shaft inside of you.

Jax buckles up his pants, grabbing your shorts before lifting you up as if you weigh nothing. He carries you down the hall, just in time in fact as voices begin to fill the clubhouse.

Reaching his room, he places you down on the bed, his body crawling over yours as he moves a piece of hair from your face. “I’ve gotta go for a vote, but when I get back, we’re gonna see how sexy you look on your hands and knees.”

With that, he’s gone, leaving you shaken and hungry for more.

A/N - It’s been a whileeeeeee since I wrote some smut, but I’m so glad with how this turned out!!!! Hope you guys likeddddddd xxxx

SOA PREFERENCE - THE SONS AS YOUR BEST FRIEND

JAX

Jax would be the mischievous best friend that always gets you in trouble. Sometimes, he’d turn up on your doorstep, feeling mischievous, and drag you out to have some fun, just messing with people – members of the club, his mum, anyone you could find to annoy. He’d do this sometimes to cheer you up, or he’d chill with you and play video games. He’d also taunt you about your crushes and embarrass you in front of them.

Originally posted by karladahmer

OPIE

Opie would always be there when you needed him. He would be the reliable best friend. Whenever you’d call, he’d come round to make sure you were ok. He’d run errands for you if you asked and he’d give you rides home all the time. You could count on Ope for anything. He’d be your voice of reason, when you needed someone to keep you grounded, Opie would be there for you.

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz

CHIBS 

Chibs would be the best friend you wouldn’t see for ages, but when you did, it would be like you’d never left each other’s side. He’d be equal parts serious and fun, he’d keep you in the loop but he wouldn’t mind getting up to mischief with you as well. He’d tell you what you need to hear, not what you want to hear. He’d never dance around your feelings, he’d be that friend that would tell you when you were being a complete asshole and it would keep you from making stupid choices.

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz

TIG

Tig would be the flirty best friend. Everyone would think there was something going on with you two, because you’d constantly be flirting, sometimes to the point where anyone else would get uncomfortable. Tig would be wildly inappropriate with you, but you’d be used to him and you’d give him a taste of his own medicine. If you were really upset though, Tig would wrap his arms around you, rest his chin on your hair and tell you it will be OK.

Originally posted by codenamekaraortiz

HAPPY 

Happy would be the protective best friend. He’d always be there ready to kill anyone who upset you and he’d keep an eye on you at all times to make sure you were OK. You’d be the only one who would laugh at his jokes, because you’d be the only one who understood his weird-ass sense of humor.

Originally posted by lolsthecatgifs

JUICE

Juice would be the down-to-earth best friend. He’d do normal best friend things with you, like grabbing lunch when you both have time, keeping you informed about what all your other friends are doing. When one of you was having a bad day, the other would turn up on their doorstep with a movie and snacks and you’d both curl up on the couch and just enjoy each other’s company.

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz

Cheeky

Request from the lovely @crystalbaby12 for a Jax x Reader based on the following prompt:

#78 - “I need you to be my girlfriend for about 5 minutes.”

Sorry I didn’t include both prompts that you originally asked for!!! Hope you still like it x

Originally posted by journeyslegend

A whistle catches your attention, Jax smiling widely at you from across the room. Getting up, you move over to him, eye brows raised in question.

“Last time I checked, I’m not a dog. My name will do if you need my attention.” He continues to grin as you eventually end up smiling, a common reaction when faced with the man you love.

“I always need your attention, darlin.” he flirts, the playful banter a daily occurrence for the two of you. Though you expect it’s harmless on his end, you can’t help but fall deeper and harder for him, him having no idea about your feelings.

“Doesn’t everyone?” you ask sarcastically, moving to stand beside him, the two of you watching as Gemma and some of the others set the table, a family dinner about to take place. You had of course been invited, Gemma loving you like her own, you and Jax being as close as can be since the two of you met each other four years ago.

“You know how you love me?” Your heart stops for a moment, until your mind catches up and realise he’s just talking platonically, your face flushing all the same. “I need you to do me a favour.”

“Is that so? What’s in it for me?” you question, lifting your bottle of beer to your lips, Jax watching you intently. He continues to smile at you, the look of pure adoration as clear as day to outsiders. But not to you.

“Can’t you just help me out of the goodness of your pretty, pretty heart? You wound me.“ He places his hand on his chest, faux offense on his face. Rolling your eyes, you nudge his body with your own, your skin tingling at the connection.

“What do you need?” You wait for him to respond, genuine curiosity on your face. You had no idea what he needed from you, but knowing Jax, it wouldn’t be simple.

“I need you to be my girlfriend for about five minutes.” The alcohol gets stuck in your throat at his request, an unattractive cough breaking out as you try to recompose yourself. Jax chuckles, shaking his head as he watches you with amusement, liking that he can catch you off guard after all this time.

“No way! I refuse to put myself through such torture.” you say, covering up for the fact that you’d actually love to be his girlfriend. Not just for five minutes, though. For a lot longer.

“You haven’t even heard my reasons yet!” he laughs, used to your stubborn behavior. He grabs your hand, his huge one covering your smaller one so perfectly, his skin warm and comforting as he leads you outside the back, the others not noticing as you slip away.

Once you’re outside, Jax pulls a cigarette from his pocket, offering you one in the process, you declining. “Those things’ll kill you, you know.”

“I’ve heard there’s quite a queue, they’ll have to get in line.” Jax jests, his lungs inhaling the nicotine before the smoke escapes from his lips, your fingers tightly gripping your bottle as you remind yourself to breathe.

“So, please entertain me. Why do you need me to fake date you? I’m sure you’re not short on potential candidates.” You hike yourself up onto the brick wall, your boots just about touching the floor.

“Straight to the point, as usual.” He takes a seat next to you, your thigh brushing his in such a delightful way. “My mom has invited some chick round, thinks we’d get on well.”

You feel like you’ve been punched in the gut, the thought of Jax with somebody else so painful even though you should be used to it by now, females seeming to be everywere he goes.

“You never know, you might like her. Your mom has good taste.” you encourage, trying to keep your expression as natural as possible, not wanting to let on how you really feel about this idea.

Jax shrugs, taking his last drag before throwing the stub to the floor, his eyes finding yours, you looking down from the intensity of his gaze. “Of course she has good taste. She’s been trying to hook us up for years.”

You smile into your lap, a red hot blush covering your cheeks as butterflies flutter in your stomach as Jax gauges your reaction.

“Is that so?” you challenge, the tension between the two of you rising as you look up at Jax, determined to hold his gaze as your faces stay only inches apart.

Jax hums in confirmation, his tongue running over his bottom lip. You break away, your eyes moving in front of you. His thigh moves from yours as he pushes himself off the wall, his body coming to stand in front of you as he pulls you up, you letting him.

“This is new.” you say as Jax pulls you closer to him, his hands resting on your back to keep you from moving away, not that you would. Nevertheless, you remain stiff, not wanting to make a move incase it’s too much.

Jax senses this, rolling his eyes dramatically, huffing as he leads your arms, placing them around his neck, his hands going back to where they were before as you’re pressed up against one another.

“Does that bother you?” he mumurs, the distance between you so small that even if he whispered, you’d hear it as clear as day. You shrug your shoulders shyly, your cheeks definitely a bright shade of red. “You’ve gotta get used to this if you wanna be convincing.”

You can’t control your change in moods as you realise Jax is only doing all of this so you’ll help him get rid of some chick, a sigh leaving your lips as you push at his chest, a confused expression on his face as he removes his grip from you, you stepping back to create distance.

“Is that all I’m useful for, hm? Helping you make excuses so your entourage backs off?” Jax goes to defend himself, you stopping him with your hand. “Save it, Jackson. Thanks for making it clear.”

“Making what clear? What are you talking about?” He grabs your wrist as you turn away, you snatching your arm back as if you’ve been burnt by his touch. He looks completely clueless as he studies you, you trying to compose yourself before you start blubbering in front of him.

“I’m talking about us!” you say, gesturing between the two of you. Sighing, you run your hand through your fringe, trying to think before you speak. “I get that I’m not enough for you, that all I’ll ever be is a friend. But really, asking me to be your girlfriend for five minutes before you drop me again? I’ll pass, thanks.”

“I didn’t think you’d mind! You’ve done it for me before-” Jax stops mid sentence, realisation hitting him in the face like a bus. You frown as he begins to smile, his tongue slipping out of his mouth slightly as he nods towards you. “You’re jealous aren’t you?”

You freeze for a moment, shock on your face, before you feign disgust. Scoffing, you cross your arms defensively. “You wish.”

“Don’t try and lie to me, don’t forget I know you better than anyone.” You curse under your breath as you realise you’ve stepped in a big pile of metaphorical dog shit, and you’re unable to see a way out of it. “You like me.”

“Obviously. You’re my best friend.” you say, trying to remain casual. Jax slowly moves closer to you, you moving backwards until you come into contact with the side of the house, the brick firm against your back. Jax continues to move as you stand, trapped, your palms sweaty due to your nerves.

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.” he teases, his hands being placed either side of your head as he boxes you in, his face hovering just above yours. “You like me, like me.

“What are you, twelve?” You keep your eyes focused on his, your anxiety almost getting the better of you. Your stomach flips when you see his gaze flick to your lips, you swallowing nervously.

He moves even closer to you, your eyes fluttering closed as he brushes his nose against yours, his breath fanning onto your lips. “I don’t hear any denial.”

“Just kiss me if you’re going to, you idiot.” You open your eyes quick enough to catch Jax with slight shock on his face, before you close them again at the feel of his lips upon yours. You grip his shirt in your fist as you enjoy the moment you’ve been dreaming about for years.

Jax sucks on your bottom lip teasingly, a moan erupting from inside of you. You’re embarrassed for a moment, that is until Jax moans in response, his hands sliding to your ass as he squeezes, lifting you up and pushing you against the brick.

“Guys-” Chibs’ voice interrupts the two of you, his sentence cut short as he sees how you’re occupied. He smirks, you red faced as Jax remains calm and collected. “Gemma is looking for you. No rush, though, take your time.”

He winks at the two of you before disappearing back inside, Jax still holding you as you wiggle to get down. Chuckling, Jax complies with your request, placing you carefully back on the floor. “Continue this later?”

You hum, slipping your fingers up his shirt, his skin warm as he flexes under your touch. Leaning up, you move to his ear, your hand drifting to the waistband of his boxers.

“We’ll see.” With that, you separate from him quickly, slipping back inside with a parting wink.

A/N - Longer than usual but I hope you guys liked it anyway! Xxx

Third Love

Originally posted by sonsofanarchy-jaxteller

Originally posted by bellamyhalpert


Request: Imagine dating Jax for a while, Tara comes back and you and Jax fight.


PART TWO COMING 😘

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“It’s been said that we really only fall in love with three people in our lifetime.
Yet, it’s said that we need each of these loves for a different reason.
Often our first is when we are young, high school even. It’s the idealistic love; the one that seems like the fairytales we are all read as children.
It’s a love that looks right.
The second is supposed to be our hard love; the one that teaches us lessons about who we are and how we often want or need to be loved.
Sometimes it’s unhealthy, unbalanced or narcissistic even.
It’s the love that we wished was right.
And the third is the love we never see coming. The one that usually comes dressed as all wrong for us and that destroys any lingering ideals we clung to about what love is supposed to be.
It’s the love that just feels right.
Maybe we don’t all experience these loves in this lifetime; but perhaps that’s just because we aren’t ready to.
Possibly maybe we need a whole lifetime to learn or maybe if we’re lucky it only takes a few years.
And there may be those people who fall in love once and find it passionately lasts until their last breath.
Someone once told me they are the lucky ones; and perhaps they are.
But I kinda think that those who make it to their third love are really the lucky ones.
They are the ones who are tired of having to try and whose broken hearts lay beating in front of them wondering if there is just something inherently wrong with how they love.
But there’s not; it’s just a matter of if someone loves in the same way that they do or not.
And maybe there’s something special about our first love, and something heartbreakingly unique about our second…but there’s also just something about our third.
The one we never see coming.
The one that actually lasts.
The one that shows us why it never worked out before.
And it’s that possibility that makes trying again always worthwhile, because the truth is you never know when you’ll stumble into love. ”

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You pulled into the Teller-Morrow lot and parked in your usual spot before sliding out of your seat and closing the car door behind you.
The night was warm and the air was crisp, the sun slowly beginning to set and you walked across the lot, thinking to yourself how thankful you were to live in a place like this.
Your footsteps echoed through the quiet lot, almost silent except the faint music coming from inside. The row of bikes was a welcome sight and you headed straight for the clubhouse doors.
There was nothing quite like the smell of the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse and it welcomed you every time you opened those doors; a mix of cheap perfume, leather and cigarettes.
And for the last two years, this place had become your home.
Dating Jackson Teller wasn’t easy, but to be honest you didn’t want easy. Nothing worthwhile ever came easy and for you, Jax was worth the world.
You saw him almost instantly, sitting casually at one of the tables, a beer in one hand and a cigarette pressed between his lips, his blonde hair slicked back from his face.
A smile spread on your lips as you neared him and when he saw you approaching his face lit up.
“Hey darlin,” Jax greeted you and gave his leg a pat, gesturing for you to sit.
You obliged and sat in his lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulder before kissing his lips gently.
“Hey yourself.”
Chibs and Tig were sat at the table also and they both greeted you warmly.
“How was your day?” You asked, absentmindedly playing with the folds of leather on his kutte.
“Busy.” Jax smiled at you.
He knew you weren’t digging for information on the club, you were just generally interested in how his days went and he admired you for not pressing him for details.
You began to chat about your day, Jax asking you questions about work and neither of you noticed Chibs and Tig leave the table.
Conversation always flowed easily between the two of you and even when you weren’t speaking the silence was comfortable.
“You ready to head home?” You asked, stifling a yawn.
Jax took a swig of his beer before speaking.
“I’ve gotta wrap up some Club stuff,” He told you, shifting uneasily in his seat. “I might be late tonight babe.”
You nodded and smiled. “Well I’d say I’d wait up but I doubt il be able to.” You said as another yawn came over you.
Jax smirked and kissed you deeply.
“I love you, (y/n).” He told you, his voice serious.
You thought nothing of it and smiled back at him. “I love you too.”

~

The singing of the birds outside your window woke you before your alarm did, and you were thankful. The sounds of nature were a much more pleasant awakening then the nagging beeps of your alarm clock.
You stretched your arms out and instantly noticed the empty spot beside you.
You frowned slightly.
It was unlike Jax to not come home. Even when he stayed late at the clubhouse he always made his way home, knowing that you worried when he wasn’t beside you.
You checked your phone but saw no messages or calls from him.
‘He probably crashed at the clubhouse. It was a busy day after all.’ You told yourself and headed for the shower.
After showering you pulled on your ripped black jeans and a grey tshirt and tied your hair loosely on top of your head before heading to the kitchen for breakfast.
It wasn’t your day off, but you only had two meetings today so you didn’t need to head into the office til around lunchtime.
You threw some bread in the toaster and made up a pot of coffee.
It wouldn’t hurt to pop in to the clubhouse, you thought. Jax might have already headed out for the day but there was still a chance he’d be there and you wanted to ease your mind before heading into work.
You quickly had your breakfast and tidied up the kitchen before grabbing your keys off the counter and heading for the door.
Your house wasn’t far from TM and the drive there passed quickly.
The lot was coming alive for the day, some of the guys around the picnic table, some in the garage working on bikes and you could see Gemma in her office.
You parked in your spot and got out of the car.

“Mornin’ lass,” Chibs called from the table.
“Morning!” You smiled back.
You’d always gotten on well with him and he always made you feel welcome.
“Jax inside?”
“Aye, he’s in his dorm.”
You thanked him and kissed his cheek before heading inside.

Jax was exactly where Chibs said; sitting at the desk in his dorm, cigarette between his lips, writing in that notebook he always clutched so tight.
You leant against the door, unwilling to disturb him. You liked watching him write, he always looked so focused, like he was writing the secrets of the world. You never asked what he was writing, never wished to read his words; you didn’t need to.
He had always been open with you and you’d never had secrets between you. However something didn’t feel quite were.
You let him write in piece for another minute before you rapped on the door lightly.
Jax lifted his head and smiled before blowing out his smoke and putting out the cigarette in an ash tray.
“Mornin’,” Jax saidnas he stood and walked towards you.
“Long time no see, Teller.” You smirked.
You were pissed he hadn’t come home and hadn’t bothered to text you, but damn with a face like that you could never stay mad at him for long.
Jax smirked and ran a hand through his hair.
“Sorry babe.”
You raised an eyebrow and laid your hands on his shoulders. His hands held your waist gently.
“That’s all I get?”
“I’ll make it up to you?” He offered, a playful hint in his eyes.
You laughed lightly.
“You sound so sincere.”
Jax smirked at the sarcasm in your voice and kissed you softly.
“I’m sorry babe.” He told you again.
This time you nodded and smiled.
“Just come home tonight.” You told him.
Jax nodded and you kissed him once more before turning away.
“See you at home. For dinner.” You called over your shoulder
“I’ll be there.” Jax watched you leave, a content smile on his lips as he watched you walk.

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The house was so silent that you swore you actually heard the clock tick over.
9 O'clock.
And he still wasn’t home.
Your fingers rapped at the table impatiently.
Fuck it. You thought. You hadn’t heard from him since you had left the clubhouse earlier this morning and after not coming home last night you were pissed.
He could have at least had the decency to call.
Now, dinner had gone cold and you didn’t really care; you always lost your appetite when you were angry.
You glanced at the clock once more before grabbing your keys, pulled on your boots and marched to the door.
You drove fast, barely stopping at the red lights and stop signs on the way and the tyres screeched when you pulled into the lot.
Tig and Happy were sat outside and they eyed you curiously as you slammed the car door.
“Everything okay doll?” Tig asked as you stormed across the lot.
“Just fucking peachy.” You said.
Tig nodded slowly and backed away, arms raised and you sat back at the table with Hap.
You glanced past the dozen men scattered around the clubhouse, searching only for one.
Juice was walking towards you, pulling a pack of smokes out of his pocket as he walked.
You spotted Jax, sitting on one of the sofas, a pretty brunette beside him. She wasn’t a crow eater, that was obvious but you still felt a pang of jealousy when you saw Jax smile at her.
“Juice, who’s that?” You asked as he neared you.
He glanced around the room, following your gaze and stopped awkwardly when he saw who you were meaning.
“Uhh I’m not sure (y/n).” Juice said and rubbed his neck.
You crossed your arms and glared at him.
He sighed.
“It’s um. Tara.” He told you and flashed you a sad smile before squeezing your arm and walked past you.
You nodded slowly.
So this is why Jax had been acting strange; Tara was back.
Goddamit. You knew about her, he had told you, Gemma had told you, hell half the fucking club had told you.
She was his first love, the first girl to break his heart. It had been years since she’d left town and you hadn’t ever imagined she’d come back. You’d had a hard enough time adjusting to Wendy being around, but you’d come to realise there was nothing left between her and Jax.
They had been toxic for each other, and they only kept in touch for the sake of Abel. She wasn’t a threat and you’d actually grown to like her.
Tara was different.
You’d never met her, you’d only moved to town two years after she’d left but you knew how much she had meant to him. And the fact that he had practically ignored you didn’t sit right.
A part of you wanted to storm across the room, slap the bitch right across her cheek, and rip Jax into shreds.
But you didn’t.
You turned around slowly and walked back to your car.

~

It was 2.37am when Jax pulled into the drive way.
He parked his bike and swung his leg over before resting his helmet on his handle bars and heading towards the front door.
The kitchen light was still on inside and he walked slowly, his head hung low.
His footsteps were light as he walked up the steps and he opened the door slowly and closed it before him.
His shoes thumped against the carpet as he licked them off and he pulled the leather off his shoulders and laid it over the back of a chair before heading into the kitchen.
He stopped in his tracks when he saw you sitting at the table, a half bottle of whiskey and an empty glass in front of you.
“Hey,” he said quietly. “You’re still up.”
“Couldn’t sleep.”
He nodded slowly and fumbled with his rings before pulling out a chair and taking a seat opposite you.
“I’m sorry I’m late babe, things with the club have been.. busy.”
You nodded and lifted the bottle of whiskey and poured some into your glass.
Jax sighed and rubbed his hands over his face.
“It won’t be like this all the time darlin, things have just been busy. It’ll die down soon and I’ll be-”
“I came to the clubhouse.” You interrupted.
Jax stopped, his blue eyes fixed on you but you didn’t meet his gaze.
You twirled the glass in your hand, letting the whiskey swirl around before taking a sip.
“How longs she been back, Jax?”
He was silent for a moment before he spoke.
“A few days.” He told you.
You nodded slowly, your face cold.
“Do you love me?” You asked.
Jax reached across the table to grab your hands but you pulled them away.
“I do, (y/n). I love you.”
“Do you love her?” You took another swig.
Jax sighed. “Look it’s not that simple, I-”
“Yes or no.” You interrupted.
His gaze lingered in you but you only stared at the glass in your hands.
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you, (y/n).”
You scoffed. “Then what the fuck does it mean, Jax?! You blow me off cause your ex is back in town?”
“I needed time to think.” Jax said, his voice calm.
“To think?!” You yelled. “To think about what, Jax?! She left you! It’s been ten fucking years! But you need to think about it?”
“I didn’t think I’d see her again, it threw me.”
You scoffed and downed the rest of your glass.
“I was gonna tell you, I just needed to figure thins out. Me and Tara, we got a lot of history.”
“What did you need to figure out Jax? You’ve moved on! You’ve moved on with me! Or have the last two years meant nothing to you?!”
“Of course they meant something!” Jax yelled back. “I love you!”
“Bullshit!” You threw the bottle of whiskey at the wall behind him, barely missing his head and the glass shattered to the floor.
“If you loved me you wouldn’t have blown me off to see her! You would have told me straight away! You wouldn’t have lied to me!” You screamed, your fists shaking with rage.
“I am no ones second choice, Jackson.”
You grabbed your keys and pushed past him, heading for the door.
Anger was seething through you and although you could hear Jax yelling after you you couldn’t make out his words.
The rage was blinding, and you didn’t notice your knuckles whitening as you gripped the steering wheel.
You didn’t notice the row of flowers you crushed beneath the tyres.
You didn’t notice the tears streaming down your face.
You didn’t notice the red light beaming in the street.
You didn’t notice the truck.
No, you didn’t notice it. Not til it hit the side of your car, and everything went black.

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main characters + first appearances 

2

List of Sons of Anarchy/Jax Teller stories and imagines.  


Let me add a warning to this list. There are some material in these stories that may trigger some emotions. Just like the show there is violence in some of the stories. So I am warning you now. If it is too much for you, please stop reading. Thanks!

Hazing

Crash Into Me

Blended

Wicked Dreams

New By Laws ( This was my first fic ever so….yes I need to go back and edit.)

Cabin Fever


Originally posted by ihiphop

Jailbirds

Request from my fave @i-am-the-luna for a Jax x Reader using the following prompts:

#10 - “I’m gonna kill him!”

#58 - “Well this is a nice change of scenery.” “____, we’re in a prison cell.” “I was being sarcastic.”

Originally posted by hunnamsource

You pace the cage, Jax sitting calmly on the bench, an amused smile on his face as he watches you.

See, today had started out wonderful. So wonderful in fact, that you decided to head to the clubhouse with Jax and see if Gemma needed any help at TM.

Long story short, some bitch had come in to get her car serviced, though you were pretty sure she was just there to drool and flirt with Jax. You’d obviously not taken to that kindly, and when said bitch started to run her mouth, you’d punched her straight in the face.

She called the cops, one of the officers grabbed you a little too roughly for Jax’s liking, which then led to him punching said officer in the face - you and Jax both having the same low tolerance for bullshit - and now the two of you were being held hostage in a fucking cell. Great.

“Well this is a nice change of scenery.” Jax breaks the silence, you stopping your pacing to glare at your cellmate. He swipes his tongue over his lower lip, a teasing look on his face.

“Jax, we’re in a prison cell.” you deadpan, holding your arms up around you to gesture to your current surroundings. He smirks at you, rolling his eyes, his hands coming to rest on his thighs as he pushes himself upwards.

“I was being sarcastic.” You raise your eyebrows, his laid back exterior slowly cracking through your stressed one, a smile making its way onto your face. He reaches you, pulling you by the belt loops until you’re right in front of him, your palms resting on his chest.

“I’m sure after the second or third time of being locked up, I’ll be calmer.” you jest, Jax’s arms slipping around your waist and resting on your ass in a protective way. “Just let me freak out for my first time.”

He hums, leaning down to share a gentle kiss, your eyes slipping shut he does so. Once he pulls away, he moves his hands to your waist, squeezing comfortingly. “My apologies, babe. I sometimes forget what a good girl you are.”

“Damn, I bet she is.” you jump at the sound of company, Jax moving you aside and going closer to the bars, the police officer from earlier on the other side, a painful bruise forming on his cheekbone.

“What did you say?” Jax spits, his figure tall as he stares down the officer. The man just smirks, his eyes moving to you as they trail up and down your body, your skin crawling as he does so. Creep.

“I bet she’s really good with orders, hm? You know what they say, a lady in the streets is a freak in the sheets.” You scoff in disgust, knowing this man is just trying to push Jax’s buttons, and he’s definitely going to succeed. “Bet she’s real good with her tongue.”

“You better shut the fuck up before I reach through these bars and shove my fist down your throat.” Jax growls, his tone overflowing with venom. You rub your hand up and down his back soothingly, trying to calm him down.

“Bet she’s nice and tight, wet too. That true, sweetheart?” you scoff in disgust, feeling Jax shaking out of anger. He grabs at the bars, the officer flinching as Jax yanks at the metal, anger radiating off him in huge waves.

“I swear to god, I’m gonna slit your goddamn throat, remember that.” The look of terror on the man’s face is hilarious, and you’d laugh if the tensions weren’t so high.

“We alright here, gentleman?” you breathe a sigh of relief when Unser interrupts, a set of keys in his hand. His officer coughs nervously, before scampering out of sight.

After Unser cuts you two loose, the whore intelligently deciding not to press charges and Unser managing to let Jax off with a warning, you wait outside the station for your ride.

“I’m gonna kill him!” Jax yells suddenly, before he takes a drag from his cigarette, the nicotine failing to lower his vexation.

“Hey,” you push off the wall you’re leaning against, moving to stand in front of Jax. “Don’t let him get to you. He just said those things to piss you off.”

He shakes his head in defiance, his lip curling as he replays the confrontation over and over in his mind. There is nothing that gets him angrier than people disrespecting his family, especially you.

“It fucking worked, and once I get my hands on him, he’ll have more than a sore cheek to worry about.” Jax seethes, throwing his cig to the floor. He sits on the wall, pulling you gently to stand in between his legs.

You comb your fingers through his hair, knowing it helps calm him, his eyes slipping shut as you tug softly at his locks. “You’re my girl, (Y/N). I’m always gonna look after you, you know that right?”

You smile warmly at his confession, nodding in confirmation as he looks up at you. “And me, you.”

A/N - I hope you guys liked this! These requests are making it so much easier to write, I like knowing what you guys want to read :) till next time! X