Running Scared

A/N: Drabble request with Juice for @dontblinkangelsinside. 34. He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie. and 87. Run! You said you’d work out with me! I hope you like it lovey!

“Run! You said you’d work out with me!” Juice called out over his shoulder, seeing you fall behind.
He slowed down, waiting for you at a telephone pole. You caught up quickly, but your face was flushed and he chuckled.
It was true, you had said you would work out with Juice. He loved going running, and while you weren’t unfit, cardio wasn’t your strong point. Plus, as you liked to remind Juice, you had only been running for a week.
“We have been running for miles.” You panted out.
“It’s been twelve blocks!” Juice cackled.
“You know that we can get a better cardio workout at home, right?”
“Oh, I know, and how do you think I stay so good at it?”
“Well, that, and running.” He winked and you rolled your eyes.
“Alright, let’s head back home. Race ya!” Juice took off.
You groaned, but smiled. It wasn’t all bad. Being slower than Juice meant you got a great view, and that ass was a great distraction from your burning calves and thighs.
Juice was a fair way ahead, you having set a slower pace for the way home. He rounded the corner and you were running alone. Or so you thought.
“Hey there.”
You jumped and looked over to your left. A guy had come out of one of the side streets. 
“Running alone today?”
You hesitated to answer. There were a few people you’d seen running before, this guy included. He was vaguely familiar, having seen him a few times while you and Juice had been running. Had he been watching you?
“Nope. Boyfriend is ahead.”
You began to pick up the pace, not caring how bad the pain would be tomorrow. This guy was making you feel uncomfortable and you wish you hadn’t given Juice the okay to run a quicker pace.
“’Boyfriend’, huh? Lucky man.”
Glancing out the corner of your eye, you saw him looking you up and down.
You ran faster, really hoping Juice had decided to slow down. Rounding the corner, you could see Juice up ahead. You considered calling out to him, but didn’t know how this guy would react.
Pushing yourself harder and harder, you got ahead a little way. The guy caught up again.
“You know, if you’re looking for a harder work out, I could show you some things.” His voice was dripping with sleaze. 
“JUICE!” You yelled, and you saw him stop dead and whip around, before racing full speed back towards you.
You slowed as he got close but Juice ran straight by you and slammed the guy up against the high fence that ran along the pathway.
“You harassing my girl?” Juice asked, the creeper guy’s eye bulging as the barrel of Juice’s gun pushed into his stomach, his forearm pressed against his throat.
“Nah, man, I was just chatting, fellow runner and all.” He was sweating, but it didn’t have anything to do with running.
“You don’t follow ladies around like that, especially my lady. I ever see you again, it won’t be the gun to your ribs, it’ll be a bullet to your head. Got it?”
The guy nodded, and Juice let him go. He sped off, rivalling Usain Bolt.
“You alright?” Juice turned to you, pulling you close.
“He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.”
“I shouldn’t have left you, I’m sorry babe.”
“No, it’s fine, honest. Couldn’t have known it would happen.” You tilted your head up towards him. “I told you that running was dangerous. From now on, all cardio is to be done at home.” You joked.
Juice laughed, tucking your hair behind your ear.
Pulling back, you looked Juice up and down, all of a sudden grinning and laughing.
“I’m sorry, but I have to ask. Where did you pull that out from?” You pointed to his gun that was still in his hand.
Juice lifted his baggy shirt, not only exposing defined abs, but a stomach holster. He slid the gun back in.
“I’m always packin’.”
“Don’t I know it.” You winked at Juice, glancing briefly to his running shorts and back up.
“Wanna finish this cardio back at home?”
“Race ya!” You said, taking off, hearing Juice laughing and running behind you.
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~ @velvetxtrager Here’s your Kozik request!! Enjoy!~

Reader’s POV

When my job relocated me to Charming, I wasn’t that excited. Small towns weren’t usually my thing. They weren’t usually interesting but Charming. Charming was definitely interesting and unique. It was only my first week and I could already tell.

I pulled my 2003 Cobra into the TM parking lot and parked on the side. I got out of my car. My high heeled boot hit the concrete and I pushed my hair back from my face. I looked up at the open garage and blonde caught my eye. I stopped in my tracks and watched him for a minute. Damn that was a fine man. I smirked and continued on my way to the office.

Kozik’s POV

I wiped the sweat off my forehead and closed the hood of the car I was working on. I look up and dropped the rag on the ground as the most beautiful women I have ever seen came into view. You were walking to the office and wearing tight ripped jeans, a blue crop top, and black high heeled boots. You were fucking stunning and I nearly forgot how to breath.

You disappeared into the office and I finally blinked. Tig came up behind me and bumped his shoulder into mine. I tore my eyes away from the spot you disappeared from and looked at him. He gave me a look and nodded to the spot where you left.

“You in love, pretty boy?” He asked with a smirk.

“I might be.” I said. He chuckled and shook his head.

“She is so out of your league brother.” He told me.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” I glared at him.

“Welcome!” He smirked and walked off. You and Gemma walked out of the office, still talking until Gemma looked over and spotted me.

“Hey Kozik! Come here a second.” Gemma waved me over. I walked over to them and you smiled at me. I had to mentally remind myself to breathe.

“What’s up, Gem?” I said while tearing my eyes away from you.

“Y/N needs a part fixed on her car. Could you give her a ride back to her place?” Gemma was looking at me with amusement in her eyes. Fuck yes I could!

“Yeah.” I nodded my head and looked at you. “Give me a minute to wash some of the oil off?” I showed you my grease covered hands.

“Sure.” You smiled and nodded.

“You can wait on the couch in the clubhouse for me if you want.” I suggested.

“Okay, that sounds good.” You said. I nodded and showed you to the main part of the clubhouse. “Is Kozik really your name?”

“It’s my last name.” I told you with a smile.

“So what’s your first?” you asked.

“Well… it’s Herman…” I blushed slightly and cleared my throat as you giggled softly. “But you can call me Kozik or Koz.”

“Okay, Koz.” You said. I smiled as you said my nickname.

“I’ll be right back.” I told you.

“I’ll be right here.” You told me with a smirk. You sat down and I ran back to the bathroom. I washed off my hands, face, and neck as fast as I could. As I was coming back down the hall, I heard your laughter. I frowned slightly and thought about who could be making you laugh. I turned the corner and glared slightly at Tig who was sitting right next to you on the couch and making you laugh. I cleared my throat and you looked over at me.

“Hey! Tig here invited me to your guy’s party later tonight!” You said with a smile. I smiled back, not able to help myself.

“Oh he did? Are you going to come?” I asked nervously.

“I was thinking about it. Will you pick me up later?” You asked me.

“Yeah, sure. I can do that.” I told her.

“You sure you don’t want me to pick ya up Doll?” Tig asked you with a smirk on his stupid face and I glared at him.

“Nah that’s okay. Kozik’s got me.” You winked at me and I swallowed hard. I nodded dumbly and you giggled. You got up from the couch and walked over to me. “Ready?”

“Yeah.” I said and you walked ahead of me. I turned and stuck my tongue out at Tig who flipped me off. I smirked and ran up behind you. I lead you to my bike and handed you a helmet. We put the helmets on and I jumped on my bike. You got on behind me. I was highly aware of your arms that were wrapped around me and your body pressed up against mine. I bit my lip. “Where you live, sweetheart?”

You told me the address and I pulled out of the parking lot and headed to that part of town. You lived close to Jax’s house but there was no way in hell I was telling anyone that. I wasn’t going to let Jax or Tara pick you up later tonight instead of me. I pulled into your driveway and you hopped off and handed the helmet back to me. I took mine off and smiled at you.

“I’ll pick you up at about 8, is that okay?” I asked.

“Perfect.” You smiled and kissed my cheek before heading inside. I stayed in your driveway for five minutes just in shock at the fact that you kissed me before a goofy grin came over my face and I went back to the clubhouse.

Reader’s POV

I threw every piece of clothing I owned on the bed and sighed frustrated. Nothing I looked at really caught my eye. I needed an outfit that screamed Fuck me! But like in a dignified way. I decided to take a shower and then pick out the outfit. I took a quick shower and blow dried my hair. I went back into my bedroom and started looking threw my clothes again.

I took two shirts in my hand and something fell to the floor. I put the shirts down and picked it up. I had completely forgotten that I had this dress. It was a tight blue halter top dress. There wasn’t a whole lot of back to it. Actually the only thing on my backside that was covered was my actual ass. Which looked amazing in the dress. There was two tiny straps that came down in an X on my back.

I twirled around in front of the mirror, loving the way I looked. I smiled and decided to braid my hair and put some light makeup on. I had just finished when a knock sounded on my front door. I slipped on my heels and walked downstairs to the front door. I opened it and my eyes nearly fell out of my head. Kozik was all clean and instead of the overalls, he was wearing a tank top with his kutte over it. Fucking god, he was getting lucky tonight.

Kozik’s POV

If I thought I couldn’t breathe the first time I saw you, I think I was hyperventilating now. Holy fuck, I wanted you badly. My hands itched to touch you. My eyes scanned up and down you body. I made my way back to your face and found you smirking at me.

“See something you like Kozik?” You made my name sound dirty and my pants tightened slightly.

“Maybe, you see something you like?” It was my turn to smirk as I caught you glancing down at my chest and arms.

“I’ll let you know later.” You winked and shut the door behind her.

“You going to be able to ride my bike?” I asked. You smirked and leaned against my bike. You slowly lifted her dress to the point that if you lifted it up less than half an inch higher I would of seen everything underneath. I just about came right then and there.

“I hope you don’t mind…” You smirked. I didn’t trust my voice and shook my head. “Good.” You stepped away from my bike and I passed you a helmet. I got on my bike and had to think of unpleasant things as you climbed on behind me. I nearly groaned as I felt your perfect body pressed up against me. I drove to the clubhouse and the party was just starting inside. You climbed off and pulled your dress down. You looked around the parking lot.

“What?” I asked as I got off my bike.

“Are you guys working on my car?” You asked me. I smiled.

“I’m working on your car, sweetheart.” I came up beside you. “Want to check on it?”

“Yes please!” You nodded excitedly. I chuckled and took your hand. I lead you to the garage and opened the side door. You walked in and I closed the door behind us. You walked over to your car and lightly ran your fingers on the hood. I leaned against the hood behind you and you smiled at me. “Thank you.”

“It’s my job, sweetheart.” I shrugged. You slowly walked back to me and lightly touched my hand.

“So it was your job to come and pick me back up?” You asked as you looked at me.

“No, that I wanted to do.” I told her. Your hand lightly ran up my arm and I grabbed your waist with my other hand. I pulled you close to me and you let out a shaky breath. Your hand moved past my shoulder and lightly touched my cheek. It moved to my hair and you let out a slight giggle. I leaned into your hand and kissed your palm.  You smiled and I bit it lightly with a chuckle.

“Kozik.” You said. I looked at you and you kissed me hard. I groaned and kissed back. I turned us so your ass was pressed against the car. You moaned and gripped my hair tightly. I pushed you down on the hood and kissed your neck. My hands slid up your legs and pushed your dress up.

“Fuck no panties?” I smirked and nipped your neck. You moaned and pulled lightly on my hair.

“Good surprise?” You asked.

“Best surprise, sweetheart.” I slowly started stroking your pussy and kissed down your dress. I got down on my knees in front of you and the car. I groaned at the sight of it and placed light kisses on it. You moaned and gripped my hair again which made me smile. I sucked hard on your clit and grabbed your ass to pull you closer to me. Your moans and gasps echoed in the empty garage. I slid my tongue in you and groaned at your taste.

I switched back and forth from eating your pussy and sucking your clit. My cock got harder at every noise you made and I was ready to explode when you gripped my hair so tightly I thought you were going to rip it out and came hard into my mouth. I growled and licked up as much as I could.

“Fuck sweetheart.” I looked up at you as you panted and laid back against the hood. You let go of my hair and I stood up. I leaned down and kissed you hard. I ground my covered cock into your sensitive pussy. “Stand up now.” I stood back and let you stand up.

“I need you, please Kozik.” You said and I smirked.

“Turn around, sweetheart.” I told you. You turned around and I placed your hands on the hood and bent you over it. I lift your dress up more and groaned at the view of your ass. I grabbed it and squeezed.

“Mmmm you like that, Kozik?” You practically purred my name and I groaned. I ran my hands over your beautiful back came back down to your ass. I smacked both cheeks at once and you moaned loudly. I couldn’t take it anymore and undid my pants. I pulled them down.

“You sure sweetheart?” I asked, hoping the answer was yes.

“Yes! God please fuck me Kozik!” You begged. That was all I needed to slide into you. We both moaned and I grabbed your hips. I moved slowly into you and stopped once I was fully inside. I ran my hands up your back again, loving the dress more and more. I lightly took your braid in my hand and started moving slowly in and out of you. I lightly pulled on the braid as I picked up the pace a little bit. You let out a loud moan as I pulled. I smirked and pulled harder making you moan louder.

“You like that, sweetheart?” I pulled harder.

“Fuck! Yes!” You moaned louder. I moved faster and harder into you. The car started squeaking under us. I pulled your braid harder and pulled your head back. Your back arched and I moved faster and harder. I used my free hand to smack your ass hard. You screamed out and the hand that was in your hair went to wrap it around your throat. I squeezed lightly and you came hard around my cock. I came hard after you and I stayed in you for a minute and then pulled out. You lifted off your car and smiled. “We came on my car.” You giggled.

“I’ll clean it up.” I laughed and pulled you close to me.

“You aren’t getting paid for this.” You smirked.

“Oh no sweetheart that was free of charge.”  I kissed you softly.

~ Thanks for the help! @dolphingoddess81 and @juiceboxxortiz~

Chibs Telford - Gypsy Magic |4|

I walked in through the back door with bags all along my arms as I carried them inside. I hated making more than one trip if I could get them all in one go. As I walked into the kitchen Gemma and some crows looked at me with wide eyes.

“Well, had I known you were this strong I’d had you here instead to help move the grill.”

Gemma said in her sarcastic tone. I raised a brow as I placed the dozen bags I had onto the counter.

“Does it still need moved?”

I asked looking at her. She just chuckled and shook her head.

“No, we got it.”

She told me as she went and looked into the bags I guess to make sure I had gotten everything that was needed. Looking through them as she pulled everything out one by one she seemed happy with my selection of foods and other things that had been on her list.

“Alright, you’re not as useless as others.”

She told me. I raised a brow and decided to take it as a compliment.

“Thanks. I try.”

I told her causing her to look at me from the corner of her eye. When she didn’t pick up any sarcasm or look upon my face she just nodded.

“Right, go help Cidney chop greens.”

She told me. I blinked for a moment figuring out that Gemma wanted me to help cook dinner. I turned away and walked over to the counter where the crow Cidney was located.

I had come to learn that she short, large breasted, skinny blonde was one of Chibs’s regular crows. I could understand why though she was beautiful and wasn’t nearly as bitchy as some of the others here.

“Hey, I’m suppose to help.”

I told her causing her to move to the side and allowing me room to work.

About fourty minutes later and dinner was done. As I helped carry in plates to the table I noticed some of the guys were watching me, probably suprised to see me here helping. As I finished and went back into the kitchen I seen Gemma shooing some of the ladies put the back door.

Glancing back at the guys who were all enjoying themselves in the dinning room I decided that it was time for me to leave as well. I went and slipped out the back door while nobody was watching.

Or at least I had believed.

I made it halfway down the driveway when I heard someone call out.


I stopped confused and turned around with a brow raised.

Seeing Chibs standing there in the driveway I looked at him oddly, was he talking to me? He nodded his head telling me to come back inside.

“I thought I was done?”

I asked turning back around and walking toward him confused. He shook his head looking at me.

“Ye gotta eat with us.”

He told me which completely suprised me.


I asked knowing that family dinner was for family.

“Aye, come on. Come eat wit us.”

He told me as he placed his hand on my lower back and guided me back inside, much to my confusion.

Tig Trager - My Princess |6 of 6|

Knight × Princess

AU: Taken from the idea that Sons of Anarchy is loosely based on Hamlet.

Tig Trager had always done his best in protecting you, the princess. There was no doubt in his mind that after the fact that your uncle, King Claudius died, you were his top priority.

Your cousin Jackson wasn’t fit to lead and soon met his downfall.

Which meant one thing.

You were to rise to the throne.

Which meant you had to marry.

And you did.

You married a Scotsman by the name of Telford. The two men, Tig and Chibs, as Telford had been given the nickname from his days spent in war, had actually been friends before any of this happened.

As Tig watched you from the court as you took your seat on the throne he came to realize something. The whole reason behind why he had always done his job so well as to protect you. The reason why when Jackson rose to the throne and he fell so easily.

It wasn’t because Tig didn’t care for the new King, but it was because he was protecting you.

And it was then he realized why he was so good at his job in protecting you as he looked at you from among the hundreds of people that flooded the castle to congratulate your marrage.

It was all because, in the end of everything, Alexander Tig Trager realized that he was in love with you.



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

Originally posted by karladahmer


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

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz


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

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz


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

Originally posted by codenamekaraortiz


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

Originally posted by lolsthecatgifs


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

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz


Pairing: Reader X Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy)

Prompt: You and some of the other Sons get arrested for trespassing and while being held at Charming P.D., Sheriff Roosevelt decides to interrogate you and Jax. During the interrogation Roosevelt uses you in hopes that he could get an assault charge out of Jax which would cause him to be locked up for even longer. 

Warnings: Swearing, mention of possible rape/sexual act

A/N: Sorry this is kinda short and kinda sucks!

“Listen man, me and my club are here on trespassing charges, I’m not talkin’ to you about anything but those charges.” Jax spoke calmly, his eyes tracking Sheriff Roosevelt as he walked around the interrogation room slowly.

“Which are bullshit.” you muttered from where you sat across the cold metal table from Jax.

You, Tig, Chibs, and Jax had been working surveillance on a certain cigar shop when the cops showed up spewing some shit about how the parking lot you were in was private property. A quick argument later and all four of you were in handcuffs on your way to the police department. It wasn’t like this was the first time something like this had gone down. Hell, it seemed like almost everyday cops were popping up out of no where just to make your lives a living hell. A task that they were beginning to succeed in doing. 

You glanced up at Jax just in time to see him mouth the word ‘behave’ to you. He had a warning look on his face, like the one parents give their children when they begin to countdown from 5.  

“You got yourself a feisty one Teller. I always thought the club was men only. Or is she just one of those, what do you call them?” he asked, stepping towards you and placing his hands on top of your chair. His figure leaned over yours so his face was now no more than a foot away from yours. “Croweaters right?” he smirked, his warm breath hitting your neck and causing a chill to trail down your spine.

Originally posted by hunnamsource

“Back off man.” Jax spoke, aggression filling his voice. You watched as Roosevelt’s head snapped to look at Jax whose jaw was clenched down tight. The two of them stared each other down for several moments before Roosevelt stood back up and began to walk around the room once more, his pace not changing from what it had been before the little encounter. 

“So I take it Ms. (Y/N) is more than just a croweater.” he spoke calmly, his hands folding together behind him as he walked. He kept his eyes glued to Jax as he circled.

“It doesn’t matter what she is, just back off.” Jax responded harshly, his nostrils flaring. Roosevelt stopped dead in his tracks, a large smile curling onto his face.

“Well this is just fascinating.” he chuckled. “Big bad Jax Teller finally got himself an old lady.” he paused, his eyes finally breaking from Jax’s and instead looking at you. You shivered the moment you saw him give you a once over, his eyes lingering over your entire body. “And a pretty one at that.”

“She ain’t my old lady and I would really recommend you shut your mouth.” Jax snapped. He noticed the unwanted once over as well and could feel his blood slowly begin to boil at the thought of Roosevelt undressing you with his eyes.

“Oh really? So if she isn’t your old lady you wouldn’t mind if I asked a guard to escort you from the interrogation room for a few minutes? Give me and Ms. (Y/N) some alone time.” Roosevelt smirked, stepping closer to you. 

That was all he had to say.

Jax stood up rapidly from his seat, the chair toppling over underneath his sudden movement. Before he could move to get his hands on Roosevelt you pushed yourself in front of Jax, your hands coming up to his chest.

“Jax, don’t.” you said firmly, pushing against Jax’s strength to the best of your ability. You looked up at him only to see his eyes still targeted on Roosevelt who was laughing behind you. “He just wants to get you locked up for doing more things so he has more time to ask questions and try to get under your skin.” you spoke, your voice calming in hopes that Jax would calm as well.

You felt his pressure let up against you, his muscles untensing as his eyes remained locked onto Roosevelt’s.

“Sheriff.” a new voice suddenly spoke. You glanced in the direction the voice came from only to see a young police officer standing in the now open door way. Roosevelt’s smile dropped at the sight of the officer. “Their bail’s been paid, they’re free to go.” the officer informed before exiting from the three of your sights. 

“Lucky shits.” Roosevelt muttered angrily under his breath before returning his eyes to you and Jax. “You heard him, you’re free to go.” 

You nodded your head before returning your eyes to Jax. You brought your hand up to his cheek, your skin gently touching his and causing his eyes to fall onto you. 

“Let’s go home.” you whispered with a little smile on your face. Jax nodded in return before following you out of the room. He made sure to give Roosevelt one last glare before he left however. 

Confidential Couple

Request from anon for an Opie x Reader, where the two keep their relationship a secret due to the reader being Jax’s little sister.

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz

You jump as you feel a pair of hands on your waist, ripping your earphones out and looking behind you. “You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“Sorry.” Opie grins, pulling you back into his chest and wrapping his arms around your tummy. “I’ve hardly seen you today.”

“I know, babe, but my mom is already suspicious. We’ve gotta be careful.” you reason, relaxing back into Opie’s chest and breathing in his calming scent.

He hums in response, his head nuzzling into your neck before his lips start pressing kisses to your skin, your eyes closing as you place your hands over his. “Ope…”

“Jax is fixing up some car, the others are out.“ he mumurs between kisses, your body slowly but surely melting under his desires. “We’ve got time.”

A bang in the distance makes you jump, Opie pulling away from you as you go back to sorting through the box of family photos, your heart beating a thousand times a minute.

When you’re both convinced the coast is clear, you huff, turning around to face your secret lover. “I’m sick of sneaking around, Ope. I don’t wanna be like this anymore.”

“What, you think I do?” he asks defensively, before letting out a heavy sigh. “You’re the one who wanted to keep us a secret.”

“Yes, because I don’t fancy seeing my boyfriend and my brother at each others throats.” you snap, regretting it instantly, though you do nothing to apologise. Closing your eyes, you run your fingers through your hair, frustrated at the whole situation.

“I gotta go.” Opie says, turning away from you and heading out the room. You shake your head at his retreating figure, grabbing your stack of photos before exiting the room, heading towards the main area of the clubhouse.

Pausing your music, you grab a couple ice cold beers from behind the bar, heading out to TM. Just as you reach the garage, bikes fill your ears, the missing members flooding into the lot.

“Need any help?” you ask once you reach Jax, him straightening up from under the cars bonnet, smiling at you in thanks as you hand him a beer.

“Nah thanks, sis, I’m almost done.” he replies, cracking open the top of the bottle and taking a long gulp. “Is Ope alright? He just took off, seems kinda pissed.”

“I’m not sure.” you lie, taking a drink of your beer. Jax nods in acceptance, Chibs, Clay and Bobby saving you from the conversation.

“Doesn’t look too good with the Irish, we need to be on high alert.“ Clay warns, Jax throwing the rag he was holding on the floor. “Get everyone here, lock down.”

Your mind goes straight to Opie, and even though you know he can take care of himself, you know you won’t stop worrying until he’s back. “I’ll go get supplies. Food, drinks, extra pillows. Any requests?”

“Can you get us some cigs please, lass? You know the ones.” You nod in response, checking your pockets for your car keys and cash before practically speeding off.

“Take one of the prospects with you!” your stepdad shouts, you waving him off in response, insisting you’ll be fine.

As you’re moving around the store, throwing pretty much everything in your cart, you ring Opie for what feels like the fiftieth time, breathing a sigh of relief when he finally answers. “Do you ever stop calling?”

“Do you ever stop ignoring my calls?” you sass back, grabbing a huge pack of toilet paper and placing it in your cart. “Irish aren’t happy, we’re on lock down.”

“Shit.” he says, realisation in his voice. “No wonder Jax has been calling me.”

“Yep.” you deadpan, walking down the aisle full of candy, knowing your nephew is going to be bouncing off the walls from all the sugar. “That’s what happens when you act all grouchy, you miss information.”

“I’m not grouchy.” he defends, though you can tell he’s smiling through the phone. That’s one of the things you love about the two of you, how easy it is to forgive and forget. “Where are you?”

“I’m just at the store near Floyd’s, needed an excuse to get away so I could dial you a million times without being questioned.” you reply, already feeling a lecture coming on from your protective ass boyfriend.

“Please don’t tell me you’re alone.” he says, you staying silent. He curses under his breath, keys jangling in the background. “Stay there, I’ll be there in five.”

“Yes sir.” you tease, seduction in your tone, before ending the call. You smile to yourself as you move from aisle to aisle, content with the knowledge that you and Opie are on good terms again, no matter the circumstances.

As you reach the back of the store, the varieties of ice cream making your mouth water, a chill creeps up your spine. You look over your shoulder, the feeling that someone is watching you too strong for you to be mistaken.

You grab your cart, deciding to get the fuck out of there. Of course, your instinct is right, a hand covering your mouth and yanking you backwards so hard you almost lose your stepping.

Your heart feels like it’s going to explode out of your chest as you struggle, your screams silenced against the man’s hand. He pinches your nose, cutting off your only air supply as you frantically scan the store, praying that someone, anyone, will walk up the aisle and save you.

You look down, seeking an opportunity as you stamp on the persons foot as hard as you can, glad you’re wearing boots as the man temporarily moves back from you. You have no time to recover as you abandon your items, sprinting towards the exit.

Just as you reach the outside you feel a hand latch onto your hair, a sound of agony leaving your lips as tears fill your eyes, panic and pain flooding through you. He yanks your head back, delivering a harsh blow to your face, your cheek throbbing.

“Fucking bitch.“ the man spits, his Irish accent helping you understand his motive. You try to free yourself, but his grip is too tight, your limbs too weak to fight back.

”(Y/N)!“ You almost cry in relief at the sound of Jax, you twisting to see your brother and Opie running towards you. You’re shoved to the ground, your knees scraping the concrete, a hiss leaving your lips.

Jax rushes to your side as Opie moves to the man, and you’re thankful the lot is empty as the two men start fighting, Jax raising you gently to your feet. “Are you okay?”

You nod, tears slipping down your cheeks as your body shakes with adrenaline. Looking behind Jax, you notice the Irish man is behind held up against the wall, Opie delivering blow after blow.

“Opie! Ope!” Jax shouts, finally forcing his way between the two men. The Irish man slumps to the floor, unconscious, as Jax pushes against Opie’s chest, the taller man deliberating on what to do before he steps back. “I’ll go see if any of this shit has been caught on tape. Take my sister to TM.”

Jax jogs away, Opie’s gaze finally settling on you as he takes you in. “Jesus Christ.”

He’s next to you in a flash, slipping off his kutte and helping you put your arms through the sleeves, warmth and his scent covering you. Your body feels exhausted, drained even, but you resist Opie’s requests to pick you up, knowing you need to keep your strength up.

He’s as delicate as anything as he places his helmet over your head, snapping it shut and making sure not to trap any of your hair as he does so. Once he’s mounted his bike, you settle behind him, you wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head on his back.

Your body is heavy with fatigue as you struggle to stay awake, Opie’s natural warmth making you feel all the more relaxed.

You’re free for no more than ten seconds before you’re bombarded with questions, Opie’s bust lip being ignored once your dark purple cheekbone comes into view, Clay practically frothing with anger as your mom soothes you.

“I fucking told you to get one of the prospects!” Clay shouts, your eyes filling up again as Gemma tries to calm him down. “Why don’t you ever listen to me?!”

“Back off!” Opie booms as he stands in front of you, your fingers gripping the back of his tshirt, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep in his arms.

“Or what?” Clay responds, his voice eerily calm. “She’s my daughter, I’ll talk to her however the fuck I want!”

“Yeah? Well she’s my girl, so treat her with some fucking respect!” Opie roars, your grip tightening on his shirt as everyone falls silent. You step from behind your boyfriend just in time to see Clay lunge for Opie, Bobby and Chibs somehow keeping the two apart as they try to reach one another.

“Stop it!” you scream, everybody pausing to look at you. “Don’t you think I’ve been through enough tonight?!”

You angrily wipe your eyes as the group watches you silently, pity on all their faces. “Sweetheart-”

“No.” you cut your mom’s sentence short, your voice shaky yet strong. You shake your head in disgust, hating that they’re all acting like this when you could’ve been kidnapped tonight. “I’m going to bed, and I swear if any of you disturb me-”

You swallow the lump in your throat, refusing to break down as you turn on your heel, heading straight to the only place you know you’ll feel safe. Opie’s room.

About ten minutes later, you’re wrapped up in his duvet, wearing one of his giant tshirts and a pair of his boxer shorts. His scent is everywhere, and as much as you love it, it’s making it all the more harder to resist him.

Your phone vibrates, you fishing for it under the covers until you find it, a new message notification on the screen.

You alright? X

You smile despite yourself, messaging Opie back and telling him it’s safe to come in. He does so promptly, an apologetic look on his face as he sees your tear stained cheeks. “Hey.”

“Hey.” you whisper, your voice hoarse from shouting. Once he’s shut the door, he makes his way over to you, crouching beside the bed as he moves your hair around your ear, your eyes fluttering shut at the contact.

“I’m sorry.” he says, pressing his lips lovingly to your forehead. His tone is nothing but genuine, the look in his eyes the same.

“Me too. I didn’t mean to shout.” He shushes you quietly, a smile slipping onto his lips. “Can you come lie with me, please?”

He doesn’t even need to think about it, kicking off his boots and taking off his jeans before he’s crawling in beside you, wrapping his arms around you protectively as you nuzzle into his chest, feeling as if weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

“Jax knows, by the way.” he mumbles casually, his hand stroking your hair soothingly. You sit up slightly, eyes wide as you wait for him to continue. “He took it surprisingly well.”

“Really?” Hope floods your body. Maybe now you and Opie will be able to act like an actual couple. Well, once people have gotten used to the idea.

“I mean, yeah, he was pissed at first, but once he realised how much I love you, he understood.” Your heart flutters, a warm flush spreading across your face. Neither of you had even thought of the word love, let alone said it aloud, and Opie’s now nervous expression proved that.

Without hesitation, you lean forward, pressing your lips against his own, your hand going to the back of his head as he kisses you back, your skin tingling as if it’s the first time.

“I love you, too.” you say once you pull away, the words easily rolling off your tongue. “Thank you for protecting me today.”

“I’ll always protect you.” You kiss him once more, before relaxing back into his hold and allowing yourself to drift to sleep, safe in the arms of your lover.

A/N - Really didn’t plan on this being so long, but I hope you like it anyway!!! Been going through a bit of writers block so you’ll have to excuse me for the lack of updates, but I’ll keep trying to produce for you guys! See you next time ❤

Tough Introductions

Juice x Reader where Juice is prospecting and the sassy reader has to partner up with him on a job, her less than pleased attitude making for a fun time.

A/N - haven’t proof read so sorry if there are any mistakes!

Originally posted by redwoodyproductions

Double checking your ammo, you shove your gun down the back of your jeans, grabbing your duffle bag and heading towards the bar, everybody else already gathered and ready. “You set?”

You nod in response, tossing the duffle on the table and zipping up your jacket till it reaches just underneath your breasts. “We ready to go?”

“Almost.” Clay says, adding a couple more shotguns to the bag. You look at him questioningly, double checking the group to see who’s missing. “Prospect is coming with.”

“Thought you said this needed to go smoothly.” you sass, not being mentally prepared enough to deal with some inexperienced kid. “Can’t we do it without him?”

“Give him a chance, lassie. He’s got potential.” Chibs argues, throwing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his chest. “Don’t be too harsh on the poor lad.”

“As long as he keeps out of my way, I’ll behave.” You don’t miss the look that the others share, the expressions of humour and nervousness making you suspicious. “What?”

“There’s been a change of plan, sweetheart. Prospect’s taking Jax’s place.” Tig informs you, a smirk on his lips. You curse loudly, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Is he serious?” Clay nods in confirmation, shaking his shoulders carelessly. You huff, your mood going from excited to pissed off within seconds. “Don’t blame me when this all goes tits up.”

“Sorry if I’m late.” You all turn your attention to the quiet boy who’s just arrived, your eyes widening slightly as his attractiveness before you catch yourself.

“Sure you are.“ you say sarcastically, a snigger coming from the group at your cold tone. “I’ll be outside.”

You push past the timid male, your eyes catching his as you do so, his mouthwatering aftershave creeping up your nostrils and threatening to throw your concentration.

“She seems…nice.” Juice mutters once you’re out of ear shot, the others grinning at one another.

“Good luck today, prospect. You’re gonna need it.” Tig says, slapping Juice roughly on the back as everyone floods out of the clubhouse, ready to complete the task at hand.

Your steps are skillfully silent as you creep towards the back entrance of the club, Juice hot on your trail. It’s hard to focus when he’s close enough for you to feel his body warmth, his breath hot on your neck when you stop to check if the coast is clear.

“I’m Juice, by the way.” he whispers, your eyes rolling at his need for conversation. “It’s nice to meet you…”

“(Y/N).” you finish for him, your hand reaching into your pocket for your lock pick kit. Juice watches you, completely fascinated, your actions nimble and quick as you successfully crack open the door. “Stay close.”

“Right.” he mumbles as you sneak through the door, Juice taking that as his cue to stop talking. You slip through the hallways of the dimmed den, heading for the room where you know the target will be.

“Shit.” you curse as you spot one of the many henchmen heading your way, knowing everything will turn to shit if you’re caught. “Follow my lead.”

You yank Juice towards you by his shirt, connecting your lips to his roughly as he freezes up in shock. Slapping him sharply on the chest, he relaxes, his hands grabbing your hips as he pushes you against the wall, a groan slipping from Juice as you suck lightly on his lower lip.

As the heavy footsteps get further and further away, your lips detaching from Juice’s once you’re sure the coast is clear, his cheeks flushed and his pupils dilated as he gazes at you. “W-what was that?”

Shrugging your shoulders at his lovestruck face, you check the hallway again, satisfied to move when you see its clear. “Distraction technique. Don’t get hung up on it, Juicey.”

“Juicey?” His words are filled with humor, though you easily detect the slightly flirtatious tone. “Careful, might make me think you actually find me tolerable.”

“Don’t get hung up, I said.” you remind him, glancing over your shoulder at him, your lips twitching as you try to contain your smile. “Let’s go.”

You clink your beer bottle against the rest of SAMCRO as you celebrate a job well done, a chorus of cheers rippling through the loud music. You grin, running your tongue over your lower lip as you head away from the group.

You climb up to the roof, perching yourself down on a box and reveling in the calm, sirens sounding far in the distance. “Wondered where you got to.”

“Congrats on finding me Sherlock.” you sass, Juice taking a seat beside you as you pull out your cigarettes, offering him one before having one for yourself.

“Thought you’d be down there celebrating.” he says, taking a long drag, the smoke getting lost within the California air. “You seem like the party type.”

You hum in response, admiring the city lights. “Guess I just enjoy the quiet sometimes.”

“Yeah.” he mumbles, the two of you silent apart from the inhailing of cigarettes, the atmosphere strangely comfortable. “Why aren’t you at home with your boyfriend or something?”

“Smooth.” you snigger, raising your eyebrows, taking a hefty swig of your beer. “I’m single, asshole.”

“Can’t blame a guy for asking.” he chuckles, you smiling despite yourself. “Lucky, really. I don’t think a boyfriend would be too happy about what happened between us today.”

You spit out your drink, coughing unattractively as you try to recompose yourself. Juice watches on, embarrassed, as you laugh. “Excuse me?”

“You know, the kiss-” You hold your hand up, Juice halting his sentence as you do so.

“It didn’t mean anything, Juice. It was just a job.” you explain, Juice opening and closing his mouth as he searches for a defense. “You get that, right?”

“Sure, totally.” he says unconvincingly, your heart strings tugging at the sadness in his voice. Getting up from your makeshift seat, you head towards the ladder, admiring the slightly naive yet completely interesting prospect in front of you.

“Prove me wrong.” you challenge, Juice whipping his head to face you, disbelief on his face. “Tomorrow night, pick me up at eight. Give it your best shot.”

You can see him smile in the moonlight, butterflies fluttering gently in your stomach. “You’re on.”

Request: Taking a break

Request: Can you do a hap imagine where it’s in his pov and reader makes him really jealous and he bugs out but the end is smut/fluffy

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: smut

Originally posted by lolsthecat

They were on a break. However, for Happy Lowman, there wasn’t such thing as ‘a break’, they were together or they were not. He wanted to be with her of course, but in the end of the day, it was Y/N’s choice, it always had been. She had said they should ‘take a break’ and, obviously, they had an argument. Happy’s mood had been the worst since that day. People were arriving at the clubhouse for Friday night as he angrily watched them. It wouldn’t be the same without Y/N.

“Give me a beer”, he asked Chucky, who was behind the bar. Gemma was there too and raised an eyebrow at him. Happy grabbed his beer and walked to the door. He was about to walk out when he bumped into Y/N.

“Sorry”, she mumbled and then looked up. Her smiled faded a little when she noticed Happy standing in front of her, “Hap”

“What are you doing here?”, he asked and sounded angrier than he actually was. He was surprised to see her, Y/N had been avoiding the clubhouse since their break up. Happy was also glad to see her, he had missed Y/N.

“I’m came to see my friends”, Y/N creased her brow, “Gemma said it was okay. She told me you and Kozik were in Tacoma”

“We got home an hour ago”, Happy clenched his jaw as breathed in her perfume. It was inebriating and he loved it, “Kozik wanted to get back soon”

“I didn’t know”, Y/N bit her lip, “I think I should go home then”

“Don’t be silly”, Gemma’s voice made them look behind Happy, where the bikers’ queen was standing, “We’ve missed you Y/N. Come on, have a drink with me”

Y/N had no choice, Gemma held her wrist and guided Y/N inside the clubhouse. Happy watched them walking away. Y/N was wearing jeans and a black top that showed her back. He swallowed as he noticed her naked shoulder, where his crow would fit perfectly. His crow. He wished he had asked her before the break up.

They had been together for more than a year. Some thought it was time enough, others said it was too soon, but Happy had fell for her. Hard. And he was sure she was the one. He had thought they were happy together and fear was something Happy Lowman never felt, but he was afraid to lose her. However, he also had hesitated and now he was paying the price. Y/N had walked out his door and he had done nothing to stop her. Happy regret it, he regret it a lot.

Happy watched Y/N from afar. She walked around greeting friends and sat between Lyla and Tara on the couch. He barely heard his brothers asking him to play pool. He accepted, but couldn’t concentrate on the game, his eyes kept going back to Y/N. He looked again to the couch where she had been with the girls, but she was gone. Happy found Y/N dancing with Lyla. Her movements didn’t seem so natural and sexy as he remembered, something was bothering her and Y/N couldn’t just let go and have fun. He quit the game and walked back to the bar, asking Chuck to look for an specific song. It was her favorite and when it came on Y/N looked around but couldn’t find him. She spun around with Lyla and finally could dance more naturally.

He enjoyed to watched her, but Happy noticed he wasn’t the only one. A hangaround had been watching Y/N too and the man licked his lips when he finished his beer. He left the bottle on the table and walked toward the dance floor. Happy knew that look, he wanted Y/N and would make a move over her soon. They were on that damn ‘break’, but, for Happy, Y/N still was his girl and no other man would touch her. Happy marched to the dance floor and blocked the man’s path.

“Get lost”, he barked. The man looked up at Happy, smirking. The booze was making him brave.

“Happy?”, Y/N called behind him, but he didn’t look at her. Happy glared at the man until a friend came to help, saying he didn’t want to get in a fight with the Killer. The guy realized who was in front of him and decided to listen his friend. Happy turned around to look at Y/N, who had her arms crossed. She just shook her head and passed by him on her way to the back of the club. She slammed the bathroom door behind her before Happy could reach her.

“He had been watching you”, Happy raised his voice, “He was going to hit on you”

“You should have let me handle it Hap”, he heard Y/N sigh, “I knew I should have gone home”

“Yeah, you should”, Happy mumbled, leaning against the wall. Y/N opened the bathroom door and narrowed her eyes at him.

“Don’t worry Lowman”, she hissed, “I’m going home now”

“No”, Happy grabbed her arm, “That’s not what I meant. You broke up with me and now you show up at the club and… Damn, do you know how much I’ve missed you? You look gorgeous, then you were dancing and I was loving to watch you, but all the men were looking at my girl too. Yeah, I got jealous, you’re MY girl!”

“We’re on a break Happy”, Y/N sighed.

“Yeah, I know”, he whispered and pulled her closer, “I should have said all these things before, maybe you wouldn’t have left me”

“I didn’t leave you”, she looked from Happy’s eyes to his lips as she touched his face, “I needed time to think”

“Think about what?”, he trembled under her touch, Happy had missed it.

“About us”, Y/N whispered, still tracing his jaw with her fingertips, “About where we were going. Where are we going Hap? How long this will last?”

“Forever”, Happy blurted, surprising her and claiming her lips. Y/N melted on his arms and Happy easily lifted her, walking to his bedroom. He kicked the door closed behind them and put Y/N back on her feet. They didn’t stop kissing as she unbuckled his belt and Happy shrugged off his kutte. She whined when he pulled back to take his shirt off. Y/N locked her eyes with his as she took off her black top and opened her jeans. Happy stopped her and gently laid Y/N down on his bed. 

He hovered over her, softly kissing her lips. Y/N cupped his face and kissed Happy back, pulling him closer. His hands roamed down her body, reminding both how good they were together. Happy moved his lips to her neck, trailing a path of kisses toward her abdomen. Y/N caressed his arms and back, breathing faster and deeper. He took off her heels, pulled her jeans off and kissed her legs. He got rid of his own boots and jeans before kneel in front of her. “Baby girl?”, he looked up at Y/N. It was obvious what they wanted to do and he didn’t want to stop, but Happy needed her answer.

“Yes”, she whimpered, “I need you Hap”

He growled and put her panties aside, exposing her. Happy kissed her inner thighs as Y/N squirmed. He slowly ran his finger through her folds, watching Y/N lose control under his touch. He kissed her soft flesh and licked her, savored her. Happy couldn’t get enough of his girl, he was a hungry man, he had missed her and had been deprived from her for too long for his taste. He took his time, sucking her clit and licking her pussy until Y/N was a moaning mess. She bucked up her hips up and Happy pinned her on the mattress. He didn’t stop the oral sex until she was trembling, pleasure taking over her body.

“Oh Happy”, Y/N moaned and caressed his scalp. Happy kissed her thighs and his way up her body. He kissed her, making Y/N taste herself on his mouth. Happy shut his eyes hard when she palmed him over the boxers. He wanted to be inside her, badly. “Make love to me Hap”, she asked, kissing his lips and cheeks.

“Yes”, he breathed and pushed his boxers down his legs. Y/N spread her legs for him, gasping when Happy pushed inside her in one thrust. They looked inside each other’s eyes and he stopped to give her time. 

“I missed you”, Y/N whispered and kissed him. Happy fiercely kissed her, sucking her low lip as he pulled out of her.

“I missed you too”, he confessed, sliding inside her again. Y/N welcomed him, wrapped her legs around his waist and held Happy close. He moved slowly, taking his time with her, making love. Each thrust took them closer and closer to the orgasm; Happy held back until he feel her close too, “Are you coming baby girl?”

“Yes”, she whined and moaned louder.

“Yeah, I can feel it. Come with me, come on”, Happy’s words were enough to make her let it go. Her walls clenching around him were enough too; Happy hid his face on her neck as he came too. Y/N whispered his name and kissed his shoulder, caressing his back. He didn’t want to leave her, Happy wished they could stay like that. Still inside her, he held Y/N close and laid down with her, her leg around his waist. She tried to move and he growled, “Stay like this please”

“I’m not going anywhere”, Y/N said and kissed his chest.

“Really?”, he traced her spine with his fingers, “‘Cause I’m so sick of this break up thing. I want you back”

“I want to come back”, she admitted, but Happy heard the hesitation on her voice.

“But?”, he tilted his head back to look at her.

“But, to be honest, I need more Hap”, Y/N sadly looked at him, bringing her hand up to cup his face.

“You need to know if we’re gonna last”, he kissed her palm and locked his eyes with hers, “I just told you Y/N. Forever”

Y/N blinked a few times and took a deep breath, “Are you serious Hap?”

“Yes”, he rested his hand over her shoulder, “I want my crow right here”

“Your crow?”, Y/N’s eyes widened. Happy smirked and kissed her.

“I want you to have it and I should have asked you a long time ago”, he confessed, “Say yes. Please”

“Yes”, Y/N smiled and kissed him. Happy held her tighter; he would never let her go again, that time apart were the worst days of his life. “Happy”, she giggled when he nibbled her ear and he loved to listen that sound again, “Should we take a break? I mean, get something to drink”

“No”, he grunted and moved to be on top of her, “I hate taking breaks”

“Yeah”, Y/N moaned when he leaned to suck her breast, “I hate that do”