Hello!! Can I pretty please have number 3 with Jax Teller? Thankyouđđđ
Hellooooo! Of course, you can, babe!
"Don't think I don't know what that look means, darlin'. Sitting there, giving me that stare, but then playing hard to get," he begins, leaning into your space, close enough for you to smell the faint traces of cologne lingering upon his neck. It makes you want to bury your face against it, but you hold back. "I know you want me."
You do. He's correct in his assumption. However, perhaps not quite on the same terms as what he's looking for.
âMaybe I donât want just you. Maybe I want your friend, too.â Nodding over your shoulder, you watch a set of dark eyes, offering him a wink, the tall man a picture of curiosity.
Jax casts a glance over his shoulder, turning back to you with a grin, his eyes not leaving yours as he speaks. "You up for seeing how well this girl can handle two outlaws at once, Chibs?"
"Oh, aye," he rumbles, sinking his whiskey before sauntering over to you. "I'm always up for that."
Jax grins, his eyes touring you approvingly. "Looks like you got your wish, babe."
"There's an old saying, 'That which doesn't kill you, makes you stronger'. I don't believe that. I think the things that try to kill you make you angry and sad. Strength comes from the good things - your family, your friends, the satisfaction of hard work. Those are the things that'll keep you whole. Those are the things to hold on to when you're broken."
Sorry it took me a while to send this. Number 17 of the drabble ask for Chibs maybe? If not, my boy Angel would fit too đ. Thank youuu
Hello! I already did this one for Chibs recently, so here, for Angel instead.
"Being single sucks sometimes," you lament, Angel raising an eyebrow.
"I prefer it to the bullshit of relationships, though."
Well, there's a dose of truth. Your friend, he never quite manages to settle without a lot of drama being kicked up, but you're too nice to tell him that it's usually down to him rather than the woman he happens to be with at the time.
"I suppose there's that," you begin, sipping your drink. "The sex on tap bit is worth it, though."
He nods in agreement. "Yeah, that part is good."
"Sex without hassle, the eternal dream."
He turns to look at you, smiling devilishly. "We could make that happen, you know."
"We could?"
"Mmm," he hums, sitting up a little. âI mean, I know weâre just friends, but we could add certain benefits?â
You raise your eyebrows, giving him an appreciative sweep. He's hot, he looks the type who knows exactly what to do with a woman's body, and lord, the way those jeans hug over his crotch. You could do a lot worse. "Get your ass in that bedroom."
You've never seen Angel move so quickly in all the time you've known him.
Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, I'm back in your inbox because you are fabulous. May I please have âYouâve never had an orgasm? Are you kidding me right now?â with Jax Teller? I would read about this man painting a wall shitless so I'm excited to see what you do with the prompt.
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Can do!
Smut below the cut, minors DNI!
âYouâve never had an orgasm? Are you kidding me right now?â
That was the statement delivered by your wide-eyed, disbelieving-looking new boyfriend, after you revealed it to him, your lack of earth-shaking culminations in sexual contact.
Oh no. It would not stand. Not on that day, or any other going forward. Especially not with Jax Teller in your bed. No, ma'am.
The pleasure streaks through you, throbbing along the path of each nerve, glimmering for him right down to your very bones as you feel it rising sharply, his fingers clever within you, his tongue beating across your clit even more so.
He has you panting and shaking, smiling against the soaking velvet of your cunt, chasing it from you, exorcising it like a spirit, your thighs clamping against his head as it engulfs you, swallows you whole, pleasure sizzling up your spine as you wail through your release.
Jax emerges in the aftermath, grinning widely. "So, what that good?"
"Good?!" you cry, still breathless. "That was the most amazing thing I ever felt."
He continues to grin, removing his t-shirt before starting to unbuckle his belt. "Nah, darlin'. You ain't felt that just yet."
Summary: Your trip to the arcade for EZâs birthday has led to some friendly bets between you and Angel.
Warnings: 18+; NSFW; Vulgar Language
Authorâs Notes: reblogs and comments are always welcome!
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You were having a blast. It was EZâs birthday and the guys had decided to hit up an arcade for a day of games and fun. Of course the Reyesâ brothers werenât going without you, especially Angel who you have been dating for a little over a year.
âIâm glad you here, Y/N,â Ez said coming up to wrap an arm around your shoulder. âAngel has been more tolerable with his competitiveness with you around to knock him down a peg or two.â
You are both standing back watching your boyfriend try to beat his high score in skeeball. Heâs got one ball left and has to hit one of the corner pockets to do it.
âCreep, kiss my ball for luck,â Angel says sticking his hand in front of Creeper as heâs trying to play on his own lane.
âMan, why you gotta be like that?â He says, his last ball missing completely and getting no points. âLook what you made me do, fool!â
âSucks to suck, bro,â Angel says taking his throw. It smoothly rolls up the lane and lands right where he intended it and the game erupts with lights and sounds as a new high score has been reached.
Angel is soaking it up, bowing for you and EZ, blowing kisses to everyone around him as tickets slowly start ticking out of the machine. EZ looks over to you and rolls his eyes, âMaybe I spoke to soon.â
âYou guys over there talking shit about The Ticket King? How abou you try stepping up your game instead of just hatinâ?â
Angel knew you were just as competitive as him, but where he was an âin your faceâ competitor, you liked to be the silent threat who has the game in the bag before the competition even knew they were losing.
âOkay, make a bet then,â you say, leveling your eyes on your boyfriend.
âA bet?â
âYea, the trinkets at the counter donât interest me. Make it a bet worth my while and Iâll sweep you under the rug.â
Seeing where you are going with this, Angel steps around his still growing pile of tickets to get closer to you. âWhat did you have in mind, mi dulce?â
âOral, for a week.â
âAnd Iâm out,â EZ says putting his hands up and backing away. âYou freaks are perfect for each other.â
Angel sticks his arm out, flipping his brother the bird but never takes his eyes off yours. âNow, mamas, we know thatâs not a fair bet because Iâll gladly eat that pussy any chance you give me.â
That was true and you knew it. Angel was insatiable when it came to you, you also knew how much it turned him on. But you had a twist up your sleeve.
âUnreciprocated oral. One week.â
âWhat, you mean you just wonât suck my dick for a week? Done.â
You smile, âNo, that would be too easy. I mean, you eat me out for a whole week and you canât get off - at all, with me or yourself.â
âThis is going to be a real hard week for you, mi reina, I know how wet sucking my dick makes you. You are going to be begging me to fuck you by then end of the first day,â he says pulling you against him. âEspecially since Iâve got such a big head start.â
âItâs not me Iâm worried about, Angel. I know how weak this pussy makes you,â you say taking a step back. âRules are that you canât take tickets from other people and all tickets must be run through the ticket counter and the numbers are final. Three hours to get the most tickets. Winner gets oral from the loser for one week, whenever they want, and the loser gets nothing.â
Angel squints at you, glancing to his pile of tickets that has finally stopped growing and the measley string of tickets hanging out of your pocket, running his tongue along his bottom lip, deeply considering his options. âDone. Youâre going down, if you know what I mean, mi dulce,â he says with a wink before scooping up his tickets and making his way deeper into the arcade.
Game. On.
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Three hours and ten minutes later, you are standing at the ticket counter waiting on Angel. You already had your slip printed with the number of tickets on it, having fed the machine while you waited. Just as you are about to pull your phone out of your pocket to see where Angel is, you see him coming your way with EZ trailing behind him, both with handfuls of tickets.
âHey, we said no combining tickets...â
âWe didnât, I just have so many I needed some help carrying them over. Where are all your tickets, querida? Decided to forfeit just to wrap those lips around my dick?â
Ez drops Angelâs tickets on the ground in front of the machine. âI should have known you guys were going to turn this into some weird foreplay thing. Iâm out.â
âHappy Birthday, EZ,â you call after him as he walks away.
Angel starts to fed his tickets into the counter. âReally though, where are all your tickets?â
âWhile you so rudely left me waiting, I went ahead and run mine through. I should charge you a time penalty. One hundred tickets a minute, maybe?â You say, flashing the folded up piece of paper between your fingers.
âOne thousand tickets? No way!â Angel scoffs, still using his long fingers to help feed the tickets, making sure they donât get tangled. âI should deduct tickets from you, since I wasnât here to see you count them, you might be padding your numbers.â
You roll your eyes at the accusation. âYou know I donât have to cheat to beat you, Angel, but fine. No deductions.â
As Angelâs tickets are getting counted, the other guys start gathering around, hearing that you and Angel had a competition. Even EZ has wandered back, waiting to see who came out on top.
âLast strip,â Angel says feeding a small string of only about 20 tickets or so into the machine. He hits the button signaling he is done, and a white slip prints out and he grabs it before you can see the number.
âLadies first,â Angel says.
âYea, go ahead and tell your number then, âmano,â Gilly says from the crowd.
Angel rolls his eyes when you donât make a move to unfold your paper. âFine, can I at least get a drum roll?â The guys roll their eyes a bit but oblige. â78,914 tickets.â
That was a good amount for just a few hours in the arcade. Angel had to have hit the jackpot on a couple other games to get that. You were impressed, not expecting a number that high at all.
âWell, mi dulce?â You simply hand over the folded piece of paper that is your total ticket tally. âAw, are you too embarrassed to read it out in front of the guys?â Angel asks taking the ticket and unfolding it. âYo, what the fuck,â he says peering closer at th slip, âthis canât be right.â
EZ comes over and pulls the paper from Angelâs fingers, his eyes going wide before he reads aloud, â252,345 tickets.â
The groupâs eyes turn to you, but you are too busy checking your nails to pay them any mind. Not only did you beat Angel, you obliterated him. âCan you repeat that number again, a little louder?â
âYou cheated, someone gave you their tickets, youâve been hoarding them, or something,â Angel muttered, âI worked my ass off for those three hours to get what I got. How did you practically triple that?â
Instead of arguing, you just point to the big board on the wall behind the group. It was the electronic laser tag scoreboard. It had displayed the current top score for the arcade since itâs opening 10 years ago. The score had gotten so high that if you beat it, you automatically got 250,000 tickets. The new high score was dated today and the name next to it was âAngelâs girlâ.
âYo, the fuck? She beat my high score?â Coco says, jaw open.
âIt appears I did. Then I went and had a lovely lunch in the restaurant and even spent some of my tickets at the bar watching this knucklehead run around the arcade Iike a clown for about two hours,â you say bumping your shoulder into Angelâs.
The guys start to disperse and you hear Coco muttering, âRemind me never to piss her off.â And Creep follow up with, âYea, or make a bet with either of them. Damn.â
You turn to Angel, ready to gloat some more but the look on his face is priceless, so you pull out your phone and take a quick snapchat to save for later. Heâs still just shaking his head back and forth looking between your slip and the laser tag scoreboard. âYou really didnât cheat?â
âNo, I didnât, but Imma âbout to get real insulted if you keep saying that,â you say crossing your arms.
That snaps him out of his daze. You guys have always been super competitive but you followed the rules of your games to prevent any arguments like what happened the first time you tried to play Monopoly. If youâre relationship was going to make it, you had to play by the rules.
âIâm sorry, mamas, I just really thought I had you this timeâ he says, drapping an arm around your shoulder and placing a kiss on your forehead. âYou win, I concede.â
You give him a gentle kiss on the lips, âThank you, baby.â
âWell, since all you did was play some laser tag, is there anything else you wanna check out here?â He asks, gesturing out towards the arcade games.
âNah, letâs get out of here,â you say, turning the two of you towards the exit. âAnd when we get home, I hope youâre hungry, querido, because Iâm looking to cash in on that bet.â
âOh, so thatâs what this is about, just greedy to cash in on your winnings?â He asks as you make your way out the doors.
You slip out from under his arm as soon as his bike comes in sight, âRace you to the bike?â
Before you can make it two steps, Angel has grabbed you and has you tossed over his shoulder, strolling leisurely to the bike. âNah-uh, you already won your bet today, now itâs my turn to pay up and I plan on taking my time.â
âNow, wait a minute, -â
âNo, no. You just said oral, you didnât say orgasms,â Angel says, taking his sweet time walking you to the bike. âImma eat that pussy so good and so long, you are going to be begging me to break my end of the bet and fuck you into the mattress,â Angel finishes, plopping you down on his bike. âYou canât ride side saddle, mi dulce, get your ass on the bike so I can take you home.â
So thatâs what was what he was thinking when he was taking his time to agree to the bet. Even if he did lose, he was coming up with a contingency to still come out on top. Well, two could play that game, you thought as you swung your leg to the other side of the bike. Youâd bet this week was going to be real interesting and thatâs another bet youâd win.
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A/N: A proposal request for el Presidente by @masterlistforimaginesâ! I love writing fluff and turning Bish into a sap, so I hope you enjoy! đĽ°đ
Warnings: language, mentions of drinking and drug use, mentions of sex, angst
Word Count: 979
 The party around us swells as even more people walk through the doors of the clubhouse. A year ago, I would never have been caught dead at a motorcycle club and now I was perched on the lap of the vice president of one. Jax's hand caresses up and down my leg, the goosebumps on my legs showing everyone how much just the slightest touch from him affects me. He turns my face towards him, his beautiful smile on his lips, and places the half-smoked joint between my lips. His eyes scan down my face as I inhale, the warm thick smoke filling my lungs before I blow it right in his face to make him laugh. He uses the front of my dress to pull me towards him, our teeth clashing together before our lips do.Â
"I'm empty. Do you want another one, baby," I ask against his lips when I will myself to pull away.Â
"That would be great. Thank you, darlin'." He pats my butt when I stand up in front of him and I flash him a smile as I walk over to the bar. They gave Kip the night off for once so a croweater that I don't recognize is behind the bar.Â
"Just a beer and a Jack and coke. Thanks," I tell her and she starts getting our drinks. As she's making them, I overhear two other croweaters talking and decide to be nosy and listen.Â
"What is up with Gemma tonight? She has been pissy all night," One of them says before taking a sip of her drink. I've seen her around Tig before which makes me question her taste a bit.
"You didn't hear? One of Clay's road girls showed up here, so she's super pissed that he broke the road rule. That's like the cardinal rule of biker life." I contemplate asking her what the hell the road rule is when my drinks are set in front of me.Â
  I saunter back over to Jax, but instead of sitting back on his lap, I hand him his drink and grab his hand to lead him outside. We pass a bunch of people and we both smile and wave until we reach the picnic tables and I make him sit down.Â
"What's going on, Doll?"
"What's the road rule?" His eyes go wide and his mouth stays shut. "Jax."Â
"It's nothin' you need to worry about, darlin'. Let's go back inside and I'll let you kick my ass at pool." He stands up again and places his hand on my hip to try and lead me away. I push it off and then push him back towards the picnic table.Â
"We're not going anywhere until you tell me what the road rule is, Jackson Teller." He rolls his eyes at me using his full name, which instantly sets me off. "I'm trying really hard to be a cool biker babe for you, Jax, but I'm about to go suburban housewife on your ass if you don't start talking."Â
"What happens on the road stays on the road." He seems to be looking anywhere but at me and my blood runs cold.
"As in..."Â
"Yes."Â
  I pace back and forth in front of him, my mind moving at a mile a minute. The fact that he was so hesitant to tell me makes me want to peel my skin off. Did he think this rule applied to our relationship? On the nights when I slept alone in our bed, was he on the road fucking a random girl? Was him telling me that he missed me while he was gone just a lie to avoid an actual discussion of what he did with other women? I feel like an idiot. I'm so ignorant to so many parts of this life and the thought of that making it easier for Jax...Â
"Dolly," He starts but I cut him off.
"How many? I just need to know so I can decide how quickly I need to leave you."
"What are you talking about? Baby, just calm down," He says and the panic that seeps into his eyes is oddly reassuring.Â
"God, I'm not that much of an idiot. How many women have you fucked using the road rule? Usually, if you're going to use a rule to make decisions in your relationship, it's polite to tell the other person in the relationship."Â
"Zero."Â
"At least be honest with me."Â
"I am. None. I haven't touched another woman since the day I met you, Dolly, and I don't plan on it." This time when he touches my hips, I let him. He pulls me so that our chests are pressed together and uses my chin to make me look him in the eyes. "I told you that you didn't need to worry about the road rule because it doesn't apply to us. Why would I go somewhere else to get something that you do so well for me? Maybe I should take you home and remind you who the only woman I like to fuck is."Â
  I blush and bury my face in his chest, which makes him laugh and pull me closer. His hands slide up and down my back before burying themselves in my hair, using it to guide my lips to his. He's gentle at first, soft kisses that seem completely innocent. They quickly turn dirty when he bites my bottom lip and slides his tongue into my mouth at the same time that one of his hands squeezes my ass.
"Prettiest girl in the whole world," He mumbles against my lips. "My little Barbie, my angel girl who fucks her man so good. Love you more than anything else."Â
"Okay, but just to be clear, if you ever cheat on me, I will castrate you and take our son when I leave."Â
Hey beautiful! Can I get number4 with my favorite scotsman â¤
You can, babe!
"Where did you say it was, baby?" he calls from the hallway cupboard, the sound of him rummaging audible.
"In the basket, right-hand side next to the shoe cleaning set," you shout back, adjusting yourself, your new underwear set pinching a little bit. Novelty undies aren't renowned for being a good fit, but then again, you don't think you'll be in them for long.
A little more searching, and he finds the sellotape you sent him out for. "Ahh, got it." He re-enters the lounge, where he's been begrudgingly helping you wrap gifts, his eyes lighting up when he views you, no longer in the leggings and sweater you had been wearing when he left, replaced now by a red underwear set, teamed with large, sparkly bows.
âWell, thatâs about the best present I could have ever gotten. I think you better let me unwrap you.âÂ
You grin as he comes to crouch at your side, running a fingertip down his cheek. "You'd better, big fella."
Hello there lovely! I hope your week is getting better.
Super excited for these festive prompts!
May I pretty please request #6 with surprise, surprise, Angel đ
Hey gorgeous! Yeah, it's getting there, but I am ultimately counting down the days until I finish for Christmas and can be done with coming into work and instead, spend my mornings curled up in bed with my husband and the dog!
Yes, you may! This was fun to write so thank you for requesting this prompt for our boy!
You met him at the bar you work at, and from the moment you laid eyes on the impossibly tall, well-built, handsome Latino outlaw, you wanted him.
Oh, how you wanted yourself a piece of that man.
He was, however, much too confident in himself for you to allow him to get anywhere with you quite as easily as his looks or charm might've dictated he would.
He would have to work for it, and that, girl, is how you had Angel Reyes caught hook, line and sinker for you. He wasn't used to having to put in that much effort with women, and that's what kept him so sprung on you.
Most women would let him take them to bed and dick them down within an inch of their sanity on the first date. You? Four dates in and countless visits to your workplace and still, he hadn't even landed a kiss from you yet.
You were driving the poor man out of his mind, and you knew it.
"Let me just get my bag and I'll be with you," you tell him after he approaces you at the bar, there to take you out on an early evening date after your shift.
"Alright, baby." He winks, and your skin fizzes with the feeling that ran beneath it. What is it about when a hot guy winks at you? With your heart fluttering, you collect your bag from the employee-only lounge at the rear of the bar, heading back to Angel and greeting him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He isn't swift to release you from the cage of his arms again either, resting his forehead to yours.
"I'm getting real tired of you not letting me kiss you," he complains lightly, eyes drifting down. "Among other things."
You cock your head slightly, the feel of him pressed against you weakening your resolve. "Are you, now? Hmm."
His eyebrows raise. "That's all I get? Hmm?" His eyes flit upwards for a second, Angel taking a step backwards, still clutching you to him, a smile spreading across his face. âYou gotta give me a kiss, look. Weâre under mistletoe, itâs the law.â
"And since when have you," you begin, slowly trailing a fingernail down his cheek, through his beard and over his neck, "ever been one for obeying laws?"
His reply is immediate. "Since I couldn't stop thinking of you for nearly every fucking minute of every day, querida."
For that, you decide to reward him with what he seeks, your lips curling into a smile before they finally press against his, the kiss deepening in an instant. He kisses you with such incredible finesse that you're left utterly breathless, and wondering why on earth you kept him waiting for so long in the first place, because if that's how he can make you feel with just one kiss...
"Now," he begins, leaning to your ear, softly nuzzling your neck. "When do I get to kiss you all over?"
Angel's favourite Christmas gift that year wasn't one that involved the removal of gift wrap. Just clothes. Your clothes.
When Chibs comes home he climbs the front steps smiling, shaking his head at the new lighted gift boxes stacked beautifully on the table that sat just level with the front room window. Every night that he drags himself home he has been rewarded with more unique decorations, more lights, and more gifts under the tree. It had been years since Chibs had his house dressed for the holidays and you were like a Christmas fairy, waving your magic wand and making Christmas appear in every corner.
The most recent thing he came home to was a picture of him and his daughter Kerrianne from her last visit to the U.S. that she had blown up to an 8x10 and framed in a heavy silver Christmas shadowbox with two other baby pictures of her. If Chibs were a softer man, he would have let the tears that welled up from the sheer thoughtfulness of it and the wave of nostalgia that swept over him, fall freely. Instead, he kissed you roughly on the forehead and excused himself to the shower where the spray on his face disguised his tears from even himself.
Chibs knows as he locks the door behind him that if he went into the kitchen there would probably be a new batch of cookies boxed and ready for him to take to the boys tomorrow. And a separate small box of cookies made from some crazy recipe youâd found for Juice to try because you love his sweet face has much as he does. And you sense his longing for family so strongly that you canât help but spoil him. This is one of the many reasons why Chibs couldnât help but choose you. You love hard, the way he does.
Tonight as he turns off the lights then unplugs the tree and the gift box decorations, he notices mistletoe hanging in every doorway. His scars dip as the smile on his face spreads wide knowing that between the two of you, the mistletoe will be redundant. You are one of the most affectionate women heâs ever had in his life. You hug and kiss and squeeze with abandon - you wrap yourself around him at every opportunity. You stroke his back as you pass, lean on his shoulder anytime you share a space - you snuggle and burrow into his body when its at rest. Yes, Chibs was as comfortable passing out physical affection as he was breathing, but didnât realize just how much he needed it in return until you came. His smile remains in place as he comes around the corner of the bedroom you share. The lamp light gave him a softened view of you curled onto your side, your cell phone dangling precariously from your fingertips. He knows you must have tried to stay up and wait for him - it tugs on his heart every time. Placing your phone on the bedside table, he undresses and finally slips quietly into bed, his eyes crinkling in amusement over the mistletoe now dangling from the frosted garland you had draped across the headboard.
So carefully - oh so very carefully as to not wake you, he leans across the pillows to give you a kiss, soft as a flower petal.Â
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