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witchthewriter · 7 months

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬' 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warnings: swears, mention of blood and bruising, also creeps

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝐉𝐀𝐗

・Not surprised, but a tad shocked. He was used to this behaviour from his mother.

・But when he laid his eyes on you, all he could feel was pride.

"How'd the other guy look?"

"Way fuckin' worse, sweetheart," you said with a smirk.

"That's my girl."

・His arm wrapped around you as you left the station, Unser already pulling strings to get you out. Plus, the guy wasn't going to press charges.

・While getting on the back of Jax's bike you said, "You know what, it felt pretty good."

"I know it does babe, but please don't make it a regular thing," he replied and lightly slapped you on your thigh.

"I'll do my best..."

𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐄

・"The hell did that come from?" He asked as you walked through the front door, nursing a very swollen black eye. Apparently punching first doesn't mean you've won the fight.

・"Ugh, would you believe me if I said I ran into a pole?"

"You hate running."

"Fuck, you're right."

・Out of all the guys, he's the most surprised. It took him a while to process it, the story, the lump on your forehead.

・But to him, it meant you accepted this life.

・From his first marriage, Opie was used to having a s/o who was against the club, but with you - you took it in your stride.

・Completely intergrating with it.

・He pulled you onto his lap, cupping your face.

"That's a fucking big one," Opie said, tracing the outline of the bruise.

"I know. But I was the only one left standing."

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐒

・Taken aback, mostly upset because you were arrested.

"You're saying my Old Lady, Y/n Telford, was arrested?"

"Yes," Unser said on the other side of the call. He watched you from the door.

Your head was leaning against the cold brick wall. Eyes shut, nose bleeding, but that was the extent of your injuries.

"And may I ask why, she got arrested," Chibs growled.

"She assaulted someone," with Unser's reply, a smile grew on your face.

"She fuckin' what-" then the line went fuzzy and all Unser heard was "I'm coming," before Chibs hung up.

・You weren't worried. Not about being arrested. Because you knew Chibs wouldn't let you stay in here.

・And you were right, because that very afternoon you were released and Chibs grabbed ahold of your face, checking for injuries.

"What were you thinking lass?"

"Oh honey, I wasn't-"

𝐓𝐈𝐆

・Surprised and kinda turned on by it

・It had been pure luck that you weren't arrested. The Sheriffs had been occupied with actual crime ... not a woman punching a creep square in the face.

・However, once Tig came home and saw the swollen, bruised hand of yours, he instantly knew what had happened.

"Look, all I'm gonna say is ... I'm proud of you baby. You put those creeps in their places. But next time, I want a few rounds too."

・You smiled up at him, and went to push yourself up from the couch but grimaced as you used your hand.

"Yeah, it's gonna be a bit tender for a while. Just relax. I'll do whatever you need me to."

・And then he came over and kissed your hand, examining the darkness that was still developing, the splits in the skin.

"Sheesh, you did a good job," Tig mumbled and went to go get your first aid kit.

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘

・The PROUDEST.

・The next day he told everyone in the meeting what happened and all the Sons clapped him on the back.

"Happens to all of us," Jax said with a wink.

・Not only was happy, Happy, he was ecstatic. Because it meant you weren't averse to violence...

・Not that he would readily bring it into the home now, it just meant that you didn't find him or his work disgusting.

・He's always worried about that. That one day, you'll just up and leave because this life isn't for you.

・But you know how he feels, and it was part of the reason why you gave that guy a shiner.

・He would've been only a few years older than you, but he wouldn't stop hitting on you. Not even when you told him you weren't single.

・So you thought, "fuck it, my family is a fucking bikie club," and you went for it.

・Explaining that to Happy made him ... kind of emotional.

𝐉��𝐈𝐂𝐄

・Completely shocked.

・Not in a million years did he think you would be in a fight. Or at least a punch up.

・You were quite fiesty, and that's part of the reason why he loved you

・But he never thought that side of you would become physical.

"Babe, why?" Juice asked over his bowl. He had made dinner that night, wanting to do something.

"The fucker kept on staring at me. Even after I told him to knock it off, twice."

"Oh, he had it coming then."

・A part of him was upset that you had to defend yourself. He always wants to be the one to do that.

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noellawrites · 11 months

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Yandere Herman Kozik Headcanons

requested by: @ourjovialpoetrystudent

warnings: yandere stuff, domestic violence, birth control tampering

- as a former addict, Kozik is no stranger to obsession

- when he meets you, just fixing your car while he’s dropping by the Charming charter, he is immediately fixated on you

- you’re so sweet, so innocent, opposite of all the girls who hang around the clubhouse and fight for the guys’ attention

- things move fast; you end up kissing on your first date and within a few months you’re moving in together

- Kozik begins to get more intense as he tries to get patched in to SAMCRO

- he’s pissed off more and more, each time he gets rejected from the chapter

- he’s coming home and throwing things, yelling, not even at you. he’s just so angry at Tig

- you’re a little scared of his temper but he love-bombs you the day after his temper flares, so you’re never sure which side of him you’re going to get

- if you flirt a little with the other guys, he’s going to have possessive sex with you

- if you flirt with Tig, he’s going to get pissed and slam you into the wall, yelling at you

- he only hits you when he gets really angry, and he apologizes and showers you with love after

- which is a lot more than i can say for the other guys tbh

- after he‘s patched in, you celebrate with tattoos

- Happy does them for you both: you get Kozik’s crow on your hip and Kozik gets your name in sweeping cursive over his heart

- as far as Kozik’s concerned, that seals the deal

- but the guys are asking when the wedding is, and Kozik decides to pick out a ring with the help of Happy and his mom

- you say yes, of course

- once you get married and it’s official, Kozik starts implementing absurd rules, one by one

- no revealing clothes, and everything has to be approved by him

- he only allows crop tops of a certain length sometimes, so you can show off your crow and let everyone know you’re taken

- he’s always tracking your location and he doesn’t like it when you leave the house alone

- he’s always worried about retaliation from another club

- he won’t let you do anything dangerous

- he especially keeps you away from club business

- he knows how it can get and it’s his job to keep you safe

- he encourages you to become friends with the other old ladies, especially Lyla (who is closer to your age) and Tara, because you have more in common with them and they’re also moms of young ones

- he doesn’t want you to have a job and he gradually eases you into becoming a housewife, making meals for him, cleaning the house and taking care of the kids you’ll inevitably have

- Kozik isn’t afraid to mess with your birth control if you’re reluctant to have a baby

- he isn’t getting younger and he really wants to be a father, he could care less what you think

- as his old lady, it’s your job to follow his orders and not argue with him

- he probably won’t kidnap you, he has a lot of charisma and can be sweet when he wants to

- it’s pretty easy for him to use his good bad-boy act and seduce you

- he’s very controlling and protective, just because he loves you so much

- he’ll never allow anyone to hurt you, they’ll have to go through him first

#herman kozik x reader #sons of anarchy x reader #sons of anarchy headcanons #yandere sons of anarchy #yandere herman kozik #kozik soa x reader #yandere sons of anarchy x reader

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maibeewrites · 5 months

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Hi ❀

new writer here! I decided that I will upload my stories here too. You can find me here:

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• Sons of Anarchy

characters:

❀ Chibs Telford ❀

❀ Marcus Alvarez ❀

❀ Happy Lowman ❀

• Harry Potter

characters

❀ Fred and George Weasley ❀

❀ Draco Malfoy ❀

Follow me for updates, and for my first uplod here. (Ps. it will be soa!)

I follow back! 💗

#fanfiction #sons of anarchy #harry potter #sons of anarchy headcanons #draco malfoy headcanons #Fred Weasley headcanons #soa headcanon #chibs telford x reader #chibs telford x you #chibs telford headcanon #Happy lowman headcanon #happy lowman x reader #marcus alvarez headcanon #marcus alvarez x reader #new

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wonderdustwriting · 2 years

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Requests are currently OPEN

★ When you approach Bobby with the idea, he's taken back by the idea at first. It's not that you want to get a tattoo because who is Bobby to judge. It's the level of trust you have in him to design something that would go on your body for the rest of your life. ★ However, Bobby does accept this request. and he gets to work immediately. He wants this to be the best thing he's ever done. He's ready to research and to imagine what would compliment your perfect body. ★ For weeks, Bobby is seen with a little notebook with various pieces of paper hanging out of it. He'll never let anyone look inside of it, not even you. He really wants it to be a surprise and a good one (hopefully) ★ Inside the notebook are pictures of you, various notes of all the things you like, and things Bobby loves about you. These pictures of things he's seen that he thinks might work. However Bobby refuses to put all of his eggs in one basket, just yet. ★ You catch Bobby staring at you more frequently as if he's attempting to create his next art piece. It's never weird as he'll sometimes realise what he's doing and send you a smile or a cheeky grin. ★ Bobby has never spent so much time on Goggle before in his life. Researching already existing tattoo designs, and pictures of aspects he's considering or like. ★ He smiled whenever he catches you attempting to get a glimpse of what he's up to, he tells you that everything will be worth the wait, but you need to be a little more patient. ★ Bobby has various sketches and doddles of what he wants the tattoo to look like and various places where he wants to put it. ★ He will ask some of the son's opinions but only those who will give serious answers only. Like Jax, Juice, and Opie. Certainly not Tig because sometimes no one knows where that man's mind is. ★ Once Bobby has made his mind up, he gets a professional tattoo artist to draw up his design properly. This gives Bobby the first clarification that this is the design he wants you to have. ★ When he presents you with the tattoo, Bobby is super nervous because he's nervous that you are going to hate it, but the second your eyes light up he knows he's made the right call. He's proud of himself to know his ideas made you this happy. ★When you go ahead and get the tattoo. Bobby goes with you. He sits and talks with you while his ideas are being tattooed. Once you see the ink on your skin for the first time, you fall in and look with it even more. Bobby's design becomes one of your favourites, if not your favourite tattoo.

Requests are Open

#Sons of anarchy imagine #Sons of anarchy imagines #Bobby Munson imagine #Bobby Munson imagines #Sons of anarchy oneshot #Sons of anarchy one shot #Bobby Munson one shot #Bobby Munson oneshot #Headcanons #Sons of Anarchy headcanons

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pumpkin-writes · 7 months

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cuddling with jax teller would include...

hello all! i haven't written headcanons ( especially for jax or any of the sons ) in a bit but this request inspired me! hope you enjoy anon :) nsfw below the cut!

SFW

- jax is a surprisingly cuddly guy, especially in the early mornings. he loves to roll over half asleep and wrap you up in his arms.

- you two could not possibly get any closer, you constantly make that observation and he will always reply that he could be inside of you. ( okay, jackson 🙄 )

- he loves to nuzzle his face into your neck while cuddling from behind, he almost always tells you how good you smell.

- when not snuggling up behind you, jax likes when you lay on his chest. he likes to softly pet your hair and never complains when your hands end up tangled in his.

- he will instantly fall asleep if his hair is getting played with after a long day. one minute you guys are cuddled up talking, the next he's snoring, and then insisting he's still awake when you tease him about it.

NSFW

- jax almost always is hard when he's cuddled up with you, especially in the morning.

- more often than not you just giggle at his bulge pressed firmly against you, and drive him wild by backing further into him.

- if he needs somewhere to put his hands while his arms are wrapped around you, jax is the kinda guy to fill his hands with your breasts. every now and again he'll give them a squeeze, sometimes without even realizing it.

- neck. kisses. need i say more? if his head is nuzzled into the crook of your neck you can bet your ass he's littering it with kisses, and they only get sloppier and sloppier until he's leaving you covered in hickies.

- sleepy, from the side, morning sex is a given here. jax loves a morning quickie ( always with your consent, ofc ) and his morning cuddles often turn into him pulling your panties to the side and sinking into you, holding you close against him.

#sons of anarchy headcanon #sons of anarchy #jax teller headcanon #jax teller #sons of anarchy smut #jax teller smut #mine

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imagineredwood · 2 months

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Group HC - The Boys reactions to getting caught stealing your panties 👙

I know. I know. It’s terrible and gross and icky I KNOW 😭😭 but I saw HCs for another shows characters around this idea and I couldn’t get it out of my head and it triggered the memory that this is actually canon for Juice and…yeah. Here we are 🧍🏻‍♀️

He’s not sorry. Or embarrassed. He loves you, loves everything about you. He thinks you’re the best thing since sliced bread. He worships you and the ground beneath your feet. So why wouldn’t he steal your panties? They’re yours, and they rest against his most favorite part of you all day 🤷🏻‍♀️ He won’t apologize, not even when your face heats up and you cover it with both hands. On the contrary, he probably makes a show of taking one out of the secret pile and sniffing it. He’s nasty, and he knows regardless of how you feel about it, you know he does it out of love and devotion. So he’s ok with it. And he’s not gonna stop.

He’s ashamed. He knew he shouldn’t have done it. Felt weird and invasive, but he couldn’t help it. He just loves you so much, and he gets lonely when you’re apart, and it smells like you. What else was he supposed to do? He would never cheat, would never even dream of it. But the stress of the club gets to him, especially the more complicated things get, he just needs comfort and relief, and when he saw them laying there in the hamper, he snagged it without thinking. Then he couldn’t stop, even when he knew he should. Even goes as far as offering to take apart the washer saying that maybe the machine is eating them 👀 He apologizes, cheeks tinted red, eyes downcast and hopes you don’t hold it against him. He’ll ask before he takes them next time, scouts honor.

Like Angel, he’s not embarrassed. He just shrugs, telling you that you’re his girl and your pussy is his, so why can’t he just take them? 🙄 He buys you new pairs every now and then anyway. So he wants to smell you randomly throughout the day, whats the harm in that? He just misses you. And likes to look at the pair and reminisce about times he’s taken them off of you. Is that a crime? He even reaches into his kutte and pulls out the pair that he’s kept on him today to show that it’s no big deal, and they’re the ones from yesterday, you recognize.

He’s bashful, arguably, but not necessarily embarrassed. It’s more about getting caught than it is the actual act. Like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. He’s not sorry for taking them, he’s just sorry that it’s kinda awkward for you to find the stash. He laughs awkwardly, shrugging it off or trying to anyway. Explains that he just rarely gets time to himself, so he is uses them when he’s alone in Templo to get his mind right. That your scent calms him and helps his focus. He didn’t think you’d mind too much, he just also never expected you to find out.

He's not sorry in the slightest and he makes sure you know it too. He bought every pair anyway, what's the issue? He could buy you 30 pairs by lunch 🙄 He wasn't up from about it, no, but he also didn't necessarily hide it. It just wasn't entirely in the open. You're respectful and don't go through his stuff in his office so how would you have known he had an entire drawer of his desk with them all collected in there? You'll get over it, a few new lingerie sets will make sure of that.

The OG of panty stealing and sniffing himself. It’s canon after all. He just can’t help himself. You’re his moon and stars and he just can’t get enough of you. Even when you’re perched in his lap, cockwarming him, face nuzzled in the crook of his neck, it’s not enough. He needs to be in your skin. But he can’t. So stealing your panties is the next best thing. It’s a compulsion he can’t fight. God knows he’s tried. And he tells you as much. Lists all of the things he did first to try and not have to submit to that desire. But in the end it didn’t matter. He just needs to have your most intimate article with him at all times. Keeps He doesn’t want you to think he’s a freak but he also just need you to know how much he absolutely loves, adores, and worships you. He’ll even hand over the pair in his pocket if you ask him to.

He's nonchalant about it. It's just panties. You have a bunch more. Not like you were gonna miss them or something. He just loves you and likes to have something of yours that he can keep nearby when he misses you. One in his pocket, one in the sale bag of his bike tucked away hidden. His stash is dispersed, not because he was necessarily hiding them, but because there's one each place that will serve a purpose.

Also not embarrassed. Hits you with that famous smirk, his shoulders shrugging as you stare at him waiting for an answer. "Just miss you sometimes, Darlin'. Just somethin' to get me by." Like it's perfectly normal. He left you your favorite pairs after all. He only takes the ones you're not the biggest fan of, so you wouldn't notice as quickly. It's not a big deal, he can give them back. Sometimes he just needs to sit in the chapel with them over his face while he strokes himself before Church so he can make sure he has a level head before this important vote.

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kdogreads · 1 year

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Imagine being Chibs’ old lady

As ruthless as he can be, he is an absolutely softie just for you

Kisses your fingers one-by-one; your hands; your thighs; your calves; your stomach

Rubs your feet after a long day without you asking; he just slides your legs over his and works out all the tension

Tells you how pretty you are alllll the time: “My beautiful lass” & “Prettiest girl I’ve ever laid me eyes on” & “How d’ye manage lookin’ better everyday?” & “Sorry for starin’ at ya, love, I just cannae believe how goddamn gorgeous you are”

Would literally drop to his knees and worship you happily if you asked, of course you’d never, but he’d do it without a moment’s thought

Talks about you as if you’re a goddess, an angel walking the earth, and not giving a damn if the guys make fun of him for it (though they never would, they think so, too)

If you find a spider in the house

and you ask him to take it outside instead of killing it, he’ll look at you like this…

… and then take it outside. Same goes for any little task you ask for his help on, even if it’s just because you want to see his biceps flex when he lifts something heavy, or his belly peak out from his shirt when he reaches for something high. He pretends to be annoyed by your constant asking, but he loves taking care of you so damn much. He’d do anything you asked with a smile on his face.

Him calling you when the club needs your help

Medical, serving beers, hosting other charters, whatever they need. He’d call you and say:

“Hey baby”

“Hiya, love. Need yer help at the clubhouse. Tigger got bit by a damn doped-up Doberman or some shite. Hell if I know”

“Jesus Christ. Alright, keep him stable. I’ll be there as soon as I can, love”

“Wha’ would we do without ya, my angel?”

“Crash and burn, probably”

“Damn right. Love you, M'annsachd (my blessing)”

“Love you back, my Scotsman”

The club counts on your for so much, and you’re happy to help. That means you get to spend more time with your man and see him in his element. The other guys love you, too, and respect the hell out of you, knowing Chibs wouldn’t think think before chopping their dick off if they ever made a move on you. They tell you how much they appreciate you every chance they get.

THE ENDLESS PET NAMES

Lassie, sweetheart, hen, angel, darling, love; bonnie lass, baby, girlie, lover, sugar

Bonus: Scots Gaelic pet names

M'annsachd (my blessing), mo ghràdh (my love), mo chridhe (my heart), mo leannan (my darling/sweetheart)

After the explosion, you’re by his side every minute

When he comes to here and there during the first few hours, the only thing he mumbles is your name, like he’s desperately searching for your face in an unfamiliar crowd. You squeeze his hands and tell him you’re there, even if he slips back under just after, he knows you’re there. Even when the recovery is hard on him, you’re there to support him in every way you can. The club knows you won’t leave his side and helps fill in the gaps you usually occupy without a second thought. He credits you with his recovery, even though he did it all: “Yer my savior, mo chridhe. Cannae imagine my life wi’out you here, takin’ care o’ me, bringin’ me back ta life. You’ve given me everything. I owe you everything, my angel.”

He is the absolute sweetest with kids, your own or other members’

After Donna, Opie went off the rails and no one else had the means and patience to take care of Ellie and Kenny, so you two took them in.

He would try his best to explain to them where their mom is and that they’ll never be alone.

“Tha’s right, yer ma is heaven, in God’s golden castle, dancin’ ‘n’ singin’ wi’ the angels. You can weep, mo leannan, s’alright. Jus’ means you’ve plenty o’ love left ta give. You’ve a home wi’ us, yer da, yer granddaddy always, loves, ya understand?”

When Abel and Thomas come along, you’re always first to volunteer to watch them. You love seeing your man with the small children, always eager to play silly little games or offer a strong, warm embrace when they take a tumble on the playground.

If you have your own kids together, god, the way he loves them so fiercely but so gently just melts you. He loves to wake up with them in the night, just so he can spend a moment with them in his arms, those big brown eyes staring up at him. You’d give him 10 babies just to see that sparkle in his eye when he holds your child.

The PDA

He’s never shy to show the world how much he loves you.

Kisses on your temple as he passes by, smack on your ass while you stand at the bar, an arm snaking around your waist as you talk to some crow eaters, whistling at you as you walk towards him in the clubhouse (and you put on a little show for him, of course). He’s always finding new ways to show you how much he loves you and your body.

You become a mother figure for the girls

Crow eaters are all there with the hopes of becoming an old lady some day, and they could look at your marriage with Chibs with jealousy, but instead, they admire you. They see the way you have the freedom to do whatever you please and be exactly who you are, while still having a man who worships you just as much as you worship him, and they want that.

You tell them:

“I just got lucky, baby. I couldn’t stop loving him if I tried. You’ll find yours, too, don’t you worry.”

When it comes to the crow eaters, you’ve always known that what happens on the road stays on the road, but Chibs doesn’t even take a second look at any of the girls. He’s loyal to you in every way, even when you’ve told him it’s okay to satisfy his needs with a blowjob here or a handy there. He’d never touch anyone else that way, not without you involved, anyway. 😏

T H E S E X

This man knows how to give you everything you need and more. So much more.

You’ve been together long enough that jealousy or feelings of not being good enough have long gone out the window. You both just want to make each other feel mind-blowing, brain-fogging pleasure. Whether that is with just your two bodies, toys, bringing in thirds (or fourths, fifths…), experimenting with new kinks and locations, Chibs is willing to try anything once as long as you are into it. He’s given you pleasure like you’ve never known and you send him just as high above the earth when it’s your turn to return the favor.

You’re his comfort and his peace

After a long day with the MC, sometimes he just needs you in his arms to remember who he is and why he does it all. He tells you everything you need to know, and you’re smart enough to fill in the gaps. You know he’s done some things that he thinks are irredeemable, but you’re there to remind him he’s a good man. That’s why you love him so much.

Check out My Dove for a sweet, smutty night when he needs some comfort from you (minors please DNI).

Overall, Chibby is just the best partner you could have ever ended up with and he spends every minute of his life reminding you just how loved you are

#chibs telford #chibs telford x reader #soa imagine #kdogreads #chibs imagine #chibs smut #chibs x reader #soa fanfiction #sons of anarchy imagine #chibs sons of anarchy #soa chibs #sons of anarchy headcanon #sons of anarchy

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ravennaortiz · 17 days

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Your Boyfriend is a Bitch headcanon SOA version

Summary: How the guys would react if they overheard some guy hitting on you and telling that your boyfriend is a bitch. Inspiration came from the song below.

Tag List: @keyweegirlie @hatersaremymotivators @meera10 @youngadult9016 @littlefrogbrain

Our sweet Juice is amused at first that goofy grin plastered on his face as he sips his beer. He figures it was obvious that you are with him since the guy literally stepped in between you two as you guys were sitting and talking at the clubhouses bar. Guy must just be to caught up in how beautiful his Old Lady is. Then he hears the guy tell you that your boyfriend is a bitch and he could take him. "Alright buddy" laughs Juice that goofy grin slipping into a tight smile as he grabs his shoulder. Slipping off the stool he steers the guy out the door. "Be back in a bit babe" he calls over his shoulder to you.

"Surprise surprise he couldn't take me. Guess you are stuck with me" states Juice smugly as he rejoins you giving you a kiss on the forehead.

Chibs has grown used to the "youngins" hitting on you and such. He used to be quick to swing but your calming nature had him using patience and words a little more often now than his fist. This time though he puts the young man through one of the tables. It's hard to say whose more shocked between the three of you. "Think you can do her better Laddie?" Chibs chuckles darkly as he shakes his head at the trembling man under him. "Why don't you join me and my Ole Lady here in the bedroom. One of us can learn some pointers".

Happy turned away from the pool table when he heard the new prospects response to your decline of a date. Your wide eyed expression, tight smile and nervous chuckle when his eyes met yours told him he had in fact heard the idiot correctly. It was nothing to the prospects expression as he turned to see who you were looking at. Happy simply rolled his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other for a moment before speaking. "I'm her bitch boyfriend.

Jax is swinging fists before the guy knows what is happening. He demands the guy to answer him between every hard blow. "Think I'm still a bitch?" Are you blind? Couldn't see her crow? The ring?" "Did you miss my arm around her waist?". Jax only relents when Chibs and Opie pull him off the guy. Without another word he pulls you to the dorm hallway to relieve some more of his anger in a more enjoyable way.

Half-Sack is quick to be in the guys face. Newly patched he feels he has a lot to prove still. He makes it clear he doesn't need a gun to win a fight. Which does not last long and leaves the guy hitting on you knocked out and being dragged out of the clubhouse by Happy.

At first Tig thinks you and Kozik are playing a joke on him when you two tell him what happened inside while you were getting a drink. The two of you loved to rile him up and play jokes on him. He also can't wrap his mind around who in their right mind would tell his gorgeous, pregnant wife that she could do better and they could do her better. Especially not after you two had been together for ten years. The tears that start to well up though have him up on his feet and inside, dragging the man out by his kutte. Once he gets your nod of confirmation he pulls him toward the ring.

Opie while usually level headed and one to think things through before reacting. Can't help but to punch the guy in his face before he can even get his sentence out. While he agrees with the guy that you can in fact do better than an outlaw biker, no one else gets to say it.

Kozik would have let it slide. Being called a bitch and stuff did not bother him. What bothered him was how uncomfortable you got and how the guy would not back off. The quiet whisper of his government name from your lips had him grabbing the offending guy into a chokehold and yanking him out of the clubhouse to teach him a lesson on respect.

Rat had his teeth gritted as he served drinks from behind the bar. Still being a prospect he was limited on what he could do to a patched member, let alone the VP of another visiting charter. "You have my permission to handle that" stated Jax as he came around the bar, having heard what was happening. Rat nodded his head in appreciation before yanking the guy over the bar top. There were perks to dating the sister of the mother charters President.

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persephone411 · 6 months

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Jax Teller gives the nastiest,sloppiest,most passionate head ever, he lives for eating pussy and you can’t change my mind

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twistnet · 1 year

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taking a bullet for abel

if you were being honest with yourself, you would have taken a bullet for anyone in the mc -- they were your family and the amount of things they had done for you and vice versa, it was only the right thing to do

so when you do end up taking a bullet for jax’s son, abel, pretty much all hell breaks loose. depending on where you’ve been hit obviously renders a different response. although, those around you are still rightfully panicked as you’re loaded into a car with many hands already pressing against the wound and letting you rest against their shoulder

as you’re getting stitched up, the waiting room fills with the rest of the mc, with jax anxiously pacing until word is given that you are cleared for guest visits. he’s the first one down the hallway, practically bursting into the room before wrapping you up in a hug

he’s mindful of your wound, muttering how thankful he is for you, with a small warning that you shouldn’t ever do something that stupid ever again. he really can’t lose you, and to for that to happen would absolutely devastate him.

he kisses you on the forehead, before waving for the rest of the club into the room to greet you. all poking at you lightly before either patting you on the shoulder or hugging you gently.

leaving abel the last to see you, to which he quickly climbs up into the hospital bed beside you. wrapping himself up next to you tightly, and muttering how he was scared to lose you too. father like son, the two stay with you until you’re given the all clear to go home. both thankful you’ve made it through another day and you can come home with them

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐉𝐚𝐱 & 𝐙𝐨

𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑒𝑡

for @yourwinchesterbros.

The cemetery was a place that many people visited, but only a few times in their life. Not for Jax Teller though; that was where he went to talk to his father. That was where he went to think, to clear his head. Unload his troubles.

And unlike the general population, Zoe O’Connor was at the cemetery ... a lot. She saw a lot of emotion at her job; tears, breakdowns, grief, and loss, and somehow she managed not to take that home with her.

Working at a funeral home was mostly doing what needed to be done and blocking out the rest. Trying not to humanise what was long gone. It took a special type of person to take on this responsibility, and Zoe did it with ease.

So, when a blonde-haired biker stayed longer than usual in the graveyard, it was hard not to grasp onto his story.

Peering out the window, Zo looked at the kneeling man, his kutte an obvious indicator of who and where he belonged. The Sons of Anarchy. Known in Charming and the surrounding areas for their brutality, but also their aid for the local schools. Multidimensional, you thought and shrugged your shoulders. You’d learnt that nothing in this world was black and white. Good and bad. Usually the two mixed, and one would always be the victor.

You dropped the curtain you were peering out of and gave the biker some privacy. Half an hour went by and although you got a lot done, this man had somehow gotten ahold of you. So you walked over to that same window and peered out. But he was nowhere to be found.

Mentally shrugging your shoulders, you were heading back to work when you heard a ding!

You damned that bell your boss put on the desk. ‘Ring for assistance,’ it said, and you wanted to throw that bell in the incinerator.

“Hi, how can I help you?” You said before peering upwards.

The Son from outside had one hand resting on the desk. And when you looked up at his face, you saw it. The ghost of grief long buried.

“I just wanted to say thanks, ya know. For keeping the graves clean and making sure they’re treated with respect.”

You didn’t expect such sincerity from him. You didn’t know him but had jumped to many conclusions in that small time you’d seen him through the window.

“No problem, everyone deserves respect. Especially those that have passed.” You gave him a warm smile but made sure not to overdo it.

A few seconds passed, which felt like a million minutes as Jax looked you over. Maybe he was staring at your tattoos, which showed memories and memorials to loved ones, stories and inside jokes. And some, well some of the tattoos were there because you just liked the look of them.

True as that may be, Jax was really trying to figure you out. With your long warm brown hair and stoic demeanour. He knew you came from the same stuff his mother had.

“I might be overstepping, but ... you look a little young to be working at a cemetery.” You saw the biker’s stance change; he was either letting a wall come down, or putting another one up.

“I know right, dermatologists hate me,” you said with a wink. But you finished that statement by telling him your real job. Picking up bodies, transporting them here.

“Damn. That’s pretty dark,” Jax remarked, taking out his gloves and slipping them on.

“Must be, if it’s coming from you.”

He knew exactly what you meant. “Well, I’ll see you around,” Jax said, giving you a sincere smile before heading out the door.

Little did you know, that was the first of many encounters with Jax Teller, the future leader of the Sons of Anarchy.

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my-bulletz · 2 months

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✶ JAX TELLER in love with a guy.

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pairing: jax teller + male reader.

warnings: vague internalized homophobia, canon typical violence, vague canon typical homophobia, vague weed talk.

jax didn't think he'd be the type of guy to — like other guys. it’s not like girls didn’t cut it for him before, that was all well and dandy, but he lately found himself staring at the way the leather from your cut shaped around your shoulders a little too long, or how the veins in your arms would pop when you drew your gun. fuck.

and at first, everything was pretty easy to ignore, even if he stared too much and went out of his way to keep his distance — he could pretend it was nothing, jax had a knack for keeping his hands busy on useless flings, and now they proved a better escape. it was a particularly vivid dream and a few stoned deliriums when he hung around the weed shop with juice that told him this wasn’t going away anytime now.

he then thought of everything that was potentially wrong about it, when he didn't have his hands on a trigger, his bike's handle, or someone else, he was overthinking. starting with the fact that no one had to know; and if they did, the club would have to make an exception for him, to any and all rules he would be breaking along the way. jax didn't keep tabs on every archaic rule of the original motor clubs, but he figured having an old man as an old man would be a pretty big hole to patch over

chibs was the first to know. jax couldn't bring himself to tell opie about it, he didn't know how to feel about it himself, he didn't want to see opie not knowing too. and chibs noticed everything, down to how jax's jaw would tense at any and all comment that he would have found funny before, how he'd leave the bar too quick, and not hang around the crow-eaters as much as he used to, almost as if he, out of all people, couldn't keep his hands fixed to known, soft curves. not when he closed his eyes and all he saw were sharp edges and rough knuckles.

the talk they’d secretely had about it had been awkward and, oddly comfortingly, filled with curses. their backs to the wall and a cig between their fingers. it went something like: “so, the new patch.” “... yeah.” and after a moment of silence and a tightly stiff hug, chibs breathed out, “yer’ an idiot, jackie boy.”

when it blew up for the both of you, it happened in between dirt and beer, blinded by street lights. it had been a stupid brawl; a show to put on during a party of the mc, that grew too personal — especially when his breath hitched when you took off your shirt to go up against him in the makeshift rink. and maybe, he didn't know how to deal with being irrevocably smitten with someone so eager to punch his teeth out.

frustration and confusion about his feelings quickly soured into panting anger and balled up fists. he also remembers flashes of flushes and heat waves striking his skin where pavement sanded his back, it felt kind to be punched as long as it was you.

not that he'd ever admit that.

even when he found you later in the bathroom, bleeding by his doing and running water over your knuckles, your wraps dropping off the sink, he came to you like a storm, frowning and seething, kissing the blood off your lips, hard enough he might've broke something else, he pulled away just as so, daring you, everything a challenge with him.

that too faded away; into yearning and sickeningly sticky grudges that tasted too much like honey, you two didn' talk about the pushing towards greedy encounters in grimy bathrooms, not for a long while. his bike to yours even when he missed having you in his hands, he knew if it was known and went south, both of you'd get shunned and blacked out, and even if the club looked past it, the other charters just wouldn't have it. so bathrooms it was.

he'd call you his boyfriend not only in the dark and smell a whiff of gunpowder and call that home, if he could.

he wants to, just not now. and it hurts, and the knife twists, because they don't teach you what to do when everyone looks out for their old ladies, but you have to watch bullets grazing the man you love everyday, having to shoot too.

only when you strapped a bulletproof vest alongside your chest, cocked your gun and prepped yourself for a meeting made to go awry, only then he felt the very palpable fear of losing someone he didn't have the chance to claim as his.

everyone's family locked tight and safe in the clubhouse. and before anyone took off on their bikes, jax kissed you briefly, yet it felt like a shot in on itself, his hands on each side of your face, holding you like water. “see you later.” his voice a lot like an order, even when his thumb ran alongside your jaw, not even trying to be soft, he didn't know how with you. before you had a chance to react and do something other than lick your lips, jax was already hopping on his bike before anyone else could, racing off, with all of the member's eyes on him, and you.

well, that would be a conversation to be had when they all came back.

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ULTRAVIOLENT || Chibs Telford x Y/N

part I. i'm you jazz singer

summary: a twist from a scene from s6/ep1.

Y/N snitches, and gets punished for it

warnings : description of violence, domestic(ish) violence, beating

tags: angst, hurt/comfort

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Y/N was actually just finishing up on a Sportster. She pulled down her gloves, put down the tools, and wanted to head out, when the Sergeant at Arms stepped into the garage.

"Chibby?" Y/N called out to him with a smile. She usually gave everyone awkward nicknames.

Chibs slowly walked up to her, and had an expression which started to make Y/N feel uncomfortable.

"Is everything cool?" she asked.

Chibs walked slowly past her, then leaned on the counter.

"I need a minute with ya." He said with strict voice. Y/N's smile started to fade.

"Yeah, sure." Y/N still didn't know what to expect. Her and Chibs were on very good terms. Almost too good. At least what concerned Y/N' feelings. She also suspected that the Scot has a soft spot for her too.

But right now, Chibs was anything but soft.

Y/N froze when she saw the man taking off his jacket.

"You know, Jax might have gave you a pass, but I can't forget about that, so easily." Y/N's heart was pounding in her chest. She could feel the panic creeping up on her.

She had no choice. Roosevelt was pushing on her hard for intel. She didn't say anything though, what would seriously put her brothers or club at danger.

But she also knew that it didn't matter. She was a rat, and Chibs knew it.

The man started to take off his rings, and lined them up almost ritualistically on the counter.

Y/N wanted to cry. She knew what was going to happen. But she couldn't cry and she couldn't run away. Or to better put it, she wouldn't.

"I've never put my hands on a woman. Not once." He said slowly. "This does not give me joy or satisfaction. On the contrary." He put his last ring down. "But I have to do this now, Y/N." Chibs started to come closer. Slowly, menacingly.

"I know."

She stood her ground. With her back straight, chin up, she looked her friend in the eyes.

"I love you." she said.

"I know."

And with that came the first blow. The man didn't hold back. Y/N fell onto the floor. Her palms were scratched by the rough wood. Her head was spinning but she knew she had to get up. This time she could get up on her own. She tries to keep her balance and looked Chibs in the eye, waiting for the next hit.

Chibs felt rage, disgust, sadness and love at the same time. He didn't want to cause her serious damage but he knew he had to do this. She got away far too easily. If one of their brothers knew about her ratting, Chibs wasn't sure if she would get away with only a beating.

In her e/c eyes he could see sorrow, pain and determination. She wasn't broken. Yet.

He hit the other side of her face next. Y/N felt her lip slicing open and she almost bit her tongue. She fell on the floor again. A little bit of blood dripped down on the wood.

The pain was bad, the dizziness worse, and the fact that Chibs did this to her, the worst. But the worst of the worst was that she knew, she deserved this. She was well aware what this lifestyle meant. What being in a club meant.

This time she couldn't get up on her own. She tried tough, but she fell back on the floor. Chibs grabbed her and roughly pulled her up. Her heart was crying, but she wasn't. At this point she couldn't stop her body from trembling. She held onto Chibs' cut, looked him straight in the eye again, and awaited the next hit.

Chibs still didn't show mercy. Y/N let out a cry of pain. She was grabbing Chibs cut but could not fully hold on. She fell onto her knees in front of her friend.

It was almost too much for Chibs. But he felt this rush of rage which told him, this is not the end yet. He dragged her back onto her feet, but she could barely stand up. Her face was bleeding and red. She still didn't cry, but the defiance in her eyes faded almost completely.

Chibs hit her again, and she let out a scream. She felt something snap in her mouth.

He didn't let her fall this time, he grabbed her arm and waist, and kept her upright. She would bruise where he grabbed her, but at that point, it did not have importance.

Tears started to fall from her eyes. She couldn't look him in the eye anymore. Quiet but guttural screams and grunts could be heard. She couldn't take it anymore.

Chibs saw that she was almost gone. He wanted to steady her, but it was impossible. He dragged her next to the counter balanced her against it. Then he hit her one last time, as hard as he could.

Her cries were suddenly stopped when she finally lost conciousness.

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They were silent. The man held Y/N's head firmly with one hand. Firmly, but gently, as gently as he could. With the other he was holding a piece of wet towel, and was wiping down Y/N's face. She was calmed down, only occasionally a tear left her eyes. Her face looked horrible. It was swollen, with red bruises which would turn blue afterwards. Chibs put stiches on the eyebrows where it was split.

Y/N felt that one of her back teeth was moving. She had to have that checked out. The blood was filling her mouth, and she let it drip from her mouth to the floor.

"What is it?" Chibs asked her, concerned that it was internal bleeding.

"A tooth." She spoke quietly.

"Let me see." The man said and she opened her mouth compliantly. He put his index finger carefully in her mouth and inspected the damage. He could feel it slightly moving.

"You will have to see a dentist about that." He said.

"I know."

When he finished cleaning her up, he started to slide his fingers through her hair with one hand, and reached out to touch her face with the other. Y/N flinched and almost jumped in her seat.

"Hey, it's okay." The man whispered, and caressed her face and lips. This was the first time since the beating when Y/N looked at Chibs. They sat in silence but they knew exactly what the other one wanted to say.

She closed her eyes and he leaned in to kiss her forehead.

Seeing her this way was hard on him. He never hurt a woman before, and he didn't thought he will, especially not Y/N. He stood up and pulled her up alongside him, then embraced her. He hugged her tightly and lovingly. That is when Y/N started crying. It wasn't even crying, it was sobbing. All the built up fear, sadness and pain crushed down on her. She couldn't stop shaking, her tears made Chibs' cut wet.

He didn't say anything, just took her into his arms, and sat down. He rocked her like a baby back and forth, sometimes kissing her cheek, forehead and caressing her gently. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity to them, she calmed down, and fell asleep in Chibs' arms.

PART TWO:

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razrbladekiss · 1 year

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NSFW ALPHABET | Jax Teller

Author’s Note: obviously, as the title suggests, this is an NSFW alphabet. so it is very explicit. and, i mean this in the nicest way possible, but if you are under 18 years of age, don’t interact with this piece.

Pairing: Jax x Fem!Reader

A = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Oh, Jax is absolutely no stranger to taking care of his ladies after fucking the shit out of them. In my mind, he’d be the unassuming gentleman type when it comes to cleaning up and making sure you’re alright after spearing you on his cock.

But, in reality, I feel like it’d go a little more like..

You have sex

He throws a towel on your ass, or a shirt

And just as he’s about to lay next to you, quietly inciting another round, he gets a call on his burner and immediately throws on his kutte, getting back into business.

Sorry, gals.

B = body part (their favorite part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his eyes, his ass, his arms, all ‘cus you do. His dick (and obvious fucking sex appeal) is what makes him such a hit with the ladies, but Jax definitely likes the fact he can charm a bitch with the most obvious twinkle in those cute little hues. Jerk.

C = cum (anything to do with cum, basically……)

Anywhere and everywhere, he loves it.

D = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

LOVES it when he’s getting his dick sucked by you and you make cute little moans, or just any seductive sound while your lips are wrapped around him. It’s so hot, really.

He also finds it insanely hot when, after he cums, you trail a finger (or two) through the load wherever he spills it, and lick it clean off of your own skin. Like, it’s to die for.

E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Pfft. He knows what he’s doing. He even knows where the clit is.

Maybe.

F = favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, he’s basic. He likes it when you’re fucking at the end of the bed, though, and there’s a mirror. So he can see himself.

G = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

Definitely serious. Jax is hardly humorous as it is.

H = hair (how well groomed are they?)

OHHHH VERY WELL. His pubes are just as perfect as the hair on his head, I’m sorry.

I = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect……)

Jax is so insanely romantic during sex it makes me want to kill myself. He’s so sensual, so close to you and soft, so gentle and fucking warm. He’s perfect, basically.

J = jack off (masturbation hc)

Loooook, like Tigger, he goes off on long runs! He’s bound to have become acquainted with his right hand over time. And, I mean, I’d totally rather him having a little wank than fucking another woman whilst away.

K = kink (one or more of their kinks)

He definitely has a breeding kink. Also definitely (like I am 10000000% sure about this one) has a daddy kink, and not just an occasional “oh, daddy” during sex, I’m telling you this man LOVES it when he’s referred to like that at any fucking time. This ain’t up for debate.

L = location (favorite places to have sex)

Literally anywhere he can get his hands on you, he does not care.

M = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you’re a little bit of a bitch, Jax likes that. He also finds it H O T if his lady is good with his sons, his family, and the fucking club. Like, that shit is his life. Jax adores the fact you take the time to appreciate and respect them, so he wants to (constantly) take the time to appreciate you.

N = NO (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Jax would never let you peg him, sorry girly pops!

O = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He definitely prefers receiving. To be honest, he strikes me as quite selfish in the bedroom, but he’d give head if he felt like it. He’s pretty good, too, but not as into it as he would be getting his dick sucked.

But, fuck ME! He would be so hot eating pussy, right? Imagine: those eyes looking up at you, just coaxing you to cum all over his tongue? Holy. Shit.

Anyway…

P = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

This one is wholly dependent on either of your moods, the time and place of which you’re fucking. By default, I’d like to think Jax takes his time pleasuring his girl.

Q = quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

Yeah, he likes quickies. Especially before church.

R = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

Risky? Jax? Hell yeah. In the bedroom, however, this man likes to stick to what he knows will have you unravelling beneath him, writhing like a motherfucker.

S = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last….)

Jax can go all night.

T = toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Jax Teller’s only toy is his cock, be real!

U = unfair (how much they like to tease)

I’m gonna be so honest with you guys, Jax is probably a fucking tease in the bedroom (verbally, at least), but I feel like he’d so much rather getting down to business. Like fucking you silly is the only thing on that pretty little mind, and any charade or heckling of you will set him way back in his sex schedule.

V = volume (how loud they are, what noises they to make)

Pretty quiet, I’d say. He’s much more focused on making you scream his fucking name.

W = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Ohh this one’s cute… But, to me, I think Jax secretly loves just holding you in those rare moments after sex that you guys don’t need to rush to get dressed again, or he doesn’t have to shoot out of the door on a call. It’s so intimate and perfect, and it reminds him that he really truly loves you, and that spending every little moment he can get with you alone is honestly his favourite thing.

X = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Are we gonna be honest here? It’s huge! It’s so pretty and pink.

Y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

VERY FUCKING HIGH HE IS LIKE A BITCH IN HEAT.

Z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sleep? Jax has never slept ever in his life.

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pumpkin-writes · 5 months

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being chibs telford's younger old lady would include...

( gif does not belong to me. these were requested by my lavender anon, i hope you all enjoy 🩷 i had a lot of fun writing these, i almost want to write more 🤭 )

- your age is not an issue for chibs. as long as you are well over the legal age to be with him, and mature, it's actually something he overlooks often.

- don't get me wrong, he does enjoy the banter the guys give him about having a "hot young thing" like you around, but he tries not to make it a big deal.

- chibs ends up teaching you a lot about life in general, but you take to being an old lady really nicely. he teaches you how to play pool and you eventually hold your liquor better after countless nights of staying up trying to out drink your old man. spoiler alert; you never do.

- gemma and tara love you, although they had their doubts at first. once you prove your loyalty and that you can handle your own shit, you earn their respect.

- while chibs admires your ability to take care of yourself, he really does love to take care of you himself. he does this in so many ways, most notably being financially but it's not all about the money and little gifts for you.

- he also shows his affection and appreciation for you by running you hot baths, reading to you on nights in together and by his constant praise of you.

- literally he talks about you all the time. to the point where the guys have to walk away from him or he'll talk their ears off all night about you. he's a passionate guy, okay?

- again, chibs won't complain that he has such a beautiful girl on his arm, but man does he pick on you. he can't wrap his head around it most days, why would you want some old man like him anyway? you always tell him to shut up

- i feel like pda might not be something chibs is used to, but with you, he can't help but give you a kiss with every goodbye, or keep his arms wrapped around you at a club party. he loves when you sit on his lap, the man just can't stop smiling.

#sons of anarchy headcanon #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy #chibs x reader #soa chibs #chibs telford #chibs sons of anarchy #🪻anon #mine

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What are some HC’s you can see for Yandere! Jax?

Kept this one a little...mild 👀

Absolutely makes a copy of your house key

He doesn't use it that you know of until it's a matter of safety

Maybe if you feel unsafe one day

A string of break ins happening around the neighborhood

And you happen to mention to him late one night over text that you can't sleep because you're scared

He says he'll come over and spend the night and you don't bother to get up and unlock the door until you hear him pulling up

But before you can get to it, he's already unlocking the door and opening it

Gives that smile with a hint of sheepishness to it

"Made a copy a while back just in case."

He also is the type to me that sabotages or interfere with any other men that may be trying to get close to you

Becomes scary and intimidating to drive them off

Definitely pretends to be an ex of yours just to make them extra sure to stay away

Rationalizes all of his behaviors under the guise of safety

"I gotta keep checking up on you, Darlin'. Make sure you're still ok and safe."

"Yeah I keep track of where you go on different days of the week. A man's gotta know where his loved ones are."

"These security cameras are for your safety. That way I can always check in on you and make sure you're ok."

He "accidentally" bumps into you while grocery shopping and slides his card into the machine before you can argue

Then keeps the receipt as an easy way to memorize your favorite drinks and foods

Then always has them when he asks you to come over to hang out with him and Abel

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#sons of anarchy #jax teller #headcannons #headcanons #yandere!jax #jax teller x reader

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