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Mine (M)

Prompt: 💕 + Jungkook + “You have no idea what the fuck I’m capable of, babygirl.”

Pairing: Mafia boss! Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: bondage, slapping, killing (a little blood), Sir kink, humiliation, Dom! Jungkook, degrading names, begging, orgasm denial

Notes: For my (very late, i’m sorry) 3k present <3 I hope it’s good enough. 2.2k Words

Originally posted by jeonbase

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Naughty Girls Have to be Punished: Reader x Taehyung x Jungkook

Rating: Mature, it has a bit of BDSM, toys, and two boys fucking the shit out of you ;)

Don’t read if you don’t like smut or themes of being a complete whore. 




“Is this her?” The officer in front of you was young and handsome; he had long hair for a cop. You figured that it he was someone important son otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to get away with the hair he had. He was leaning back on a chair with his feet on a desk.

“Yeah, she tried to escape with evidence.” The other officer who had a grip on your arm; his cop uniform showed his bulging muscles. He threw your laptop bag onto the desk next to the other officer’s feet. You winced at the loud thud.

“Hey! That’s expensive damnit! It’s worth more both of your salaries!” You yelled out struggling against the officer holding you.

“She’s got a mouth on her doesn’t she Jungkook?” The other officer stood up and walked over to you.

You glared at the officer in front you who was inspecting you now. He whistled low bending down so his face was inches from yours. “I have to admit. She is pretty.”

The officer you assumed was named Jungkook spoke. “Don’t get any ideas Taehyung. We are supposed to be putting away this criminal.”

Taehyung stood up straight. “Well duh. I was making an observation. It’s part of my job.” He winked at you then sat back in his usual position at the desk. You stood there with your mouth wide open. How could someone in his place be so devious.  Jungkook grabbed the evidence then pulled you in the back to the investigation room. The room was cold and uninviting; it had concrete floors and black walls. It looked more like a torture room to you with a single table and two chairs on each side. Jungkook sat you down at the chair, and he sat down across from you opening the laptop bag. He let out a small chuckle.

“With this evidence you will be put away for a long time.” The young cop searched through the papers and opened your laptop.

“Password.” He spoke in a calm tone.

You looked away refusing to say a word.

A smirk appeared on his lips and he stood up. Jungkook grabbed your face to make you look straight at him. “Password. Now.” His voice was firm.

“I don’t have to tell you anything!” You spat back at him.

He pushed your face away with an amused grin. “We both know what you did. Now just give me the password. It will make it easier for you.” He leaned to whisper in your ear causing you to shiver.

You let out a growl and kicked your foot out slamming it into his stomach. He doubled over in pain then grabbed your cuffed wrists pulling you towards him. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

“What are you going to do? Hit me? No cop would hit a girl.” You mocked at him.

“I see. We will have to do this differently.” Jungkook mumbled under his breath then cuffed you to the chair while also cuffing your feet to the table to keep you from kicking again.

He left the room for a second then came back with a large duffle bag. You stared at the bag with wide curious eyes.

“We got a call from your ex-boyfriend at nine o’clock saying all his money was gone. Then we see that your IP address was the last on the account. You thought you could be sneaky and cover up your tracks?”

You shook your head as Jungkook opened the duffle bag. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jungkook eyed you for a minute then pulled something out of the duffle bag. It was large and purple. You knew exactly what it was. A vibrator. A purple vibrator.

“Oh, sweetheart. I think you know something, but we won’t know anything until we get that password.” Jungkook walked over slowly pressing the vibrator to your cheek.

“This can’t be legal.” You glared up at Jungkook feeling your heartbeat out of your chest. He was handsome and it had been a few months for you ever since your boyfriend left you for someone prettier and better than you, so to get him back you stole all his money.

“Well, you see we learned very fast that girls like you will give up any information with the right…persuasion.”  He pulled the vibrator away and turned it on. The humming was loud and you watched the vibrator swirl in circles while biting your bottom lip.

“I still won’t say anything. I’m not like all girls. I won’t break as easily.” You weren’t sure if you were teasing, but a part of you wanted this. If you were gonna be put away for the rest of your life for your crimes it would be nice to have sex one last time.

“We will see about that.” Jungkook teased then ran the vibrator along your breasts that were covered by a thin black tank top. You pressed your thighs together at the feeling of the vibrator, but you weren’t going to let this man win easily or let a moan come out of you even though you already felt yourself getting wet.

“You really picked a good outfit to get arrested in didn’t you.” Jungkook yanked down your straps and half your top freeing your breasts right away. He pressed the vibrator to your nipple as you squirmed and bit your lip to keep from moaning. You cursed yourself in your head about the outfit you choose. You wanted to be comfy and now you are paying the price for it.

“Password.” He leaned in whispering in your ear and licked it teasingly.

You shivered from his tongue, but kept your mouth shut.

He let out a small groan then grabbed your cuffs forcing you stand up. Jungkook yanked down your booty shorts and panties then pressed the vibrator in between your wet folds against your clit. The vibrating sensation caused your legs to shake as you let out a soft moan.

“Ah. That’s it. Give into the feeling sweetheart.” Jungkook cooed at you while keeping the vibrator pressed against your clit.

The vibrating was relentless against you, but you shook your head in denial.
“I’m not talking.” Your body was betraying you as you felt your inner thighs get soaked with your juices from the toy.

Jungkook growled. “Fine.” He pulled the vibrator away causing you to let out a breath of relief, but that relief wasn’t there for long. He bent you over the table with his strong hands. You struggled against him lightly. You weren’t sure what he was planning this time, but you were kind of excited.

“I see that this little slut needs a little more help remembering.” His voice was right next to yours as you heard rustling and metal. He snapped his belt so you could hear it echo through the room. Before, you could protest he lifted the belt then landed it on your bare ass. You screamed out in pain and pleasure at the feeling of the leather cracking down on your ass.

“Fuck!” You yelled.

“So, I will ask again. Give me the password.” Jungkook cracked the leather belt against your ass again as you screamed.

“FUCK YOU!” You yelled out even louder.

Jungkook shook his head and cracked his belt against your ass again. Each slap against your now bright red ass stung but felt so good. You moaned and screamed with your eyes rolling back into your head. You felt yourself cum that ran down your thighs with your juices.

“What a naughty whore you are.” Jungkook stated rubbing your ass with his hands. You shivered at his touch.
“I think you are enjoying this more than me.” You teased.

Jungkook pulled from your ass then used the belt to gag you; the tasted the rough leather between your teeth.

“Until you are ready to give me the password. You aren’t allowed to talk.” After buckling the belt around your head firmly Jungkook positioned himself behind you.

“You are the only girl who has made this hard.” He sighed when he freed his cock through his uniform. You felt his hard member rub against your slick folds then he inserted himself into your entrance. You moaned gripping the edge of the table while you bit the leather in your mouth. He was so big and filled you up better than any guy has ever done. Jungkook gripped your hips and started to thrust fast and hard right away. He let himself get carried away with you and lost all control of himself; he didn’t care for your pleasure you were his to use and fuck. 

You moaned as he gripped your throat choking you from behind with his thrusts getting harder and faster his balls slapping your clit and hips slapping your red hurting ass. Jungkook groaned in your ear while choking you. He was showing you who was in control and that he would do anything to get you behind bars, but the way he was losing himself inside you with his thrusts being more merciless you had a feeling that he wanted you from the moment he saw you. His thrusting got faster as his tight grip on throat caused your screams of pleasure to be muffled. Suddenly, he turned your head and pressed his lips against yours. 


You moaned in the heated kiss with tongues fighting for dominance over the other. There was biting of lips and tongues running along another in the kiss while he kept thrusting inside your soaking wet cunt. You moaned loudly in the kiss and pulled away quickly cumming on his cock. He moaned and pulled his cock spurting all over your red ass and lower back. You fell to the floor on your knees panting; Jungkook was panting as he put away his cock. You were both exhausted, and you didn’t know if you were fighting with each other anymore.

Taehyung swung open the door. “Jungkook, the chief called he wanted to know…” His words trailed off and he hung up his cell phone that was in his hand. His eyes were on you covered in sweat and on the ground naked with a belt in your mouth then they darted over to Jungkook face dripping with sweat looking bat at Taehyung.

“Jungkook?” He raised an eyebrow at Jungkook and vibrator on the table.

Jungkook held up his hands. “I know what it looks like, but trust me.”

“Trust you? Is this girl even guilty?” Taehyung whined closing the door.

“Yes, there is evidence on her computer. So, I tried to get the password from her.” Jungkook rubbed the back of his head looking at you in slight shame.

“By fucking her?” Taehyung’s voice was dull and unamused as he crossed his arms.

Jungkook shrugged.

Taehyung walked over and picked you carefully.

“Well, did you at least get it from her?” Taehyung asked eyeing you with a hungry evil look.

“No.” He undid the belt around your head.


“I guess we will have to try harder then until she is obedient.” Taehyung gripped your hair tightly.
Jungkook had a smirk on his face as he looked at Taehyung and you.

You whined a bit. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I am.” Taehyung leaned down uncuffing your leg and uncuffing you off the chair. You stood there patiently; you figured there was no use in running.

“Good girl.” Taehyung smiled then pushed you down to your knees. He took his cock out of his uniform; it was half hard and just as big as Jungkook’s cock. You took it into your hand stroking the length slowly and watched as it got bigger and harder in your hand. You ran your tongue along the tip then took the head into your mouth. Taehyung leaned his head back running his fingers through your hair. You took more of him into your running your tongue along his cock while sucking.

Even though, he wanted you to do more Taehyung pulled you away from his cock and lay down on the cold concrete floor. He had a hold of your wrist yanking you down with him. You straddle his lap quickly in response. With an evil grin he slammed all of his cock inside you. You threw your head back moaning. Taehyung pulled you down so your ass was showing for Jungkook. Jungkook pulled another item out of the duffle bag; it was a small bottle. He squeezed some on his hand stroking the length of his cock with the lube then put more on his hands running them along your ass cheeks. He pushed two fingers into your asshole causing you moan.

“You like that? You’re gonna be our sluts for today, and maybe if you’re good..forever.” He whispered the last part into your ear before slamming his cock into your ass. You shivered at the thought. Having two guys fuck you every day that look like asian gods. You almost came at the thought while both guys thrusted in and out of you pounding away at your two holes.

“All you have to do is give us the password. Then you can be ours forever.” Taehyung moaned out latching his mouth onto your neck nibbling and sucking to mark you as his. You were skeptical thinking these two boys would just throw you in a cell to rot, but their cocks felt so good that you couldn’t think about anything but how good they made you feel and that you wanted more. They both stopped waiting for your answer causing you whine.

“Fine. It’s my ex-boyfriend’s birthday.” You mumbled. They both smiled and went back to pounding at your holes with everything they had. The feeling caused you to scream in pleasure and lift your head curling your toes. You swore under your breath at the pleasure of them thrusting inside you; Taehyung grunted and groaned below you while Jungkook moaned and groaned above you giving you a slap to your ass. You came once again from both of their cocks; Jungkook and Taehyung pulled out of you then they both stood up stroking their cocks. You lifted your head sticking out your tongue.

“You really want our cum huh?” Jungkook teased while stroking his cock faster for you.

You nodded.

Jungkook and Taehyung both moaned loudly cumming on your face and tongue. You moaned from the taste and licked your lips.

“Well, let’s put in this password and get down to business.”

On your criminal sheet for your name they wrote ‘Jungkook and Taehyung’s slut.’

They let you get dressed and walked you out of the station with the evidence.

“We are sorry about this.” Jungkook gave you an apologetic look then threw your laptop into the road where several cars ran it over destroying everything that would have caused you to be put in jail. Jungkook and Taehyung walked you to the cop car driving home to their apartment. Jungkook winked at you from the rear view mirror. You decided being arrested was the best thing that ever happened to you.

Request: Nightmare

Request: please write a story about breaking up with Juice because he cheated on the reader with Ima

It’s a sad imagine in the beginning, but give it a chance.

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: cheating 

Originally posted by carlos-juanortiz

Everyone looked at him as Juice entered the clubhouse. He told himself to keep his head high and just walk to a bedroom on the back of the club. The bag he was carrying seemed to weigh a ton. He had found it by the door when he got home; Y/N had packed it for him. He heard his girl in the kitchen and, in a normal day, he would walk to her, wrap his arms around Y/N and breathe her scent in. Instead of doing it, he grabbed the bag and turned around to leave the house.

Juice had thought he could go through all the club and personal issues. Everything would be alright, as long as he had Y/N by his side. Juice knew nothing could be that perfect and he had been just waiting for the day Y/N would get tired of his silent and clingy self. What woman would live with someone like him for so long? Who would bear the things he couldn’t explain and be there for him anyhow? No, that person didn’t exist. His worst nightmare had come true; he had lost the only person who could keep him from losing his mind.    

“Are you okay sweetheart?”, he felt Gemma’s hand on his shoulder but didn’t stop to look at her.

“Yeah”, Juice just mumbled and kept walking through the hallway. He was passing by the bathroom when Ima opened the door, raising an eyebrow at him. He ignored her; that girl was always around, trying to get in Jax’s bed though he had an old lady. He found a room and tossed his bag on the bed. He looked at it and knew he wouldn’t sleep that night, he couldn’t sleep alone anymore, he was used to Y/N’s warm body against his, wrapped in his embrace. Juice slammed the door behind him and walked back to the bar where his brothers didn’t ask any questions, just let him drink.

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Someone was trying to knock down his door. Juice’s head was spinning and hurting, and the knocks on his door sounded louder than they actually were.

“What?”, Juice growled as he tried to get up.

“Juice”, a sweet voice came through the door, “It’s me. Open the door”

“Y/N”, he blinked, pressing a hand on his temple.

“Gemma convinced me to come over and talk to you”, she admitted, “She’s right and I was so angry, I wasn’t thinking. Let’s talk Juice”

“Babe”, he whispered and stumbled on his way to the door. Juice opened it and Y/N smiled at him, but then her smile faded when she looked at his drunk self.

“You are naked”, she hissed and pushed the door open. Juice looked down and saw it was true, he was naked and hadn’t noticed it. Y/N entered the bedroom and then sobbed, “How could you? I thought I was wrong and we could fix this, but no… Here”. Y/N took off the ring he had given to her when they got engaged, “I’ll send the rest of your stuff”, she walked by him as Juice still tried to understand what was going on, “You’re an asshole Juice”

“Y/N!”, he called her, but Y/N marched through the hallway and he couldn’t follow her, he was naked. Juice looked around, trying to find his pants and then he noticed them on the floor, next to a dress. He frowned and looked at the bed. He saw the blond hair and her face. Ima was in his bed. Juice understood then what had happened and why Y/N was furious. His back hit the wall and he slid to the floor, crying. He had lost everything.

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Juice felt a hand gently rubbing his chest and someone telling him to open his eyes. He did what the voice had told and his eyes met Y/N’s. She was seated on the bed they shared, her brow creased.

“Breathe Juan, breathe”, she said, still rubbing his chest, “It was a nightmare babe, only a nightmare”

Juice looked around and recognized their bedroom. He was sweaty and must have been tossing and turning in bed, waking up Y/N. He tried to slow down his breath, looking inside her eyes and feeling her hand on his chest. Y/N smiled when she noticed he had calmed down and leaned to kiss him.

“It was only a nightmare babe, only a bad dream”, she whispered, resting her forehead against his. Juice sighed and wrapped his arms around her. Y/N caressed his cheeks, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“It was another version of the same nightmare, the worst of all”, Juice hugged her tighter, “Losing you”

“I told you babe”, Y/N kissed his chest and cuddled with him to sleep, “It was just a nightmare, because that will never, ever happen. I’m not going anywhere”

Buttons (Jared Kleinman x Reader) (Smut)

A/N: This is straight up smut. Literally almost zero foreplay. Just could not get this idea out of my head so here’s a short and trashy little fic. Sorry in advance for it being bad and poorly developed. Here’s hoping I don’t get hate 

Warning: Straight up smut, teasing, light orgasm denial, pet names, hair pulling

Requested: Not really but kind of by @smalldemongirl


Jared Kleinman has always pushed your buttons, but you never really imagined him tearing them off of you.

Although, now that he’s doing it, you wonder why you’ve never given it much thought. Sure, Jared’s an asshole. He’s just an incredibly hot asshole who is amazing with his mouth. 

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Imagine Phone Sex with Happy. *Smut*

WARNINGS: SMUT! Dirty Talk! YUMMY HAPPY! Phone Sex!!


“I’ll see you in a week little girl. It ain’t that long.” Happy told you and you pouted crossing your arms over your chest, “But that’s so long, I’ll miss you.” You told him and he rolled his eyes but smirked anyways as he pulled you close by your waist, “You ain’t gonna miss me you’re gonna miss my dick.” Happy growled into your ear nibbling your ear lobe, “Yeah you’re probably right.” You chuckled as he slapped your ass.

“Happy you ready to roll out?” Juice asked then smirked when he saw you two, “Maybe we should wait.” Juice smiled widely and you smiled as you pushed Happy away making him wink. “Love you Old Man. Be safe guys.”


It was dreadful his run was longer than he said it was supposed to be, longer by how much, a fucking week and a half. You were restless and all you wanted was your Old Man, you wanted his arms wrapped around you at night, his hands playing with your hair putting the both of you to sleep, you wanted to wake up sprawled out on his chest in the morning.

You grabbed your phone as you laid out on your bed it was late and you wondered if he would still be up, “I’ll call him.” You said as you grabbed your phone and dialed him, “Hmm.” You heard Happy groan, “Did I wake you Old Man?” You chuckled and Happy sucked in the sound.

“I was about to.” He told you, and you knew he was telling the truth from his low, husky voice, “Oh…I’ll call you tomorrow.” You started but heard Happy grunt, “Nah, that’s alright baby.” Happy said as he grabbed his cigarette lighting it as he put the phone on his ear, “So how was everything with the club?” You asked as you laid back down staring up at your ceiling, “Well Kozik got his ass beat by Quinn.” He chuckled and you sighed, “What did blondie say this time?”

Happy took a drag of his cigarette and rolled his eyes, “Kozik said Quinn was a softy.” Your man smirked and you laughed, “Oh Kozik.” You replied, your smile dropping, “I miss you Hap.” You said after a while and Happy sighed. “I know baby…I miss you too.” He blew out smoke, the gray cloud filling the room before disappearing from the fan by his bed, “You been faithful?”

Happy laughed and you smiled, you both knew that Happy would never cheat no matter what everyone thought about him, “Yup. Your pussy is the only one for me.” Happy smirked as he put took a  hit of his cigarette, “Good cause your cock is the only one that makes me wet.” You smirked when you heard his groan, “Yeah?”

“Oh definitely, I’m always wet for you big man.” You told him with a low voice and Happy put his cigarette in his ash tray, “You gettin’ wet right now girl?” He asked licking his lips and you nodded, “Mhmm, very.” You groaned and Happy put a hand on his semi hard member, his jeans adding a good friction, “Tell me.” He growled in your ear and you bit your lip, “What are you in baby?” Happy asked, his husky voice sending shivers through your body.

“Those red lace panties you bought me, the ones with the little bow on the back, and your white tee.” You told him, and you heard him breath out deeply, “Take em off for me” He growled and you slowly pushed down your panties, your phone being held against your shoulder. “Fuck I miss your hands touching me.” You whined.

Happy palmed himself with a groan, “You miss me huh. Miss my cock in that pretty pussy?” You bit your lip, “Yes.” You moaned as you spread your legs, “Don’t touch yourself, just listen to me.” Happy smirked at your whine, “You miss the way I would run my hands up your sides. Touching those perfect tits of yours as I suck on your neck, that spot that you love so much just under your jaw. Feel it?” Happy asked as he pushed down his jeans and boxers, his cock springing free from his confines, “I miss it so much.” You told him as you took one of you hands groping your breast squeezing just like Happy, well not exactly like him.

You pictured his hard and rough, calloused hands running up to your breast then up to your neck imagining his lips, “Happy.” You moaned, “My hands running over those hips that I love, before gripping your thighs as I grind my dick against that sweet, sweet pussy. All wet for my cock that you love so much. Thinking about it pressing against your wetness, damn I always love how wet you are.” Happy’s growl made you moan, your hand running over your thighs then the inside before running over your wet slit. I love running my cock over that wet pussy, can you do that for me? Run those nice fingers over your pussy. Get those fingers nice and shiny for me baby girl.” He growled as he used his pre-cum to guide his hand over his swollen cock.

“I miss you so much.” You moaned as you got your fingers wet, running them between your lower lips like he ordered, “What do ya miss about it?”

You took a shaky, “I miss how well it fit in my mouth, love the way you’d grip my hair as you fucked my throat. I love the dark veins that run under, the caramel skin and red tip, fuck.” You moaned, the thought of him making you clench, his growl sexy. “Shit.” The man cursed as he squeezed his hand, at the tip slightly with a groan, “I wanna fuck you so bad, push my cock right into that wet little pussy, nice and slow. Make you beg for me to fuck you. Fuck you rough and hard just how you like it.” He growled. You sucked in a harder breath as you pushed two fingers into yourself slowly like he told you, slowly pushing them in and out picturing his cock instead.

“Take off your shirt, let me see you, wanna picture that sexy body that I love so much.” You obeyed and put the phone down and took your shirt off, tossing it on the floor and put your phone on speaker. Which you should have done earlier since you’re at home alone. You licked your fingers, picturing Happy inside of your mouth and you heard a chuckle, “You suckin your fingers girl?” You didn’t answer and Happy only smirked as he heard your muffled moan, “You always did love worshiping my cock Y/N. Love running that gorgeous tongue over my head, sucking on the tip.”

As he described you followed along, your tongue licking the tips of your fingers then sucking them slightly, “Mhmm.” You moaned, “I love your mouth but I love your pussy more, come on baby put those fingers were my dick should be.” His voice was a low growl and it made your body explode with heat, you loved his voice, god he had the best voice for phone sex. So raspy, and hoarse, rough and all around sinful.

You ran your wet fingers down to your entrance and pushed them in slowly making you gasp, “Just like that Y/N. Come on little girl, you want me to fuck you? Want my cock in your pussy?” You choked out a yes, “Happy please, I want it so bad inside me.” You told him and Happy growled, “Go ahead, fuck yourself on those fingers girl, just the way I do.” He told you as he ran his hand up and down his dick fast, his fingers tight around his member mimicking your tight walls but it wasn’t enough, “Sonofabitch.” He cursed in frustration, “YES!” You moaned as you pressed your other hand on your clit rubbing in a quick circle, “Y/N.” He called but you were lost as you pictured him, “Baby.”

Your tightly shut eyes opened at his frustrated voice, “W-what? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t fucking jack off.” He told you and you laughed, “I’m serious, I haven’t needed to jack off since I got your sweet ass pussy with me.” Your Old Man cursed and you sighed, “But…But Happy please can’t you try. Just picture how wet I am for you, just thinking about your amazing cock deep inside me, fucking me like an Old Man should.” You told him in a sultry voice and heard him curse, “Y/N.” He sighed but you cut him off, “Please just try. Don’t you want me Old Man?” You moaned as you put your fingers back into your wet entrance, “Course I fucking want you.” Happy growled.

“Good. I want you so bad Happy.” You moaned, “Can’t you hear?” You bit your lips as you pumped yourself with your fingers, the sound of your juices against your fingers making Happy groan. The image of you laying in bed, naked and fucking yourself was making it easier and easier for him. “Shit baby.” Happy growled, you heard him spit into his hand and another grunt as he put himself in his hand, running it up and down tightly. “So fucking tight baby.”

“Mhmm…only for you.” You moaned as you pushed in a third finger going faster, “Come on Happy. Yes! Fuck me harder.” Your moans were loud in the empty room, “Want it harder little girl?” Happy growled as he went faster, “Yes please Happy! I need it so bad!” You moaned, “Go ahead baby, fuck that little pussy harder.” Happy grunted as pumped his cock, your voice loud and erotic in his ear, “Damn you sound so wet baby.” He stated and you whimpered, “H-Hap…Happy I’m gonna…”

“Shhh no you’re not little girl, you’re gonna hold it.” He growled and licked his lips, “Come on Happy. Fuck your pussy.” You moaned, holding off as much as you could, you needed to cum bad. “Want me to cum around your cock, hmm?” You questioned.

Happy’s head went back into the pillows with a groan, “Yes, I wanna fuck you so good. Shit.” Your next words were a moan and they made Happy growl loudly, “Show me who owns it.” Happy growled and felt his stomach tighten, “Shit, come on baby cum with me.” Happy’s raspy voice and growl was all you needed. You came with a loud scream of his name, your fingers working inside of you and on your clit quickly, “Happy!” You moaned and Happy let out a low rumble as he came in his hand, his movements not stopping, “Oh fuck.” He grunted and slowed before stopping, as did you.

“That was good.” You sighed, as you laid your arms out, sprawled out on your bed, “Not as good as me really fucking my Old Lady.” Happy grumbled as he grabbed some tissues on his table, wiping his hand clean, then tucked himself back in his pants. “Oh shut up. Don’t ruin my afterglow.” You told him and he chuckled, “Alright alright.” Happy light up his cigarette that he left in his ash tray and took a slow drag, just like he always did after an orgasm.

“I love you Happy.”  You told him, listening to the sound of him breathing out smoke, “I love you too little mama.” He smirked and you smiled, “Get some sleep baby.” You sighed but nodded anyways, “I’ll call you tomorrow, I love you. Night Happy.”

“Good night.” Happy replied but just before you could hang up Happy spoke quickly, “Lock the house up.” He told you making you laugh, “Already did, don’t worry I got my gun next to me.” You smiled at his deep chuckle, “That’s my girl.”

“Yup I’m a sexy little Killah, just like my old man.”

HTTYD one-shot | Hiccstrid | Modern AU

One-of-a-kind Day

Astrid’s day had been going wrong all day long… and now, to top it off, her tire was flat. The only good thing about that darned flat tire was that it just happened to show itself right as she drove into the Walmart parking lot. So now here she stood, watching as one of the mechanics drove her car to the garage only meters away. With a heavy and frustrated sigh, she pulled out her grocery list and flung her purse of her shoulder, hoping they’d have the tire ready by the time she was done shopping.

               She stomped inside, getting even more frustrated when the automatic doors seem to jam slightly by her angry stomps on the sense pad. She growled and banged on the doors, and they promptly opened. She trudged through, dragging a cart out of the entry before rolling her way into the chilly building, not even acknowledging the woman who welcomed her.

               First item on her list was in the womanly area of the soaps and shampoos, where she collected what she needed before making her way to the grocery section. She first grabbed several bags of chips, then paused as she reached the freezer section before grabbing a carton of ice cream, dropping that into her cart as well for she figured that Netflix and ice cream was what she had to look forward to tonight. And it sounded heavenly.

               Next thing on her list was Gatorade powder mix, so she hastily wheeled to the juice aisle and hastily glanced over the shelves for the drink. She groaned when she caught sight of the object sitting on the uppermost shelf, nearly four feet above her.

               She moved as close to the shelf as possible before standing on her tiptoes, fingers barely grazing the shelves rim on which the item sat. And even then, she still had to get it off top of a box of some kind. Why the heck would anyone put something that high up!? And she wasn’t too short either, nearly 5’8”. How did they expect people to reach it on a daily basis?

               She jumped up and down, hoping to grab it on one of the trips into the air. Each time she came within inches of grabbing it, but always fell short one way or another. With an angry howl, she reeled back and kicked her cart, sending it skidding to the side slightly but otherwise nothing came of it.

               Astrid growled again before turning and facing her foe once more. She placed her hands on her hips, then returned to her hopping, she paused and grabbed the cart, pushing it up against the shelf and attempting to stand on it, but each time she tried it would start rolling away, until she slipped and collapsed to the ground, cart skidding away as though taunting her.

               “Dang it!” She shouted, slamming her fist against the ground as she scrambled to her feet.

               An elderly man who was inspecting a bottle of energy water glanced at her in concern, but Astrid just glared at him in response. The man hastily looked away, obviously trying to look as though he hadn’t noticed anything array.

               “Stupid- why the heck would someone put something that high up?” Astrid hissed and stepped further back, refusing to relent and go on without that drink mix. She’d come to get it, and she wasn’t going to leave until a can of it was sitting in her cart.

               There was an awkward cough from behind her, and she whirled about in all readiness to give that old man a piece of her mind, but she faltered when she noticed it was actually a Walmart employee who’d intruded. She gave him a quick look down, noting his tall and lean figure and shaggy auburn hair. His eyes were a bright green, his mouth quirked in a small smile to show slightly uneven teeth, although somehow, they only managed to make him look more attractive. He also looked to be around her age, maybe twenty or twenty-one. His left hand was tapping awkwardly against his leg, while his right hand tugged on his blue vest, which displayed a name tag marked “Hiccup”. Odd name, Astrid thought distantly in the back of her mind, although the thought was quickly pushed aside as he began to talk.

               “Um… I couldn’t help but-“ the man started, voice nasally and carrying a nervous tone. “d-do you need help?”

               She flipped her head, braid sliding off her shoulder and onto her back as she shook her head defiantly. “No- I do not need help. If you dopes would only place the merchandise in reaching distance-“ she growled angrily, jerking her head in the direction of the Gatorade mix. “Top shelf, seriously? Couldn’t put some of the bottled water up there instead?”

               Hiccup followed her pointed finger and furrowed a brow at the juice. “Huh, that’s not supposed to be up there… actually. Here-“ He stepped forward and grabbed a can, lightly tossing it to her. Astrid caught it deftly, not letting up the glare she sent his way as she slammed the item into her cart.

               “Thanks.” She said begrudgingly with another annoyed flip of her head.

               “No problem… uh… do-do you need anything-“

               “No. I’m fine.” Astrid called back as she exited the aisle and made her way towards the next, pressing her mouth in a thin line as she continued. All she wanted to do was go home, curl up on her couch, eat junk food and watch tv. That wasn’t too much to ask, was it?

               She hastily grabbed several more items from her list, along with a couple of others that weren’t included but she knew she needed. By the time she reached the cracker and bread aisle, she was nearly finished. It wasn’t until she was already finished at the cashier’s that she remembered she’d forgotten a very important item in her life: coffee.

               With a yelp of half alarm and half anger, she wheeled her cart towards the door, hoping that lady who was always standing by at the doorway would watch it for her. She agreed without a problem, and Astrid made a mad dash back towards the drink aisle, hoping it would be a quick trip in and out. She really wanted to get home.

               She skidded to a stop once she reached the aisle, pausing to catch her breath before noticing with disappointment and annoyance that the young man- “Hiccup”- was still there, switching out the Gatorade for a different shelf that had packs of bottled juice.

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Razorblades And Lemon juice (pt. 5)

“Did you send them after me?”

Negan grimaced before shaking his head “no…I may be able to control the dead princess, but I can’t control the living”.

“But you wanted it to happen?” you whispered keeping your gaze firmly on the cup in your hands. He growled softly “I wanted you to understand tha…”

“you’re not a monster…I know”

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Obsessive - Part 29

Happy has seen the guy, but who is he?
*Mentions of extreme child abuse*

(This will be multi parts so check back for my next installment. As always, if you want to be notified of my updates just let me know and I will message you when I post new chapters)

**Disclaimer: I do not suffer from OCD so I cannot begin to imagine what it is like. Any and everything that I am writing is what I’ve learned from people I know and the internet as well as asking advice from friends who know more about it than me. If anything is wrong or inaccurate of someone with OCD, please excuse my ignorance, as I said I am asking questions to help with the descriptions but I’m sure I will get something wrong eventually.

Juice Ortiz x Reader

(GIF isn’t mine)

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Happy’s revelation made something click in Juice’s head. The reason he recognized the guy in the photo, the reason he thought the guy looked familiar, was because he ran into him that day he took you to see Tara.

“Oh my God,” Juice gasped, “I’ve seen him too, at the hospital.” He let go of your hand as he ran his hands over the top of his head.

“Well now that we know where he lives, let’s go talk to the son of a bitch!” Tig growled, his fists slamming down on the table followed by a chorus of shouts and whoops.

You had been quiet, listening to everything and trying to take it in, but nothing made sense.

“Wait!” you shouted, looking over to your dad who was staring back at you, “I don’t understand, is he…” you trailed off, trying to make your mouth say the words as you fidgeted with your hands, “is he my… real dad?”

The room got quiet and you shifted your stare to Tig who looked at you sadly and then looked to Piney who caught your eye for a moment but then peered down at his lap. You felt Juice’s hand back on your knee and you intertwined your fingers with his as everyone looked from you back to Clay.


“No baby,” he said with a sigh, “I guess it’s time to tell you the real story of how you ended up here,” you felt your heart rate increase, as Clay looked around the table, “Tig, Jax, you two stay. Everyone else, clear out and get ready to go pay our apartment-dwelling creep a visit tonight.”

Piney, Opie, Chibs, Bobby and Happy stood to walk outside, but as Juice prepared to stand and join them, your grip tightened on his hand causing him to look at you pleadingly, the purple under his eyes and across his nose sending you the message that he didn’t want to anger Clay again. Without looking away from Juice you spoke to your father, “Dad, can Juice stay, please? I want him to know, too.”

Clay looked at you and back to Juice before nodding and allowing Juice to stay. Happy closed the door as he exited the room and Jax was the first to speak, “Why don’t I know about this?” he asked, his piercing eyes shooting daggers at Clay. The two were always at odds, but this time you understood why. Jax was the VP of the charter and knew nothing, same as you.

“This shit happened before you even had a license Jax,” Clay said defensively, “By the time you were a part of the club, it was old news. Until today I had no reason to believe he was a threat to SAMCRO or your sister.”

You could tell Clay was exhausted, and getting the third degree from Jax wasn’t making his mood any better.
“Who is he, dad?” you asked, trying to break up some of the tension that was coursing between Jax and Clay.
Clay looked at Tig who nodded to him reassuringly as they both took a deep breath and looked at you.

“(Y/N), your mom wasn’t a drug addicted porn star, she was a junkie and a whore,” he began and you looked down at the table, gently tapping the table top as you listened for the rest of the story to find out how John Howard fit into it all. Tig picked up where your father left off,  “She was turning tricks out of Oakland for this guy, John Howard. He was her pimp.”
Clay nodded in agreement and carried on talking, “According to your mom, she had a regular that she ended up falling in love with.”  
“Yeah. The only problem though, was that Howard wanted her for himself when she wasn’t working for him, so she had to keep her relationship with this guy a secret. Started seeing him without Howard knowing and not making him pay,” Tig added, “Big no-no in her line of work…”
You felt Juice’s grip on your hand tighten and you looked over to him, this story was getting crazier with every new sentence.

“So she ended up pregnant–”

“–with me?” you interrupted, and Clay and Tig both nodded.
Jax looked from you back to Clay, “Okay so what happened that caused (Y/N) to end up here?” he asked and you shifted your gaze between Tig and Clay again, waiting for one of them to answer.
“Well,” Clay began, “The pregnancy went well I guess. Howard went through it all believing you were his, got your mom to stop the drugs so you’d be healthy, he did everything right.”
“Yeah,” Tig agreed, “If it wasn’t for what happened after you were born we’d have thought he was the perfect guy to be your father, we wouldn’t have stepped in…”

“But how did you even know these people to feel the need to step in?” you asked, not understanding how the club could be tied to a pimp based in Oakland.

“Our paths crossed by accident,” Clay answered you. You could tell there was a long story ahead, “After you were born, Howard started getting suspicious. You didn’t look like him and the older you got the more he could tell you didn’t look like your mom either. I guess he started questioning his other whores and one of them talked because Howard beat your mom pretty bad. She told him who your father most likely was, the client she had been dating, and Howard found him, killed him, and dumped him in Charming.”

Your questioning expression was replaced with one of understanding as it all began to make sense.
“So you found out this pimp was who dumped the body and went to tell him he couldn’t do that in our town…” you guessed, looking at Tig who smiled approvingly and nodded, “Yep,” he answered, “took a little convincing, but he ended up seeing things our way.” Tig grinned again.

“So was her dad the dead guy in the photo that was sent to me?” Juice asked and Clay nodded, “That was (Y/N)’s real father, as far as we know.”

Jax blinked, looking from you back to Clay once again, shaking his head. “It still doesn’t add up,” he spoke, “Did you take (Y/N) to prove a point?”
Clay shook his head no and continued on with his story, “No. We left Oakland and a few hours after we made it back to Charming, a lady shows up looking for me. Turns out your mom heard our heart-to-heart with the pimp and decided to ask for the club’s help in getting you clear of it all… ‘cause…” Clay trailed off, you could tell whatever was coming next was hard for him to relive. Even Tig shifted in his seat from unease so you knew whatever was coming was about to be bad.

“Because John had given your mother a choice–”
“–A shitty fucking choice,” Tig scoffed, interrupting Clay and shaking his head with disgust.

“Either he’d kill your mom, and have you taken to an orphanage,” your dad spoke softly, “or he’d let her live and keep you, but he would use you to…” he trailed off, unable to make his mouth say the words as he hung his head. Tig reached over and patted his shoulder, taking a deep breath and looking at you, “He was gonna spare your mother’s life, but only if she willingly let him….” Tig took a deep breath, breaking eye contact with you as he looked away and his hand rubbed his face, “If she let him pimp you out.”

Your heart dropped and Jax cussed under his breath as Juice wrapped his arm around you and pulled you even closer to him. Your eyes began to water as you asked the only question you could think of, “And she said yes….?” your voice cracked, betraying you as you tried to remain strong, to show your dad, Tig, your brother, and Juice that you could handle the entire truth.

“Yeah,” was all Clay could say in response, he had aged ten years from the start of this conversation..

“She realized quickly that she had made a mistake which is why she came to us, doll.” Tig looked at you with sad eyes and nodded to let you know it was okay to be upset, “She knew she couldn’t save you alone, and as soon as we found out what would happen to you if we didn’t step in… It was a no-brainer.”

Clay looked up and began to speak again, having found his resolve once again, “Gemma made me swear that once I got you out of there, that I’d never allow you to go back to your birth-mother–”
“–but that didn’t end up being an issue,” Tig finished and you furrowed your brows at him questioningly.

Suddenly, all the dots connected for Juice and he looked up at Clay, “(Y/N)’s mom is Rachel Smith?” he half-asked, half-stated. Clay and Tig both nodded again.

“Yes.” Clay answered, “We came in and snuck you away when Howard was out. I brought you back up here, and Gemma took you home. A few days later we heard news that Rachel Smith was killed and John Howard had been charged with her murder.” Juice looked at you. “We paid a lawyer to draft some paperwork and forge some documents willing us custody of you should anything happen to your mother, and we followed the case until John was sentenced…”

“…and that’s pretty much where the story ended, until the sick bastard apparently got out of prison with a fixation on you.” Tig added, leaning back in his seat, relieved to finally have that story off his chest. Now you could see there was a fire in his eyes. Tig wanted to kill this man, the man that killed both of your biological parents and threatened to scar you for life. You wanted to kill John Howard, too.

[[ I got a request for either Happy, Juice, or Opie smut 😈 so I’ll happily oblige hehe ]] 

“I thought I told you not to talk to the prospect anymore,” Happy growled, stomping up behind you, his hands balled into fists. The prospect’s eyes grew wide. You knew he had a little crush on you. Happy knew it too. And that made it all the more fun. 

A devilish grin spread across your face. Happy was right. He had told you to stay away from the prospect. More than once, actually. But you liked to push his buttons. Your old man was kind of hot when he was angry. 

Happy turned to the prospect and scowled, lifting his shirt to reveal the smiley face tattoos on his stomach. “You wanna be another smiley face tat, prospect?”

“N-no, sir.” He scurried away.

Happy looked back to you and stared hard. You felt you heart skip a beat. You knew what was coming next. “What the hell do you think you’re doing talking to him?”

“I forgot,” you said, biting your lip and shrugging innocently. Happy knew you were anything but innocent, and he knew exactly what you were doing. But that still didn’t stop his anger from getting the best of him. You were his, and he wanted to make damn sure no one ever questioned that.

“Guess I need to make sure you remember.” He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. He stomped his way to the back of the clubhouse. You grabbed at his shoulders as he carried you down the hall and kicked open the door to one of the dorm rooms. He carried you in the room and threw you down on the bed, not even bothering to shut the door behind him. “You’re mine,” he growled, pouncing on top of you and tearing into your clothes like a hungry animal. “Don’t you forget that.” 

He ripped your tank top away from your body and had your jeans unbuttoned and around your ankles in a matter of seconds. He pressed his lips to your neck and slipped two fingers into the edge of your panties, shoving them down your thighs. “You’re mine,” he reminded you, his breath hot on your ear. He nipped at your neck, and you let out a small whimper. He pulled his own shirt over his head and tossed it across the room. He stood between your legs and looked down at you as you laid on the bed in front of him. You watched as he began to unbuckle his belt and bit your lip in anticipation. You smirked and began to sit up. Happy pushed you back down harshly. “You’re not going anywhere.” You tried again, and this only made Happy more angry. He snatched you up, lifting you up to his waist. You wrapped your legs around him, and he crossed the room and pushed you roughly against the wall. “I told you not to move,” he snarled, a smirk spreading across his face you had never seen before. He pushed his hips roughly against yours. You didn’t know how much longer you could wait. You needed him. You licked your lips and pushed your hips towards his, your back pressed tight against the wall. He pushed his jeans and boxers down and took hold of your hips. “You’re mine, girl,” he repeated, grabbing himself and pushing hard into you. 

Your eyes rolled back as he filled you. Your mouth dropped open, and you gasped loudly. “Hap,” you moaned, clawing at his back. 

He thrust himself harder into you, his fingers leaving little bruises all along your hips. “Say you’re mine.” 

“I’m yours,” you mumbled, your fingernails digging into his shoulders. You couldn’t keep your eyes open. The pleasure was too intense.

Louder.” He picked up his pace, thrusting angrily. He pushed you harder against the wall. “Say you’re mine,” he growled, biting at your neck. 

“I’m yours!” you shouted, “I’m yours, baby.” You knew anyone in the clubhouse could hear the two of you, but you didn’t care. He thrust deeper. You let out another small gasp. “I’m yours.” He thrust again. “Fuck, Hap. I’m yours.”

“Yeah you are,” Happy groaned, his voice now sounding more breathy than angry. He could feel himself getting closer and closer with each thrust. “Fuck.”

You let out a loud gasp and finally let go, giving in to the intense wave of pleasure that seemed to radiate through your entire body. Happy knew he couldn’t hold himself back as he felt you tighten around him. You said his name repeatedly, your voice breathless, begging for him, and he followed mere seconds later.

“Goddamn.” He leaned into you, resting his head on your shoulder and breathing heavy. You leaned back against the wall and lifted a hand to rest on top of his head, your other still on his shoulder.

“Really, Hap?” Juice asked from the hallway. “Couldn’t even close the goddamn door?” 

Happy lifted his head and smashed his lips against yours. He let out a deep, throaty laugh. “Had to remind her who she belonged to.” 

Where Do Broken Hearts Go?-3

Requested by @homra-the-red-clan

Trigger Warnings: Abandonment, mentions of abortion and miscarriage Language.

Tig x Ava (OFC), Happy X Ava

Part (1) (2)

Laying in bed, curled next to Happy’s side, she was hit with a craving. The thought of peanut butter panic ice cream and jalapeño cheetos, sounded delicious. Her stomach growled, glancing at Happy’s face, he was still sleeping.  

Easing out of bed, his arm snaked around her waist pulling her against him. “Where are you going?”

“To the store. I’m craving ice cream and cheetos.”

He reached for his phone, frowning at her. “It’s one in the morning,  you ain’t going anywhere!”

She pouted at him. “I really want some peanut butter panic ice cream, and jalapeño cheetos.”

“That sounds disgusting!” He grinned at her, pulling her tighter against him.

“Don’t judge my crazy food cravings…” She sat up next to him, trying to get out of bed. “I’m just going to run to the store…”

He got up out of bed, getting dressed. “I don’t want you going out this late by yourself.  I’ll go get stuff for your crazy food cravings.”

“You’re the best!” He leaned down kissing her. she got out of bed, slipping on a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top. “Thank you!”

“I’ll be back in ten minutes!” He pulled her into his arms, kissing her again, before he left.

She settled on the couch, watching TV waiting for Happy to get back from the store. Hearing a bike, riding into the drive, she smiled in anticipation of feasting on her craving.

Opening the door, her smile dropped, she tried to slam and lock the door, but he stuck his boot in the way. Shoving the door open, he pushed his way inside.

Tig pushed her up against a wall, lifting her off her feet. “I don’t want to hurt you Ava. You need to leave Charming,  and never look back.”

“This is my home…please let me go…” His hands wrapped around her throat, applying slight pressure.  “Please Tig, you’re scaring me. You don’t have to have anything to do with this baby, Happy is going to….”

“I want you to leave, tonight! Stop being a whore, with my brother. This baby isn’t his problem, it’s yours! I’ve killed an innocent woman before, and I have no problem doing it again! ”

She felt the tears welling up in her eyes, she heard another bike riding down the road. He shook her hard, letting her head hit the wall. He released her, letting her fall to the floor. “Don’t tell Hap I was here!”

He ran out of the house, she heard him  take off for his bike. She  laid on the floor her body shaking with sobs and fear. Happy appeared at her side, his eyes full of concern. “Are you whole?”

She couldn’t answer him,  she just looked at him, her eyes full of fear.  She couldn’t  couldn’t form the words to a answer him. Tig’s threat still ringing in her ears.  He picked me up, carrying me I to the couch.

“Was that Tig?” She could only nodd. He wrapped his arms around her, trying to comfort her. He pulled back, checking over her body. Seeing the discoloration on her neck, he let out a growl.

“What did he say to you? Did he threaten you?”  She nodded her head. “I’m going to kill the bastard. “

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***Angry Juice is always nice. 👊🏽💋***

“Can you get me another beer babe?” You nodded and stood up, pointing to Jax and Hap. “You guys want one too?” They both nodded and said thank you as you took their empty bottles. You walked over to the bar and tossed them into the trash can before turning to Half Sack who was behind the bar smiling at you. “Hey Sack, can you get me a couple more beers for the guys?” “Of course.” He turned around opened the fridge, beginning to pull out a couple bottles before handing them to you. “Your hair looks nice today. Well it always looks nice, it’s just that…ya know. Never mind.” You looked up from the beers in your hand and laughed lightly. “Thank you sweetheart.” He smiled and blushed at you, looking down at the bar top. “Welcome.”

Ice cold beers in hand, you headed back over to the boys and gave them their beers before sitting down next to Juice. “Thank you baby.” You smiled and nodded before leaning forward and kissing his jaw gently. As you pulled back, you saw the mischievous look in his eyes. “What?” He looked you up and down before handing his unopened beer to Jax and standing up, pulling you up with him. “We’re gonna head to the back.”

Jax and Happy smirked at the two of you and nodded. “Tell Sack to come in early tomorrow to take your shift. I’m sure you won’t be getting much sleep tonight.” Jax threw a wink your way and you blushed as your Old Man chuckled. “Yeah I think I’ll do that.” He wrapped an arm around your waist and began to walk with you towards the dorm hallway. “You go get those clothes off. I’ll be there in a minute.” You blushed and nodded, a smile on your lips as you turned. Juice landed a slight spank on your ass as you began to walk away and headed towards the bar to talk to Sack.

He came up behind him and the other prospect and had his mouth open to speak when he heard your name leave Sack’s mouth. “She’s so fucking hot. Jesus Christ. Have you seen her ass and her hips? I can imagine how good she looks when she rides you. And her mouth. I’d give my other nut just to feel those lips wrapped around my co-” His sentence was cut short as Juice grabbed him by the back of the neck and slammed him against the fridge, his face squished against the glass. The other prospects eyes widened and he quickly pulled away from Juice, his hands up as a way of showing that he hadn’t said anything.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Sack said nothing, just stood there with his mouth opening and closing as Jax and Hap jogged up. “What’s going on brother?” Juice ignored them and his grip tightened, the front of Sacks shirt choking him a bit. He lifted him up, his toes struggling to stay on the ground and put his mouth by his ear. “I ever find out that you’re talking about my Old Lady like that again, I will fucking kill you.” With that, he released Sack and gave him a rough shove, the fridge wobbling behind him from the force. Juice walked away with a growl and headed towards his dorm, throwing open the door and finding you in his bed, naked under the covers. “What’s wrong?” Juice ignored your question and began pulling off his cut. “Call in to your work. Let them know you’re not going in tomorrow.”

You're His Weakness...

This is a JokerxReader.

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Your P. O. V

“Well, what do we have here?” I asked, walking into the abandoned warehouse in only a drapey white tee. Took a few twenty of em’ but my men got The Clown Prince Of Crime sober in a metal stretcher. “Awe, what’s the matter, Mister. J?” My hands hit the surface of it, but he doesn’t flinch. Too bad. My (Y/H/C) hair flows down my shoulder and some of his “Damaged” tattoo. “Ah said uh machine gun.. not an abduction, Doll–” I cut him off by placing my finger against his red lips and said:

“Shh, Billy Boy… Momma didn’t say you could talk, did I?”

A growl sounded in his throat and I giggled, almost falling to the floor of how humorous I thought this to be. I thought: “I’m soo dead”, knowing I’d be punished severely after this.  "So what? Ya gonna kill me, Sweets?“ He asked, “Of course, but not until after I’m done playing with you” I giggle. “Say ‘ahh’..” I mocked, jamming the belt in his mouth, “I wouldn’t wanna break those sexy silver teeth uh yours… when the juice hits your brain”.

[Should I continue…]

The Garden and the God - Part 1

It was dark night. A dark, noisy night like so many he had seen on that dumb planet, in that realm of chaos and oddities. It was inhabited by people who were easy to manipulate, weak minds like children’s, and who for some time had given him the illusion of getting something full of greatness, something glorious. And wrong.

He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply,  and turned his back at the enormous stained-glass window that was directly on the frenzy of the night streets. He coughed with a shiver. Every time he forgot the dry air he breathed in that huge building where he had been leaded after the end of those tragic events, and where he lived for a year now. 

The Stark Tower. A gigantic finger made of steel and glass, pointing straight to the sky, full of lights, laboratories, corridors and rooms. And people. Many of whom did not love him, distrusted him, and even feared to speak to him. In the Stark Tower everything was automated and technologically advanced: the doors opened with mysterious hidden buttons, the lights had strange reflections and even the comfortable common rooms, tastefully furnished, hiding ultra-modern gadgets that he hated and found them completely useless.

He had spent several months to get used to that setting that made him uncomfortable and so far from his reality, but for how much effort he did, he would never have been able to understand the contraption that filtered all the air, and returned it dry, clean and with a vague smell of disinfectant he badly tolerated, and forced him to cough. He let a thoughtful look run over his large desk that was soon filled with books, papers and pens; he had everything he wanted in that fistful of nice and comfortable rooms where he lived, so a careless look would never have known that that was his golden cage.

He could go out, attend the vast library, get new experiences in the common lounges, but he was not allowed to leave the building and every time he moved from one area to another, he had to do some sort of report to a metal voice in a microphone, an invisible figure called Jarvis, so Stark and his friends always knew where he was. He looked back out of the window, but instead of seeing sparkling lights, skyscrapers, and tiny cars in a row fifty-eight floors down below, his reflection in the glass attracted his attention. He hated what had become his life, he hated the fact that he could only blame himself, and he hated to admit it, in silence, with himself. He stared into the clear glass, his face with an almost somber expression. The black long hair just past her shoulders, high forehead, the sculpted cheekbones. And then those eyes. Even the deep black of the night sky was unable to suffocate the intense green of his gaze. An unnamed green, deep, vibrant, of an almost painful beauty.

Still he recognized the man of that reflection?

Loki Laufeyson, God of Mischief and Liars, Prince of Asgard and son …

He hit a fist on the glass to stop his thoughts and walked away from the window with a grimace of anger, as if the window itself was guilty for this feeling of being void and prisoner. He lay down on the bed stretching his long legs: the comfortable black trousers accompanied that movement with a delicate silky swish. He crossed his hands behind his neck and stared at the ceiling. It was better if he tried to sleep, he had to stop with his stupid fixation of late reading and grinding sad thoughts. But there was that dream …

That dream that persecuted him for weeks, if not months, and the last thing he wanted was to get back to it, to live it …

Loki P.O.V 

The light. It always started with the blinding, beautiful light that I knew well. It was the light that was driving me. It was so wonderful to be there, surrounded by that warm golden light. I also knew the scent of those delicate plants, wet ferns and blooming flowers that accompanied my every step.

I knew immediately where I was and my last remnant of conscience had twisted to wake up. “No!!”

The golden light sprang like a hug and warmed my heart like never before. Somewhere, among the hedges, the sound of running water seemed to me the laugh of  a little girl. I decided to move forward, while a strange sweet sadness grabbed my heart…


“Loki, have you done? Hurry up, Tony asked to talk to you and you’re doing everything to be late! ”

Loki glanced cold at the stinging voice that had spoken to him, then returned to sipping his glass of orange juice.

“Tell the Tin Man that I’m not the dog that runs under his command …” he growled, abruptly move away the beefy blond man who had appeared to him “…nor you are my watchman!”.

The other snorted: he was clearly unhappy with the delay Loki deliberately accumulated.

“Do not always be so dramatic, little brother. I do not know what he have in mind, but … by the wind!!… he just asked to talk to you!”

Something in those words was clashing into the ears of the God of Mischief, which jumped like under the whip. Thor did not call him “little brother” since he had twelve winters and was trying to emulate his prodigious strength as he laughed at his childish attempts. A wave of painful memories began to roar in his mind, but he was a God, in the name of the Hells!…and he would turn those demons back to where they had crawled. He shrugged his jaw and poured his anger into a tight muscle. He stiffened and decided to act as if nothing happened: never and ever would let Thor notice his old wounds. He raised an eyebrow and passed it over with his panther walk.

“Oh, let’s go then!” he said with a grin amused “Let’s hear what gave birth the keen mind of the Tin Man!”

Thor stood for a moment to look his brother walks away, and suddenly he began to worry because he knew how little they loved each other, and that morning Loki seemed less accommodative than usual. Tony Stark also discovered it, later, when he saw him, in his studio, that immensely green look planted on him,…tall, slender but strong, dressed in black leather, and a simple dark green shirt. The only detail he had kept of his old garments was the thick leather-made arm guards, adorned with golden metal plates.

“How did you get in?”                                                                                                            

Loki chuckled.

“Not many can boast of have caught me by surprise, Stark …” he said “And you do not make the exception.”

He stepped back a few steps and crossed his arms over his chest.

“What do you want?”

Stark stood up, walked around his desk and stopped to pour half a glass from a bottle of orange liquid. “I suppose you do not want anything to drink, as usual.”

He noticed the disgusted expression of the young God as he looked at his light drink: to see him always so reserved, so damn rational, and reluctant to loosen his iron self-control, increased his frustration.

Loki had the ability to make him feel like one of those bullies that hid his own fragilities behind a glass,… which even himself had thought, several time, and which had almost a fistfight with Rogers, who accused him  of the same thing.

That glimmer of truth burned like an open wound…

“It’s been a year since you’re here, boy, I hope it’s been enough time to think about your deeds.”

Loki was silent, motionless, his jaw clenched and a fierce anger in his cold green stare.

He watched the man, who was walking up and down the room: he noticed that he never looked directly at him and actually, it seemed that he did not want to get too much close.

‘You are a coward, Stark, a big, arrogant coward!’ he thought.

“I have plans for you, Loki.” he announced with a smile, “I thought and evaluated this thing very calmly, … the last thing I want to do is the big bullshit to put a murderess in my house, but I’ve been thinking a lot and I made a decision. ”

He took a sip and looked at last the God of Mischief straight in the eyes.

“I want to give you the chance to join our team and work with us.”


Part 2

Obsessive - Part 14

Its ‘The morning after’, whatever happened to the person watching The Reader and Juice sleep?

(This will be multi parts so check back for my next installment. As always, if you want to be notified of my updates just let me know and I will message you when I post new chapters)

**Disclaimer: I do not suffer from OCD so I cannot begin to imagine what it is like. Any and everything that I am writing is what I’ve learned from people I know and the internet as well as asking advice from friends who know more about it than me. If anything is wrong or inaccurate of someone with OCD, please excuse my ignorance, as I said I am asking questions to help with the descriptions but I’m sure I will get something wrong eventually.

Juice Ortiz x Reader

(GIF isn’t mine)

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When you woke up the next morning to the alarm buzzer going off, you heard the shower on in the bathroom and the sounds of the pattering water told you someone was already inside. You lifted your head to see that Juice was no longer in your bed, but his smell lingered on the sheets where he had slept. Smiling, you giggled at the fact that you had shared a bed last night, even if nothing happened, AND he kissed you, and you kissed him back. Your heart fluttered as you replayed that kiss in your head and you buried your face in the pillow, the biggest smile you’ve ever worn on your face as you quietly squealed with excitement and glee.

After your momentary celebration, you hopped up, throwing on a tee shirt and jeans to go to work and checking your phone. You had a missed call from Bobby so you walked out of your room while you rang him back and just as Bobby answered your call, you saw someone stand up from the corner of your eye. You screamed, jumping to face the person in your periphery while you could clearly hear that Bobby had been startled as well. Juice came running into the hallway with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. 

Apparently, and unbeknownst to you, Juice had brought one of the prospects inside to sit while he took a shower, and when you walked into the room, the prospect stood to greet you, only to be greeted himself by your startled shrieking.

“(Y/N)?! What happened?!” Bobby’s concerned voice yelled into the phone. Your hand was clutched over your heart as you gave a relieved sigh. Juice stood behind you as you stared at the prospect and began to answer Bobby who was frantically saying your name over and over again, “One of the prospects was inside and I didn’t expect him to be. He startled me that’s all,” you chuckled and Bobby growled. “You almost gave me a heart attack! Don’t scream like that unless you’re dying, kid.” he scolded you and you mouthed an ‘I’m sorry’ to the prospect who nodded and sat back down at your dining room table. You turned around to talk to Bobby back in your room and you met Juice face to…well… naked chest.

Your jaw dropped at the sight of him and he looked as though he suddenly remembered he was completely unclothed except for his towel as he swallowed hard and nodded at you as a sort of ‘Are you ok?’ gesture. In response, you returned a nod. You had forgotten about the phone as you stared back at Juice, your eyes wandering down his body to gaze over his chest and abdominal muscles. Juice followed your gaze, looking down at his own body while you took in the sight of him. Jesus Christ he’s fine, you thought to yourself, allowing your mind to get lost in his body for a moment before Bobby’s voice snapped you out of it again, “(Y/N)? You there?” he asked and you nodded before realizing he couldn’t hear that and stammering, “Y-yeah I’m good. Sorry just still startled,” you lied and Bobby chuckled then, “I called you this morning to tell you to take the day off, (Y/N). I looked over the books from yesterday and you did a good job on them, I won’t need your help today.”

“Oh ok,” you spoke with surprise, “Well I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then,” you spoke, Juice watching you intently as you finished up your conversation with Bobby.

You shoved the phone in your pocket and looked up at the perfectly in-shape beautiful man before you, “I’m off today,” you sighed with a smile of relief on your face.

“Great,” Juice responded to you with a smile himself. Facing the prospect at the table he spoke to him, “You guys can go home for the day, get some sleep and be back here before sundown,” he told the large spectacled man who nodded and walked out the door. Juice turned his attention back to you, “About last night…” he trailed off and you shook your head, “My lips are sealed, Juicey.” you reassured him as he blew out a sigh of relief, “I just don’t want them to know that I fell asleep last night when I was supposed to stay awake,” he continued and you realized that he was just going to pretend like the kiss didn’t happen at all, so you nodded, albeit a bit solemnly, in reply to him.

Juice could tell you were saddened by his complete dismissal of last night’s events and in an attempt to make it up to you, he began to speak again, “Well since I ended up sleeping yesterday during the day and last night there’s no way I’m going to be able to sleep today. So…. do you wanna go do something?” he asked and you tried to hide your excitement.
“Sure,” you grinned and he took a step back, “Let me get changed and we can head out and get breakfast at the diner,” he said walking away down the hall. Your luck was really looking up. A night and a day being spent with the man of your dreams. Awesome.

You took a deep breath and leaned against the wall, your heart still pounding from the fright Phil the prospect had given you when your mind wandered to the incident with the door the night before.

Juice peeked his head back around the corner, this time with boxers and jeans on, “Oh, I forgot,” he called out to you, “Chibs texted me, he wants Tara to look at your stitches so I’ll take you to St. Thomas today too,” he said and you walked to your room to put shoes on, deciding to keep your memory from early this morning to yourself.

Request: True Love - Part 6

Request: I would like one about Juice and me meeting and falling in love and eventually getting married.

y/b/n - your brother’s name; y/n - your name

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: mentions of OCD, depression, abusive relationship, self-confidence, self-esteem issues

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5

Originally posted by soaimagines

Y/N’s POV

I cuddled with up Juice in bed, breathing his scent in. I felt safe in his embrace, his hand slowly caressing my back. I don’t know why, but I suddenly began to tell him about my childhood and ex-boyfriend. I had thought I would never found love in my life, but then I met Steve, my ex, and I lived for him, tried to be the perfect girlfriend, changed for him, I did everything in my power for him. However, it didn’t seem to be enough, I wasn’t enough. He made sure I knew that, getting frustrated and yelling every time something displeased him. As it wasn’t enough, I found out he was cheating on me and it broke my heart in a million pieces. Y/B/N took me in his apartment and protected me even more from the world. We were alone, bubby and I.

“I’m sorry this happened to you”, Juice whispered, kissing my forehead, “I got you now babe”

—————

I fell asleep, and when I woke up, Juice wasn’t there. I found him in the kitchen, cooking. He made eat and waited as I took a shower and got dressed, and then he drove me to my brother’s office. I assured him I would be fine and watched his bike disappear on the traffic. I entered the office and my brother rushed to meet me.

“How are you?”, Y/B/N asked, watching me closely as I let my purse on my desk.

“I’m fine”, I answered, “Juice just dropped me off here”

“You talked to him”, it wasn’t a question, but I nodded and looked at my brother.

“I appreciate you let him see me”, I squeezed my hands together, trying to calm down, “We’re fine and, as you saw, Juice truly cares about me”

“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m sorry if I disappointed you, but-“, my brother walked toward me, “I love you and I will always protect you, want the best for you. I had to talk to him, I had to know if…”

“I know Y/B/N”, I cut him off, “And I know it will be hard for you to accept Juice, but he’s good for me”

“Yeah, I see that”, Y/B/N admitted and opened his arms. I walked into his embrace, feeling him hug me tight, “You’re in love”

“Yes, I’m in love with Juice, bubby”, I smiled, “And he makes me happy”

Months later…

My brother had accepted my relationship; Y/B/N had assured me he would always be there for me and I knew it was true. Him and Juice weren’t best friends, but began to treat each other with respect; my brother had even gone to a Samcro party and reluctantly admitted he had had a good time. I still had my moments of doubt, but Juice was there to take my hand, pull me to his safe embrace and tell me he loved me just the way I was. It was a two way street; Juice needed that assurance too and we were beating the odds together.  

We would celebrate our seventh month together soon and Juice was already planning a romantic night. He said we should go out and have a nice dinner. I couldn’t say no and I thought it was cute; Juice was different from every guy I’ve ever met, he was one of the kind.

Venus thought I should get a new dress for the dinner and though I had said no, she took me with her to the mall, saying it wouldn’t hurt try on a few dresses. Spend time with her was always fun, but I was feeling kinda weird that day and by the time we entered the second store, I was definitely not fine. Venus got worried, made me sit down and brought me water. I hadn’t had a proper breakfast and thought it could be the reason or I was getting sick, but when I mentioned it to Venus she caressed my cheek and whispered, “I don’t think it’s a flu or something darling”

It took me a moment to fully understand what she meant, but then, I couldn’t believe it, “We had been careful Venus, I don’t think…”

“It is possible honey”, she offered me a sympathetic smile, “I think you should do a test, just to be sure”

I nodded, still stunned with the idea of being pregnant and let Venus take me to a pharmacy where we bought a test. We got back to Venus’s house and I held the test on my trembling hands as she closed the bathroom door and said she would be on the kitchen making tea.

I couldn’t wait in the bathroom, so I paced around the kitchen as Venus watched me. I was a coward and she had to look at the stick to tell me the result. I knew what she would say when I looked at her and felt nausea again as the words left her lips, “You’re pregnant Y/N”

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I asked Venus to keep the secret. I didn’t know how to tell Juice he would be a father, or my brother he would be a uncle. She also backed me up for a couple days when I decided to avoid Juice because I was too nervous to even look at him, I would cry if I did. However, I couldn’t wait any longer, I had to tell him and face whatever would happen with us.

I saw Jax and Tig busy at the garage and nobody was at the bar when I entered the clubhouse. Juice should be in his bedroom and I walked toward there, but Chibs’ voice made me stop by the door outside.

“Are you sure Juicy?”, the Scot asked, sounding concerned.

“Yes, I am”, Juice answered.

“Good luck boy”, Chibs whistled, “Y/N doesn’t have a clue about this”

“No, she doesn’t”, my boyfriend affirmed, “I hope everything turns out fine”

I didn’t stay to listen more or talk to Juice, I just ran out of that place and drove back to my apartment. I had overheard enough; Juice was hiding something from me, and to me, it sounded like he was planning to break up with me. What else could it be? He hoped everything would be fine, he didn’t actually want to hurt me, but…I felt dizzy and stopped the car, resting my forehead on the steering wheel. My phone started to buzz inside my purse and I growled as I grabbed it. My brother’s photo was on the screen. I couldn’t drive back home and he was the only one that could help me, so I answered the call.

“Y/N, where…”, Y/B/N started and I cut him off, whining on the phone.

“Bubby, can you come and pick me up?”

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His office wasn’t far from where I was and my brother met me in a few minutes. “What happened?”, he inquired, noticing I had been crying.

“I’m pregnant”, I blurted.

“What?”, Y/B/N was stunned, staring at me with big eyes and mouth open.

I spoke fast, telling him everything that had happened; shopping with Venus, the test and the conversation I had overheard between my boyfriend and Chibs. My brother was mad, I could see it. He told me to move to the passenger seat and took the place behind the wheel. I thought he would take me home, but when I noticed, we were back at TM.

“Y/B/N”, I begged, knowing he would confront Juice, “Please, let’s go home”

“No Y/N”, my brother barked as he hopped off the car, “He has to know and I won’t let him get out so easily”

Y/B/N marched toward the clubhouse, ignoring my protests as I followed him. Gemma, Jax and Opie were inside, my brother asked them where Juice was.

“Why?”, Gemma narrowed her eyes at Y/B/N who just passed by her, going to the back of the club. We both followed my brother, Jax and Opie behind us. Juice must have heard our voices and stepped outside his bedroom, his eyes lightning up when he saw me.

“Hey babe, what is happ-“, he couldn’t finish the sentence, Y/B/N was jumping on him. Juice took a backward step, escaping from the punch as Opie held my brother and Jax stood between them.

“What the hell is going on?”, the Samcro president demanded to know.

“Do you think you can seduce my sister and then leave her?”, my brother barked, trying to get rid of Opie’s grip, “I warned you before! You hurt her and I will kill you!”

“What are you talking about?”, Juice asked, colliding with Jax as he took a step forward, “I’m not leaving your sister!”

“Y/B/N, please”, I begged as Gemma hugged me and tried to pull me away from them.

“Tell him Y/N!”, my brother hissed, looking at me, “Tell him or I will!”

“What? Tell me what babe?”, Juice’s eyes were big as he stared at me, confused.

“Y/B/N…”, I cried once again. My brother growled and glared at Juice.

“She is pregnant!”, he yelled, “She is pregnant and was coming to tell you, but she heard you talking about leaving her”

“What?”, Juice had never looked away from me as my brother spoke. We were both heaving and Jax let him get closer to me. He squeezed my hands in his, looking for an answer on my eyes, “Is it true babe? Are you pregnant?”

“Yes”, I nodded, looking down at our hands together, “I’m sorry Juice”

“No babe, don’t be sorry”, he wiped the tears from my cheeks with his thumb, “This is great, the best thing you could tell me”

“It is?”, I whispered, suddenly feeling hopeful about us.

“Yes”, Juice gently held my chin, making me look at him. He was tearing up, “I’ve always wanted a family babe and I want it with you. I don’t know what you heard Y/N, but I’m not planning to leave you, never”

“I heard Chibs asking if you were sure”, I confessed, “He said I didn’t have a clue and you told him you hoped everything would be fine”

“Oh babe”, Juice sighed and kissed my hands, “It… It wasn’t supposed to be like this, I was planning to do it at our dinner, ask you…”, suddenly, he pulled back and got something on his pocket, then Juice knelt in front of me.

“Juice”, I whispered, completely astonished.

“I told you once babe, I’ve waited for you my whole life and I have no doubts I want to spend the rest of it with you”, he opened the box, showing me a beautiful ring, “Y/N, will marry me?”

Everybody was watching us, waiting. Opie had let my brother go and he was stunned as Juice proposed to me. I felt the tears running down my face as I nodded.

“Yes! Yes Juice, I will marry you”

Juice’s POV

Juice smiled, feeling his heart pound inside his chest as he slid the engagement ring on Y/N’s finger. She had said yes, the woman he loved would be his wife. Chibs had helped him to get the ring and he was playing to propose at their dinner. His brother thought it was too soon, but Juice couldn’t wait any longer, he wanted a life with Y/N. His heart was breaking when she arrived at the clubhouse, her brother yelling as she cried, but now, he couldn’t describe how happy was. He would marry Y/N and she was pregnant, carrying his child.

“I love you”, Juice whispered, holding Y/N close and resting a hand over her belly, “Both of you”

“I love you too”, she smiled and kissed him. Jax lightened the mood with his whistles and claps, cheering for his friends. Y/N blushed and looked at her brother. Gemma noticed it and told Jax and Opie to move, leaving them alone.

“I… I owe you an apology”, Y/B/N looked from his sister to Juice, holding out a hand for him.

“It’s okay man”, Juice shook his hand, “I would have done the same, but, as I said before, I won’t hurt your sister, ever”

“I know”, Y/N’s brother admitted and opened his arms to her, “Congratulations”

“Bubby!”, Y/N hugged her brother as Juice watched, smiling.

“Hey, let’s celebrate!”, Gemma called them, pulling Y/B/N with her to the bar. Juice and Y/N stayed behind, lovingly looking at each other. He touched her belly again, thinking about the baby growing inside and he couldn’t be more happier, he finally had found his old lady.

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Months later…

Y/N wanted to get married before her bump was too big, and though they had planned and tried to make it happen, she was already showing up, bump growing fast. Why? She was pregnant with twins. Juice was excited, already thinking about names and driving his wife to be crazy. They had moved in together, in a house Juice already had his eyes on for a long time; he couldn’t wait to get the nursery ready.

It was their wedding day and Juice was at the altar, waiting for Y/N. He was breathing deeply, trying to calm down, but it wouldn’t happen until the wedding band was on her finger and Y/N was officially Mrs Ortiz. Gemma rushed to her seat and signed for the music to start. Everybody got up and looked at the aisle, Juice held his breath and there she was, beautiful on her wedding dress. Y/B/N walked with his sister on the aisle and they just exchanged a meaningful look as Juice took Y/N’s hand in his.

“You’re so beautiful”, he whispered as Y/N smiled at him and they turned to the altar.

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He would remember every detail of that night forever, Juice thought as he slowly danced with his wife, her head resting against his shoulder.

“Is this really happening?”, he whispered, “This isn’t a dream, is it?”

“Yes, this is really happening my love”, Y/N pulled back to look at him, eyes sparkling as she put Juice’s hand over her belly, “It’s true”

Yes, it was and Juice knew the best was yet to come.

The End

@mwesterfeld1985 @cherieann-2001

Imagine you’re Happy’s Old Lady, and you two see who can last the longest without sex. *SMUT*

Originally posted by wakinguptheneighbours

WARNINGS: SMUT! LANGUAGE! Dirty Talk!!!!!


“Come her baby.” Happy growled and you smirked as you sat on his lap, his hands on your ass in a second, “I swear you two fuck like rabbits.” Tig grunted and you laughed, “We do not, I can go without sex.” You defended and Happy scuffed, “Yeah right Y/N, I can last so much longer than your ass.” He chuckled and you glared, “Wanna bet Old Man.” Happy held out his hand and you shook it as you climbed off of his lap.

“I put my money on Y/N.” Tig and Juice shouted and you smirked at your Old Man, “Oh there’s no way, my money’s on Hap.” Jax chuckled and you laughed, “Boys let’s not forget that your talking to the girl that was a 25 year old virgin before I met Hap, I so got this.” Happy cursed under his breath and Bobby looked at the man, “When did you loss it man?”

“Fuck…” Happy grunted, “Sixteen. Whatever I got this shit. You’re gonna be begging for my dick soon little girl.” He smirked and you rolled your eyes, “Yeah whatever you say big man.” You chuckled and walked away, swaying your hips more than usual.


“So what do I get if you crack.” You asked your Old Man the both of you eating lunch at a diner. It’s been a week since the bet and it wasn’t hard since Happy had a run so the both of you weren’t tempting each other. “What do you want?” He asked as he took some of your fries, letting the question roll around your brain, “I want …hmm… I want to fix the sun room.” You said and he raised an eyebrow, “Why?” You huffed and tossed a fry at him, “It’s what I want don’t ask questions.” Happy smiled and picked up the fry that you threw at him and ate it, “I want you to buy a whole bunch of lingerie and put on a little show.”

“You want me to do a fashion show.” You laughed and he tossed a fry at you making you laugh harder, “It’s what I want don’t ask questions.” He chuckled as you ate the fry, “Fine fine fine.” You smiled, “Well don’t think about that sun room to much cause you ain’t getting it girl.” Happy growled as he stood up with you, both of you having finished eating.

“Oh please, you’ll get sick of your hand and want something wetter soon.” You smiled and walked past Happy as he held the door open for you.


You were in a pair of lacy black panties and black cropped tank top, your legs carrying you out to the living room were you knew your Old Man was. You walked out and let out a sigh, “What are you wearing girl?” You heard him growl then turned to him, “It’s so hot in here, I’m just trying to be cool.” You informed and Happy took a chug of his beer as his eyes traveled your body, “Nah, I know what you’re trying to do.” He growled and you gasped, “I’m not doing anything babe.” Happy stood up and you contained the excitement, his hands pulling you close as if you were glued to his body, “I ain’t breakin’ little girl. I’m getting my show.”

“And I’m getting my room.” You hissed as you backed away with a humph.


Happy knew that you had a long day at work and one of your favorite stress relievers was having sex, so to see if you would crack he took a shower. “Hap?” You called tiredly as you went to the master room, sitting on the bed with a sigh, “Hey girl.” He said as he walked out of the bathroom, towel hung low on his hips, his v looking delicious as water dripped down his chiseled body. “How was work, “Uh…good…it was good.” You swallowed the drool that threatened to fall out of your lips. “You sure you look tired.” He said walking over to you his large hands pressing into your shoulders, massaging you, a loud moan leaving you.

“It was pretty rough.” You admitted and you put your head on his stomach with a sigh as he massaged your shoulders, “We’ve been together for a long time.” Happy nodded his head, “Yeah, seven years.” You suddenly pushed him away as you stood up, “Seven years is a long time to figure out what gets me going.” You went over to the bathroom and heard your husband groan, “Dammit.” You shouted from behind the door, “Sorry Happy but it ain’t happening. I still love you though.” Happy took off the towel with a growl, “Whatever.” He grumbled.


“So we’re on two weeks now.” You sighed to Tig and he laughed, “I’m dying.” You groaned as you put your head on the bar, the older man petting your head, “Don’t worry Y/N I have the perfect way to break him.”

It was hitting the three and a half week mark and you really hoped your plan would work as you pulled up into the lot on your new Harley, that Happy didn’t know you had. You never told him you had it, wanting to wait until it was his birthday, so you could spice things up but you wanted him to crack. You parked in your usual spot and noticed the guys looking at you quizzically, Happy wondering who the fuck would have the nerve to park in his Ladies spot. Removing your helmet you shook your curls before putting it on the handlebars, your jean clad leg swinging over. Currently you looked hot you weren’t gonna lie, you had ripped light blue jeans, and a black plunge neck crop top, black high heeled riding boots, and a really tight leather jacket to top it off.

You walked over to your Old Man with a swing to your hips, his eyes wide as he looked at you, “Hey boys, hey baby.” You said nonchalant as you pressed a quick kiss to the side of Happy’s lips, since he had a toothpick on the left side. “You uh…when the hell did you learn how to ride?” He asked you and you shrugged your shoulders, “Some time after your last birthday, I was gonna wait to show you on your birthday but there’s something wrong with my car.

“Why didn’t you call me I would’ve brought the tow?” He asked and you shrugged your shoulders, “It’s Friday, no need to work ya.” You said and he nodded as he believed you, “You look good.” He said as he lit up a cigarette, “Really you don’t think it’s to much?” You asked biting your lip since you knew that he liked that. “Nah nah, you look really good baby.” Happy told you then blew out some smoke.

“Yo Hap, I’ll take your weak ass in the ring!” Tig yelled and Happy’s head snapped to the other man, “What’d you just say?” He growled and you sighed, “He’s just teasing Hap.” You said knowing that would heat the fire, and it did as he stood up, “I’ll wipe the ring with your old ass.” He snapped and Tig laughed, “I am far from old, bet I could take care of Y/N’s sweet body just right.” He grinned and Happy pushed the man making everyone laugh, “Watch it Tig I wouldn’t push him he hasn’t had sex in like weeks, he’s edgy.”

“All of you can go suck my dick, I’ll take you in the ring.” Happy growled then turned to you, “Come on, I want a beer.” You went into his side, his arm over your shoulder as you went over to the club.


You grinned as your man went over to you, his body shining with sweat from the fight he won against Tig, “Oh you did so good Hap.” You went to hand him his rings and kutte but let out a shocked gasp as he lift you up by your thighs, your legs going around his waist, “You win, you’ll get your damn room, but right now I wanna fuck my wife.” With a sly grin you whispered in his ear, “Good, I missed that big cock of yours.” You heard him growl and he was quickly carrying you into the club back to his dorm.

Happy kicked the door closed, and you put his kutte on the hook beside you, Happy taking his rings putting them on quickly since he knew how you liked the cool metal against your skin. “Strip.” He growled when he set you down, and you obeyed, quickly stripping and practically running to the bed were you laid on your back, “Put your kutte on.” You breathed and he smirked and removed his wife beater then put on his kutte. You spread your legs, your hand going down to your already wet pussy, “Damn girl you’re always ready.” He growled as he licked his lips, and removed his belt, pushing his jeans down enough.

“On your hands and knees girl, I ain’t bein’ gentle.” You moaned as you turned around, a loud scream leaving you when he entered you quickly, heat rushing through you. “FUCK!” You screamed in pleasure, the feeling of being full after so long made your body buzz. “Please Happy fuck me. Please please please.” You moaned and Happy didn’t waist anytime pounding into you quickly and roughly, the head board smacking loudly.

“Missed this pussy so fucking bad.” You heard Happy growl from behind you, his thrusts fast, “All wet and tight just for my cock.” You nodded your head, “It’s all yours Happy, fuck!” You moaned but it turned to a gasp as he threw you on your back, suddenly wanting to see your face. His lips went to yours in a clash of teeth but you loved it’s roughness, your legs wrapping around him pulling him close. “Shit. Oh fuck me.” You gasped when he entered you again hard, before pulling out and slamming back into you, “Oh my god! Right there!” You screamed as you let your head fall back on the bed.

“You love my dick don’t you baby? Love when it’s fucking your tight pussy huh?” He growled against your neck before biting down making you hiss. “YES!” You screamed when he went harder hitting your g-spot head on, “I love it Happy! So much…fuck don’t stop!” You moaned, your head going to his neck, were you bit down hard making him groan. Your hands went to clutching at his kutte, as you kissed him, “I love you so much.” You breathed against his lips and he nodded, “I know baby.”

“Fuck.” He growled as he thrusted into you harder, his thrusts getting sloppier, their rhythm lost, “Cum for me girl. Come on Y/N let me see it.” He told you, his lips going to yours and his hand rubbing your clit making you moan. “Fuck baby cum. Yeah there you go girl.” He growled and you saw stars flashing through your eyes, his name leaving you in a loud scream as he rode out your orgasm. “Happy! Oh yes!” You moaned.

“Shit.” He growled as he came along with you, your walls wet and tight around you, making him groan as he spilled inside of you. “Damn I love you girl.” He breathed then removed the rest of his clothes, pulling you on his chest as he laid down.

“So why did you want to fix that old sun room?” He asked you and you smiled at him, “I think it would be a nice place for us to relax, when we grow old together.” A smile broke on Happy’s face, “Do I ever tell you how much I love you.”

AHHH! Look how cute he looks XD

#1 Do you want me to leave
#6 Talk to me
#15 I’m sick of being your secret

It had been the perfect weekend. Happy had showed up that Friday night. He was so stressed but after a beer and a nice dinner he was relaxed and you both enjoyed the weekend. No phones, no club, and no clothes. He was gone bright and early Monday morning. You hated when he did that, but you never said anything since you had a whole weekend with him. Walking into the kitchen you saw Happy had left his cell phone. Smiling you went to take a quick shower for you could take it to him. Putting on a pair of jean and a t-shirt. You hurried to the car.

You meet Happy when your car broke done one morning on the way to work. That morning you couldn’t be late to work. You had a meeting that could be very important to your future. When Happy heard you getting mad at the taxi service he offered to take you to work and of course wouldn’t take no for a answer. He picked you up that night and six months later you both are still enjoying each other.

Pulling up into the garage you saw Happy and a couple other guys sitting around some Picnic tables.
“We got company.” Tig said looking over toward you as you got out
Happy wasn’t paying attention till he heard your voice.
“Can I help you doll?” Tig said getting up and walking toward you.
“I’m here to see Happy.” You said looking toward him.
Jumping up Happy walked toward you. He wasn’t smiling and that shocked you because you had a smile on his face all weekend.
“How do you know Happy?” Tig asked
“He’s my..”
“Mechanic.” Happy finished for you.
“Mechanic?” You and Tig said at the same time.
“Is everything okay with the car?” He asked walked toward the hood
“Not really.” You said not believing this shit
“What’s wrong?” He asked
“Well, you left it broken and I’m here to tell you I’m finding a new mechanic.” You said not believing the attitude you had because this was not you.
“There is no need for that.”
“Of course there is. I mean you’re just my mechanic.”
Before anything else was said. A women walks out of the club with practically nothing on and waves over to Happy.
“See ya tonight Happy.” She yells as she gets into her car.
You had never felt worse. Remembering what you had on and was arguing with a man who couldn’t careless about you. You felt small and unwelcome and it was a feeling you wouldn’t wish on anyone.
“Do you want me to leave?” He asked when he saw your face.
“Nope. I’m leaving.” You had to leave before you started crying.
Watching you leave. It hadn’t hit him yet what this actually meant but it would.
“What the hell was that about?” Tig asked totally confused
“Nothing.” Happy said starting to walk away.
“That women is beautiful but she’s a little crazy.” Tig said laughing
The next thing anyone saw was Happy turning around and tackling Tig.
“Shut your fucking mouth about her.” Happy said as he grabbed Tig’s shirt.
“Hold up! What have I missed?”
Pushing Tig away Happy got on his bike and drove off.
“I’m thinking this isn’t about mechanics.” Tig said
“No shit. Should have let him kick your ass.” Chibs said shaking his head and walked away.

“How can I be so stupid.” You said to yourself
Not wanting to go home you drove and drove till you felt your stomach growl. Seeing a little diner that was opened you pulled in. While you were walking in Happy was on the phone with Juice trying to see if he could figure out where you went.
“She’s at a restaurant called Honey’s.”
“Thanks man.”
Juice didn’t ask why he was so worried about you. He knew Happy would talk when he was ready.

“How can I help you honey?”
“I’ll have a sweet tea and a cheeseburger and fries please.” You said softly
“You okay?”
“I’m fine.” You said smiling at her
“I can see in your eyes your hiding some heartache. You just relax and forget your problems for a while.” She was the nicest lady you had every meet.
As she walked away you looked around. The place was warm and had that feel like a cozy cabin.
“Here you go sweetie.” The women said sitting it down in front of you.
“I didn’t order this.”
“Honey’s milkshake can mend any broken heart. It’s on the house.”
“Thanks.” You said taking a drink.
The women turned and said the one word you couldn’t believe.
“Happy.”
You started chocking on your shake
“Sweetie you okay.”
“I’m fine. Can I get my food to go?”
“I’ll be joining her.” Happy said giving the still smiling women a hug.
“Good the poor girl is suffering from a broken heart. Having dinner with a good looking man like you should make it better.” She said as Happy has a seat
“I doubt it.” You said
“I’ll bring your usual.”
“Talk to me?” He said when she was gone
“About what?”
“What today was about?”
“Oh the part where you weren’t happy to see me or the part where I need a new mechanic?”
“I was happy to see you.”
You just laughed
“I’m serious Y/N.”
“Then what you’re embarrassed of me?”
“It’s not that.”
“I’m sick of being your secret. We been seeing each other for over six months and you can’t even say we are together. I can’t do it.”
“You don’t really belong in the club lifestyle babe.”
“I belong with you and isn’t that enough.”
Before anyone could say anything food was brought out.
“Can I get you anything else.”
“You could say hello to my old ladyY/N.” Happy said blowing you away

Welcome Home (A Sergio Ramos NSWF/NC17 fanfic)

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction, nothing is true. I don’t mean to disrespect or offend anybody. I’m not making any money out of this. Please don’t sue me.

WARNING!! THIS IS PROBABLY THE SMUTTIEST NASTIEST DIRTIEST FIC I HAVE EVER WRITTEN. It started as a prompt for a dom!Sergio fic with a daddy kink. Since It’s already so naughty I just decided to go big and not go home.

NSFW stands for Not Safe For Work. This fic is to be read in your own time, with a wall behind you. It’s really not for public reading.

If you still want to read… i hope you enjoy.


Welcome Home (A Sergio Ramos NSWF/NC17 fanfic)

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Request: True Love - Part 5

Request: I would like one about Juice and me meeting and falling in love and eventually getting married.

y/b/n - your brother’s name; y/n - your name

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: mentions of OCD, depression, abusive relationship, self-confidence, self-esteem issues

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Juice’s POV

He was waiting for her and Y/N came at the same hour, paper bag on her hands. Juice had texted her, invited Y/N for lunch and there they were, seated at the picnic table, having lunch together. She blushed when his brothers passed by them and smirked. Spend lunch break with Y/N was great, but he could see something was bothering her. At first, she didn’t want to talk about it, changing the subject, but after a few kisses Juice persuaded her to tell Y/B/N, her brother, wasn’t talking to her.

“Give him time Juice”, she sighed, caressing his cheek.

“Most people in Charming think like him, but he’s your brother and I don’t wanna see you sad”, Juice blurted, “Invite him to a party, he has to know us before decide he actually hate Samcro”

“You really are a good guy Juice”, Y/N smiled and pecked his lips, but said she would give her brother more time to process his twin sister dating an infamous biker.

Y/N’s POV

I hated that silence in our apartment and the office, my brother being just a coworker to me. We were so close and now he wasn’t talking to me because he thought my - I guess I could call Juice my boyfriend - boyfriend, was a bad person, the wrong man for me. I didn’t know if Juice was the one, but I was happy I had met him and wasn’t alone anymore.

Juice and I had our routine at lunch; we could go somewhere and have lunch together, or I could bring lunch and we ate it together at the clubhouse, or I would just hand his lunch, kiss him and rush back to the office. It was great and his friends had become my friends too, especially Venus, who was my best friend.

Days later, I got sick, and though I had gone to work, I didn’t feel I could go to the clubhouse and see Juice. I texted him, telling I had a cold and couldn’t see him that day, I would send someone with his lunch.

You don’t have to do it gorgeous, I’m fine. Do you need anything? Have you seen a doctor? Call me if you need anything.

I smiled at his text and sneezed again. My brother, who was looking for a file around the place, raised an eyebrow at me. I decided to make tea and walked to our kitchen, avoiding his worried glances. I took my time in the kitchen, drinking tea and trying to eat something, and when I got back to my desk, there were flowers over it.

“Someone just delivered them”, my brother talked to me for the first time in days, “You should take some medicine, you don’t look great”

I stood there, stunned, and watched him leave the office, probably to have lunch somewhere. I sighed and looked at the flowers, there was a card and it said:

Get well soon,

Love,

Juice

Juice’s POV

They had teased Juice enough for a day and were quiet, mouths full with food Chuck had made. His brothers thought amusing his concern about Y/N and the flowers he had sent, but he knew they liked her too and wanted the best for him. He was smiling to her text thanking him for the flowers when the prospect entered the clubhouse.

“Juice, someone is looking for you”, the boy said and shrugged when Juice asked who it was. Grunting, he walked outside and recognized the man waiting for him as Y/N’s brother.

“Juice?”, Y/B/N asked and Juice nodded, “I want to talk to you, about Y/N”

“What about her?”, Juice crossed his arms. He knew Y/B/N didn’t like him or his club and he didn’t want to hurt Y/N, but Juice wouldn’t let someone get between them.

“Do you care about her?”, Y/N’s brother asked.

“Yes”, Juice answered without even blink.

“I mean, really care about her”, Y/B/N raised an eyebrow, “Because, if you don’t, I suggest you back off right now, before she falls for you, before you can hurt her”

“I have no intention to hurt your sister”, Juice affirmed, “I know you don’t like me or my club, but believe me, I won’t hurt Y/N”

“I’m just trying to protect her”, Y/B/N said and Juice noticed he was just a concerned brother, “We came from an abusive home where Y/N never was beloved, where she wasn’t good enough. Her ex-boyfriend told her these same lies and made her believe she’s a problem. She will try to please you, be perfect for you… I can’t watch her go back to a bad place again when you break up because of her insecurities”

Juice clenched his jaw hard just with the thought of everything Y/N had been through. She was funny, smart, good for him, nice to his brothers, she definitely wasn’t a problem, “You have your reasons and right to be concerned about your sister, but… I won’t hurt her”

Y/B/N glared a Juice for a moment, both men studying each other. He seemed convinced somehow and nodded, “I hope not”. Y/N’s brother turned to leave and Juice noticed Gemma watching them at a safe distance, close enough to hear them.

“Wait”, she called Y/B/N and walked toward him. Juice didn’t stay to listen their conversation, whatever Gemma had to say, it wouldn’t be against him, he was sure.

Y/N’s POV

I forced myself to eat at least crackers and cheese and drink tea, I wasn’t hungry. I would wait until my brother came back from lunch, and then go home to sleep, my headache was unbearable. Eventually, Y/B/N came back and he stared at me, still standing close to the door.

“Here”, he walked to my desk, put a bag in front of me, “Your friends sent this, soup and other things to help with your cold”

“What?”, I had perfectly understood what he had said and I knew who my friends were, I only have one group of friends. What I couldn’t get was what was happening.

“Gemma and Chucky”, my brother grunted, already going to his own room.

“Were they outside? Why didn’t you let them in?”, I followed Y/B/N. I had a bad feeling and I wouldn’t let him go that easily.

“No”, he growled, turning around to face me again, “I went to their clubhouse, talked to your boyfriend, Gemma stopped me and told Chucky to prepare the food for you”

“What did you do Y/B/N?”, it was getting hard to breathe, “What did you say to Juice?”

“I had to know if he really cares about you”, my brother sighed, “If he doesn’t, then it’s better to back off before you get hurt”

“Unbelievable”, I walked backwards, “This isn’t your business, Juice and I are fine”

“Y/N…”, my brother called me but I was already grabbing my purse and running out of the office. I was heaving and my mouth was dry. I was also tearing up, I needed Juice but I couldn’t go see him. I took a cab and asked the driver to drop me at the apartment. I fumbled with the keys and started to sob as soon as I laid in my bed.

Juice was probably thinking the worst of me, a girl who needed her brother to deal with her problems. I knew Gemma and Venus, strong women who didn’t take shit from anyone. Jax and Opie’s old ladies had kids, jobs and houses to worry about. All of them had their places on the club, knew how to deal with that life and be there for their men. I was just a little girl compared to them and Juice needed someone strong by his side. I didn’t know what he had seen in me, but it didn’t matter anymore, he would realize I was a waste of time. It had been great, but it was over, I wasn’t good enough for him.

Juice’s POV

Y/N wasn’t answering his calls or texts and Juice knew she was at work, but he was getting worried; she was sick and he didn’t know if her brother had talked to her or not. Gemma had told him to give both time. He laid down in bed, but couldn’t sleep, wondering how Y/N was, what she was doing, who she was with…

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On the next morning, Juice told Gemma he would be late for work; she just sighed and dismissed him with a wave. He hopped onto his bike and drove to Y/N’s apartment; a doorman called her brother to let him enter the building. Y/B/N was waiting for him at the door, hands on his pockets.

“What are you doing here?”, he asked, but not defensive like the day before. Actually, he looked tired.

“Your sister isn’t answering my calls or texts”, Juice answered, peering inside the apartment.

“She isn’t opening her bedroom door either”, Y/B/N stepped aside to let Juice enter the place. He followed Y/N’s brother until her room and knocked on the door.

“Y/N”, Juice called and listened closely, waiting for steps or the door opening, “Y/N, it’s me babe, open the door”

“What are you doing here Juice?”, her voice seemed muffled and Juice pictured Y/N laying on the bed, eyes red from crying.

“You haven’t answered my calls, I need to know you’re okay”, he rested a hand on the door, ready to beg if he had to.

“I’m fine”, Y/N voice was shaky, breaking Juice’s heart.

“You’re not fine babe”, he sighed, “I know you’re not. Please, open the door, let’s talk”

Juice heard what seemed to be Y/N getting up and walking to the door, her voice was clear when she spoke again, “Is Y/B/N there?”

“Yes, I’m here”, her brother answered.

“You can go to work”, Y/N told him, “I’ll be fine”

“Y/N…”, Y/B/N said, but she cut him off.

“Go to work”, her sigh through the door told Juice she was tired and worse than he had imagined, “I want to talk to Juice alone”

“Okay”, her brother clenched his jaw hard and nodded, turning to Juice, “Call me when you’re done talking, if she needs anything, if anything happens…”

“I will”, Juice assured him and watched the man walk away. He waited until Y/B/N leave the apartment and knocked on the door again. It took a moment, but Y/N opened it. Her hair was up in a ponytail, she was wearing pink sweatpants and a shirt and her eyes were red from crying, “Oh babe”

Juice pulled Y/N to his embrace, holding her tight as she started to cry again. He gently stroked her hair until she calm down. Y/N pulled back, not looking in his eyes as she wiped the tears on her cheeks.

“What do you wanna talk about?”, she whispered, passing by him and walking to the kitchen.

“Y/N, please, look at me babe”, Juice begged, following Y/N around while she made coffee, “What happened?”, she didn’t answer, “Did you argue with your brother again?”, silence, “Is this because he went to see me?”, silence, “Listen babe, I’m not your ex-boyfriend, he was so wrong…”

“What do you know about my ex-boyfriend?”, Y/N snapped, creasing her brow.

“Your brother told me about him”, Juice took Y/N’s hands in his, “Your ex is an idiot who doesn’t know how to treat, worship the woman he has by his side. I know you have bad things on your past and they haunt you, I have them too babe”

“I’m not worth Juice, I’m a problem”, Y/N looked down at their hands together, “How would you want anything with me?”

“Stop it! You are worth and you’re not a problem Y/N”, Juice kissed her forehead, feeling Y/N tremble under his touch, “If you are, then I am too. I’ve never met my dad or have a family, I have OCD and I’m not good alone babe, the voices get too loud, I can’t breathe, I can’t think”

“Juice”, Y/N brought his hands to her lips, gently kissing them, “You need someone better than me”

“No, I don’t”, Juice protested, lifting Y/N and carrying her back to the bedroom, “I need you, just you”

Juice laid in bed with her, snuggling, holding Y/N tight on his arms. She turned around, nuzzling on his chest, “I don’t deserve you Juice. Why are you still here?”

He kissed the top of her head, smoothing down Y/N’s beautiful hair, “Why wouldn’t I be here babe? I’ve waited for you my whole life” 

To be continued…

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