samcro soa


Requested One-Shot ft. Jax Teller

Originally posted by karladahmer

You stared at the ceiling of the clubhouse, waiting for the Sons to get back. Being the teenage daughter of a member of SAMCRO wasn’t all it cracked up to be, especially when they were preparing for a lockdown.

After what seemed like hours, the roar of engines broke the silence and you pushed yourself up from the couch, heading outside to greet your father. They all looked stressed to hell when you wandered over, but your dad quickly rearranged his expression to give you a huge grin when he noticed you standing there.

“What’re ya doin’ here, Lass?” He asked, throwing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you in for a hug. You shrugged him off like any bratty teenager would, but flashed him a smile. “I was gonna pick ye up later on.” He told you.

You rolled your eyes, noticing somebody else in the process. Jackson Teller - the subject of your teenage fantasies. You blushed a little when he saw you looking and flashed you a cocky smirk and a wink in your direction.

You slowly turned your attention back to your dad, who had followed your gaze. His eyes narrowed as he put two-and-two together, realising why your face had turned a revealing shade of pink, your blush deepening now you’d been caught out.

“Crap.” You muttered as your father smirked, rolling a cigarette between his teeth.

“Got yerself a boyfriend, there?” He teased, nudging you in the rib with his elbow. Your hands flew up to hide your face, embarrassment setting in. You dreaded to think how badly he’d embarrass you later on once he’d had a drink.

“Dad.” You said seriously, composing yourself and putting on the best stern voice you could muster up. “Please. Don’t.” You said warningly. Your father shook his head and held his hands up.

“Fine.” He promised. “Ye won’t hear a peep from me.” He told you, which made you sigh a breath of relief. He put his arm around your shoulders again, guiding you toward the clubhouse.

“Thanks.” You replied. You were surprised your dad was being so reasonable. Usually he’d tease the shit out of you for something like this. He shrugged before flashing you a wicked grin.

“But I’m not makin’ any promises from the rest of the lads.” He said, laughing at your horrified expression before running into the clubhouse to tell everyone about your little crush.

02. Crafty

May Writing Prompts

Happy Lowman/Reader

Happy and Juice crept quietly around the house, guns held high and at the ready as they tried to be as silent as possible, anticipating an attack.

“Is all this really necessary, Hap?” Juice whispered as they rounded a corner. “I mean, it’s the two of us against one of her…”

Don’t underestimate her, kid,” Happy growled, eyes darting all over, “She’s fucking crafty.”

“What the hell do you thin—AAGH!”

The two Sons started shooting wildly when a dark blur jumped down in front of them out of nowhere, initiating fire.

“GodDAMN, little girl!” Happy yelled, pulling his soaked shirt away from his abs. “The roof?! Are you fucking serious?”

Y/N cackled as she aimed her water gun at her Old Man again, squirting him a few more times in the chest. Juice sputtered at Happy’s side, having received a face full of water himself.

“Gotcha, boo!” She giggled before skipping away. “Catch me if you can, Old Man!”

They watched her in disbelief and a little awe.

“‘Crafty’, he says,” Juice mimicked, “‘Don’t underestimate her’, he says. You failed to mention fucking crazy and competitive as hell, Hap!”

Hap held up his water gun and threw Juice a manic grin, a wicked gleam in his eye, “That’s my girl!”

He took off running after his Ol’ Lady, determined to soak that pretty little white shirt of hers before the game was up.

I can’t find where I found the prompts and I am SO sorry! If anyone knows, can they tag the person for credit?

Request: Can I get an imagine with Tig where Im his old lady and we’ve been apart for a while for whatever reason, and it gets smutty?

Sexy Tiggy guys! 😉

Warning: Smut, smut, and more smut!


Two months. That is the amount of time you had been away from your old man, and you almost couldn’t bare it any longer. It was a tough time for SAMCRO, and this run had taken longer than expected, with a lot of problems along the way.

You were sitting at the bar in the clubhouse, much like you did most days the past two months since Tig had been on the run. You were swirling your favorite drink around in the cup when Tara set next to you. “What are you doin’ here? You asked her.

“You didn’t hear?” she asked and continued when she noticed your quizzical look, “The guys are coming home today, Y/N. Tig is coming home.”

“Holy shit,” you said, smiling widely, “That’s awesome.”

She laughed, “they should be here soon.”

You were swelling with excitement at the news Tara had just delivered. Your heart jumped over the moon when you heard the sound of bikes pulling into the lot. You walked outside alongside Tara, who was just as excited for Jax to be home.

Tig’s face lit up when he laid eyes on you, and he realized just how much he had missed you while he was gone. You ran straight into his arms as soon as he was off of his bike and kissed him with all of the built up passion from the two months apart. Ending the kiss, you asked, “Why in the hell didn’t you tell me you were coming home?”

He laughed and slung his arm around you, “I wanted to surprise ya, baby, be romantic and shit.”

You rolled your eyes and giggled before whispering, “Why don’t you show me just how romantic you are?”

You screamed as he threw you over his shoulder and ran with you through the crowd of SOA members and their families, earning whistles from all of the guys.

No time was wasted when Tig got you in his apartment. He immediately threw you on the bed and stood back, looking at you. “What are you looking at?” you asked.

He sighed, “Just takin’ it all in. It’s been a while.”

You raised up, grabbing him by his belt buckle and began to undo it, “There’s no time for talking, Mr. Trager.”

He smirked as he watched you pull his pants and underwear down, revealing his already bulging erection. He leaned down to kiss you as you rubbed your hand up and down repeatedly, making Tig growl as you picked up pace. He took your hands and pushed you back onto the bed before slowly sliding your pants off.

“mmm, someone’s already ready for me aren’t ya baby?” he asked, referring to your already wet underwear.

“Mhmm,” you mumbled as he hooked his fingers in your panties and slid them down.

“I missed you so much,” he told you, placing wet kisses up your left leg until he reached your core. You moaned as he slowly rubbed his tongue along your folds. He started out slowly but picked up speed when you bucked your hips and tangled your hands in his curls. You reached your release with a loud groan before pulling Tig’s face up to yours and kissing him hard.

“Oh Tiggy,” you moaned as he positioned himself at your opening before entering you quickly, each thrust with more emotion than the next. Tig groaned as you ran your fingernails down his back, surely leaving marks behind. He reached his release shortly after, continuing to thrust until you reached your as well. Tig kissed you before moving to lay down next to you, pulling you on top of him.

“God I love you Y/N,” he told you, running his nails up and down your arm in a soothing manner.

“I love you too, Alex.”

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! ❤



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

Originally posted by karladahmer


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

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz


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

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz


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

Originally posted by codenamekaraortiz


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

Originally posted by lolsthecatgifs


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

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz

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