juice x chibs

Sleeping Over

Combined request from two anon readers for a Jax x Reader using the following prompts:

#18 - “You’re warm, s'great for cuddling.“

#36 - “Woah, I never knew you had a tattoo!”

Originally posted by marip0sadahlia

Throwing yourself down on the couch, you yawn, the episodes of today wearing you out.

Pretty much all day you’d been helping Jax redecorate the house, him deciding he wanted a fresh start combined with the fact that Abel was dying for a race car bed, so why not just give him a whole new room?

You’re probably the strongest mother figure that Abel has, although yours and Jax’s relationship is only platonic. Of course, you’d love it to be more than that, but you’re not one to push, and Jax has been through more than enough these past few months.

The man himself appears from the hallway, smirking at you before lifting your legs up and sitting down on the couch, your limbs being draped across him. “Look at you, all worn out.”

“I have been helping you since eight this morning.” you remind him, your eyes flickering to the clock on the wall. “I’d say fourteen hours of work is more than long enough to tire anybody out.”

Jax whistles lowly, his head lolling back as he looks up at the ceiling, his hands moving soothingly up and down your legs. “I guess time flies when you’re having fun, babe.”

“Easy for you to say. I’m pretty sure half of your paint went in my hair.” Jax chuckles in response, your fingers pulling at the knotted strands that are splattered with blue pigment. “I should be going anyway.”

“Or, you could stay.” Jax suggests, your cheeks tickling pink as he turns on his pleading eyes and his charming smile. Pretending to think about it for a minute, you roll your eyes, nodding in acceptance.

“Guess it makes more sense, probably easier for you to put me through more slave labour if I stay the night.” Jax smiles at you, the sight seemingly more beautiful everytime you see it. “Is it alright if I take a quick shower?”

“Sure. We could take one together, you know, save water and all that.” he says, a smirk on your lips. Sitting up, you move your legs from his lap, tapping his cheek twice before standing.

“Keep dreaming, big boy.”

You walk through to the bedroom from the bathroom, humming a random tune as the smell of Jax covers you, the combination of his shower gel and his clothes that you’re currently wearing making you smell nothing but him. Moving to the mirror, you adjust the waistband of Jax’s sweatpants, running your fingers over the inked writing on your hip.

“Woah, never knew you had a tattoo.” You almost jump out of you skin as Jax speaks from the doorway, a smirk on his lips as you look over your shoulder.

“What can I say? I’m full of surprises.“ He shakes his head and smiles before stepping back and heading into the bathroom. “You still sleeping on the right side?”

The toilet flushes, followed by the running of the tap, before Jax reappears in the bedroom. “Yeah. Surprised you still remember.”

“Of course I do, I used to stop here all the time before you started being a dirty stop out.“ You tease, your heart clenching at the idea of Jax sleeping with other women. Many other women.

“Jealousy suits you, babe. You mind?“ he asks, gesturing to his shirt. You shake your head, trying to contain the flush that’s definitely crawling up your face as his toned physic comes into view. However, the knowing look in his eyes makes you think he’s already aware of the effect he has on you.

The two of you pull up the covers, slipping inside the sheets. For some people, sharing a bed with a male friend would be awkward, but for you and Jax, it was comfortable, normal.

Once he’s turned out the lights, Jax settles into the bed, the two of you facing one another, a barely there gap between your faces. “Thanks for today. Sometimes I wonder where I’d be without you.”

You smile within the moonlit room, Jax’s expression changing to a slightly more troubled one. The struggle and hurt is heavy within his eyes, the man in front of you having seen a lot more shit than most.

“Probably dead.” you deadpan, attempting to lighten the mood. You pat yourself on the back mentally when it works, Jax’s pink lips tugging up slightly. Rolling his eyes he turns onto his back, lifting his arm up and silently inviting you into him.

You comply - obviously - shifting to rest your head on his chest, his arm closing around you as you rest your palm on his chest. He sighs, content with your position, something about you just calming him like nothing else could.

“You’re warm. S'great for cuddling.” you whisper, Jax trailing his fingertips up and down your arm as you close your eyes, the melodic sound of his steady heart beat acting as your lullaby. He hums in response, a gentle kiss being placed on the top of your head.

“Abel loves having you around, you know.” Butterflies swarm your stomach at Jax’s words, your ears open and listening, your mouth not sure what to say. “So do I. Just feels right, like everything isn’t completely shit.”

“I like being here, feels like home.” you admit, placing a small, experimental kiss on Jax’s chest, his grip on your arm tightening encouragingly. Grinning to yourself, you wrap your arm around his torso, part of you wanting to see if anything progresses tomorrow and the other half wanting to stay here forever. “Goodnight, J.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” Jax says, holding you close within his arms, the two of you drifting into the best sleep you’ve had in ages.

A/N - Hope you liked this!! I wish I had me a Jax Teller 😭 maybe without the cheating😂 Check out my masterlist if you’re new, I write mainly SOA but also some SPN! Tomorrow’s imagine will be a Chibs x Reader! ❤


Charming… part 3

you can read part 1 here & part 2 here

The rest of the day went by fast and after diner Anna was tired and went to bed early.

You and Mike were sitting outside drinking a beer.

“You know Anna is going to find out if you keep reacting like you did today about a motorcycle.” You say to him.

“I just want to forget that part of my life.”

“Well she doesn’t know why you stopped riding. Till then she is going to keep asking. I’m surprised she didn’t ask anything about the blacked out tattoo you got.” You look at him and you can see he’s worried.

“I just… I just can’t tell her what happened. I can’t tell her I killed a man for that club. That you almost got killed because of them and that were making this trip because we have to run from them. I can’t tell her that.”

“I know Mike but you also can’t tell her anything. You have to give her a explanation. You know Anna she’s going to keep digging till she knows something.”

“I know.”

Both of you kept drinking your beer. Not saying anything to each other. Just looking to the stars on the sky above you.

It was a warm day. You were waiting outside for Gemma. You had some blue jeans on and a black tank top. With a letter brown jacket over it. Your bag was hanging from your shoulder. You were looking at your phone looking for some message saying Gemma was going to be late. Nothing you look to both sides of the street looking for something coming your way. A cars is coming your way. He doesn’t slow down and passes you. You started walking towards the TM. Your phone ringed and you saw you got a message from Gemma.

Can’t make it. I sended Tig to pick you up.

In the distance you heard the sound of a motor. You look towards it and you saw a Harley riding towards you. The person driving it looked alot like Tig. The bike comes closer. The sound getting louder and louder. The bike stopped in front of you and you were now 100% sure it was Tig. He looked towards you. You saw he was wearing a cut with the tags SON AT ARMS on his right side.

“Hello again.” He says with a smile. “Get on it we will be late.” He says handing you a helmet. You took it from him and putted it on your head. You were ready to get on the bike when you saw the back of his cut. SONS OF ANARCHY with the reaper under it and CALIFORNIA. You recognise the name right away. Mike’s old motor club was always in problems with them  so the name was not hard to recognise. You took a few deep breaths and got on the back of his bike. You needed this job. You needed the money to pay for the repairs so the 3 of you could leave as soon as possible. You were just going to stay away from the people of the club. You will try to be as invisible as possible.

“You can steady yourself with your hands on my waist.” Tig says  “I don’t bite if you don’t want too.”

You gave him a small chuckle. You rested your hands on his waist and he rides away.

After a few minutes Tig pulled up to the TM parking lot. He parked his bike next to the other bikes already parked. You got off his bike and got the helmet off. You looked towards the office and you saw Gemma leaving and started walking towards you.

Tig stepped from his bike. He looks towards you with a smile on his face. You handled the helmet to him. He hanged the helmets on the motor steering wheel.

“Tig they’re waiting for you in church.” Gemma says. Tig nods towards her and walks away towards another building. You looked at Gemma and you saw that she was studying your facial expression. “Come on. I will show you around the garage and explain what I need you to help me with.” You nod at her and both of you started walking towards the office.

After a hour you were helping Gemma making the invoice.

“I will be right back.” She says to you walking out of the office. Threw the window you saw several man walk out of the building on the other side of the parking lot. Two of the men you recognised. Tig and Juice. Gemma walked towards on of the men. They were talking about something and then both started walking towards the office. You looked back towards the papers in front of you.

“Y/N.” You looked up towards Gemma. “This is my husband Clay.” She says.

He was looking at you from head to to. “Nice to meet you.” You say to him with a smile. His cut said PRESIDENT.

He smiled at you. “Nice to meet you too.” He looked back to Gemma.  “I have to go I see you later.” and gives her a kiss. She nods her head towards him and she watches him leave the office. You saw Clay walk towards a another men. He had long blond hair.

“That’s my son.” Gemma says. You look immediately towards her. “Jax.. Tig and Juice you already know. The scott man with the scar on his face his Chibs.” You looked outside again. “The man next to Chibs is Bobby and there is Oppie.” She says. You saw another man come out of the building. You look towards her. She is looking at you liking she is waiting for an answer. You just give her a little smile. “Let’s get to work again.” She says after she wasn’t getting the reaction she wanted from you. You hear the motors start and leave the parking lot.

For the rest of the day she was keeping a close eye on you. She was pretty much making you nervous. You phone ranged and you saw on the caller ID Mike. You didn’t answer and just got to work again.

“Boyfriend?” Gemma says

“No. Happily single. Friend I’m traveling with.” You said to her.

“The one from yesterday?” She says quickly. You looked at her confused. “Tig saw you yesterday and he told me he saw you walking with a guy and a girl.”

You smiled and said. “Yes. They’re my traveling partners.”

She smiles at you and the sound of motors start to get louder and louder. Gemma stands from her seat and walks outside. 

“Hey Baby..” Gemma says towards Clay. “How did it go?”

“Could be worse.” Jax responds. “You have a new employee?” He says looking towards you.

“Yeah nice girl. Quite too.” Gemma says “And Tig.” Tig looks towards Gemma immediately. “She’s still single but I don’t think she’s into bikers!”

“Is that a challenge?” Tig says with a smile and starts walking towards the office.

The rest of the man just laugh and watch him walk towards you.

“I think she’s more into someone like Juice.” Gemma says. Juice looks towards Gemma and smiles.

“Hey..” You look up towards the voice and you saw Tig standing at the door frame looking towards you. “Is everything going okay?”

“Yeah it’s fine. It’s my first day so a lot of searching for the right papers.” You say with a smile.

“If you need help you can ask me.” Tig says his voice softer than before.

“Come on Tiggy, we have to work.” a man with scottish accent says behind him.

He pulls Tig of his way and walk into the office. “Hi lad’s, I’m Chibs.”

“Y/N.” You said to him.

“Nice to meet you.” He looks towards Tig again. “Tig come on. You have to help me with her car.”

Tig nobs towards him and walks behind him to garage.

The rest of the day passed pretty fast. All of the man come into the office to present them self. You laughed with Bobby and Jax. Juice was a little nervous but very sweet. Ans at the end the day you knew every one of them and what they did at the garage. They all gave you a little bit of their attention to you and when you had questions Tig and Chibs helped you with everything.

The day was over and when you were getting everything together to leave. Juice walked into the office.

“I will take you home.”

“Thank you Juice.” You said reaching for you phone. “But I can walk and I need a little bit of fresh hair.”

“I want to.” He says with a smile. You smiled back at him and both of you walked towards his bike. You looked to the entrance of the parking lot and you saw Mike walk towards it.

“I think I will walk.” You said to him. “My friend just came to pick me up.” He looks the same way you do and sees Mike in front of the entrance waiting for you.

“Well I will see you tomorrow than.” Juice says.

“See you tomorrow.” You said to him walking towards Mike.

“Weren’t you spoke to bring her home.” Tig says walking towards Juice.

Juice looked towards him. “Yeah but her friend just showed up.”

Tig looks towards you and Mike.

“Come on Tig.” Juice says. He nod his head and walks with Juice into the clubhouse.

A.N.: Heey. So what do you thing of the story till now? It’s the first time I write something for SAMCRO fanfiction. So pleace tell me what you think about it! 

Falling Into The Wrong Crowd-Part Four (Jax Teller x Reader)

Summary: The MC that tried to kill the girls has shown up at the Sons club house holding everyone hostage. The Sons except Jax do not know what is going on or who these people are. It’s going to become a messy problem.

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: Violence, abuse, blood, swearing, guns (it’s Sons Of Anarchy, what do you expect?)

“NO! PLEASE LET GO OF ME!” I screamed out in fear as I was dragged by my arms into the clubhouse.

Jax was hauled onto his feet before being grabbed By two men. He watched as I violently flailed on the floor. The skin on my wrists were turning red from the grip of the men dragging me through. The bar came into view as did many other people’s faces. They pushed me onto the floor, my head hitting it harshly. Looking up through teary eyes I saw the Sons backed away from the MC, their faces all displaying horror; and the girls being held at gunpoint. Jax was shoved to join his gang.

“What a lovely reunion.” I heard a horrible, familiar voice.“We should have done this sooner.”

I was frozen on the ground, not wanting to see him, not wanting to see any of them.

“What are you guys doing here?” a man with white hair demanded to know. I hadn’t met him yet but I assumed he was Clay.

“Exterminating the problem.”

‘The Devoted Predators’, one of the worst MC’s around. They were know for not obeying their own laws, calling apart easily and not working well with others. They handled situations wrong causing trouble for other gangs around them. The club was made up of those who had been outcast from surrounding MC’s. We didn’t know that when we met them. Their name represented them well though, once they set their eyes on a target, they would get it; and that next target was us.

The president was Royce. Just Royce, no one knew his last name. He looked scary and was terrifying. His face was worn out with wrinkles, his greying beard scruffy and unkept. No one really knew where Rocye came from or what he had done but you could tell it wasn’t humane. He had assembled these men knowing that they wouldn’t have any regrets in their subconscious or care about the consequences. They could kill ten men without even blinking.

“Royce, leave us alone. We’re gone now, what use is there in coming after us?” Bea asked as she kept her eye on the member holding a gun to her.

“Oh Bea, you should know that we need to get rid of the problem before it gets bigger.” he chuckled.

“Don’t worry, he’s not going to have all the fun.” another voice spoke.

I felt like I couldn’t breathe. He was here. He was here and he was going to kill me.

“Zac.” I shakily breathed out.

He crouched in front of me, the same cocky smirk plastered on his face; I used to live it when he looked at me like that, it usually meant we weren’t going to get much sleep that night. His black hair was still quiffedd back as usual, dark, brown eyes staring me down. Any girl could fall for him, a classic bad, biker boy who could also be a sweetheart. But he was twisted, that should have been obvious from the start.

Zac’s hand went to the back of my head, yanking onto my hair to make me scream out. My neck felt like it was going to snap especially when he hauled me onto my feet with it. I tried to stop him, clawing at his hands but he slammed my head on the bar.

“STOP THIS!” Jax screamed.

“Oh, already got yourself a job here as a sweetbutt then?” Zac sneered.“Couldn’t get enough of the MC life, huh?”

“Jax, get back.” I heard Chibs warn him.

“Guys, don’t do this. This is just another mess you don’t want to clean up.” Tig calmly said.

“You don’t know how we do things round here.” Royce snarled.“These bitches will end up snitching again.”

“Don’t you think you would be in jail by now if we had?! We ran away so you could leave us alone!” Alex screamed as someone held her back from punching.

“You should know how we do things.” Chris snapped.

He was Zac’s best friend. We had grown close too, He had always promised to look after me if Zac couldn’t. However he was one of the guys who tortured me most. He loved watching my pain.

“You get away from me you sick bastard!” Alex pointed at him.

“You know you’re into that.” He licked his lips and raised an eyebrow.

“I know what you did to these girls.” Jax proclaimed.

“Jax, don’t get more involved.” Clay tried to break it up before it got messier.

“Shut him up!” Clay was punched in the face though he didn’t seem too phased by it. Royce stormed up to Jax.“What did they tell you?”

“You got them thrown in jail cause you snitched about the drugs so you wouldn’t take the fall. Because they started to reveal secrets about your club, you beat the shit out of (Y/N). You tried to kill her but they all got away.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Chibs asked in disbelief.

“We thought it was over.” Alex sighed.“There was no point telling you about it.”

“You think you would have mentioned something about the Devoted Predators!”

“Enough! None of this will matter soon.” Royce commanded.

“Please….it hurts.” I whimpered.

“Oh, I’m hurting you? Well you should be used to that!” Zac hissed, grabbing a fistful of my hair and using it to throw my across the room.

I stumbled back but managed to stay on my feet. Everyone watched me as I tried not to collapse. They all wanted to attack or start killing the bastards, it was just that no one knew the outcome of this. We didn’t know if their weapons outweighed ours. Royce stormed up to me as Sac chuckled. He was so close to me that I could feel his breath on my face. Everyone was silent, waiting to see what happened next.

“I think we should have a private talk. Chris, take her outside.”

Before I knew it Chris had thrown me over his shoulder causing everyone to erupt into protest. No one was making sense, I couldn’t hear their actual words as they shouted over each other. As we neared the door, I caught glimpses of a fight breaking out though it was all a blur. I screamed out for them but no one heard me. The breeze on my legs indicated that we were now outside and I started to hear gun shots in the club house. I had to get back there. I had to get away from Chris.

Kicking and punching him wasn’t doing much, only making it harder for him to walk. I took an extreme measure, biting down hard onto his ear, I could taste the blood as he screamed out. He threw me to the floor, clutching onto his ear that was bleeding profusely. I spat out the blood from my mouth, shocked and disturbed by my own actions.

“You fucking bitch!” he screamed out.

I didn’t care about how much my body was aching. I was filled with too much rage. Crying out as I sprinted towards him, I leapt onto him, using my body weight to take him down. He hit his head hard against the ground as I straddled him. This was it, this was my chance. Something came over me, something deep inside; I started to punch him in the face over and over. Although they weren’t particularly strong throws it took him by surprise and I was now at an advantage. His face was just a mess of blood now as well as my hands but that didn’t stop me.


“(Y/N), stop!” I heard Jax call but I ignored him.

He hauled me off of Chris who was now unconscious and held me in his lap on the floor. I was in hysterics, loudly crying. He shushed me as we rocked side to side and it was only then I realised that the sound of fighting had stopped.

“Shh, it’s over now.

I had no idea how long it had been since I attacked Chris but Jax was now helping me inside. We entered the clubhouse where dead members of the Devoted Predators were strewn across the room with only Zac and Royce alive (as well as Chris outside). My hands gripped onto Jax as he guided me through the clubhouse.

”(Y/N)!“ Frankie cried out as she ran over and engulfed me in her arms."Are you ok? Why is there blood all over your hands and mouth!?”

I didn’t answer her question. My main focus has been changed to Bea who was pointing a gun at Royce’s head. Stalking over towards them, I felt all the attention on me. I must have looked like a crazy person, cannibal almost. Bea noticed my presence but her postion didn’t falter. These so called men were cowering now that they were losing. For so long they tormented us and now it was our turn. Staring into Royce’s eyes, I felt all emotion leave my body.

“Just do it.”

It’s Nothing Serious

Chibs Telford x Reader

Summary: Your affair with Chibs wasn’t meant to be anything serious. But feelings can’t be controlled, and you can feel yourself falling for the Scot more and more. But your desperate attempt to make him jealous (with the help of a certain Juice Ortiz) doesn’t make things any easier.

Word Count: 3129


Your back was turned towards Chibs as you were doing up the buttons on your shirt, quietly nagging about the fact that some of them had popped off when Chibs had ripped off your shirt earlier.
“You didn’t complain earlier when I ripped it off,” He commented on your nagging, and you didn’t have to turn around to know what kind of smile he was wearing on his face right now.
“Oh, shut up.” You rolled your eyes, and started to rummage around the room to find your jeans. “Shit,” You cursed, “Where the hell is it?”
The Scot was still laying on the bed and watched you amusedly, before pulling out your jeans from behind a nightstand and handing it to you. “I think you’re searching for this,”
“Thanks,” You muttered, and put it on quickly. “God, I’m gonna be so late.”
“You’re gonna be fine, don’t worry,” Chibs responded, stretching lazily on the bed.

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Drive By

Jax x Reader where the reader gets shot but Jax has to leave her.

Originally posted by nikitassoul

As you’re talking to Gemma, you look around the room, a content smile on your lips. Everyone in the clubhouse makes up part of your family, and you couldn’t be happier to be part of such a wonderful, yet slightly psychotic, group of people. You wouldn’t change them for the world.

“I’m really glad he’s got you, sweetheart. There’s nobody else I’d rather have as my future daughter in law.” Gemma says, her hand rubbing your arm lovingly. Before you can respond, glass smashing fills your ears, loud continuous bangs adding to the sound.

“Everybody down!” Chibs roars, the people in the clubhouse dropping like flies, trying to find cover. Gemma pulls you down, your body paralysed with shock as the bullets continue to smash through the walls, eyes searching to find your boyfriend, wanting to know he’s okay.

You spot Jax crouched on the floor, his brows knitted in worry as his eyes find yours. He shakes out of Chibs’ grasp, swiftly yet skillfully making his way over to you, sheltering your body with his own as you grip his shirt, the warmth and scent of him calming you slightly.

After what feels like forever, the bullets stop, motorcycles revving as the shooters leave the lot, the sound getting further and further away before it eventually disappears from your hearing.

“Are you okay?” Jax asks, his hands cradling his face as he watches you with concern. You nod your head shakily, forcing a small smile, your body revving with adrenaline.

“Jax, her leg.” You frown in confusion as Gemma speaks, you and Jax both turning your attention to your leg, blood seeping through your jeans. The adrenaline wears off as you begin to feel your injury, your lower leg throbbing painfully.

“Jesus christ.” Jax pulls his knife from its case hanging from his waist, carefully cutting your jeans, his hands ripping the denim until your leg is freed. Without the barrier, blood begins to pour out of the bullet hole below your knee, your eyes scrunching closed as white hot pain floods through your whole body.

“Jackie boy,” You force yourself to open your eyes, your sight misty with tears as Chibs stands over Jax’s shoulder, the blonde haired biker completely focused on you. “Cops will be here, soon. Jarry said they’re gonna cuff us if there’s anymore shit this week.”

Gemma squeezes your hand reassuringly, your forehead sweating as you try to ignore the pulsing agony, Jax looking completely torn. “I can’t just leave her, Chibs. She’s been fucking shot!”

“Yes, you can.” you groan, pushing yourself to sit up properly. Jax shakes his head defiantly, but you speak before he get his words out. “You’ve gotta go, babe.”

“She’s right, darlin’. I’ll look after her, get her to St Thomas.” Gemma adds, knowing that no matter how much Jax wants to stay with you, he’s no good to anybody locked up. Jax looks between the three of you, his jaw locked in anger.

“Go, I’ll be fine.” Willing yourself not to cry, you try to adjust your leg, biting your lip so hard you can taste the blood. Sirens begin to sound in the distance, the other members coming to stand by Jackson, urgency on their faces.

“Fuck.” Jax curses, Gemma leaving your side to move to Jax’s position, fatigue beginning to slip over you, your head dizzy from the blood loss. “Look after her, mom.”

You rest your head on the wall behind you, closing your eyes yet trying to stay conscious. A pair of lips kiss your head, Jax’s aftershave filling your nostrils. You try to smile, forcing your eyes to open as you look up at your old man. “Be careful.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll come and see you as soon as I can.” he responds, stroking your cheek protectively. You nod, a tired smile on your lips as you do so.

You don’t realise that you’ve passed out until you come to in a hospital room, the smell of bleach almost burning your nose. You move your head to the side, the chair next to your temporary bed vacant, though voices can be heard outside the room.

You try to ignore the needle in your hand, the sight making your stomach turn as you shift your legs, a hiss leaving your lips as you do so. Fucking bullet.

The door opens, a sigh of relief leaving you at the sight of your boyfriend, the concern in his eyes unable to be missed. A gentle smile plays on his lips as he shuts the door behind him.

“Everything okay?” you ask, your voice slightly croaky as you talk. He nods in confirmation, his feet moving him over to your bedside as he leans down to kiss you, his fingertips moving your hair out of your face.

“M'sorry.” he says once he pulls away, sitting on the edge of your bed, your hand being held in his as he strokes your skin soothingly. You shush him, shaking your head, just happy he’s safe and well.“We dealt with the problem.”

“I’m sure you did.” you respond cheekily, squeezing his hand. He smirks, bringing your fingertips up to his mouth and kissing them individually. “How long was I out?”

“Couple hours. You lost a lot of blood, babe, but doc said you can come home tonight as long as you promise to rest.” You roll your eyes, the sound of lying in bed and doing nothing completely unappealing to you, especially since you know Jax won’t be home with you.

“So, no sex?” Jax chuckles, shaking his head at your antics. He runs his tongue across his lower lip, and you can just tell he’s thinking about the night before, the two of you completely tangled in one another as you reached sweet bliss over and over.

“I’m sure we can figure something out if you’re feeling needy, darlin’.” he says, cradling your face between his hands as he watches you, nothing but love in his eyes.

“I’m always needy for you, Teller.”

A/N - Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, thank you for your amazing support even through my mini break, it means the world. This was a bit of a random idea lol but hope you enjoyed! Xx

If I’d Only Known

Requested by @cherieann-2001

This was my favorite place to be, laying in Filip’s arms, my head on his chest. His hands gentle caressing my back, laying in bed together. No worries, no chaos surrounding us. “I think we should tell your brother about us.”

I raise me head looking at him. “Now?” I felt his body stiffen, the look in his eyes changing to hurt.

“I love you, I’m tired of sneaking around. We’ve been together for six months, are you ashamed of me?”

“No, of course not. I love you too. It’s just…my brother never approves of anyone I date. I may be older, but only by ten minutes, he’s always been my protector.  And you two are close…”  He pushed me away, getting out of bed.

“I want to come clean with my brother, I want you to get my crow. I want to tell Juice about us.”

“Filip…” He angrily got dressed, glaring at me.

“When you’re ready to be a grown up, let me known!” I watched him slam out of my bedroom. I knew he was right, hiding our relationship from Juan had been all me.

My fear that he wouldn’t approve and make me stop seeing Filip, the fear that it would cause problems between the two of them. I knew that Juan looked up to Filip, that he saw the man as a father figure

Rolling from the bed, I needed to go after Filip, and then find my brother.

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I’ve actually been reduced to trying to use Google translate to read new ChibsxJuice on ao3 because i’ve literally read every english story in current existence online, and this was just too obscure and hilarious not to blog.

“He still was not entirely certain about the intentions of the Scottish, but he was at the point Juice felt almost compelled to dare, and simply pushed his hand between her legs. Chibs instinctively closed his eyes, ready to suffer the wrath of man. However, this did not react so ‘violent’, and Juice took that as an affirmative response is that as permission and go ahead. Then moves his hand over his jeans Chibs, looking up just to see the man slowly licking his lips. That gesture gave the Puerto Rican a long shiver down my spine, but it did not stop him from continuing to move your fingers on the sex of Chibs, feeling it become harder and harder in response to its attention.”

Google translated excerpt from the italian fic Extremely Fuckable by Princess_Kurenai

Get Righ' With Me


Pairing: Chibs & Juice
Rated: M so far… will progress to MA - R
Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance
Words: 3318 WIP
Published: 10/12/2013
Status: In Progress

WIP Collaboration with my amazing friend. Chibs works out his relationship with Juice whilst trying to keep an eye on how the boy’s mental stability is slowly unravelling around them.

Please don’t forget to review <3 

Mo Leannan

Chibs x Reader where Chibs stands the reader up on their one year anniversary.

A/N - Mo leannan means my love/my sweetheart in Scottish Gaelic x

Originally posted by journeyslegend

You curse under your breath, promising to what ever God is out there, that if the moron outside doesn’t stop pissing you off, you’re not going to be responsible for your actions.

A further two minutes, and the banging continues. Slamming your book shut, you make a loud noise of agitation, stomping your way over to your bedroom window and throwing it open. “Stop throwing rocks at my house, you twat!”

“I will once you let me explain!” Chibs retorts, a small stone being tossed from one hand to the other. His ass is plonked comfortably on his Harley, his sunglasses over his eyes as he looks up at you, a slight smirk on his lips at your rage.

“Come back when Hell freezes over!” you shout, slamming your window shut forcefully, the vibration rumbling through your house. You close your eyes, breathing deeply as you try to calm yourself, your body shaking with anger.

“Fucking Scottish prick.” you mumble, another small boulder bouncing on the brickwork of your place. You knew he wouldn’t give up, that you’d eventually have to go down and talk to him before he started howling Gaelic love songs, but you’d be dammed if you didn’t leave him stewing for as long as you could manage.

You see, last night was yours and Chibs’ one year anniversary of being together. You hadn’t wanted to make a big deal, knowing that things with the club were hectic. However, your idiotic yet totally romantic boyfriend had told you he was taking you to your favourite restaurant in town, so who were you to deny him?

Wanting to look and feel your absolute best, you’d spent most of the day yesterday prepping and getting ready. Your hair was perfectly curled and your makeup as flawless as could be, the red lace dress you’d brought especially for the occasion adorning your figure. If only it hadn’t gone to waste.

You’d sat in your house, waiting ever so patiently, from seven pm to eleven pm, just waiting. Nothing. No phone call, no text. Nada.

By the time you’d took all your makeup off - well, mainly cried it off - it was around one in the morning, your phone bleeping loudly just as you’d curled up into your sheets.

Only, it wasn’t your apologetic boyfriend on the phone. No, no, no. It was your highly intoxicated boyfriend, who’d rang you to tell you he was going to stop at the clubhouse, the celebrations from locking down a difficult deal interfering with his inability to drive.

After you cussed him out and told him what a complete asshole he was, you’d ended the call and somehow fell asleep, waking up this morning to thirty seven missed calls, twenty eight messages and a heavy banging on your front door.

Pulling yourself back to the present, you decide to try and distract yourself, grabbing the basket of dirty clothes from your room and trudging down the stairs.

You almost jump out of your skin when you see Chibs leaning up against your washing machine. “How many times have I told you to lock the back door, love? You never know who might get in.”

“Thanks for the lecture. Now if you don’t mind, piss off.” You move around the kitchen, completely ignoring his presence, which is easier said than done when you can feel his eyes watching your every move.

“How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?” Chibs says softly, like he knows how easily you break when he sounds so down. “I’m an idiot, I know I am-”

“You can cut the whole ‘feeling sorry for yourself’ thing, because it’s not gonna work.” He sighs deeply from behind you as you aggressively scrub your cutlery clean, your eyes threatening to cloud over out of anger and frustration.

You throw the scrubbing brush into the bowl of soapy water, turning to face the man you wish you could dislike, your fingers gripping the wooden edge of the counter. “I sat here for hours, Filip. I was so excited to spend some proper time with you, and I just waited and waited-”

You place your head in your hands as your eyelashes dampen with tears, heavy breaths leaving your mouth as you try to control your emotions. A shuffle of feet sounds in the room before you feel calloused hands on your elbows, gripping gently, attempting to move your hands away from your face.

“M'so sorry, mo leannan.“ he whispers, his expression full of guilt as you let him pull your arms down, silent teardrops slipping down your cheeks. He wipes them away carefully, his hands cradling your face. “I fucked up, but I promise I’ll spend eternity making it up to you.“

You sniffle, looking down at the floor and refusing to meet his eyes. “It feels like I never see you anymore. I don’t want to lose you.”

He shushes you quietly, as his arms wrap around you and pull you into his warmth, you letting him as you rest your head on his shoulder. “You’re not gonna lose me, lass, I’ll never let you go.”

You don’t respond, instead choosing to snuggle in further to his chest as he rocks you slightly, eventually calming you down. “How about you go run a bath? I’ll be up with a cuppa in a few.”

“Get me something stronger, please.” you ask, pulling back and resting your hands on your boyfriends chest. You smile shyly, placing a soft kiss upon Chibs’ lips. “You gonna join me? The bath is big enough for two.”

“Aye, princess. Bit of wine and a cuddle sounds perfect to me.”

A/N - Hey guys! Hope you liked this, I wrote about half of it a while back and finished it a day or so ago :) not sure whether I’m going to post a dean winchester imagine or a happy lowman one next, I’ll see how it goes :) thanks for your support!!! Xxx

What you make of it

Originally posted by thegavelcorrupts

Hey :3 I’d like something with Juice from SOA. The readers brother is an asshole, who treat her like shit and is very aggressive. Her parents both died and he’s the only one left from her family, so she stays by him. One time they in public and he drives totally mad. Some of the sons see that and take her to the clubhouse to stay there. Juice falls in love for her. She’s pretty cold and impulsive but has a very good and loyal heart. :)

Juice x Reader
Father figure!Chibs x Reader

Words: 2044

“All I’m saying is she was very creative with her toothbrush.” Tig laughed as he leaned forward on the dinner table and waggled his eyebrows at Chibs who groaned and sat back drinking his own coffee.
“Something tells me that’s not all you’re going to be saying at all brother, I have no idea where you find these lass’.” He shook his head and returned his attention to his coffee. He was still sipping at his steaming drink when a car squealed into the car park.
“Look at this asshole.” Tig jerked his head to the window, his wild hair following the movement.
“Christ.” Chibs shook his head the idiot doing donuts in the carpark, “Some people haven’t got tha sense they were born with.”
“Amen brother.” Tig agreed and clinked his coffee cup with Chibs’ before taking a sip. He was willing to ignore the idiot outside in favour of staring at the busty waitress but when Chibs continued to glare out the window, Tig gave up on the idea.

“Come on, what is it?” Tig asked and focused his attention out the window again.
“Look,” Chibs advised and when the car spun around again he pointed quickly, “There! Theres a lass in that car trying to get out.”
“You’re shitting me.” Tig hissed and when Chibs shot up and was already out of the door, Tig swallowed the rest of his coffee, dropped money on the table, gave the busty waitress a wink and followed his brother outside.

Chibs was a smart man and a brave man, that being said, sometimes he could be very, very, stupid. Standing out in the carpark while the idiot was screeching around him, was one of those stupid times. The car skidded to a halt and the driver was already giving them a torrent of abuse when Chibs ripped open the passenger door and pulled you free.

The earth spun around you, all you knew was that a man who holding you but you couldn’t focus on his voice because your head was spinning and you were trying not to vomit all over this guy’s leathers. You could hear your brother screaming at someone, his eyes where reds and blazed from the drugs and another man in leathers with wild hair was screaming at him. The wild haired man pulled a gun from his waist band and aiming at your brother.
“Fuckin’ keep her!” He snarled and the tires screamed and your brother and the car were gone.

“You back to earth lass?” The man beside you asked, “I’m Chibs and this is Tig.”
“I don’t care the fuck you are.” You snapped making them both jump back, “What did you do that for?!”
“Oh yeah real grateful.” Tig snarked, “how about next time we leave you to it, hey doll?”
“Who asked you to get involved anyway?” You snapped again and crossed your arms over yourself. Tig went to speak again but Chibs raised his hand to quiet him and gestured to your defensive stance, he wanted to defuse the situation and get down to the root of it.

“Who was that?” Chibs asked you, his voice light and welcoming.
“What’s it to you?” You asked but all the venom that you had faded.
Chibs raised his hands in defence, “Absolutely nothing lass, but we’ve both got wee girls of our own and we wouldn’t want to see them with an arse like that.”
You kept your jumper folded around you and looked at your feet awkwardly, “Yeah, sorry. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome!” Tig chirped happily and slipped his gun back into his waist band, “But we should get out of here, some do-gooder has probably phoned the cops.”
“We’re going back to our mechanic yard,”Chibs advised, “You’re more than welcome to come back with us, I guess you’re going to be in a lot of trouble when your boyfriend catches up with you.”

You bit your lip, you knew that he was right; you would be in so much trouble if you got caught by Chase or any of his friends. You nodded your head and tucked your hair behind your ear, “He’s my brother.” You mumbled.
Tig pulled a face at the new information, “What’s your name kid?”
“Y/N.” You offered and shook both of their hands. Chibs gave you a fatherly smiled and gave your shoulder a reassuring pat before guiding you to his bike.
“Don’t worry,” Tig reassured you, “Gemma loved strays.”
He drove off before you could kick him from your position on the back of Chibs bike.


Luckily for you, Tig was right. Gemma did love strays and she immediately demanded that you stay with her and Clay. Clay liked you but that didn’t mean he wanted a stranger in his house, still you were right in your assumption that Gemma ruled the roost at home.

You worked at TM helping Gemma with paperwork and taking payments to pay your way and you were happy for it after not being able to keep a job for years due to your brother’s behaviour. The guys had learnt what they could from you about Chase and his would-be small time drug gang but you weren’t willing to give away too much since he was still your brother so they got the rest of the information from Unser.

The consensus was to keep the arsehole away from you because you made Gemma and the kids happy. And Juice. You made Juice very happy or distracted; it depended on who you asked. When you first met him, you didn’t get off to the best of starts. He’d introduced himself and asked if you were ‘the girl with the asshole brother’ and you’d asked him if he wanted you to rearrange his face.
Tig and Happy, who had been at the opposite end of the bar when it happened, bellowed with laughter as Juice’s face burnt red from embarrassment.

All of your interactions went the same way for the first few weeks of you staying around but eventually the sarcasm gave way to flirting and you found yourself grinning like crazy when you he text you pseudo-insulting messages.
The guys found it hilarious that Juice still got nervous around you and sought to embarrass him in front you all the time which turned in that adorable shade of red. The Sons were also happy that your brother hadn’t been in touch in all that time but Chibs, Happy and Juice where still supportive of you when spoke about how much you worried for your brother.
“Family is very important.” Happy agreed as he poured you both a shot, why he wanted to start drinking at 4pm you’d never know but you joined him regardless.
“He’s all the family that I’ve got.” You moped and took your shot in one.
Tig dropped himself down on the bar stool beside Chibs on your other side, “I disagree, family is what you make of it.”
“Here here, the most sense that he’s made all week.” Chibs laughed and lifted his shot glass in cheers, Happy refilled yours and you lifted it too before both downing it.
“You’ve got us.” Happy rasped, his large hand dropping on your shoulder before giving it a squeeze.

“Yeah, and your little Puerto Rican puppy over there.” Tig laughed and inclined his beer bottle towards Juice who sat on the other side of the Clubhouse with his headphones in furiously typing on his laptop.
Your cheeks burned and you knew that your blush must be furious, “What do you mean?” You asked hoping that it was convincing, you daren’t look up at any of them.
“We mean,” Chibs started, “That you have a Juice shaped shadow but you’re both too chicken shit to say anything to each other.”
You scowled at him but it did nothing to hide your embarrassment of being caught on your crush, it was hard. You and Juice hadn’t technically gotten far enough to have a label or decide if you even wanted one, if you had to call it anything you were ‘talking’.
You mumbled that you weren’t chicken shit and had another drink to distract you from their howling laughter which seemed to catch Juice’s attention. He took off his headphones and caught your eye which made you look down and your cheeks burn again and the guys laugh louder.
Juice gave Jax, who was sat next to him look at something on the laptop, a questioning look but Jax simply shrugged. They both gave you another look before focusing on the laptop.

“What’re they up to over there?” you asked the guys and they shrugged.
Always ready to cause trouble, Tig caught your arm and pulled you with him, “Let’s go find out.”
“What’re you two being sneaky for?” Tig asked as you approached them and when Juice tried to slam down the laptop lid you leaned over his shoulder and caught it bringing the screen back up.
None of them said anything as you read it.

“Don’t worry Y/N we won’t let-” Juice started but you cut him off.
“That bastard.” You hissed and pulled away from the group before storming off towards the dorm rooms. You settled on Juice’s room since he always let you use it and it was probably easier considering that he was following your shouting your name.

“Y/N, I’m sorry I didn’t want you to see that.” He apologised as she caught up to you and his hands came to the tops of your arms. You sniffed and wiped your eyes of the tears that threatened to fall before they could.
Shaking your head you tried to give him a small smile, “Don’t be sorry Juice, it’s not your fault. I’ve always known what he was like but I thought that we would always look out for one another.”
“I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” He promised and pulled you into his chest and holding you close. Your brother, out of everyone in the world, had put out a hit on you. He didn’t like that you hadn’t come running back and instead chose to stay with The Sons.

Two grand, he clearly didn’t value your life much.

You cuddled up against Juice’s chest as he started to sway you from side to side, gently at first before building up until you were both practically bending with each movement with the pair of you giggling. You slapped your hands playfully against his shoulder until he stopped and when he did you found yourself both breathing deeply and grinning.
you were close and when you looked up to catch his gaze he was inkling his head down and pressed his lips to yours. It wasn’t a romantic kiss, it was awkward and ill placed on your lips and it made you both fall away from each laughing before trying again. This time your stomach flipped as he kissed you, one hand finding your hair and the other oh your waist as you held onto his leathers.

You pulled away after a moment but stayed wrapped up in one another.
He gave you a cheeky smile, “So here’s the plan, me and the guys are going to have a word with your brother, let him know who he’s messing with. Then me and you are going to get a big bottle of vodka, a big pizza and go play games at mine.”
You grinning and gave him a small kiss on the tip of his nose, “That sounds perfect, you sure you can handle someone in your space making a mess.”
He looked thoughtful for a moment, “Only if it’s you.”

Sleeping Juicey

Juice imagine based on the request:

“Hi if the requests are open then Id like to make one 😊 Imagine Juice having a wet dream and waking you up to have sex. Im obsessed with your Juice smuts 😍”

Juice holds your hips as you ride him, your hair cascading down your back as your head is thrown back in pleasure. You feel so tight around him, and your hips move like no other.

“Fuck, (Y/N).” he moans, his body nearing closer to the edge as you clench around him. He thrusts to meet your movements, the feeling even more incredible.

As you come around him, he releases inside of you, his whole body feeling relief. You lean down, kissing him deeply on the lips, your body collapsing on top of his out of fatigue.

Juice’s eyes shoot open. He looks to his side, you sleeping peacefully beside him. It’s dark outside, his phone showing 2:43am when he checks it. He wipes his forehead, sweat on his brow from the heated dream he must’ve had.

He can feel the moisture in his boxers, the come he spewed whilst sleeping still damp in his underwear. He goes to the bathroom, throwing the dirty fabric into the hamper. He looks down, his cock still hard as he thinks of you, your pussy clenching around him, so warm and slick.

Groaning to himself, he knows he’s not getting to sleep anytime soon. He bites his lip, wondering whether you’d be pissed if he woke you up just to fuck.

He looks down at his aching shaft again, pumping it a few times in his hand, his head dropping back as his body is more sensitive than usual. He knows he has to have you, he just has to.

Sliding back into bed, completely naked, he moves over to you, slowly placing kisses on your exposed shoulder. You’re only wearing your underwear, you and Juice both liking the feel of the sheets against your skin.

You still don’t wake, his lips trailing down to your chest, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking on it gently, his tongue swirling around it. He hears you gasp slightly in your sleep, subconsciously turning to lie on your back, your legs spreading open. He feels his cock throbbing, knowing that even in your sleep you’re ready for him.

As he lightly nibbles on your hard bud, his hand slides down your stomach, your skin soft and warm under his touch. His hand slips into your panties, moving his fingers up and down your slit, his mind clouded with lust.

He straddles you, throwing the covers off the bed as he slides down, moving between your legs. He pulls down your underwear, discarding it somewhere on the floor, before he slips his arms around your thighs, pulling your heat close to his face.

And fuck, he can smell you. The smell of your excitement slipping into his senses, the smell driving him wild. He looks up to you, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth, your eyes shut.

He attaches his mouth to your core, his mouth suckling at your clit, a soft moan leaving your lips. He kisses your centre, his tongue making long strokes up and down your slit, darting slightly into your entrance. You grab his hair, having a wet dream of your own by the looks of things, as he drinks you and tastes you like you’re the last bit of water in the desert.

He moans into you, his face buried in your pussy as he licks and sucks, your juices on his face, in his mouth, sliding down his throat. He slips a finger into your entrance, your body accommodating him easily. You’re always so wet and so prepared, so desperate for his cock no matter when or where you are.

He adds another finger, curling them as he thrusts in and out, his tongue making figure eights on your clit.

“Juice…” you moan loudly, him looking up as your eyes still remain closed. Fuck, he needs to be inside of you now. Knowing that you’re dreaming about him, unaware that what you’re thinking of is actually happening, is so fucking sexy to him.

He moves him self to your side, slowly rolling you over. He spoons you, lifting up your leg as he moves his cock, finding your entrance.

He slips into you, you grabbing the pillow in your fist, moaning, and him shutting his eyes in relief, your walls squeezing his dick in all the right ways. He just stays there for a second, soaking in that first feeling of your soaking wet cunt.

He slowly starts to rock his hips, his long, hard cock moving in and out of you. He knows he won’t last too long, but fuck, he wants it to last forever. You continue to let out little gasps, moans, your juices leaking down his shaft and soaking him.

You slowly open your eyes, the movement around you bringing you to reality. You just had the best dream, even though you woke before you managed to come. It felt so real-

Your thoughts are stopped by the feeling of something sliding in and out of you. A hand on your thigh, a warm chest pressed against your back, you turn your head. You see Juice, his eyes watching his cock as it slides in and out of you. He looks up as you moan loudly, your voice laced with sleep as you do so. He attaches his mouth to yours, his lips working passionately with yours as he continues to sink himself into you.

You pull away, the two of you looking into each others eyes as he speeds up his hips, the bed shaking as he slams in and out of you. Your mouth is open, no sounds escaping as he fucks you with so much hunger, so animalistically, his balls slapping against your skin.

You turn your head, facing away from him, as you pull at the pillow case, your body heavy with ecstasy. He feels so good inside you, his hot breath on your neck as he quickly takes your pussy.

He keeps himself inside of you, turning you over so you’re on your knees, your head face down into your pillow as your hands grasp the material.

He grabs your hips, his cock driving even deeper into you in this position, your ass exposed to him completely. He pulls his shaft out of you, your body feeling empty, as he dips his finger into you once, pulling it back out and swirling the juices on your tight asshole.

You feel him slide back into you, a long moan leaving your mouth as he fills you up again. He drives into you, hitting your gspot with every thrust, his finger teasing your ass.

You bite the pillow as he pushes his finger into your puckered ass, the feeling of having something in both holes so fulfilling. He matches the thrusts of his finger with the thrusts of his shaft, your mouth leaking sounds of pleasure as he takes both your pussy and your asshole for his own.

You’re so so tight around his body, his cock throbbing as you clench around him, your asshole tight around his finger as he makes a promise to himself to plow your back entrance next time, his high on the brink as his mind is swarmed with thoughts of filling all of your holes.

“Juice!” You moan loudly, a warning that you’re going to come. He curls his finger, his cock still slamming into you, as you feel your body tip over the edge, your hands pulling onto the bedframe as you come. Your body convulses, the shattering orgasm completely overtaking you.

Your tight, clenching pussy pulls him to his own release, a deep groan leaving his lips as he pulls out, emptying himself all over your back. Ropes of thick come splatter all over your skin, his hand slowly pumping himself as he pants.

You feel him move from behind you, your body too tired to move. You feet a wet cloth on your back, Juice cleaning himself off your skin. Once he’s finished, he places the blankets on top of you, your body flopping onto it’s side.

He spoons you from behind, tangling his legs with yours as he holds you, your heart rate almost back to normal. He nuzzles into your neck, placing a kiss there, before you both slowly drift off to sleep, well fucked and well spent.

Originally posted by thatmansplayinggalaga

A/N - Wowwwww! This was so hot to write, I wrote it so quickly once I got it rolling lmao. Damn this was hot! Tell me if you like this sort of thing, and feel free to request too! Thank you for the person who requested this, and thank you all for reading. Hope you liked it! Xx

Adventurous Escapades

Reader x Happy get frisky at Lyla and Opie’s wedding ;)

Sitting at one of the tables at the wedding reception, the smile on your face is hard to remove.

Seeing your two good friends tie the knot was a beautiful thing. The ceremony itself had been lovely, and now, in true SAMCRO tradition, everyone was getting shit faced.

You take a sip from your drink, the orange juice reminding you that you’re going to have to lug your, probably very drunk, boyfriend home tonight.

Still smiling to yourself, you spot him from across the room, a grin plastered on his face. Your heart warms as you watch him laughing and joking with Tig and Chibs.

You love seeing him so relaxed, so loose in his environment, and with a life like this it wasn’t often that he could be like that. Little things like this, the simplest things, make you realise how much you love Happy, and how thankful you are that he’s in your life.

As Chibs and Tig walk over to the happy couple, you get up from your seat, walking over to your old man. He’s facing you, leaning against the bar, so he sees you coming before you reach him. He smiles at you, reaching his hand out for you, pulling you into his chest. He places his beer down beside him, locking his arms around your back.

“You alright?” He asks, a slight smell of alcohol on his breath. You nod, straightening the front of his leather jacket.

“What about you? You good?” You ask, looking up into his eyes. He watches you, his eyes breathing you in for a moment before he nods, placing a single kiss to your lips.

“Did I mention how beautiful you look?” You laugh, a giddy feeling still overcoming you anytime that he compliments you. His face lights up at the sound, your laugh being his favourite melody.

You pretend to think for a moment, humming. “Maybe once or twice.” You tease. In fact, Happy had told you how good you looked multiple times today. It was hard to focus in the ceremony with his hand on your thigh, his fingers rising higher up your dress, your mind cloudy as you had to stop his actions numerous times.

“Mhm, that’s cause you do.” He moves his head to your neck, your eyes fluttering closed as he leaves small kisses on your neck. He nips at the skin, sucking slightly, your body feeling hot as you grab his shirt in your fist. You subconsciously tilt your head to the side, exposing more of yourself for his lips to grace.

“Hap.” You pant quietly, as he sucks a particularly sensitive part of your skin. He groans into your skin, the small whisper of his name making his cock lunge in his pants.

“Come with me.” He says, pulling you by the wrist and leading you through the forest a few feet from the party. Your heart is racing, your panties wet with how urgently Happy is pulling you, how desperate he is for you. Just for you.

He pushes you back gently, your back hitting a hard surface behind you. You stable yourself, the bark on the tree rough under your fingers.

Happy pushes his hands into your hair, pulling your lips forcefully to meet his. Your hands slip under his shirt, his stomach toned and smooth as you dance your fingertips around. He pulls at your bottom lip, a small moan leaving your mouth as he gently sucks.

He almost growls, grabbing your hair firmly in his grasp and forcefully turning you around. He pushes your dress up, the somewhat chilly air meeting your core. You hold onto the tree, looking forward, as you hear the sound of a belt buckle being undone behind you.

Your emotions are on overdrive. The ball of want in the bottom of your stomach being driven by the thought of being caught, being so exposed out here in public for all to see, your loved ones being just a short distance away.

Your hair still being held in makeshift pony tail, you feel your pussy being exposed completely, the thin fabric torn away by your ravenous partner. You close your eyes as the breeze tickles your most intimate areas, the need to be touched driving you insane.

You feel his calloused fingers up your folds, only checking to see if you’re wet enough before you feel his hard cock at your entrance.

“Quiet now, or else there will be punishment when we get home. You understand, little girl?” His voice is deep, demanding, leaving no room for negotiation. You whine needing, nodding, as he slips into you.

Your mouth parts as your fingers dig into the tree, your head being pulled back as Happy savours the feeling of your warm, wet walls around him.

“Fuck.” You moan deeply, his hand coming up to silence you before you get too loud. He brings his lips to your ear, his movements still as you adjust around him.

“What did I say about being quiet? Hmm?” He questions you, pulling out of you before sinking back into you slowly, deeply. Your body is drowning in ecstasy, the feeling of your boyfriend inside you being one you could feel forever.

He keeps his hand on your mouth, light enough to let you breathe, as he beings to thrust in and out of you. His hips slam into yours, his movements quick and strong. You bite your lip painfully, trying to keep the sounds of pleasure from pouring out of your mouth as he pounds you from behind, your eyes rolling into your head as he hits your most sensitive point over and over again.

The way he moves, the hunger in his actions, is making this whole thing ten times more erotic. Your pussy is aching, knowing that you made him feel this way, feel this desperate and ravenous for his release.

You can hear your pussy squelching, his cock slamming in and out of you. You’re close to your high, his hand clamping tightly on your mouth, silencing your moans and screams of delight.

He feels your centre clenching around his shaft, his body knowing yours well, knowing you’re close to the edge. He keeps up his thrusts, his hand tightening on your hair as he exposes your neck, sucking on your sweet spot.

You feel like you can’t take it, your body desperate and crazy for orgasm.

When it hits, you bite Happy’s hand, your screams coming out as tiny squeals. Your body convulses, shaking as your vision is splattered with stars. The intensity of your orgasm is shattering, the feeling overtaking you as your boyfriend rides you through it, the feel of tightening around him enough to send his come deep up into you, thick ropes of his hot liquid spurting.

He removes his hand from your mouth, carefully pulling out of you as he watches his come ooze out of your pussy. He pulls up his clothes, buckling his pants as you stumble, trying to pull your underwear up, your body weak.

He chuckles at you, assisting you in making yourself presentable. He spins you around, pulling your lips to his again, his hands squeezing your waist as yours wrap around his neck.

“I love you.” You tell him, pulling away bringing your hands to slide down his chest.

“I love you too.” He repeats, kissing you on the forehead. Linking your hand with his, you both begin to walk back up to the party. “We should fuck outside more often.”

You smack him playfully on the arm, his face sporting a cheeky grin as you look at him.

“So that’s where you scuttled off to.” You both look up, a smug Tig Trager in your path. You groan, turning to bury your face into Happy’s chest. “A quickie in the woods.”

“We sure did.” Happy tells him, his tone mischevious and proud.

“At least invite me next time, guys. You know I hate feeling left out.” Laughing, you push Tig out the way, trying to smooth your hair down as you walk to the restroom. What an eventful night.

A/N - Hope you liked this! I wrote this so easily which was great, it all just sort of came together :) the next one probably be about the reader and one of the boys (not sure which yet) only being a few months into their relationship and he finds out she’s got depression. Thanks for reading :)

Originally posted by lowmans

Close To You

Jax Teller Imagine inspired by the song Close To You by Rihanna :)

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz

Nothing but a tear, that’s all for breakfast. Watching you pretend you’re unaffected You’re pulling our connections, expecting me to let you go, but I won’t.

You reached for his hand across the table, him snatching his back the second you connected. His stone cold, distant expression made your heart feel like it had been yanked out. You tried to see past the tears in your eyes; Why was he doing this? Why was he trying to hurt you so badly?

“I’m not giving up on you, Jax. I’m not giving up on us. Stop trying to push me away just because it’s the only thing you know how to do. Stop trying to shut me out because you think I’m going to leave or get taken from you.“

Standing up, you wiped your eyes, and took a deep breath. “I’m not going anywhere, whether you like it or not.”

Know you don’t need my protection, but I’m in love can’t blame me for checking. I love in your direction, hoping that the message goes, somewhere close, to you.

“I can’t believe you fucking did that, (Y/N)! You could’ve gotten killed! What were you thinking jumping in front of me like that?!” The pure frustration on his face made you smile, knowing that if things went differently five minutes ago, you would’ve never witnessed him being angry every again. You would’ve never witnessed him again. Full stop.

Quietly, you hopped off the counter, reaching your pissed off boyfriend in a few large strides. He let out a sigh as you placed each of your hands on either side of his face, meeting his lips with your own. Melting into you, his hands found their place on your hips, pulling you into him. The kiss was slow, passionate, loving, as you both tried to express what words couldn’t. Lightly tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck, you let the world dissolve around you, being so thankful that you both still had each other.

Like so close if they hurt you, you wouldn’t find out. If you let me I’d be there by now, close to you.

Opening the door, you come face to face with the love of your life. There he stood, eyes full of pain and clothes full of blood, tears dripping down his cheeks. His bottom lip quivered as you looked up at him. Reaching out and taking his hand in yours, you gently lead him inside your house, taking him to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later he’s sitting in your bath, his expression blank. A wash cloth in hand, you softly caress his skin, trying to cleanse him of tonight’s events. No amount of cleaning would do, everything he did and everything he saw would be with him forever.

No words were needed as you both lay in bed, his head on your chest and your fingers in his hair. He knew you would always love him, no matter what demons he carried with him. He knew you would always be there to defend him and protect him, to love him and cherish him when nobody else would. And selfishly, he was glad.

A/N - I hope you liked this! Feel free to send in requests for any of the boys! Thanks for reading :) x