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“Why wouldn’t I like you?”

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jake mckenzie appreciation week

    ↳ day seven : edit ?

Jax Request,

Hi can I request a jax imagine where his wife had a baby and has a new curvier shape with hips thick thighs that she loves but he hates cuz guys are giving her more attention they fight which leads to makeup sex after he embarrasses her

tw: smut, nsfw

Baby Mama

I approached the TM, baby carrier seat on my hand and a bag of muffins in the other. I first went through Gemma’s office to comply my mission of being here, Gemma wanted to have some time with her grandchild and I couldn’t deny how excited I was of spending some time off with my old man. I hadn’t finished opening the door when Gemma was already hovering over the two months old, he was babbling at the sight of his grandmother and I was smiling at the view of my beautiful baby looking so happy.

“How are you Thomas?” she said to the baby, holding him close to her chest and smiling big at him “And how’s the mama? You haven’t been here in a while” she said and I nodded.

“I’ve been crazy busy with the new house and getting Abel adjusted to the kinder garden” I said with a low voice and she nodded.

“Your body is looking amazing, mama.” She said and I laughed a bit, I loved the after birth figure but I didn’t think my old man appreciated it as much, at the end roughly three times in the last couple months we have had intimacy and I was craving for this day for ourselves “At what time do I have to pick up Abel?” she said taking me off my trance.

“Oh… 3.” I said and she looked at me with a knowing look “It’s nothing I swear” I said before hearing the roar of the Harley’s engines “I’ll pick him up at 8” I said while she smirked at me.

“I’ll take him to school tomorrow, don’t worry mama” she said and I just left the office to meet up with my old man.

I approached the guys and immediately put my hand around Jax’s body, he looked at me with a smile and kissed me softly in the lips. I could feel the guys looking at us and I separated from Jax to give them a clueless look, Jax tensed next to me before sending a glare to his brother and they all dispersed quickly. We both got inside the TM and I approached the guys, Jax following me close behind.

“I made muffins” I said and the guys cheered, if there was something I was great at cooking were my berry and chocolate muffins.

“This is so good lass” said Chibs before kissing me in the cheek, leaving some crumbs on me that Jax quickly took care off. Once again the weird glances just this time accompanied by a bunch on crumbs around their mouths, Jax gave them all a glare once again.

“Can y’all seriously stop” said Jax getting angrier.

“We are sorry, pres. We can’t exactly help it.” said Tig and I looked at Jax who went to poured himself a drink at the bar.

“What’s going on?” I said and they all guarded silence even Jax who had already his hands on a whisky bottle.

“Don’t act all clueless about it, sunshine. You know what you’re doing when you get out of the house dressed like that.” He said and I felt my blood boiling, I was wearing some jeans and a loose blue tank top, nothing revealing but even if I was he didn’t have the right to speak at me that way. I looked at all of them and nodded at Jackson before storming off the TM.

I got home in no time, and poured myself a glass of water to try and calm myself down. I heard the familiar sound of Jackson’s motorcycle arriving at the house and I expected him to come to the kitchen in no time but he took his time probably collecting his idiotic thoughts. I heard the door open and I knew he could see me from his spot on the living room, it wasn’t long before I felt his presence embracing me but I took a few steps further away from him.

“Darlin’” he said taking a step to get to me, he gently pulled my arm to make me look at him but I just moved my head to the side “I’m sorry, YN” he said but I still was still tensing at his touch. “I didn’t mean that”

“You talked to me like if I dressed like one of the CaraCara girls.” I said lowering my head but he moved it to make me look at him.

“I’m a jealous prick, darlin’. I’m sorry” he said and I nodded slowly, lowering my guard.

“You have nothing to be jealous about, Jax. You won’t even touch me why would anyone else do it?” I said in a whisper and I saw him lose his breath, he put his hand next to my head putting our foreheads together.

“Why would you even think that, baby? I love you so much, I love you so much I’m afraid of losing you” he said before kissing me softly, tears threating to spill from my eyes. “I’ve been distant but it’s not because of you, the club is going through some shit and I’m scared of losing you or Abel or Thomas.” He said “And now I have to add the fact that in any minute my own brothers will try to make a move on my beautiful wife”

“They’re your brothers, Jackson. They love you and respect you, plus it’s been already two years since the first time they met me and they haven’t made a move since that first night” I said and he smiled nodding at me.

“But now they see the wonders the pregnancy did to your body” he said before grabbing my lower half, lifting me to put me over the counter to start kissing my collarbone “Knocking you up seriously was a blessing” he said and I laughed “Giving me a beautiful baby and all this” he said grabbing my ass on his hands. He quickly took my pants off, kneeling in front of me before start kissing my inner thighs. “So beautiful” he said taking my panties off, he started kissing closer and closer before looking up to me smirking. I was in heaven right that moment.

“Oh, Jax” I said when I felt my orgasm built up.

“Let go for me baby girl” he said going even faster in between my thighs while I kept my hand buried in his blonde hair. “Let go baby” he said before licking me through my orgasm. I was panting heavily when I heard his buckle fall to the ground followed by his blue jeans that smirk still on his face, he pushed my legs open one more time and put himself in between them before sliding quickly into me, thrusting into me. “Oh fuck, babe” he said biting on my neck before burying his head in the curve of my neck before he came and I followed him closely after.

I took a few minutes to compose myself and reached out to grab my shirt and my underwear. “Done so fast?” he said and I raised my eyebrows at him “I thought I needed to make it up for all the time I was an asshole to my old lady” he said and I smiled at him.

“I wished baby but I have to pick up the kids from your mother’s” I said, he hummed before looking for his phone in his pants.

“Mama” he said biting his lips looking at me “Can you take care of the kids for tonight?” he said and I smiled at him “Thank you mama, love ya” he said and I crossed my arms at him “C’mon Mrs. Teller, you are in for the night of your life.”

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-“FLIRTING 101”-

Requested by: Anonymous:: Can you do a fic where Sherlock notices everything about the reader and tries to woo her.

A/N: This was inspired by a fic I read. Also, this one is VERY fluffy and silly, god. (It’s also not entirely what anon requested for 😞 nor what I wanted it to be like, darn.) Hope you guys like it, anyway..


“You’re wearing too much make up, (Y/N),” Sherlock said suddenly, causing you to choke on the coffee you were just finishing.

What in the bloody hell?

John looked at Sherlock with wide eyes, confusion written all over his face.
You shot the detective an angry glare.
“I like it this way, thank you for stating your unwanted opinion,” you retorted.
Sherlock’s eyebrows furrowed at your words.

Sherlock was being exceptionally infuriating today, you couldn’t wait for the cab to arrive so you could head to the date you had.

“Your shoes look comfortable,” he piped up again and you looked at him like he’d gone bonkers. John hid his face behind the newspaper before you could see him but you were pretty sure he was smirking.

What was wrong with Sherlock?

You shot him another glare. “I’m leaving,” you declared and slammed the door behind you.

Sherlock had gone mental for sure.

“I don’t understand,” Sherlock declared after you’d left.
“Aren’t women supposed to adore compliments?” Sherlock asked.

John burst out laughing.
“Are you bloody serious?” he asked from in between his laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Sherlock asked, casting John a confused look.

“How is ‘You’re wearing too much make up’ a compliment, Sherlock?” John asked, still laughing.

“I also said that she looks much more beautiful without it,” Sherlock replied, a frown on his face.

“…No you didn’t,” John remarked, bewildered.

“What do you mean- Oh no. I must’ve not said it out loud,” Sherlock muttered, slapping his forehead.

John doubled up with laughter, which earned him a glare.

“Also, ‘Your shoes look comfortable?’ Jesus! That is not a compliment. You were simply being weird,” John stated, tears starting to spill out of his eyes from the laughter.

Sherlock sighed.
“I told her about one of my cases yesterday, she was unimpressed,” he muttered, gazing at John.

“Oh yeah, which one?” John asked, wiping the tears.

“The one where we had to cut up dead bodies because Molly was not in London and you were in awe of my dissecting skills,” Sherlock stated seriously.

“I was not in awe and are you being serious?” John asked, trying to bite back laughter but failing miserably.

“I may have exaggerated and what is so funny?!” he asked, agitated.

“I’m sorry but- Sweet Jesus,” John guffawed, holding his stomach and leaning over the side of the armchair.

Sherlock only glared at John. It took ten minutes and a pillow thrown at him for him to stop laughing.

“You, my friend, are in serious trouble. Talking about dead bodies will not help you get the girl,” John said, still chuckling.

“Then what do I do? You tell me John, you know more about women,” Sherlock asked seriously.

John smirked at Sherlock.
“I’ll tell you.”

You woke up next morning with a headache. The blind date had been a disaster and it had totally ruined your day. What were you thinking?

You walked into the kitchen still dressed in your night wear- shorts and a tank top.

Sherlock was in the kitchen too, working on one of his experiments. He was wearing a purple shirt- the purple shirt. You blushed a little when you saw him- the shirt made him look a million times sexier and always sent your mind into the gutter.

Sherlock looked up when you came in.

“Morning,” you mumbled, opening the fridge to check if there was milk.

“Good Morning, (Y/N),” he said from behind you.

There were fingers in the fridge but no milk. You sighed and turned around.

Your breath caught a little when you found Sherlock’s face inches from yours. His beautiful eyes were gazing into yours.

“Your eyes, (Y/N), they always bring a glow to your face, even when you’ve just woken up,” Sherlock said timidly.

“Uh. Thanks.. I guess?” you mumbled, flustered and moved away from him a little.

What was wrong with him? Why was he acting weird again?

Sherlock smirked. It seemed to be working.

You moved over to the counter, fishing around for any edible item, trying to hide your blush. You tucked a lose stand of hair behind your ear, as you looked into the cupboard under the sink.

“Even the tiniest things you do- such as the one you just did- stir my senses in a way no one has ever been able to before,” he said in that sensual voice of his.

You froze at his words.
Was he flirting with you? Was the Sherlock Holmes  flirting with you?
His words sent cool shivers down your spine- and that voice of his, it wasn’t helping.

Sherlock, obviously, figured that his words were having the intended affect. He smirked a little and continued-

“Your curves, (Y/N)-” he began to say, but you cut him off.

“Alright Sherlock, what’s up?” you asked quietly. If this was some sort of a joke, you were going to kill him.

You did have feelings for him, but you’d buried them, knowing he’d never like you back.

He sighed, making that puppy dog face of his.

“I’m trying to pay you a compliment and well.. trying to get you to notice me. It’s not working very well, evidently, ” he said awkwardly, ruffling his hair.

You almost chuckled at him. He was so adorable when he was awkward.

“Were you flirting with me?”

“Trying to, yes.”

“John helped you, I assume,” you said, trying to control your laughter.


“Was anything you said true?” you asked, stepping closer to him.

“Every word,” he whispered nervously.

“Then we’re done here,” you whispered putting your arms around him.

He pulled you closer but you put a hand on his chest.

‘Stir my senses’ ?” you asked him, chuckling quietly.

“It was horrid, wasn’t it?” he asked, scratching his head.

“Quite the contrary,” you whispered before pulling him in for a kiss.