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Make Me

Writing Prompt #3 “Make Me” requested by another lovely anon. Hope you like it hun :) 

Contains: language, teasing, slight noncon 

You bit your lip hard, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. You and the other Saviors had just returned from Alexandria, trucks just full of goodies. Once everything was unloaded and sorted, Negan “requested” that you accompany him to help with the inventory. Of course he did.

Letting out a sigh, you follow him to the storage unit, heart frantically beating with anticipation. For over a month now, The Savior leader had tried to persuade you to join his little menagerie of wives. And while he made an incredibly tempting offer, you just couldn’t set aside your pride to accept his proposal. You worked your ass off to get the high position you were in now. Ranking just under Simon and Arat, you answered to no one but Negan. You had respect among the Saviors and had all the tools and skills necessary to survive in this shitty world. Why HELL would you throw that away just to sit around and do nothing except occasionally get a piece of Negan?

It wasn’t as though you hadn’t thought about that particular perk before. Several times in fact. The couple of men, you HAD decided to fuck while you were at the Sanctuary got the job done sure, but they didn’t hold a candle to what you imagined fucking Negan would be like. Then again fantasy was always better than reality, right?

Finally arriving to our destination, Negan opens the door and gestures you inside with a knowing smirk. You walk past him, giving him a hardened stare and letting him know you were onto him. You hear the door close behind you and the room suddenly feels entirely too small. Besides a few “accidental” brush pasts, Negan hadn’t been very physical with you. But the man could certainly paint a very…sensual picture with words. Truthfully, it was getting harder and harder to reject him.

Not waiting for a command, you made your way towards the back of the unit, allowing your gaze to slide along the shelves. Silently counting to yourself, you had hoped that Negan would busy himself on the other side of the room. No such luck. You hear his slow calculated footsteps walking toward you and you make a conscious decision to ignore him completely. Don’t let him rattle you.

You hear him stop just behind you, standing so close you could feel his body heat radiating against you. It was very difficult to resist tensing up when you felt his warm breath hit your ear, his lips mere millimeters away.

“Have you thought about my little proposal?” Negan asked huskily. You shake your head, trying in vain to concentrate on the task at hand. You had already counted the items on the same shelf three times now.

“Nope. Can’t say that I have.”

Negan chuckled, lightly trailing his hands down your sides. The sensations caused goosebumps to erupt over your skin. Thank god your clothes were hiding this little fact. “Is that so? And what if I say, I think you’re a fucking liar?”

You shrug nonchalantly even though you felt anything but. You were determined to stand your ground. You wanted Negan, sure, but you weren’t prepared to lose everything just for his dick. “You can think whatever you want Negan, it doesn’t make it true.”

“You know what I think?” Negan asks rhetorically, his hands moving down to grip your hips and pulling you back flush against him. He shifts his lips to brush against your ear and you bite your trembling lip hard. “I think you like to imagine what it would be like to have this dick buried deep inside you. I think you do this, while your fingers work between your thighs, making you cum so hard, you see the goddamn heavens. Then you drift off to sleep, knowing as good as that fucking was, it’s nothing compared to the real thing.”

You gasp softly at the lewd yet astonishingly accurate observation, feeling your cheeks burning with both abashment and desire. 

Shaking your head you reply, “That ego of yours is getting out of hand, Negan.” With that you jerk out of his grip and spin around, finally facing him. Big mistake as seeing his handsome, arrogant face, did nothing to curb the warmth curling in your stomach.

Negan smirked down at you, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. He tilted his head, regarding you wryly, “Maybe so but I’ll tell you what I’m really fucking good at…other than the obvious…” he says with a suggestive wink.

You cross your arms in front of you, raising a brow, waiting for him to finish. Smug smirk never leaving his face, Negan leans down. “I’m really fucking good at reading people. You can try to deny it, but I know the truth. You fucking want me.”

You glare up at him, hands digging into your arms in frustration. Both at his arrogance, your arousal, and shame from the latter. Shaking your head, expression one of incredulous annoyance. “You’re unbelievable. If this is all you brought me down here for, I think this conversation is over.”

 Turning away from him, you begin walking towards the door. I can’t fucking believe him. Why can’t he just take a hint? Even if I admit it, what the fuck happens then?

Twisting the knob, you begin to open the door, when a hand reaches over you, effectively slamming the door shut. Startled, and ripped from your thoughts  you turn quickly to see Negan looming over you, his face both dangerously calm and voracious.  You’re unable to stop your racing heart and your eyes widen in fear. You try to find the words to tell him to fuck off, but they get stuck in your throat. All you can do is allow shallow breaths to escape your parted lips, both dreading and curious for his next move.

Hooded hazel eyes never leaving yours, Negan leaned down slightly, his weight still being supported on the arm above you. You back up, only to feel the cold metal door press against your back. He continues to shift forward until his lips are an inch away from your temple.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” he commands gutturally. You remain silent, refusing to answer. You weren’t sure exactly what kept you from responding, but you had a few guesses. Negan made a small noise that sounded like a scoff. His lips curled in a sinful smile as he brings his other hand up to lightly touch your chin, his thumb running over your bottom lip.

“Tell me you don’t fucking want this,” he whispers darkly, the hand at your chin beginning to slide down your neck. You begin to tremble both with fear and arousal. The combination was intoxicating. Still, you refuse to answer, eyes meeting him in a determined gaze. It seems both of you were testing the limits.

Negan’s tongue traces deliberately over his lips as his hand reaches the top of your shirt. You’re certain his fingertips can feel your erratic heartbeat. Teasingly, his hand slowly dips into your shirt and strokes the top of your breast. You take in a sharp intake of breath at the pleasant sensation , which doesn’t go unnoticed by Negan. He chuckles, fingertips extending further to brush over your pebbled nipple. You bite your lip hard, trying to ignore the violent throbbing between your legs.

“N-Negan…stop,” You said breathlessly, in an unconvincing voice. Negan’s mouth widened in a predatory smile, hazel eyes brewing with unbridled lust. Fingers tracing sluggish circles around your areola.

“Make me. Say it like you fucking mean it and I’ll stop.”

“Please..I just…you’re my boss. I’ve worked too hard…to-” you start to say, but trail off when Negan leans in even closer, hand leaving your shirt to tip your head back.

“And? So fucking what if I’m your boss? I’m everyone’s fucking boss here.”

Well he’s got a point there. But it’s not enough. You shake your head, licking your lips. “I have a position here. Respect. I’ll lose all of that if I start fucking you.”

Negan laughed, eyes crinkling at the sides with glee. “Says fucking who?”

You stand your ground. “I’m not gonna be one of your wives Negan. I like being a Savior. If we were going to fuck, I don’t want anything to change. I still want to keep my position. I still want to go on raids. I still want to be fucking useful.”

Negan lifts his head slightly, his brows raised as though he’s looking at you in a whole new light. It resembled the look he gave you when you beat Arat at target practice. Or when you found all those preserves in that hidden bomb shelter. He was impressed. It gave you a small sense of pride.

“Well sweetheart, you drive a hard fucking bargain but…” Negan leans in, brushing his lips against yours, practically making you melt. “I think we can work something out.”

@smuttwd, @unicorn-blood-splatter @xdaddy-neganx

*** Day 1 ✨ I hope you guys like it💕***

~Contains Sexual content~

With one more swipe of blush across your cheek, you smiled at your reflection in the mirror. Your hair was loose and messily tousled, Tiggy’s favorite. The makeup was minimal because you wanted the focus to be on the new lingerie you’d purchased for him tonight. Nothing too provocative, in fact it was rather tame which was something you’d learned turned Tig on more than see through lace. Even though he knew your body like the back of your hand, it always made him just that little bit harder when he had to wait to see it. When he had to unwrap you like a gorgeous little present.

The pink Babydoll was satin, stopping mid-thigh with a little lace trimming at the hem. The pink and white thigh highs you wore had tiny bows on the front, the same bow that was on the matching pair of panties, sitting right on the curve of your ass. You looked sexy yet innocent at the same time and you knew that Tig would be practically drooling the moment he set eyes on you. It was safe to say that your confidence was through the roof in your new outfit and you couldn’t wait for your Old Man to get home. There were plenty of ways that Tig loved to see you but he had two favorites that never failed to make him give in and take control over you.

Seeing you in baby pink and seeing you be completely and utterly submitted to him.

Tonight you were going to give him both.

Closing the blush compact, you take a glance at the clock which reads 6:50. Tig should be home from any minute. You’d called him on his lunch break, telling him to come straight home when he got off work for his “surprise”. Of course, he’d wanted to rush home right then but you’d told him no.

“You have to wait until tonight, Daddy.”

As soon as the words had left your mouth, he’d agreed, knowing what type of night it was going to be.

He usually made it home by 7 but the sound of his bike pulling into the driveway with 5 minutes to spare had a grin coming to your face. You quickly went and sat in the center of the bed with your legs crossed, pulling your babydoll to lay spread across your thighs. You could hear him calling you from down stairs as soon as he walked into the house but you stayed in your place. He’d find you.

It didn’t take him long to get to the bedroom, swinging the door open slowly. His eyes glossed over the moment he saw you sitting there, pretty in pink and looking like an angel.

“Hi Daddy.”

He smiled and walked further into the room, his eyes raking over your form.

“Hi babygirl.”

Your eyes squinted as you smiled back, untucking your legs from their folded position and spreading them out straight in front of you.

“Look at my new socks.”

His smile slowly faded as he caught sight of the white thigh highs, his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Yeah baby, they’re beautiful. Why don’t you stand up, give a spin for Daddy.”

You nodded obediently, standing from the bed and grasping the sides of your nighty before giving a slow twirl.

“I hope you like it.”

“Oh I do baby.”

He briskly walked up to you, grasping your face in both of his hands and pressing his lips to yours. He kissed you hungrily for a couple seconds before he grabbed you gently by the waist, walking you back to the bed until you fell backwards. He wasted no time in climbing on top of you, his hands sliding down the front of your body over the satin of your lingerie.

“You look so pretty in this babygirl. You know how much I love you in pink.”

You nodded and smiled, stretching your arms up above his head.

“I know Daddy. That’s why I bought it.”

Tig leaned down to kiss the base of your throat, a whine coming from you as you leaned your head back, giving him as much access as he wanted. The gesture didn’t go unappreciated as his hand snaked up, grasping your neck in his hand. He didn’t squeeze, didn’t even press down. He simply held it there, keeping you where he wanted you and making sure you knew who was in charge. As if you could forget.

With his knees on either side of your hips, kneeling and towering above you, he reached down with one hand to cup you between your legs.

“Who does this belong to?”

You couldn’t hold back your moan, his dominance beginning to poke through.

“It’s yours Daddy.”

“Who else’s?”

“No one else Daddy. Just you. I’m all yours.”

His eyes twinkled at your submission and he gripped you a little more firmly.

“Good girl.”

He didn’t waste any time after that, slipping his finger into the crotch of your panties and pulling them to the side, loving the little gasp you let out at the cool at hitting your skin.

“As much as I love these panties baby, why don’t we get them off.”

You laid there as he hooked his fingers into the band at your hips and slid them down your legs slowly. When you reached for your thigh highs though, you earned a swift slap to your hand.

“Nuh uh, we’re leaving those on tonight.”

With your panties gone, Tig reached for his belt and began to open it up, undoing his pants.

“Spread those legs for me babygirl. Let Daddy see you.”

You nodded and brought your hand up, biting the tip of your finger as you opened your legs, exposing yourself to those hungry blue eyes. Tig let out a quiet shuddering breath as he took in the sight, lovingly running his finger down your lips and showering you in compliments the way he always did.

“Such a pretty little pussy, all wet and ready for me. You always look so beautiful when you’re all spread out for me like this. I missed by baby so much today.”

You purred and reveled in his compliments, leaving your body on display for him to do with what he wished. You watched him as he undressed but stopped him when he went to remove his kutte.

“Leave it on. Please.”

He grinned and removed his hands from the leather, leaning down until his nose was touching yours.

“Such a bad girl, getting all wet for a big bad biker.”

You said nothing, just smiled bashfully and tucked your head into the crook of his neck, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder before laying back down.

“I can’t help it.”

“I know you can’t baby. And I love you for it.”

He leaned down and kissed you roughly, all tongue as his beard softly scraped against your chin and cheeks. You let out a gasp as he suddenly but slowly slid into you, not stopping until he was buried all the way within your heat.

“God, you always feel so good.”

Your soft, breathless giggle was music to his ears and he pulled back slowly, almost pulling out of you before pushing back in all the way, his hips resting against yours as you whimpered. The slow pace was killing you and you gently bucked your hips at him, urging him to go faster.

“Use your words baby. What do you want?”

Grumbling and rolling your eyes, you were about to sass him but the spank to your thigh shut you up.

“Lose the attitude and tell me what you want before I stop and put you to bed without coming.”

His eyes were fierce as he looked down at you and you shyly sunk deeper into the mattress.

“I’m sorry Daddy. I just want it faster.”

He nodded but his face was still stoic and you jutted your bottom lip out a bit, knowing he could never resist that. You ran a finger down his chest and batted your eyelashes up at him.

“Please Daddy?”

“Good girl.”

Your praise was short lived as he pulled back and grabbed your stocking clad legs, propping them up on his shoulders before he leaned back down and slammed into you, his hips snapping much more quickly and roughly than before. Your mouth fell open as your whines turned into low moans, the new position leaving you with no other option than to take whatever he gave you.

And you had no complaints.

Jax Teller Imagine WARNING: Some cursing

Shiloh paitently waited for Jax to come in. She stared at the white walls, wondering if she should even be doing this. Shi began to sit up straight as she heard the buzzer to the door. Jax walked in, not looking at her once. The police officer step outside, closing door. Jax looked her in the eyes, his face emotionless.  Shiloh took a deep breath before saying everything she wanted to him.  "I came here thinking I could look you in the eyes… but I can’t.“ She stated.  Jax didn’t reply. The two of them sat in silence, Shiloh had prepared everything she was going to say. She was more than ready, that was until Jax came in.  "I know that your wife died… and it was hard for you. It was hard for all of us. But Jax that does not mean that justifies your actions. Going out there and accussing everyone for something so serious like that.” Shiloh told him, trying her hardest to not say anything that would get him into more trouble.  Jax sat back in his chair, placing his cuffed hands onto the cold table.  "It doesn’t justify the things you have been doing to my brother… Juice doesn’t mean any harm Jax and you know that.“  Jax scoffed, looking across the room he replied back to her.  "He betrayed the club. Everything I do to him is justifiable.”  Shiloh placed her head in hands. She tried to control her tears but it was no use in trying. She looked up at Jax, him not bothering to even acknowledge her.  "I can’t believe you right now! You were out to get him ever since her joined your fucking gang. What?! Step dad wasn’t showing you enough love, so you got jealous? Juice never did ANYTHING TO YOU JAX! BECAUSE OF YOU I HAVE  NO ONE ANYMORE! All Juan ever wanted was for you to accept him, and you couldn’t even at least respect him.“ Shiloh lashed out.  Jax looked down at his hands.  "I don’t know what my brother did to deserve any of this. Running away from the club. People he once considered his brothers… Hell he was scared when you all found out he was half black, now you have a death wish on him. Can you imagine how he’s feeling right now?”  Jax glared at her, “Juice’s feelings are not my problem anymore.”  "Right! THERE MINE!“ She snapped back.  "Why are you here?” He finally asked her.  She wipped a tear away, “Im here because every day I have to live with the fact that I might never get to see my brother again. He was the only family I had left and because of YOU I’m all alone. I came here to tell you how much I hate you. How I wish that someone gets revenge for all the stupid shit you’ve been doing. I came here because I knew that if I kept wallowing in my pain, I might just act on the thoughts i’ve been having. That is why I came here. And to no suprise you don’t give a shit. You think you are some God and no one can hurt you. Well guess what, you aint shit. And the moment you realize that i will be standing right there. ”  Jax didn’t know how to feel. He felt guilty for how he had made her feel. But he was loyal to his club, and there was no way he was going to give up that easy.  "All I wanted was for you to say i’m sorry. Thats it.“ She cried.  Jax looked away, he couldn’t look at her anymore.  Shiloh shooked her head, angry she got up from the steal chair. She looked at him one more time.  "Fuck you Jax.”  Shiloh threw her chair back at the table, slamming the door as she left. Jax leaned back in his chair, running his hands through his hair. “Stop crying” he thought. “Stop crying..”

crackship - Amber Heard & Charlie Hunnam 

✖ the nbhd series - “when i wake i am afraid, somebody else might take my place” - t/j/c

to always forgive me ride or die with me that’s just what gangsters do

❖ cat and jax

“Then be careful, ‘cause I need you just as much as you need me.”

otp; you still look like a movie – @scribblesanddrabbles

when you’re young you just run but you come back to what you need (insp.) 

but it was not your fault but mine,  and it was your heart on the line i really fucked it up this time didn’t i, my dear?

crackship - Amber Heard & Charlie Hunnam 

jax teller & holly morelli (insp.) 

The Lost Girls

Request: Your the VP of an all-female MC and you all go to Charming, you and Jax fall for each other. 👯

THIS WILL BE MULTIPLE PARTS. Sorry this is a bit short. The next part will be longer and will be up soon. xx

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You had always been in love with the lifestyle. Your childhood had been filled with the constant roar of motorcycles and it was only inevitable that you’d end up being a part of the life. Motorcycle clubs had always had a certain stereotype. Big burly men with beards stuffed into leather that was clearly too tight. The Lost Girls were a little different, however. You were the VP of an all female motorcycle club. This life wasn’t cut out for everyone, it was a very specific type of lifestyle that asked for a lot. You must follow without question, trust without proof, and be someone people can depend on, always. But for you, it was everything you’d ever wanted. There’s a certain rush that comes when you flirt with danger. An adrenaline rush that comes with being affiliated with something so notorious and known world wide as the Hells Angels, the Bandidos, or the Sons of Anarchy. There’s a satisfaction that comes with being respected by the citizens or feared by them. There’s the knowing that so many people want to be you, to be where you are, but they never will be. But the thing that made you want it the most was something you had craved your whole life. A bond stronger than that of blood, a dedication to each other’s lives that most people would never understand. Your problems were everyone’s problems, and theirs were yours. It was loyalty, it was a sisterhood, it was a family. You hadn’t been VP for long, a little over a year maybe. But you were good at it. Your president was good too. You were both young, but you were already wise. Older members of the club respected you, both of you, but it hadn’t always been so easy. You had had to fight, to prove your worth, and you weren’t proud of the things you’d done to get to where you are. But your club was everything you were, everything you had left. Your father had been a member of a motorcycle club and both your parents had been killed by a rival gang. Maria Garcia had taken you in and raised you along with her own daughter. Ella was like a sister to you, and Maria hadn’t been pleased when both of you had joined the Lost Girls. She had fled her home years ago, when she found out she was pregnant, and her past had been filled with Club affiliations. She had raised Ella alone before taking you in as well, and despite all your promises to her she was still angry about you both being in the club. The club had a reputation, and despite being the only female MC in the state, you had made your mark. People feared you. They knew not to mess with you. You took what you were owed and nothing could stand in the way of the club getting whatever they wanted. You were notorious.

The wind blew through your hair as you pulled your helmet off. The street was quiet and you leant against your bike as you pulled your cigarettes out of your pocket. You had woken up to a missed call and a text from your President telling you to get to the clubhouse by 10. It was 9.30 now, and her bike wasn’t outside yet. “What’s going on?” You turned and smiled as you saw Scully walking out of the clubhouse. She was an older member of the club, and someone that you turned to when you needed to talk. Smoke left your lips as you exhaled with a shrug and you ran your hand through your hair. “No idea.” You said and stood straight. The sound of bikes roaring down the street caught your attention and you turned as four bikes came into view. You stood with Scully as the bikes stopped in front of your clubhouse and the women got off. Ella was the first to leave her bike and you smiled to her. You had always been close, and now that she was President and you were VP you were even closer. “What’s this about?” You asked her as she approached, her brown hair blowing gently in the breeze. “I dunno. But we’re about to find out.” You followed her gaze and saw her mothers car pull up in front of the clubhouse. “Ma called this?” You asked as you dragged on your cigarette. Ella nodded and sighed. “Says she needs to talk.” You exchanged a look with her and turned to watch the older woman get out of her car. The whole club loved Maria. She was a mother figure to many, and to the older members she was a trusted friend. She had never approved of her daughter being a part of this lifestyle but she had accepted that no matter what she said Ella wouldn’t leave. So she had done what she could do to embrace the club. Everyone respected her, asked her for advice, for comfort, and she loved each of you just as much. The rest of the club arrived and you all entered the clubhouse together. The Lost Girls weren’t a big club, there was only two charters, and the few nomads. Your charter had only 9 members, and a few prospects. But it was enough, and when you were together you were unstoppable.

“Whats going on Ma?” Ella asked as she sat in her seat at the head of the table. It was the three of you in the room, Ella, Maria and yourself. The rest of the club would join once you knew what was going on. Maria sighed and looked at her daughter lovingly. “Its always been you and me, my Ella.” She smiled and turned to you. “Until you came along.” You smiled warmly at the woman who had raised you and you wondered where this was heading. “There’s a reason I wanted you to stay away from this life. But it was naive of me to think I could stop you. Its in your blood.” Ella frowned slightly and looked at her mother. “What do you mean?” Maria sighed again before continuing. “When I found out I was pregnant I ran. Your father never knew. You never asked about your father, and I thank you for that. Its always been painful for me. But its time that you knew.” You exchanged a glance with Ella. “Ella when you were born I gave you your fathers last name. He was a good man, he never deserved not to know you. But I was scared. I had to protect you.” “Ma what are you saying?” Ella asked. She laid her hands on the table and leant towards her mother. “His name was Marcus. Marcus Alvarez. He was a member of a club, the Mayans. I haven’t heard from him since I left that town, he never knew where I went, or why. He still doesn’t know about you. But I got a phone call last night. It wasn’t him, it was from is cousin. But he’s in trouble, and I think he could use your help.” Ella watched her mother carefully before she spoke. “My father was in a club?” She asked quietly. Maria nodded and smiled warmly towards her daughter, as her eyes filed with tears. “Hes the president of the Mayans.” She said. “Thats why your so good at what you do, its in your blood.” Ella smiled before glancing towards you. You nodded your approval and she turned back to her mother. “You want us to help him?” She asked her. Maria smiled and reached out to squeeze her daughters hand. She nodded slowly before speaking. “I want you to know who your father is.” The women smiled to each other and you stood to let the rest of the members in. They took their seats and watched their President carefully. After explaining to them what her mother had said Ella paused to look at you. You nodded reassuringly and she took a deep breath. “So what does this mean?” Ruth asked from across the table. “It means we’re going to Charming, California.”

The Teller brothers,                  Thomas wanted out,                                         while Abel wanted in. 

The Homecoming I, II and III.

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I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

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That moment Jax Teller decides to man up and tell his best friend he loves her.

It’s always been her…Part 1

I study the woman who’s come to mean everything to me and try to unglue my tongue from the roof of my mouth. I’m good at sweet talking people into things. It comes naturally with the Teller charm, but this is entirely different.

I’m not conning or persuading some girl I could give two shits about; I’m opening up to my best friend. If I fuck this up, I’m going to ruin one of the longest friendships I’ve had.

“What?” She tilts her head and studies my face trying to read me.

Unable to find the right words, or hold back my emotions, I rush forward and cup her face, pressing our lips together. She gasps, and breathes my name. I love the sound.  I take advantage of the opening and slip my tongue inside her mouth. She’s spun sugar melting on my tongue. I move my head, trying to get a better sample.

Her tongue brushes against mine, and we’re a flurry of movement as I lift her into my arms, and she winds her lithe limbs around me. She’s so strong, yet soft and feminine at the same time. Her scent is spiced citrus. I press her into the wall of my house.

She rolls her hips and I can’t hold back my moan. This is the way we were always meant to be. I never want to let her go. I pull back and study her flushed face, struck dumb. This is more than lust or attraction; it’s forever. I’ve spent so long chasing that high you get in a relationship only to discover it was waiting for me to see.

“What?” She pants.

“It’s always been you.”

“Jax,” she shakes her head. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it. I couldn’t take it.”

I shake my head and cup her face. “All this time I’ve been wasting looking when there was never anything better.”

“What are you saying, Jax?”  She’s going to make me spell it out. I smirk. It’s typical her, calling me out and forcing me to communicate.

“I’m sorry I kept us apart for so long, darling,” I say finally able to see what others did. This is why my mom’s been pushing us together for so long.

“If this is pretty words to get into my pants, save it. I’m not one of your crows—

“No, you’re not. I wasn’t ready until now, and that’s on me. It took me longer to grow up then it did you. But now I’m here, and this is happening. We are happening.”

Silence lasts a heartbeat. “We are?”

“Yes, babe.” I squeeze her hips. “You okay with that?”

She grins and nods her head, sending her silken locks dancing around her slender heart-shaped face.

“Hell yeah.”

She buries her fingers in my hair and pulls me to her. I pull her to me and cup her ass, rubbing her up and down the length of my cock. We haven’t even taken our clothes off, and I’m ready to explode in my pants. I walk us backward toward my room. Our mouths never stop devouring. I fall back onto the bed with her on my chest. She grinds into me, and I grasp her sweet hips.

 My phone rings, and she groans.

“Fuck.”

She rolls off me. “Go ahead and answer it.”

“Hello,” I bark.

“Need you at the club house, brother,” Opie says.

“I’ll be there.”

I hang up and let my head fall onto the bed. “We’re continuing this tonight.”

“I’ll be here, ready and waiting,” She promises.

(If you like this imagine come and check out the story we have going for this world. http://archiveofourown.org/works/7507252/chapters/17065762 and let us know what you think in the comments! Comment fuel our writing fuel!) 

His voice is wonderfully deep when he’s saying this.

°Jax Imagine where he has a romantic day with the reader. Super fluffy!

The day had barely even started and I was ready to scream. Abel had woken up super early, interupting Jackson and I in the middle of a morning round.

Jax had to leave early to open TM. I had stopped by, leaving Abel with Tig, only to come back around to find that he gave him a shit ton of candy and soda.

So now here I was, at home with a cranky toddler who refused to go to sleep.

“Abel, honey, don’t touch that, please.” I asked of him.

It was a metal photo frame and I didn’t want him to hurt himself.

His bottom lip quivered as he plopped down on his diapered tush, throwing one hell of a screaming fit.

I tsked, feeling my own tears of frustration start, “Honey, c'mon now.” I went to him, picking him up.

He bent himself backwards from me, letting out a wail just as Jax walked through the door.

The smile he wore fell from his face. Concerned he rushed to us, “The hell’s goin’ on?”

He touched my back as I bursted into tears. Handing Abel over to him, I went to the bedroom to calm down.

10 minutes later, all was quiet and he stuck his head in the door. “Hey Darlin’.”

I sniffled, “Hey.”

He came in, squatting down in front of me, “What’s the matter, baby?”

I grabbed a pillow hugging it to me, “Nothing, just Abel and I frustrated. I’m killing Tig by the way.”

He laughed, taking the pillow from me so he could kneel between my legs. “Yeah, Mom told me. She came and took Abel for the weekend.”

I perked up slightly. “Just you and me?”

He smiled, leaning against me, “Just me and you, baby.”

I dipped my head, kissing him soundly. Just as I was about to pull away, he brought my face back down to him, his fingers in my hair.

His kisses were alway the best, making that light smacking noise as his lips pulled away from mine.

It was just, unf!

One last peck and he stood, pulling me up. “Now, I want you to get dressed in one of those cute dresses you like so much. I’ve got some plans for us.”

I couldn’t help the smile. It must’ve been contagious seeing how Jax’s smile was so big that the corner of his eyes crinkled.

I hugged him, excited as I went to pick out a dress. °°°°°° Jax was ready to go, outside smoking while waiting for me. I left the house, locking the door behind me. He leaned against his bike as I walked over to him, his eyes following up my legs and to my face.

He bit his lip, grunting while blowing out some smoke.

“You look great, baby.”

He offered his hand out to me, which I gladly took. Flicking his cigarette to the side, he pulled me to him, kissing me.

He ran a hand up my leg, it going under my dress and squeezing my backside.

I pulled back from the kiss, smacking his chest.

“The neighbors, Jackson!” I laughed.

“Just seeing if I had easy access Darlin’.” He grinned.

I rolled my eyes, but played along, “Jax, Sweetheart; with you, there’ll always be easy access.”

He laughed, kissing my cheek before handing me a helmet.

Jax climbed onto his bike, giving me his hand to help me balance. I sat behind him, easily sliding down to where my body was snug with his.

Starting the bike, he put up the kick stand, then took a hand running it up my thigh and under my dress again.

I shook my head, smacking his arm. He laughed loudly over the roar of the bike before pulling off onto the road. °°°°°° We rode for about 20 minutes, just to the outskirts of Charming where a great Italian restaurant was located.

Violetta’s was absolutely beautiful and smelt like fresh baked goods when we entered.

We were seated immediately, a booth in the far back where we could have our privacy.

As I scooched in, Jax pulled me to his side, putting his arm around my shoulder.

As we looked over the menu, he took his fingers, making tiny circles on my arm. Little things like that always relaxed me.

We ordered our food as soon as the waiter came. She took our menus then left us to ourselves.

I leaned over, kissing Jax on the cheek. “Thank you Sweetheart. I really appreciate this.”

He gave me his crooked grin, “Anything for you baby. You deserve this and more.”

I leaned into him more, practically snuggling him.

“So how’s everything with the club?” I asked.

He shook his head, “No talk about the club or work, Y/N. This is about just you and me spending quality, quiet time together.”

“Sorry Hun. It’s so weird not being surrounded by it.”

He nodded his head, taking a sip of his drink.

I looked around the restaurant, taking in the decor. I felt Jax tilt his head towards mine as he kissed the outer shell of my ear.

“You look really good, baby.” He commented.

It’s not that Jax never complimented me, because he did, but to just be able to focus on him and him alone was just amazing.

I blushed, putting a strand of hair behind my ear, “Thank you Jackson.”

He kissed down my neck, taking in a deep breath, smelling my perfume that I sprayed on before leaving.

“What’re you wearing?” He whispered, his lips never leaving my neck.

I bit my lip, “Southern Soul.”

He left multiple kisses and nips on my neck before going back to my ear.

“It smells awesome, baby. I could just eat you up.”

I had to hold back a moan. “Well, you can eat me later.”

And that’s when the damn waitress walked back up to our table with our food. She was a rather young girl and a deer caught in the headlights look at my comment.

My face heated as I cleared my throat. Jax’s chest rumbled with laughter as she placed the plates on the table and left.

He then busted out laughing, falling over to his side.

I pinched his hip, “You ass!” I hissed.

He sat back up, grabbing my chin and kissing me. “You’re so damn adorkable, baby.”

I mocked him while grabbing my fork. I spun my fork in the pasta that I’d ordered, bringing it to my mouth.

Closing my eyes, I moaned softly at how delicious it was. The pasta was al dente and the sauce spot on.

Jax cleared his throat. I opened my eyes and looked to him.

“What Sweetheart?” I asked, wiping my mouth.

“Uh… I’m kind of jealous of that pasta right now.”

I couldn’t help the snort that came out as I laughed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll save some moans for you.”

He shook his head, “Promises, promises.”

We throughly enjoyed our meal and were more than ready for dessert.

I ordered Budino, an Italian custard, while Jax ordered a raspberry cheescake.

Jax took a small piece of raspberry and a piece of cake, bringing it to my mouth, “You gotta try this, baby.”

Shyly, I opened my mouth, taking the bite he offered. Jax’s eyes darkened as he pulled the fork from my mouth.

His other hand gripped my thigh, giving it a squeeze.

I chewed slowly, licking my lips as I swallowed. “Mmm, that is good!”

Jax’s resolve broke, him snapping for the check.

To be continued

NOTE: Alright, so the next imagine is a Jax Smut, so I figured that I’d continue this one with that request. Sound okay? 😄

PART 1 HERE

It was early, sleep was almost impossible since you ran into a certain someone the other day, so you decided to get a head start on your day as you made your way to the front yard to grab the morning paper. Coffee at hand, and in a slight daze, you sighed as you reached down.

“Hey.”

Startled, you looked up, finding the last person you would have thought to be walking through your neighborhood.

“Jax?” You asked looked out past him, “I didn’t hear you pull up.”

He squinted against the early rising sun, “Yeah I parked down the block, didn’t wanna wake your folks.”

You looked back at the house, hoping they were indeed still asleep, “Thanks.”

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