mg;chibs telford

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! ❤

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lassie p. 2 [chibs telford]

highly requested part 2 of this imagine

NO WARNINGS

Originally posted by insubordinatesaint

It had been weeks since Chibs had been out of the hospital. Juice let you crash at his place until you could find another place to stay, as you were no longer living with Chibs. You found it hard to leave the house, fearing that you would see him somewhere. After meeting his wife, you weren’t sure you could face him without exploding, either in anger or grief. Juice was understanding, and he always got you whatever you needed, whether it was food or hygiene. He was used to having you around now, and he liked having the company. You kept the house clean and homemade food in the fridge for him when he came home.

He kept you updated, usually let you know what was happening over breakfast, which was usually a bowl of cereal on the couch, because you couldn’t bring yourself to get out of bed. “How is he doing?” Juice finished the bite of his cereal. 

“He’s good. He’s been asking about you, wants to know if he can stop by.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Juice sighed. “You know, he was going to tell you about Fi and Kerrianne, he was just worried it would ruin things with you.”

“Looks like he was right.” He didn’t respond, just finished his cereal, stood up and grabbed his kutte from the hooks on the door. “Juice, tell Chibs I’m coming by the house to pick up some stuff. I don’t want to see him, though.” He nodded and snatched his keys, leaving you in silence.

Sometimes the solitude in Juice’s house was comforting, and other times the only thing you wanted was another body with you. You wanted Chibs more than anything, but how could you forget the sting you felt when you met her? She was so surprised, and so unaware, unsuspecting. How could you be with a man that had a wife? You weren’t sure of the answer, and you probably never would be, but for now, you would just have to focus on getting over him.

-

Chibs was there when you arrived. You cursed, but continued up to the house. When you walked up to the front door, you just stepped in, and there he was. His hair was slicked back, his eyes were bloodshot, but when he saw you, you were all he could look at. He smiled, his fingers clenching around his beer bottle on the kitchen table. “I’m just here to get my stuff.”

He nodded and took a sip of the beer. You stepped past him and walked to your- his bedroom. Chibs had his clothes strewn throughout with things piled up on the carpets and in the chair, on the ottoman at the end of the bed, it was a mess. You could hear him step into the room, and even though you tried to stop yourself, you turned to face him. “How long has it been since you’ve done laundry?”

“A week, maybe two.” You nodded and picked out your laundry basket from the closet, gathering all the dirty clothes from around the room. It was a start to getting over him, because you couldn’t avoid him for the rest of your life. “What are you doing?”

“Laundry.” You went to the machines and got everything ready. When the machine was running, you went back into your room and began gathering everything, packing what you could find. He was still standing there, watching you, trying to figure out what to say.

“Are we ever going to take about this, lass?”

“What is there to talk about?”

It was a rhetorical question, but he answered anyways. “We need to talk about us. What’s going to happen?”

“You have a wife. Nothing is going to happen.” You turned to him. He looked like he was going to cry, you wanted to comfort him, but you weren’t sure how. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

Chibs nodded. If he spoke, he would cry. He wanted to tell you, many times, but how was he supposed to bring that up? Jimmy had destroyed that relationship, he didn’t think he would see Fiona again, so he didn’t rush in telling you. “I wanted to, I just didn’t know when.” All you could do was nod. “We aren’t together anymore, Y/N. Please, we have to decide what we’re doing here.”

“I don’t even know what we’re doing, Chibs. You have no idea how much I want to forget this happened and be with you, but how can I do that? Every single time I see you or think about her, all I can feel is pain, all I want to do is scream. I don’t even want to get out of bed in the morning because of you! All I want is you, but I can’t get past myself.” Chibs gazed at you for a moment. Both of you were crying, unsure of what to do next, but you would never look away from him as long as you stood here. He would never look away from you, because the next thing he knew, you would be gone again, and he would be stuck in a vicious, destructive cycle.

Finally, he began to walk to you, stopped when you were chest to chest. “I’m not asking you to forget, love, just to forgive.” His hands reached up and cupped your cheeks, pulling you to him in a gentle kiss, his lips barely touching yours, unsure of how you would react. When you felt him, you couldn’t deny him. He was soft and passionate, but firm. He held you in place while the two of you kissed, until finally you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you. He moved his mouth away from yours, kissed your cheek and your jaw, then kissed just below your ear. “Can you forgive me, lassie?”

Cheeky

Request from the lovely @crystalbaby12 for a Jax x Reader based on the following prompt:

#78 - “I need you to be my girlfriend for about 5 minutes.”

Sorry I didn’t include both prompts that you originally asked for!!! Hope you still like it x

Originally posted by journeyslegend

A whistle catches your attention, Jax smiling widely at you from across the room. Getting up, you move over to him, eye brows raised in question.

“Last time I checked, I’m not a dog. My name will do if you need my attention.” He continues to grin as you eventually end up smiling, a common reaction when faced with the man you love.

“I always need your attention, darlin.” he flirts, the playful banter a daily occurrence for the two of you. Though you expect it’s harmless on his end, you can’t help but fall deeper and harder for him, him having no idea about your feelings.

“Doesn’t everyone?” you ask sarcastically, moving to stand beside him, the two of you watching as Gemma and some of the others set the table, a family dinner about to take place. You had of course been invited, Gemma loving you like her own, you and Jax being as close as can be since the two of you met each other four years ago.

“You know how you love me?” Your heart stops for a moment, until your mind catches up and realise he’s just talking platonically, your face flushing all the same. “I need you to do me a favour.”

“Is that so? What’s in it for me?” you question, lifting your bottle of beer to your lips, Jax watching you intently. He continues to smile at you, the look of pure adoration as clear as day to outsiders. But not to you.

“Can’t you just help me out of the goodness of your pretty, pretty heart? You wound me.“ He places his hand on his chest, faux offense on his face. Rolling your eyes, you nudge his body with your own, your skin tingling at the connection.

“What do you need?” You wait for him to respond, genuine curiosity on your face. You had no idea what he needed from you, but knowing Jax, it wouldn’t be simple.

“I need you to be my girlfriend for about five minutes.” The alcohol gets stuck in your throat at his request, an unattractive cough breaking out as you try to recompose yourself. Jax chuckles, shaking his head as he watches you with amusement, liking that he can catch you off guard after all this time.

“No way! I refuse to put myself through such torture.” you say, covering up for the fact that you’d actually love to be his girlfriend. Not just for five minutes, though. For a lot longer.

“You haven’t even heard my reasons yet!” he laughs, used to your stubborn behavior. He grabs your hand, his huge one covering your smaller one so perfectly, his skin warm and comforting as he leads you outside the back, the others not noticing as you slip away.

Once you’re outside, Jax pulls a cigarette from his pocket, offering you one in the process, you declining. “Those things’ll kill you, you know.”

“I’ve heard there’s quite a queue, they’ll have to get in line.” Jax jests, his lungs inhaling the nicotine before the smoke escapes from his lips, your fingers tightly gripping your bottle as you remind yourself to breathe.

“So, please entertain me. Why do you need me to fake date you? I’m sure you’re not short on potential candidates.” You hike yourself up onto the brick wall, your boots just about touching the floor.

“Straight to the point, as usual.” He takes a seat next to you, your thigh brushing his in such a delightful way. “My mom has invited some chick round, thinks we’d get on well.”

You feel like you’ve been punched in the gut, the thought of Jax with somebody else so painful even though you should be used to it by now, females seeming to be everywere he goes.

“You never know, you might like her. Your mom has good taste.” you encourage, trying to keep your expression as natural as possible, not wanting to let on how you really feel about this idea.

Jax shrugs, taking his last drag before throwing the stub to the floor, his eyes finding yours, you looking down from the intensity of his gaze. “Of course she has good taste. She’s been trying to hook us up for years.”

You smile into your lap, a red hot blush covering your cheeks as butterflies flutter in your stomach as Jax gauges your reaction.

“Is that so?” you challenge, the tension between the two of you rising as you look up at Jax, determined to hold his gaze as your faces stay only inches apart.

Jax hums in confirmation, his tongue running over his bottom lip. You break away, your eyes moving in front of you. His thigh moves from yours as he pushes himself off the wall, his body coming to stand in front of you as he pulls you up, you letting him.

“This is new.” you say as Jax pulls you closer to him, his hands resting on your back to keep you from moving away, not that you would. Nevertheless, you remain stiff, not wanting to make a move incase it’s too much.

Jax senses this, rolling his eyes dramatically, huffing as he leads your arms, placing them around his neck, his hands going back to where they were before as you’re pressed up against one another.

“Does that bother you?” he mumurs, the distance between you so small that even if he whispered, you’d hear it as clear as day. You shrug your shoulders shyly, your cheeks definitely a bright shade of red. “You’ve gotta get used to this if you wanna be convincing.”

You can’t control your change in moods as you realise Jax is only doing all of this so you’ll help him get rid of some chick, a sigh leaving your lips as you push at his chest, a confused expression on his face as he removes his grip from you, you stepping back to create distance.

“Is that all I’m useful for, hm? Helping you make excuses so your entourage backs off?” Jax goes to defend himself, you stopping him with your hand. “Save it, Jackson. Thanks for making it clear.”

“Making what clear? What are you talking about?” He grabs your wrist as you turn away, you snatching your arm back as if you’ve been burnt by his touch. He looks completely clueless as he studies you, you trying to compose yourself before you start blubbering in front of him.

“I’m talking about us!” you say, gesturing between the two of you. Sighing, you run your hand through your fringe, trying to think before you speak. “I get that I’m not enough for you, that all I’ll ever be is a friend. But really, asking me to be your girlfriend for five minutes before you drop me again? I’ll pass, thanks.”

“I didn’t think you’d mind! You’ve done it for me before-” Jax stops mid sentence, realisation hitting him in the face like a bus. You frown as he begins to smile, his tongue slipping out of his mouth slightly as he nods towards you. “You’re jealous aren’t you?”

You freeze for a moment, shock on your face, before you feign disgust. Scoffing, you cross your arms defensively. “You wish.”

“Don’t try and lie to me, don’t forget I know you better than anyone.” You curse under your breath as you realise you’ve stepped in a big pile of metaphorical dog shit, and you’re unable to see a way out of it. “You like me.”

“Obviously. You’re my best friend.” you say, trying to remain casual. Jax slowly moves closer to you, you moving backwards until you come into contact with the side of the house, the brick firm against your back. Jax continues to move as you stand, trapped, your palms sweaty due to your nerves.

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.” he teases, his hands being placed either side of your head as he boxes you in, his face hovering just above yours. “You like me, like me.

“What are you, twelve?” You keep your eyes focused on his, your anxiety almost getting the better of you. Your stomach flips when you see his gaze flick to your lips, you swallowing nervously.

He moves even closer to you, your eyes fluttering closed as he brushes his nose against yours, his breath fanning onto your lips. “I don’t hear any denial.”

“Just kiss me if you’re going to, you idiot.” You open your eyes quick enough to catch Jax with slight shock on his face, before you close them again at the feel of his lips upon yours. You grip his shirt in your fist as you enjoy the moment you’ve been dreaming about for years.

Jax sucks on your bottom lip teasingly, a moan erupting from inside of you. You’re embarrassed for a moment, that is until Jax moans in response, his hands sliding to your ass as he squeezes, lifting you up and pushing you against the brick.

“Guys-” Chibs’ voice interrupts the two of you, his sentence cut short as he sees how you’re occupied. He smirks, you red faced as Jax remains calm and collected. “Gemma is looking for you. No rush, though, take your time.”

He winks at the two of you before disappearing back inside, Jax still holding you as you wiggle to get down. Chuckling, Jax complies with your request, placing you carefully back on the floor. “Continue this later?”

You hum, slipping your fingers up his shirt, his skin warm as he flexes under your touch. Leaning up, you move to his ear, your hand drifting to the waistband of his boxers.

“We’ll see.” With that, you separate from him quickly, slipping back inside with a parting wink.

A/N - Longer than usual but I hope you guys liked it anyway! Xxx

Masterlist

Jax Teller

House of the Rising Sun Part I Part II

Love Game

Little Winston

Little Winston Part II

Papas Goods

The wait

Full Circle

Baby Mama

Skinny Love

Pre Travel Sickness

Drabble 62 and 75

Drabble 36 and 89

Drabble 92 and 101

Drabble 9, 14 and 15

Abel Teller (as a grown up of course)

Like his father

Juice Ortiz

Drabble 81 and 101

Drabble 2 and 7

Towel Man

Love and Adoration

Happy Lowman

Sing it Out

Baby it‘s still not due

Mrs Lowman

Badass Mrs. Lowman

Beautiful

Tell me you need me

Just the beginning

Drabble 18 and 3

Opie Winston

Drabble 63 and 80

Chibs Telford

Cool Momma

Tell me a secret lass

Time off

Tig Trager

Soup and Cuddles

New neighbors

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