and his confused face

Text Message From A Stranger

Chibs typed on the phone, eyes squinting somewhat. He typed, “It’s done,” A simple text and hopped on his bike. He was about to start it when the familiar buzz and chime of his phone went off. He reached in his pocket, reading the ‘Who is this?’ with a confused face.

‘Jax,’ He typed, face contorted into an odd expression.

'Um no..?’ Chibs was officially confused and he pondered on whether or not to send another text.

Something urged him to reply, 'Ah I’m sorry. I’m Chibs.’ Why he told this stranger his name, he had no clue. He stared down at the screen for a moment before again shoving the phone in his pocket. He again felt the buzz, and reminded himself he had things to do as he hopped on his bike, it roared to life and he pulled away quickly.


You watched your phone in morbid curiosity as you texted the person, Chibs, back. “Hmm..” You mused, eyes tired. It was ,after all, three in the morning. Why someone was texting you, and why in the hell you texted back, was beyond you. You typed, 'I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you Chibs.’

You attentively watched your phone for the next few hours, something in you was worried about this mysterious person. When the person finally texted back, you honestly found yourself relieved that they were still alive.

'Hello Y/N.’ It was simple and some part of you wanted to lecture them on worrying you like that.

'Welcome back Chibs,’ you typed, though you wanted to say more.

'Thank you. It’s been a long day.’

It’d been a few weeks since Chibs had first messaged Y/N. You consumed his every moment that wasn’t given to the club. He really wanted to meet you, but now wasn’t the time. Everything with Zobelle and The League would put you in danger and he wouldn’t do that. He would not risk your life for his sake. No one knew about you anyone. He texted you, 'Hey Love.’

'Chibs!!“ You were unusually happy to receive a text from him today. You quickly replied again. 'You know Chibs, I still don’t know what you do!”

He stared at his phone and thought. He didn’t know whether or not to tell you the truth. 'I’m a mechanic. I’m also in a MC.’ He waited for reply.

'Wait! You ride a motorcycle AND you’re in a motorcycle club. Hot ;)’ He laughed softly, shaking his head. You certainly did have a way of cheering him up, whether he wanted to or not. He didn’t know what he had been worried about now.

He received a picture of you grinning widely, arms up, on a rollercoaster.

'Oh Yea! You were at a theme park today. Did you have fun love?’

'Yea, though I felt like I was being watched all day.’

'Why didn’t you tell me about that while you were there?’ He typed urgently, a worried expression plastered on his face.

'Well Chibs, its not unusual for me to feel like that. I’m an anxious person as you know and what were you gonna do? Come here and look at every person to see if they were watching me?’

He frowned, 'If you wanted me too..’

'Oh Chibs. You worry wart. I’m fine. I’m already home too.’ He sighed and ran a hand through his ragged hair and leaned back into The Clubhouse couch. You were right, he knew that, but he still was heavy with worry.

'You should be heading to bed. Early day tomorrow right?’

'True. Good night Chibs.’ He set his phone down convincing himself that tomorrow he’d set juice to looking into you so he could make sure you’d be safe.


So a HUGE thank you to @anarchyrenegade for this idea and helping me finish this. This will be a series!! I’ll be posting Part Two to this and and the next part to “A Blessing Or A Lesson" tomorrow.

I’m Ready - Dylan Smut

Request:  i can’t really think of a specific request but since there’s a first time with Cole, let’s make it a pair and have a first time with Dylan 😬

Warnings: Mild language, smut

Notes: I’m so sorry that this took so long to write! As I’ve mentioned, first time smuts always take the longest for me to write. 

Tag List: @xbobaaa @superoriginalteenwolf @jbrhs-princess 


“I’m ready”, I suddenly say, breaking the silence between Dylan and I. We were watching ‘Friends With Benefits’, and I felt all tingly and very turned on. Dylan turned his face to look at me, a confused expression was plastered on his face. 

“Ready?”, he questions, furrowing his eyebrows. A sudden realisation clicks; “Wait you’re ready, ready?”. I nod and bit my lip nervously. 

“Are you sure?”

“Very”, I smile shly. Dylan leaned in and kissed me passionately. A simple kiss turned into a heated makeout session when his tongue licked my bottom lip - asking for entrance, which I gladly accepted. His tongue explored my mouth and we fought for dominance. Dylan’s hands bunching the fabric of my shirt and he tugged at it slightly. He pulled away and kissed all over my neck, attempting to find my weak spot. I moaned quietly when he found it and I could almost feel Dylan smirk against my skin before he started to suck on it, nibbling it occasionally - surely to be turning purple any second. 

“Dylan”, I whined. 

“Patience, baby”, he chuckled, moving away from my neck to straddle me. He took off his shirt, revealing his toned abs.

“Like what you see”, Dylan teased as he noticed me checking him out. Not that I have’t seen him shirtless before, but today, he looks extra hot. I blush slightly, before leaning up to take my shirt off. Dylan lets in a sharp breath as he saw my bra, which was red with black lace. 

“Was this planned?”

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I thought today was the day”, I nervously laughed back. 

“It’s gorgeous”, he whispers under his breath. His warm hands run up and down my sides, causing me to laugh - as I was super ticklish. Dylan laughed for a few seconds before his hands made their way behind me and unclasping the hook of my bra. His fingers lightly pulling the straps down my arms, then tossed it behind him. I suddenly felt insecure as I’ve never been topless in front of anyone before and I crossed my arms over my chest, looking away from Dylan and blushing furiously. 

“Y/n, you’re beautiful, okay? I love you so much, I don’t want you to feel the need to hide your beautiful body away from me”. I took in a breath and unfolded my arms. Dylan smiled softly and kissed me on the lips. 

“I love you”, he whispers, his lips so close to mine, I could feel them move against my lips as he spoke.

“I love you too”, and with that, Dylan shrugged out of his jeans, and my breath quickened as nerves started to kick in. Dylan noticed and ran his fingers up and down my arms - It was a comfort strategy he uses on me to calm down. Fortunately, I started to feel more comfortable around him - but the nerves still lingered in the air.

“Can I?”, Dylan asks, motioning to my leggings. I nod and he slowly pulls them down, along with my panties. His fingers tease my inner thighs - running them up and down gently before pressing a finger against my clit.

“Fuck, you’re soaking”, Dylan moans. I bit my lip and allow Dylan to continue pleasuring me. His moan turned me on even more, and he could sense it as he slowly circled his finger on my clit, eyeing me to see how I would react. I tilt my head further into the pillows and whine quietly; wanting more. He smiles and sped his fingers up, causing a gasp to slip out of my lip.

“You like that, baby?”, he asks.

“Oh yes”, I moan out as he entered a finger into my core and his thumb continuing to work at my clit.  “Fuck, Dylan”. I felt myself clenching as he finger sped up,  my breathing became faster and my moans becoming louder as I felt my orgasm approaching. Dylan removed his hand away from me, and a confused expression shot across my face.

“Why did you move away?”, I ask, getting worried and concerned. 

“Just wait, babygirl”, he says as he pulls down his boxers and reaches into the draw to grab a condom. He slips it on and asks for consent again. I nod and felt his tip, pressing against my entrance.

“Ow, Dylan. Fuck”, I gasp as he pushes himself in. 

“I can stop if you want?”

“N-no it’s okay. I’ll get used to it. I promise”, I reassure him. He nods and kisses my forehead as he continued to push himself in. Once he was fully in, he stayed there and patiently waited for me to adjust to his size.  

“You can m-move”, I say as I finally got used to his size, the burning sensation still lingering, but I knew it’ll go away soon. Dylan obeyed very slowly and gently rocked his hips and grunted out sporadically. After a few thrusts of his hips, pleasure overweighed pain and I started moaning. Dylan leaned up from the crook of my neck, where he was resting his head, and kissed my passionately. We both moaned into each other’s mouths, but continued kissing. He breaks away from the kiss and began to suck my neck, making little hickey’s on it. 

“Fuck, I’m so close”, Dylan moans. 

“M-me too, baby”, A jagged moan slipped out of my mouth, again feeling myself clench around Dylan, causing him to moan out loudly and shoot out his load. He continued to thrust into me gently but at a good pace, until I felt my high coming.

“Cum for me, baby”, Dylan whispered, kissing my neck and a whimper escaped my lips along with a screech of his name as I came and he rode out my high. After I calmed down from my high, he pulled out and disposed the condom, going into the ensuite bathroom for a minute or two. I heard water running and he came out, and walked over to me. 

“Come here”, he smiles and pulls me into a hug. When he break apart, he grabs my hand, pulling me up from the bed and we go into the bathroom. Dylan pulls me into the shower. 

“I thought it would be a good way to end off a perfect night”, he whispers into the crook of my neck as he stood behind me, with his arms wrapped around my waist.

mortal bodies, timeless souls chapter update

Simon paused and saved the game, stretching his stiff muscles before reaching for his phone to message Clary back, but his face twisted in confusion when he saw ’@jacefightwood followed you!’ Who the fu- the football player? why would the quarterback follow him?

Maybe by some chance he wants to talk to you, and maybe he just finds you an entertaining mess. He clicked follow with dread in his stomach and tossed his phone on the table. Enough of that, he had an old man to run away from.

read chapter 2 on ao3


Remake of this gifset because bless the new gif size limit.

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Another thing that gives me heartburn when I think about it:

-Sherlock’s eyes going softly closed and all the tension draining out of his shoulders, leaning down into it, when John kisses him for the first time.


You were sat in front of the TV with your parents and there was a loud crash coming from your room.

“What was that?“your dad said getting up to go and check.

“That was Stiles, and my queue to leave"you smiled as you rushed up the stairs to see your boyfriend.

"Tell him to use the door next time, he does have his own key"your mom called after you.

Your dad looked at your mom with confusion plastered on his face.

"Stiles has a key? I don’t even have my own key"your dad said.

Remember Me

Summary: You knew Sam when you were eighteen years old, and now you run into him again.

Word Count: 2300ish

Warning: Smut, angst

A/N: Not gonna lie. Taylor Swift’s Wildest Dreams came on in my car and this is what happened. Oops. Hope you enjoy!

“Sam? Sam Winchester?”

The man turns around, lips breaking into a nervous smile as his eyes focus on you instead of the boxes lining the shelves of the cereal aisle. “Y/N? What are you…I mean, hi.”

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Braids and Confessions

Summary: You finally convince Sam to let you braid his hair.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: mentions hair kink, interrupted make out session

A/N: duude, that gif gets my every time this has been sitting in my drafts for agess. Enjoy some Sammy lovin’, guys! xx


“Can I braid your hair?”

Sam looked over at you from across the table, a mixture of amusement and confusion on his face at your question.



He raised his eyebrow at you, the puppy eyes you were giving him gradually breaking the wall. “What’s it worth?” He queried, taking his attention off of the book in front of him and onto you instead.

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