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⋆˚꩜｡ 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 to my page lovelies

REQUESTS ARE: | 𝒪𝓅𝑒𝓃! | | Please feel free to send me some; I’m trying to improve my writing. x

𝓣𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵’𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 - Jax teller x fem!Reader who-collects-troll-dolls headcanons

𝓟𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂- fem!Cop x jax teller! You pull him over late at night ( ˗ˏˋ 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝! ´ˎ˗)

more coming soon…..

[tellerlittletroll]

°❀⋆ - 𝓒reating a tag list my lovelies! Comment if you want to be added x

also HELLO! Charlie in a suit! .. now I’m suddenly a 1950s housewife waiting for my Man to come home … let me help you with your tie baby 🙏

[tellerlittletroll]

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𝓶𝔂 𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼- of all of Jackson’s tellers delightful hair era’s because I love this man way to fucking much

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢- At number one is seasons 5–7 with his evil slick-back look. He’s deliciously hot, especially when he’s in crazy psycho mode and this beautiful golden hair goes crazy. Also, don’t get me started on the beard 😫 — overall a 10/10, please step on me.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢- Then at number two, it’s his season four midlife crisis look. Usually, I don’t like men with short hair, but because it’s Charlie Hunman and he’s abnormally hot, I fucking love it. At the start of the season, it’s a little too buzz-cutty for my liking, and I get secondary school flashbacks to chavy boys throwing glue sticks at the ceiling (normal British secondary school shit), but later on in the season when it grows to medium length, I’m hooked. Overall, a 9/10 🫢 — please marry me, sir.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢- Lastly, we have the 1–3 baby Jax eras. It’s long and messy (and incredibly sexy), his baby VP look. I love it the most in season three (even though it’s my least favourite season) when his beautiful locks are the longest and the beard the scruffiest. Overall, an 8/10 💀 — he loses a point for nearly fucking his sister.

⋆˚꩜｡- Honorable mention to the time he tied it up. I giggled the first time I saw it.

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[ravennaortiz]

Hi lovely ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 For the Monster Lover Event, I would love Troll Jax 🤭. Hear me out! Instead of the heart defect, the family flaw is once a year, for one night under a specific moon. Every blood-teller turns into a troll, and the only way to cure it is through physical contact.

Love 😏 I've got some thoughts! This is gonna be an interesting one 🧡

[tellerlittletroll]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ - I got into Sons of Anarchy in the weirdest way… I’ve vivid memories of watching it with my dad as a child, with him when I was about six, so in 2013. I definitely should not have been watching that shit as a CHILD with my father, no less! Seeing Charlie’s bare ass. I used to play it in the playground, used to pretend to be Gemma in year 1! And got little boys to be the club… you bet my parents had very interesting calls with my school…. It was my favourite show as a child… then in year 11! When I was doing hair and beauty I turned myself into Gemma for my final piece (full hair and makeup and I did a fake Crow- tattoo on my tit) I was ˗ˏˋ16! ´ˎ˗ Did a whole PowerPoint presentation about the show with it as well. Then I talked about Jax in one of my media studies GCSEs on “male representation” in media. So yeah I have a long weird as fuck relationship with this series .

that all my lovelies x

I promise I’m being FR x

I’m just emotionally attached to this fucking show

[tellerlittletroll]

ℑ’m surprised there’s not an “anti-Jax” club formed in Charming from all the women he fucked over… Jax Teller must die. Anyone interested?

It looks shit. I could’ve used Ai , but I’m not a fucking loser. Please, someone get the reference. this is just another random post x

[tellerlittletroll]

𓆩♡𓆪 -How are we thinking about a Jax in the real world fanfic? Like he gets transported into our world into some girl’s room who’s a Sons of Anarchy super-fan. Let me know, lovelies.

[bellaxgiornata]

I absolutely adore fics like this, so yes! He would be so freaked the hell out 🤣

[tellerlittletroll]

⋆˚꩜｡-𝓘magine when he finds out all the fics about him lovely

The poor baby would be so shocked and confused. but because he’s such a slut. And I think he would like it x

[bellaxgiornata]

Genuinely curious because an idea is in my head for something, but I'm not sure about the reception.

How do we feel about Jax x autistic!Reader?

I'd absolutely read that!

Not interested.

Remaining time: 6 days 16 hours

I could see this being added to my October event--Jax finding out the girl he's got a thing for is ND and her being afraid to admit it to him, then seeing how he'd react to her struggles when she does.

[secretlysamcro]

It kind of looks like Baby Boy is taking a shit… That’s all bye lovely x 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

LOOOOOOOL no this made me laugh out loud 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 he does though x or maybe teabagging someone (me preferably) 🤭

[tellerlittletroll]

‧°𓏲ּ𝄢- 𝓗𝓮𝔂 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼 I have so many ideas on the go and I have no clue what I want to write next, so I’m leaving it to you lovely people! ! 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

𝓢𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓼

⋆˚꩜｡ 𝓣roll shit ⋆˚꩜｡

⋆˚꩜｡ 𝓙ackie boy in the real world⋆˚꩜｡

⋆˚꩜｡𝓕em samcro member in disguise⋆˚꩜｡

Remaining time: 14 hours 15 minutes

[secretlysamcro]

ꨄ︎jax teller x reader | age!gap (but all legal ofc - however, y/n is referred to as “kid” a few times) | forbidden love | talk of past domestic violence but nothing too in depth | non-consensual sex enhancement pills taken NOT in a “date rape” kinda way, in a tig being fucking stupid kinda way | effects of said pill have been exaggerated for the purpose of the fic | possible offensive banter/language | explicit & sexual language | you know your triggers better than I do, read at your own discretion | 18+ MDNI

୨ৎ tag list (let me know if you want to be added or removed) : @sweetiekayy @christianzior @tragicallysamcro @mylifeisanoxymoron21 @bellaxgiornata @hunnamandhoney @daryldixonswifesworld @primadonnasdream @desperate-and-broken @mylifeisanoxymoron21 @mayanqueenxx @ibeliveinunicornsandmagic @cinblogs @rideandruin @g0rewyrm @magic-sprinkled-daydreams @stevie75 @jaxtellerpls @deesh-e @venusesworld @king-teller @thiccemochic @etclouie @mermaidlover006 @leighla3 @menofletters-and-mayhem | let’s go crows 🖤

ꨄ︎I think I’ve messed up my updated tag list, so if you’ve asked & you’re not on here, please just remind me again and I’ll make sure you’re added

“I’m telling you man, this shits gonna work” Tig flashes a wicked grin towards juice who’s standing next to him looking down at the tiny pink pills in his hand, his enthusiasm not matching his friend.

“This feels…wrong” juices smile turns lopsided.

“I’ve seen you plug a bullet hole...in a guys ass..with your finger, but this is where you draw the line?” Tig barks a laugh, guiding his friends hand over the oversized pitcher and tipping each tablet in. “It ain’t…wrong. It’s all herbal man, from the earth. One love and all that yada yada yada”

“But that was differ-”

“No buts, Juicey boy” Tig says head shaking, “it’s an aphrodisiac, alright? If one of the girls already has the hots for one of us, she’ll just have em…a little hotter.” He shrugs, so unbothered “it ain’t gonna make her jump on the first cock she sees” Trager gives the punch a lazy stir, the flash of silver peeking through the red liquid. “Just a few more turns and they should dissolve” he mutters, eyes zoning in on the drink as if he’s conducting some kinda science experiment instead of the cheap liquid sat before him.

Juice doesn’t say much at all, just stays hovering over his shoulder, chewing at the loose skin beside his thumbnail, Tig last not even five seconds before he realises “What is your problem?” He whines, not even bothering to make eye contact.

The apprehension is written across his face clear as day, “it just feels…I don’t think we should-”

Tig stops stirring with a heavy sigh, looking over at juice like he has no sense in the world. “Crow eaters love to drink right?” Juice doesn’t even manage to open his mouth to answer, “and crow eaters love to fuck…this is just… speeding up the process”

“Hey sweetie, you okay?” Gemma calls out halfway to her car when she notices me.

“Yeah” I answer, slamming my car door behind me, my voice sounding more tired than I had planned “is my dad here?” I ask, keys jingling softly in my hand as I make my way over to her.

Gemma pushes her dark lensed glasses up the bridge of her nose, squinting towards the clubhouse. “Pretty sure him and Bobby went out to run some errands. Shouldn’t be too long though” she tilts her head “Go on in sweetheart, Lylas in there setting up for the friday night shit show” she turns to leave then throws her head back towards me “That asshole still messin’ with you sweetheart?” Her expression shifts to that of a worried mother, I shake my head no, not wanting to start a whole debate about the situation, having to tell dad was hard enough. “cause if he is, you know where we are” she gives me a reassuring smile that makes me feel just a little better.

“Thanks Gem” I say, and she gives me a small wave before I turn and head towards the clubhouse, my havaianas slapping against the concrete with each step. The row of chrome catches my attention straight away, especially his. Even when he’s not close by, even when I don’t mean to think of him, I always fucking do, a silly little crush I’ve never learnt how to let go.

Jax Teller is my dad’s president and loyal brother, and unfortunately for me, that’s the only connection we’ll ever have, no matter how many far fetched scenarios I create in my mind, that's all he'll ever be, plus I doubt he’d ever look twice at me anyway, not in the way I’d want him too. “A samcro daughter” is how they all know me, and that alone solidifies everything. Not that it matters, my dad would lose his fucking shit if that line was crossed, president or not. It would just be another smiley added to his collection.

“Hey y/n, didn’t know you were stopping by tonight” Lylas smile is the first thing I see as I make my way over to the bar, she looks up from drying a glass, her expression softening a little as soon as she notices me.

I slide onto one of the rusted stools with a sigh, tossing my keys onto the bar, “neither did I” I admit, rubbing at my temples. “Dad said he needed to talk but Gem said he only just left”.

My eyes drift around the clubhouse, a few crow eaters scattered near the pool table, Rat and another prospect talking all hush hush in a corner and everyone else is…“Where is everyone?”

Lyla tilts her head towards the heavy double doors “I think something might be going down” she sighs, placing another clean glass back where it belongs.

“Isn’t it always” I roll my eyes, letting out a tired breath as I lean over the bar.

“Always” she laughs, placing a hand on her hip, “Don’t take this the wrong way y/n but…you look like you need a drink”

“That obvious huh?”

Lyla smiles but it doesn't reach her eyes like her usual smile. “Ope may have told me”

“Course he did” I gesture towards her with an open hand, reminding her of the drink she just offered. “Who knew outlaws were such gossips?”

“You’re Happys little girl, that business is their business” she slides the gin and tonic my way. “When your dad told the club what your ex did…” her voice lowers, leaning on her forearms” “…Jax didn’t hesitate to make it club business”

“Yeah…” I take a sip “…I figured”

“Every single one of them would kill for you y/n especially your dad”

I don’t really hear the rest of what Lyla says. I’m too busy picturing Jax’s face the night Dad had told them about the bruises he’d found, about me finally breaking down and admitting the truth after months of insisting I was fine. I wonder how his expression changed, did he do that beautiful jaw clench he usually does when he’s pissed, did he ask for more details? And part of me wants to know if it became club business because I’m Hap’s daughter, or if it’s because the club president has a soft spot for me. A girl can dream right?

“What’s in the bowl?” I raise my voice over the music, the clubhouse getting louder now that there’s more bodies crammed inside.

“Uh…honestly, I don’t actually know” he laughs under his breath, “Tig just said to keep it topped up for the ladies” I squint, leaning in and taking a closer look. Bright chunks of orange, strawberries and lime bobbing around in the red liquid. Rat leans in beside me, inspecting the ingredients himself, “um, fruit flavour maybe?”

I can’t help but laugh, “yeah, I gathered that much” I still can’t decide if Rat stumbles over his words cause maybe he likes me, or if it’s cause my dad would skin him alive for even looking at me too long.

One of the familiar girls parades over, reaching for the ladle. She fills her cup to the top before throwing back a mouthful without a second thought. “Hey, what’s in the punch?” Rat calls out to her.

She pauses, smacking her lips together dramatically as she tries to figure out the ingredients. “Vodka…or rum maybe…and fruit…and…more vodka” she flashes him a flirtatious grin before bouncing back off to her girls.

“I mean, it sounds good…” I glance around the clubhouse, still no sign of Dad “Will you make me one?” I ask, holding out a red cup towards Rat.

“Uh…” he scratches the back of his neck, eyes darting round for a way out. “…yeah, yeah sure” he takes the cup from me, avoiding eye contact.

“I hope you’re not getting Happy’s daughter intoxicated” Rat freezes, the stream of red still spilling from the ladle. I don’t even have to turn around, I already know who it is. “No…no I was just uh-” His attention then turns to me, “You even old enough to drink yet?”

“I’m not a kid Jax” I scoff in his direction as the prospect hands me the now full cup with a hesitant smile just before giving Jax one of those manly nods and melting back into the crowd.

“Bobby just called your dads like 10 minutes out”

“Thank fuck for that” I take a sip, surprised at how good it actually tastes. “…I can finally get out of this shit hole.” I catch the raise of his eyebrow “…no offence”

“None taken” he chuckles, “Not really a place for a girl like you anyway” As soon as the words leave his mouth, I swear I see the exact moment he wishes he could take them back.

“What’s that spose to mean?” I ask, flirting with the possibility his words have a hidden meaning under the surface. “I grew up here”.

His mouth opens, then closes just as fast. “I know that, I just…I just meant…” he stares at the floor like it’s gonna give him an explanation, “You know what I meant”

“Ummm, not really” I can’t help smiling, hiding it behind my cup, eyebrows raised enough so he knows I’m still waiting on the explanation.

He lets out a muffled laugh, shaking his head “I just meant…” the skin of his cheeks begin to turn the same shade of red as the punch, “…stop it” he warns with a crooked smile on his face. Just as I go to tease him further, he nods towards the doors and I follow his eyesight to see Dad and Bobby strolling in.

“Speak of the devil” I mutter, leaving Jax with a smile, and making my way over to Dad

I wander into the parking lot, I need a breather from the unexpected emotional conversation I just had with my dad, and the effects of drinking a third cup of punch. We ended up talking about everything I’d come here for, and then some. He even managed to convince me to stay a little longer said something along the lines of “you’re always at 100, bring it down a little, kid” I agreed, on one condition though. Told him I’d rather not walk in that clubhouse and find him face down in a crow eater, he laughed, which is something rare if you know my dad. “Wouldn’t do that y/n…not in front of you anyway” Asshole.

Looking up at the star scattered sky, I draw in the deepest breath I’ve been able to take in a long fucking time. The cool night air fills my lungs to its maximum capacity and for a split second, I swear they feel close enough to touch, close enough for me to pluck one out of the sky and wish upon it.

But as I breathe out, something feels…different. I’m suddenly aware of every single inch of my body, the air dances along my skin to the sound of my too loud heartbeat as little goosebumps pave the way for the movement. I hook my thumbs in the waist band of my jeans, adjusting them out of habit, but the way the denim shifts against my skin causes between my thighs to throb…what the fuck.

“You good?” Jax’s voice stops the air from dancing with me.

I turn to find him sauntering over, a cigarette balanced on his beautifully plump bottom lip. The smoke curling around him adds to the fucking masterpiece that he is. I still haven’t answered him, I’m too busy taking in every single detail of his face. The roughness of his beard, how he just looks so dangerous but so gentle at the same fucking time.

He pulls the cigarette from between his lips and holds it out to me, silently offering. I take it without thinking cause all I can think about is how this is probably the closest I’ll ever get to having his mouth on mine. Whole time he’s saying something, and I can see his lips moving but I’m too hooked on the way his lips move around each word, too hooked on wondering how those lips would feel if they were doing anything but talking.

“y/n?” His hand wraps gently around my arm, giving me a little shake. The gesture pulls me straight back to reality, a quiet sound leaves my mouth before I can even stop it.

“Did you just…” he lets go slowly, “did you just…”

“No” I answer, trying to cover up whatever the fuck just happened. My face, just like the rest of my body, feels like a fucking furnace.

“That sounded like a moan” he says, both entertained and concerned.

“No I just…I’m fine I just-” can’t stop imagining what it’d be like to get throat fucked by you. I don’t wait for him to say another word, I practically throw the smoke back in his hand before turning and making my way back into the clubhouse, leaving him with 100 questions, the answers I don’t even have myself.

I have no idea what the fuck that was, but Hap's kid just moaned when I touched her arm. I finish the rest of my smoke, that’s now sticky with her lipgloss and can’t stop myself from draggin’ my tongue over the taste of her. I catch myself as soon as I fuckin’ do it, silently cursin’ my dumb ass before paddin’ my airforces across the lot to the heavy doors. The second I step inside, my eyes find her. She’s in one corner, completely fuckin’ taken over by the music, dancin’ to herself, her hands driftin’ over her own body in a way I’ve never fuckin’ seen before. She’s not new to these parties, even got a little drunk and loose once or twice, but nothin’ like this, this is…somethin’ else.

My eyes immediately search for my sargeant at arms, thank fuck. He’s already passed out, smothered in the tits of one of his favourite crow eaters. My eyes dart back to y/n, still doin’ the same shit. I make my way over slowly, sittin’ on the edge of the table in front of her, tryna break whatever fuckin’ trance she’s in. “y/n…” I keep my voice so only she can hear “you gotta stop darlin’”

She doesn’t answer, she looks at me, like really looks at me, but says fuck all. Then, still without breakin’ eye contact, she slowly trails a finger from her tits, bringin’ it to her mouth and catchin’ her finger tip between her teeth, directly at me.

“What the fuck” I mutter under my breath, immediately pushin’ myself off the table and steppin’ in front of her, blockin’ the view just in case her father decides to come back to life.

“You’re looking at me like you like what you see” she whispers, I actually glance over my shoulder to make sure it’s me she’s talkin’ to. I mean, she’s not wrong but right now, this shit don’t sit right with me. She’s smilin’ and slowly closin’ the distance that’s left between us, her hands ghostin’ over the president patch on my kutte.

“I can tell…” she hums, “…you wanna taste it” my jaw clenches on instinct. Jesus fuckin’ Christ. What is happenin’ right now?

My eyes flick around the clubhouse, tryna make sense of what the fuck I’m actually lookin’ at. Crow eaters wrapped around each other, tongue kissin’, titty lickin’ like half the fuckin’ guys in this room don’t exist. Others are dancin’ by themselves doin’ the same shit that y/n’s just been doin’, everythin’ just seems…off.

Then I see them. Juice and Tig, standin’ in front of our mugshots, empty punch bowl on the table between them, nothin’ left but the ladle and a mixture of discarded fruit at the bottom. Juice looks like he’d rather be anywhere else…but Tig? That smug bastards got a grin from ear to fuckin’ ear which tells me he knows exactly what the fuck is goin’ on.

“Come with me” I say to y/n grabbin’ her by the arm and weavin’ us through the bodies.

“Ooooh boy” she mutters, clawin’ at her neck with her free hand.

I shoot Hap a quick side eye to make sure he’s still facedown and thankfully he is. As we pass, I lock eyes with the two dicks. “You two have some fuckin’ explainin’ to do”

We reach my dorm, and I shut the door gently behind us. “y/n listen to me…” I say, grabbin’ her shoulders and lookin’ her in the eyes. Probably the wrong fuckin’ move right now.

“I really wanna please you Jax” she whines, “please” she reaches for the back of my neck, but I catch her wrists, guidin’ her hands back down to her sides.

“No…no you don’t y/n listen to me…” she keeps pressin’ against me, turnin’ until her ass is flush against my trying-so-fuckin’-hard-not-to-be hard-cock. Fuck. It’s takin’ everythin’ in me not to react, not when she’s like this. “Somethin’s wrong but you gotta stay here and let me figure this shit out, okay?” I move her towards the mattress, easin’ her down onto the bed.

“Sit here, and don’t fuckin’ move” I warn her, hopin’ like fuckin’ hell shes in the same place when I get back. I go to leave the room, grabbin’ the key from the drawer and as I turn to shut the door behind me, I get one last glimpse of her, layin’ on her back, hands slippin’ beneath the waistband of her jeans. I lock the door before I see anythin’ else, and stand there in fuckin’ disbelief, my hands restin’ on the top of my head. It’s almost as if I’m being pranked.

“Talk” I say, stepping behind the two culprits “now”

Juice looks straight at Tig almost as if to beg him to speak up, which he obviously doesn’t. So it lands straight back on Juice, the words come out like vomit, I’ve never seen a man confess so quick. “Tig put pills in the punch” I stare at him in fucking shock, or rage, I don’t know which emotion is strongest.

“Uh… technically you put them in… they fell out of your palm”

“So you’re tellin’ me... you two fuckin’ idiots spiked the punch bowl?” I shake my head, “Tig I knew somethin’ was off with you…but this? you can't fuckin' do shit like that brother!”

“They’re herbal man…” Tig begins to mumble, “…how many times do I gotta explain” he whines in that monotone way of his. “Once they uh…take care of it, it’ll wear off”

Juice jumps in, like he’s tryna outrun the blame. “Tig said Venus uses them, they’re like…female sex enhancers or somethin’ makes chicks wild!”

“Female sex enhancers” I repeat the words, emphasis on the first one, noddin’ my head as I try to unpack this situation.

“Yeah” juice says, soundin’ like he’s tryin’ to convince himself.

Tig goes to speak but I raise a hand to stop him “I don't even know how to ask what I wanna, without soundin' like an asshole” I huff a laugh, “but what I do wanna know, is which one of you is gonna explain to Happy, that his kid daughter is currently in my dorm strung out on herbal sex enhancements beggin’ for attention?”

“Shit” they both say, their expressions switching up quick time.

“Yeah…shit” I echo, throwin’ my hands up in annoyance.

“We didn’t know she was gonna drink it man” juice blurts out, “we wouldn’t have-”

“I can’t find y/n” Happy appears out of nowhere, drunk and slurring “Her cars still out...side”

Silence. Absolute, fuckin’ silence.

“She’s uh..she’s around I saw her” Tig says, draggin’ his words out like he’s makin’ them up as he goes. Cause he is.

“Yeah she’s uh…” I clear my throat, givin’ myself a second to make up somethin’ believable “…she uh drank too much, told her to sleep it off in the dorm, didn’t think you’d want her drivin’ home like that, or any of these fuckers takin’ her” I give a threatenin' look to the bastards standin' beside me.

“Yeah…” for a second he doesn’t look convinced, but then he continues “…she’s had it rough these past weeks. My fault, I convinced her to stay and party…she’s probably just…drinkin’ it all away like her dad” he shrugs, finishing what’s left in his bottle. “Better to let her sleep it off” he begins walkin’ in the opposite direction. “Thanks brother”

“Count yourselves fuckin’ lucky” I just about snarl the words to the two idiots in front of me. “Herbal or not, don’t you ever put any form of fuckin’ pill, powder, or fuckin’ dust in a drink round here again” my eyes flick between the two “fuckin’ assholes”

“You know Jax…” Tig drawls nudgin’ Juice in the elbow and stoppin’ me in my tracks. “I’m startin’ to think maybe you’re enjoyin’ this attention from little miss Lowman”

Not gonna lie, his words land somewhere I didn’t expect em’ to and not cause he’s wrong, cause I mean technically he ain’t even though I’m not thinkin’ shit like that in this current situation but I’d be lyin’ if I said I ain’t never thought em’. y/n’s always been happys kid to me…to everyone in the club. But now she’s grown and at some point the I guess I did start seein’ her differently but Hap trusts me, he’d put his life in my fuckin’ hands whole time I’m thinkin’ bout’ puttin’ them hands all over his daughter. It’s fucking wrong.

Juice, clearly smart enough to value his life, keeps his mouth firmly shut as Tig continues. “I mean I know I ain’t the only one who’s looked twice at-”

My elbow catches him straight under the chin before he can even finish whatever the fuck he was about to say. His teeth crash together, a spray of blood and spit hittin’ the floor as he doubles over clutchin’ at his jaw.

“Please, feel free to tell Happy exactly why you’re pissin’ blood” I say coldly, shovin’ past him and purposely knockin’ into him with a shoulder. “Have some fuckin’ respect” a small scoff makes its way up my throat, the fuckin’ hypocrisy.

My skin feels hotter than satans throne, not that i’d actually know, I’ve never sat on it. The goosebumps that covered my skin earlier have now turned into tiny little prickles beneath my skin. I drag my hands over my arms, desperate to find some kind of relief, but it only makes it worse, like rubbing shards of glass straight into my flesh. What the fuck is happening to me?

Not even ten minutes ago I was completely lost in whatever had come over me, my hands moved by some invisible force to play with myself until the moment swallowed me whole and I came undone all over Jax’s bed, and just like that, the euphoric feeling just…stopped, replaced by whatever the hell this is.

Speaking of Jax, oh my god. Did I really say all of that out loud to him, or is this some kind of sick, very twisted, lucid dream? I really wanna please you. The words echo in my head on repeat, my stomach clenching in a cringe, “fuuuuck” I whisper to the empty dorm. My chest suddenly tightens as if the air refuses to go in any deeper no matter how hard I inhale.

Just as my thoughts begin to get a little too loud, I hear the slight sound of the lock turning, my eyes snapping straight to the door. Jax steps inside, closing it quietly behind him before tossing the key onto the side. There’s a look on his face, something like sympathy maybe? Or maybe disbelief I can’t even work it out right now.

“Hey” the word comes out short and sharp.

“Hi” I manage to make a sound, the panics still there though, and it’s so close to erupting.

“You okay?” He studies me as he walks over slowly, sitting cautiously beside me. The denim of his jeans brushes against mine and my skin automatically prickles with that clawing sensation.

“No…I…” I rub hard at the skin just above the lace of my black cami, trying to ease the tightness. “I…” I try again but the words just won’t come out. I can’t fucking breathe.

Jax understands without me even having to use the words. He moves swiftly from beside me to kneeling between my legs, those ocean eyes pinned on mine. “I need you to listen to me y/n, alright?”

I nod, barely.

He rubs a hand over his beard like he’s tryna work out how the fuck to word this. “Tig and Juice thought it’d be funny to add a little somethin’ to the punch”

A little something? Oh my god, have I been drugged? The question must make its way to my face because he answers straight away. “No” he shakes his head quickly, “Not drug drugs…well…” he chews on the inside of his cheek, like he’s tryna find the best explanation for this. “Nothin’ like that, I mean it’s still fuckin’ stupid but…” he lets out a defeated sigh. “The way you’ve been actin’…the stuff you’ve been sayin’…”

My heartbeat is so fucking loud I can just about hear him over it.

“…it’s because of what they put in the punch. Some herbal shit…an aphrodisiac or whatever the fuck Tig called it” his jaw clenches tight, so beautiful. “They thought it’d make everyone a little more…honest. Though I don’t think you were part of their plan” he lets out deep chuckle that immediately sets off the paranoia I inherited from my fathers side of the family.

“You’re…you’re laughing at me?” The words leave my mouth more like a question than an actual statement.

“No! No…y/n I’m not laughin’ at you” he tries his best to smile softly, reaching for my hand and letting his thumb absently brush back and forth over my skin. “I’m laughin’ at the situation…” he shakes his head dragging his free hand down his beard “…had to be you to put me in this position, huh?”

“What’s that suppose to mean?” The longer he keeps me talking, the easier it is to ignore the panic attack that could still possibly spill.

I follow the movement of his eyes as they drop to where his thumb is still moving over my hand. “All the shit you said tonight…the shit you did…” eyes are back on me now “…stuff like that doesn’t usually come from nowhere darlin’”

“So you think I meant it?” My index finger finds the edge of his ‘NS’ ring and I start tracing the letters, giving my hands something to do as my heart picks up the pace again, I stare down at the silver instead of him.

“I think…” he pauses, like he’s figuring out how to say shit without making this something more than it needs to be…or should be. “…I think the shit you drank tonight made it easier for you to say stuff you probably never intended to say out loud” he moves from below me to take up the space next to me again, the wood creaking under his weight.

“And if I did…mean it?” The remaining alcohol gives me the confidence to ask, but the second I say it I feel so fucking young sat beside him.

His thumb rolls slowly back and forth across his bottom lip like he’s weighing up exactly how far he can go with his answer and the longer he takes, the more I feel physically sick and suddenly don’t want to hear what he has to say, I cut in, taking away his chance to answer. “You you gonna tell my dad?

“Tell your dad?” Whatever composure he had left finally crumbles, his head rocking backwards with a laugh like thunder and it’s obvious now, he is definitely laughing at me. “Am I gonna tell your dad I was about two seconds away from watchin’ you…” I look closely at him as he fights to pull himself together, clearing his throat and sitting a little straighter. “…watchin’ you handlin’ yourself on the edge of my bed?” His lips pull upwards into a tight and disbelieving smile, shaking his head slowly “…you know your dad just as well as I do darlin’. Don’t think that conversation ends particularly well for any of us”

“Fuck my life” I sigh, burying my face in my clammy hands. My skin still feels all kinds of weird but at least I’m no longer on the verge of having a full blown episode. I fidget and shift against the mattress, knowing Jax has noticed I can’t stay still for more than five seconds.

“Haven’t seen you since your old man told me all about the shit that went down” I think he asks to distract me from the now.

I close my eyes at the mention of the topic I tried so hard to hide from everyone, chewing my lip out of awkwardness, “I’m fine” it’s become a habit to lie about it.

“Yeah…that’s what you kept tellin’ your dad right?…” I look towards him just as his eyes drop to the skin on my upper arm, it’s so faint you’d have to really be looking to see it, so it surprises me that he finds one. “…this don’t seem very fine to me” his index finger grazes over one of the last bruises that’s fading away, his touch giving me even more chills, but this time it’s not cause of what was in the punch.

He shakes his head, tipping my chin up with his thumb so I have no choice but to meet his eyes. “Anythin’ ever happens like that again, with anybody…I don’t give a shit if you’re scared, embarrassed or just don’t wanna tell your old man…” he slips straight into his authoritative mode. “You tell me. Do you understand what I’m sayin’?”

“Yup” I pop the p and say it with so much breath I almost cringe, but not enough to stop be from letting my head fall against his shoulder.

His kutte smells just like dads, leather and ash and like home. I feel his hesitation before his arm slowly curls around my shoulder, tucking me into his side. Neither of us say anything for about two minutes, which feels like a fucking life time. At some point, he relaxes enough to let his chin rest against the top of my head, smushing my face against the leather across his chest. I hate how easy I could get used to this.

Eventually he clears his throat, and I can’t help but wonder if maybe he just had similar thoughts to what I did. Probably not though, right? His chin lifts away softly and the warmth of his arm disappears as he pushes himself up off the bed, pulling me with him. I get to my feet but I’m still all slouchy and awkward with embarrassment, Jax just gives a quiet laugh as if he’s trying to make this whole damn thing seem normal.

“Cmon’ Darlin…’” his fingers move to straighten the twisted cami strap against my shoulder, “…coulda been worse…” his mouth tilts at one corner, his eyes making my stomach twist into a tight ball of yarn. “…I coulda stayed and watched” the grin he tries to hide is fucking sinful and for the quickest moment, I almost laugh with him, almost let myself play into the delusion I’ve had forever, so close to forgetting who he actually is, forgetting he’s the same grown up who used to flick me in the back of the head, or in some cases straight on the forehead whenever I got too mouthy with Dad around the clubhouse. “Quit talkin’ to your old man like that” he’d grumble at me around a toothpick tucked between his teeth, not even giving me a second thought cause back then I was just the teenage brat hanging around after school.

“Don’t do that” I had doubt he’d hear me but he pulls back a little, eyebrows showing his confusion, “Don’t…” I suck in nearly all the available air in the room, deciding if I should carry on. Fuck it. “…don’t start something you know we can’t finish”

He nods in silence a few times, like he’s trying to gather all his thoughts before using his words. “You should get some sleep darlin’…” he takes a step back, forcing space between us. “… I’d offer to take you home but I already told your pops you were in here cause you drank too much and I didn’t trust any of those drunken bastards to drive you” his hands rest on his hips like he doesn’t know what to do with them “….so…take a shower, take the bed for the night and if you need to, there’s some spare clothes in the top drawer just there and just…forget about tonight, aight’?” He steps towards the door plastered in samcro memorabilia.

“Thank you” the words come out a mumble.

He stops, looking back at me over his shoulder, “For what?”

“For…” I start scratching at my arm, even though there’s no longer any itching sensations “…not being weird about it”

“About what?” He tilts his head in fake confusion, eyebrows touching in the middle like he genuinely has no idea what I’m talking about. It takes me a second but I realise what he’s doing, pretending tonight never happened to save me the embarrassment. “Get some sleep trouble” he leaves me with a sinful grin and a wink that has no fucking business coming from the man my dad calls brother.

© pictures, gifs & music do not belong to me!! Credit to all original owners. Dividers by @/cafekitsune

A/N: you guys know I love me a lil forbidden trope. I wasn’t planning on doing a part two to this BUT after talking with my babe @ibeliveinunicornsandmagic and scrolling across @mrtynae on tik tok - I couldn’t get the fucking dads best friend trope out of my head and now I NEED to make a part two so I can get to some smutty smut x (shoutout to you btw, if you’re on here PLEASE make yourself known!!! or if anyone follows them tell them secretlysamcro LOVES! - my tik tok is not as inconspicuous as this tumblr lol ) I’m deffo gonna have to write some more about this naughty lil pair hehe, thank you for taking the time to read!!!! Loves u all Xx

xoxo secretlysamcro

THE JAX & Y/N PLAYLIST | JAX TELLER MASTERLIST

[tellerlittletroll]

Where do you get your unique ideas from? They’re very original?

Weed my lovely . Weed ٠࣪⭑.. anyway here’s a scrumptious GIF of my husband

I think that shirt needs ironing. Let me help you 🤭 🤭

[tellerlittletroll]

𝓟𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂

𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 : fem! Cop x jax teller! You pull him over late at night

.ᐟ.ᐟ 𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 .ᐟ.ᐟ : | ˗ˏˋ 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝! ´ˎ˗| fingering+fucking | car sex! | unprotected sexy time! ( don’t do that wrap it before you tap lovelies)

⋆˚꩜｡ 𝖢𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌 ⋆˚꩜｡ : Hey my lovelies! ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 I hope you enjoy this little one-shot. This is my first time writing smut 🙏 so I apologise if it’s shit. All feedback is heavily appreciated! 

𝓨ou’re alone on the night shift, parked quietly under a stretch of highway about twenty minutes outside of Charming. You’ve always hated the night shift—it was cold, depressing, and extremely isolating. The radio was quiet; you’d given up on the generic songs that played over and over again. Your cold hands gripped the wheel tightly, like it was about to disappear.

That’s when you heard the familiar roar of a Harley and the slight crinkle of leather through the dark. A flash of perfect golden hair zoomed past.

You, like everyone in this town, sadly knew the bike—and by extension, you knew the man.

You grudgingly flipped on the lights anyway.

He slowed instantly, pulled over, and killed the engine before swinging his long legs over the bike. By the time you walked out, he was already leaning against the saddle, arms crossed tightly over his chest, flashing that princely Charming smirk.

Fuck, he was so gorgeous.

You approached quietly, one hand gripping your belt like a lifeline, trying to keep some composure and find an inch of professionalism. Your voice came out higher than you would have liked.

“License and registration… please.”

Jax’s blue eyes slowly dragged down your body in a deliberate sweep, a hint of appreciation in them as he took in the badge clipped to your vest and the way your uniform fit. A warm, knowing expression settled across his face.

“Yes, ma’am.”

He dug into his jeans pocket, eyes never leaving your face, and handed the documents over with that stupid smile still plastered on. His bigger, rough fingers brushed against yours—the bastard did it deliberately.

You glanced over the papers even though you already knew who he was. It was hard not to in Charming. Your heart was beating louder than it should. He was a criminal. Bad news. Very bad. But why did he have to be so attractive?

“You were doing fifteen over, Teller,” you said, still trying to hold onto a grain of professionalism.

“I was?” he remarked sarcastically, in a soft, almost amused tone. “Sorry, darlin’. I must’ve been distracted.”

You looked up. He was still watching you with that stupid pretty-boy biker smirk on his stupidly handsome face. He watched you the way he watched things that interested him—intently and patiently, like he’d already decided how this story ended.

“Distracted by what?” you asked, already regretting the words the second they left your lips.

Jax leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a smooth, rough tone that made your stomach and pussy tingle. “A gorgeous little cop with a shy mouth who uses her little badge as a shield. I’ve been wondering for a while, darlin’, what it would take to get that pretty uniform off and that shield down.”

A sudden heat crawled up your body like an infection, and the only cure was Jackson fucking Teller. You looked away first—classic mistake.

Of course he noticed. The Prince of Charming noticed everything in this kingdom.

“You always this quiet when you pull someone over, baby?” he murmured. “Or am I just lucky?”

You cleared your throat, trying to regain control of the situation. It was hard to ignore the bubbly, tingly feeling between your legs. “I’m writing you a warning. Next time, follow the speed limit, Mr. Teller.”

“Very generous of you, baby.” He stepped closer—so close you could smell the strong mix of leather, motor oil, and cigarette smoke on him, and something much darker. “Or maybe—here’s a thought—you don’t want me to leave yet?”

Your shitty radio crackled once. You didn’t reach for it.

Jax’s voice was pure velvet and honey as he spoke. “Back of your car’s private. No cameras out here. No random person for miles.” He paused, then continued. “Are you going to keep pretending you don’t want this, baby? That you don’t want me? Or are you gonna open the fucking door?”

You should have said no. You should have gone back into your little cruiser and driven far away from this man.

Instead, you unlocked the door.

He followed you in, that perfect smirk still on him like a tattoo. He shut the door hard enough that the sound echoed, and then his mouth was on yours—hungry, claiming, and extremely messy. His rough tongue slipped against yours. He’d been thinking about this exact moment for weeks.

The back seat of the car was extremely cramped. The leather of his cut nipped at your skin. None of it mattered.

He pulled back just long enough to properly look at you. His pupils were blown, voice rough and dominant.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”

You shook your head. You wanted this. You wanted this very badly. You reached for his belt.

That was all the permission Jackson Teller needed.

He got your uniform open with practiced speed. Buttons, zippers, layers of fabric—none of it would stop him from claiming his prize. Cold air hit your skin like a wave. His hands were huge and rough and extremely careful… until they weren’t. He cupped your breasts through the thin undershirt, thumbs brushing and pinching your sensitive nipples until your breath stuttered. Then he pushed the useless fabric up so he could get his greedy mouth on you.

You arched at the touch. A soft, beautiful moan escaped your lips before you could stop it.

He noticed. Of course he did.

“There she is… good girl,” he muttered against your skin as he placed a soft kiss there. “I knew that show of an act wouldn’t last long.”

He worked you open with two of his thick fingers while his mouth stayed busy on your skin. He curled them just right until your thighs trembled and your hands gripped his golden strands. The wet, dirty, obscene sound filled the quiet car. You were already dripping for him, hips rocking against his hand, claiming every stroke.

When he finally freed himself, the weight of his cock was heavy in your hand. He was a good two handfuls—thick and already leaking. He watched you intently while you stroked him, breathing controlled, jaw locked tight.

“You want it like this?” he asked, looking you straight in the eyes as you continued your nervous strokes. “Right here, right now, in your own cruiser with the lights still fucking on?”

You nodded nervously. You were too far gone.

He hooked your legs around his waist instantly—it was obvious he wanted this as much as you did. He lined up and pushed in slowly. It was a deep stretch, but it was perfect. He was perfect. The air left your lungs as he pushed every inch in. He bottomed out with a rough, animal-like sound and stayed there for a couple of seconds, sweaty forehead pressed to yours, letting you get used to every inch.

Then he started to move.

Long, deep, sharp, steady thrusts that rocked the entire car. The suspension creaked. Your badge clinked against the floor. One of his strong hands stayed braced against the seat; the other held your hip so tightly it was hard enough to leave marks you’d feel tomorrow under your precious uniform.

“Shit—look at you,” he growled against you. “Shy little cop taking me so well and so deep. Been thinking about bending you over since the first time you pulled me over last year.”

You came first. It was sudden and sharp. You clenched around him, gripping so tight you didn’t want to let go, and let out a broken moan. He followed soon after, burying himself deep and spilling with a low, satisfied growl, hips stuttering through it.

For a long minute there was just silence.

Jax eventually pulled out carefully and slowly, then helped you get yourself back together with surprising gentleness—like he hadn’t just fucked the shit out of you in the back of your own police car.

He leaned in one last time, his hot mouth brushing against your ear.

“Next time you want to pull me over… leave the lights off, darlin’.”

Then he was gone—out the door and back on his bike as if nothing had happened. He shot you one more look from the seat.

That fucking smirk.

You hated that smirk

[secretlysamcro]

… ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ..… ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ..… ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ..… ✿°•∘ɷ∘

⋆˚꩜｡- Ok lovely, hear me out, okay… Jax x fem! prison therapist because we’re all known that baby boy needs a shit ton therapy 😂. Like, he gets forced into court-ordered therapy in Stockton when they all get locked up at the end of season three, and he slowly! Starts to fall for his pretty therapist 🤭

No stop it I need this NEOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the gradual excitement the day of his appointments 👉🏽👈🏽 him thinking about her in his cell, counting down till the next week 💦😮‍💨 the way he’d STROLL into the office like it’s sitting heavy, ugh pls someone anyone. The first TOUCH, the FIRST KISS THE FIRST SECRETIVE FUCK

[tellerlittletroll]

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚- 𝓢ometimes when I’m rewatching Sons of Anarchy, I remember there’s a character with my exact name. I get generally excited for five seconds. But then I remember it’s this bitch.

But it could be worse—I could be called Ima.

[persephone411]

This really has to be one of my favorite pictures of Jax. He is a literal puppy

[tellerlittletroll]

‧°𓏲ּ𝄢- 𝓗𝓮𝔂 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼 I have so many ideas on the go and I have no clue what I want to write next, so I’m leaving it to you lovely people! ! 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

𝓢𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓼

⋆˚꩜｡ 𝓣roll shit ⋆˚꩜｡

⋆˚꩜｡ 𝓙ackie boy in the real world⋆˚꩜｡

⋆˚꩜｡𝓕em samcro member in disguise⋆˚꩜｡

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