Lunch Break

Happy Lowman x Reader (GIF isn’t mine) . . . SMUT!! . . .

“Hap..” you breathed, your chest rising and falling rapidly with excitement as your lover pinned you against the wall. “Hap, aren’t you afraid of getting caught?” you whispered, trying to focus on anything but his lips on your throat as he grunted in response and his teeth scratched your skin. “I’m not afraid of anything,” he growled, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor and join both of your shirts. “Happy if someone–” “–Fine.” Happy huffed, cutting you off and stepping away from you, “I’m gonna go back to work then.” He knelt down to pick up his shirt, but you reached out to him. “No! Wait.” He stopped, smirking at you. “I just meant… Maybe we could go somewhere that isn’t in the middle of the garage?” Happy surveyed the garage and the parking lot. It was lunch time so everyone had scattered but he knew how you felt about sex in public. It wasn’t that you were against it, it was just that you had two family members in the MC: Piney, and Opie, your dad and brother, who would completely lose it to see you getting it on with your boyfriend in the middle of the Teller-Morrow garage. “Come here,” he ordered, grabbing your shirt and tossing it to you for you to put on and picking up your bra, holding it in one hand as he took your hand in his other and began to haul you across the lot towards the clubhouse.

You smiled as he pulled you across the bar room floor and into the back hallway, walking down to the empty guest room and leading you inside. As soon as he shut the door behind you he threw your bra aside and his shirt came off again, the tattoos and muscles of his arms, chest, and abs on full display as he stepped to you. 

You pulled your shirt off over your head, lazily draping your arms around his neck as you pressed your lips against his, slipping your tongue inside his mouth while he walked you backwards towards the bed. He tossed you onto the mattress when the back of your legs hit the bed, and still standing at the foot of it, he began to take off his jeans, prompting you to shimmy yours off as well. You kicked your panties off and quickly crawled to the edge of the bed, waiting for Happy’s boxers to drop so you could greet his erection with a kiss. You placed your lips around the tip, sucking gently and looking up at your man whose eyes were closed, jaw clenched tightly, his hands weaving into your hair as you pulled more of him into your mouth. He groaned with satisfaction as you began to bob your head back and forth, taking in as much of him as you could before pulling back and doing it again.

Suddenly he gripped your hair tighter, pulling you off of him and up to his mouth, kissing you quickly before shoving you back onto the bed.

He climbed across the mattress to settle down over the top of you, one hand wrapping around your throat while the other was affixed to your hip. He ground his hips against your core, his thumb rubbing the skin on your neck as he watched you breathe slowly under the pressure of his hand. He smiled devilishly before kissing you harshly, holding you down against the sheets and putting his full weight on you. He kissed across your mouth and over to your ear, biting on outside of it as he continued to grind against your core. “How do you want it,” he asked you quietly, his breath hot against your skin. “However you want me, Daddy,” you toyed back at him, playfully biting your bottom lip when he leaned up to look at you.

A low chuckle emanated from his chest as he flipped you over, face down, pulling your hips up so you were on your knees with your ass in the air. He leaned forward, kissing and biting your left ass cheek, delivering a slap to your right which made you squeal.

He pulled away, and you turned to look back at him as he studied your center, pumping himself in his hand and reaching forward to run a finger through your folds. “You’re so wet, you little slut,” he grinned, slapping you on the ass again and pressing himself against you. He rubbed the tip of his penis across your core a few times teasingly before he pushed into you, forcing a gasp to escape your throat. As you started to move to ease the discomfort he leaned over your back, his hands pressing your shoulders against the mattress, “Don’t run,” he growled, and you nodded in response as he began thrusting into you, slowly speeding up to the fast pace you had become accustomed to. “Fuck, Happy..” you moaned, reaching between your legs to rub yourself, feeling your climax approaching. “You like that baby girl?” He asked, moving to hold your hips as he thrusted into you harder, his breathing becoming unsteady just as you went over the edge, seeing stars as Happy fucked you through your orgasm and coming undone right after you, pulling out to spill his seed on your ass and back. “Well that was a good break,” you turned over and smiled as he collapsed on top of you, wrapping his tattooed arms around you. “Yes it was,” he affirmed with a sigh. “We should make afternoon quickies a regular thing,” you joked. “Agreed,” he rasped, kissing you once again.

“Birthday Sex”

Tig Trager x Reader  (GIF isn’t mine)

SMUT!!!!

This is for you doll @mjcumberbatch Happy (early) Birthday!

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[Your Perspective]

“Your birthday is coming up…” he trailed off as he held the phone to his ear.

“Yes it is,” you smiled in response, “but you know I’m not big about birthdays Filip.” You could tell by how awkwardly he brought up the subject that he had something in mind. You were hoping he’d come back to Easterhouse to visit the family, but you knew that was a long shot. Filip hadn’t been back since he left as a teen. You were the only family he was even close to anymore. The rest had labeled him a black sheep and moved on with their lives without him.

“So why don’t ye come out here an’ spend your birthday in California?”

You saw that request coming from a mile away, “I don’t know Filip I–” “–Lass you haven’t visited in years. Me an’ the guys, we all miss you… Tig too,” he added, causing you to blush. There was a teasing tone in his voice that antagonized you. Chibs knew you had a small crush on his outlaw brother, but he also knew, unbeknownst to you, that Tig had grown fond of you the last time you visited on your birthday four years ago.

“Alright, fine,” you spoke finally, feigning annoyance, “I’ll come. I’ll text you my flight details when I know them.” “I’ll be waiting at the airport for you when you land, lass,” Chibs smiled and hung up the phone, pushing away from the desk in the office at TM and walking out into the garage where Tig, Bobby, Opie, Clay and Jax were all working on bikes and cars for customers. “Just got off the phone with (Y/N)…” Chibs paused as he saw everyone’s attention turn to him, but none’s head whipped around quicker at the mention of your name than Tig Trager. Chibs grinned, “…She’ll be joinin’ us in Charming for her birthday next week.” “That’s really good, brother,” Clay smiled, patting the Scotsman on the back, “It’ll do you good to have your family around for a little while.” “Yeah…” he smiled back, looking across the garage at Tig whose mouth was agape as he stared off into space. Chibs didn’t know what it was about his younger cousin that made Tig so nervous, but it was entertaining to watch.

Top Yourself

Based on the song “Top Yourself” by The Raconteurs as requested by @girl-with-no-faith-in-medicine  Tig Trager POV Warning: SMUT! Also Tig is kind of an asshole...lol

She knew what this was when we first started it all. It most certainly DID NOT involve me getting ‘I’m lonely’ phone calls asking me to come over for more than just to get her off. She always gave it up when I showed up, I guess that was her way of saying thanks for coming over. I wonder what’s gonna happen when I stop answering the phone?

I show up like I always do. I don’t have to knock because the key is under the mat so I let myself in. She’s sitting on the couch, looking cute as ever. I see her and I remember why I don’t tell her no. She’s so hot; but if this got to be too much, or if she stepped away, I could live without her. I have a feeling she can’t live without me, not anymore. If I’m not around to fuck her to sleep, hold her through the night, she’d lose herself. She can’t deal, she can’t do it alone. She’s unraveling now and I haven’t even pulled away…yet.

I walk over to her, sit down beside her on the couch and she snuggles up close to me, throwing an arm across my stomach, but it doesn’t last long. Like I said, I’m not here for the company, I’m here to get my dick wet. I kiss her, running my hand up her thigh to cover the heat between her legs as I shift my weight to push her onto her back and lean over top of her. I tug her pants down her thighs as she rids herself of her shirt before falling back again and waiting for me to kick my jeans and boots off. I stare her down as I unbutton my shirt and she starts playing with herself, looking up at me for approval before pushing a finger into herself and closing her eyes. My dick is ready for her and I palm it though my boxers, stroking it a couple times while I watch her before I push them down as well and kneel on the couch in front of her. I reach out and run my hands across her bent knees, pulling them apart further and pressing my lips against the inside of her thigh. I hear her whine as I pull on her flesh with my teeth and I smile, she equally loves and hates it when I bite. I push her legs open further and kiss overtop of her hand which is covering her center, shielding it from me. This is a game I like to play: make her move her hand without touching it. I kiss up her stomach, biting the skin covering her ribs as I make my way up to her breasts. She squirms under me as I take a nipple in my mouth, and when I roll it between my teeth she arches her back, taking a deep breath and moaning my name. Her free hand finds my back, her nails starting to dig in as I suck on the sensitive skin, but if I want that other hand to move I have to move too… up to her neck. As soon as I get to her collarbone both her hands are wrapped around me, fisting my hair and holding my shoulders. I win. My erection is pressing against her pelvis now, grinding into her as I lick a stripe up her neck all the way to her ear and bite down on her earlobe. She shudders underneath me and lifts her hips to meet my own, wrapping her legs around my waist. She’s ready now, but I’m not ready yet. Now that she is unguarded, I slide my hand down her body and across her slit, sliding my middle finger up and down her folds while she pants heavily in my ear. She wants this just as much as I do. I move down to cover her clit with my lips as I sink my finger into her, her fingers tangling in my hair and pushing me further into her as I suck, kiss, and lick every inch of her sex, my fingers moving in and out of her, opening her up and preparing her for what came next. Her orgasm hits her like a freight train, she’s gasping and grabbing and writhing under me as I remove my fingers from inside her to pin her down and finish eating her through her orgasm. She finally calms, her breathing still heavy as I line up with her opening and push in. She gasps and grips my forearms as I still myself inside her, I can’t help but smirk at the reaction she has every time I’m in her. She knows how to boost an ego. It doesn’t take long before I’m bored though, so I pull out, extending my hand to her to help her up, leading her to the edge of the couch, and bending her over the arm as I move to stand behind her. Not wasting any time, I rub the head of my dick across her slit again before pushing in again, met with that same moan. I love this position. I get to watch her grip the couch pillows, white-knuckled, as she tries to stifle the yelps and groans that rip through her throat. I can feel myself getting closer to being done but I hold back, biting my bottom lip and gripping her hips tighter. Goosebumps cover her when I rub my hands up her back and stroke the skin covering her shoulders before moving my hands up and wrapping my fingers around her throat. I pull her head back and lean down, leaving hickies all over her back and shoulder blades while I’m fucking her. She begs me to fuck her harder even though I know she couldn’t take it if I really let go, but I do it anyway, pounding into her. She gives up trying to hold back her moans, mewling and screaming when I push her down, pinning her chest down to the cushion with both hands and thrusting until I can’t hold it anymore and I pull my dick out of her, covering her ass in my cum.

After we’re through I move to pull my clothes back on. She whimpers something about its late and I should stay. She knows the sex is the only reason I’m here. She’s a good lay, but she tries so hard, too hard. I know she is trying to make me want to stay on my own. I get it. I’m the best she’s ever had, she’s told me more times than I can count. Even if she hadn’t told me I would still know just by how she acts when I leave. She wants me to fall for her like she is falling for me. She knows it’ll never happen. I’m not that kind of guy. I wonder how she will handle it once I call it quits.

I spent the night again. Just like she wanted me to. Sometimes I feel bad and give in, but we both know it won’t be for long. The clock is ticking, and this companionship has an expiration date. She is hanging on to something that doesn’t even exist, telling herself that because I don’t leave right after I get mine that there’s something between us. She is desperate, close to falling apart every time I remind her that this is temporary, that I’m not the sticking around type. I can tell she still holds onto a shred of hope when she gets up in the mornings before me, makes breakfast and coffee. I take it to go. Tell her thanks for last night, and head to work. I know she’s gonna call tonight. My phone rings for the fourth time this week. Monday, I told her I was busy - it wasn’t a total lie, I was in bed with a crow eater at the time. Wednesday when she called is when I broke it off, telling her it needed to end before she got too attached; I knew I wasn’t kidding anyone, the attachment had already manifested itself. Thursday when she called, I ignored it and texted her telling her it wasn’t gonna happen. This time I don’t answer at all. Sometimes I feel bad, knowing she got attached... Knowing I let her... But then I remember that I warned her against it. She should’ve never fucked me, cause I’m moving on and now she’s gonna have to top herself.

Obsessive - Part 25

That kiss came out of nowhere! How will the reader react? (This will be multi parts so check back for my next installment. As always, if you want to be notified of my updates just let me know and I will message you when I post new chapters) **Disclaimer: I do not suffer from OCD so I cannot begin to imagine what it is like. Any and everything that I am writing is what I’ve learned from people I know and the internet as well as asking advice from friends who know more about it than me. If anything is wrong or inaccurate of someone with OCD, please excuse my ignorance, as I said I am asking questions to help with the descriptions but I’m sure I will get something wrong eventually.

Juice Ortiz x Reader

(GIF isn’t mine) __________________

Juice Kissed you with a sincerity that told you everything you needed to know. He didn’t regret what happened between the two of you, it wasn’t a mistake, and he was sorry for hurting you.

Your arms fell to your sides as you stood, shocked at his actions, but you kissed him back anyway. You relaxed in his grip and his arms moved down to loop around your waist and pull you closer to him as he slipped his tongue inside your mouth and you allowed it, moving your hands to hold onto his shoulders for support as a million thoughts began to race through your mind.

Suddenly, Juice pulled away from the kiss, peering into your confused eyes.

“I lied to you, (Y/N), and I’m sorry. Some other shit was going on and I felt like I needed to distance myself from you. My hand was kind of forced too but it doesn’t matter because I fell in love with you (Y/N) and I can’t lie to myself anymore I--”

His rambling was interrupted as your lips crashed against his, tears of relief falling from your eyes as your lips moved together and he held you tightly against him. He ran his hands up your back, squeezing you tightly and you fisted his kutte, clinging to each other.  He lifted you, taking you to the floor just inside the threshold, right next to the spot where just three weeks prior you had been unconsciously bleeding. 

Almost as if his mind was in the same place as yours he broke away from your kiss again, leaning up to run his fingers across the scar where your stitches had been on your head. You reached your hand up to take his arm and pressed your lips against his wrist.

“What about my dad and Jax?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

“I’m not worried about that,” he answered confidently and you smiled in response, “I want you. Do you want me?” He was grinding his hips against your center as your legs were splayed to the sides and you could feel his hardness pressing against you.

“Yes. Juice. I want you too,” you breathed as his lips ghosted across yours, waiting for your consent to continue.

“Take these off,” he whispered, tugging with one hand at the waist of your pants. He leaned back on his knees and unbuckled his belt, kicking his Dickies off while you wiggled out of your clothes. He threw his shirt off over the top of his head and began kissing up your stomach following the cotton of your shirt as you pulled the material off.

He hesitated at your breasts, his arms boxing you in as you spread your legs and he moved between them once again. He was kissing and biting at the fabric of your bra as you ran your hands along his mohawk and moaned his name. He moved his way up to your collarbone and lowered himself down onto you, moving his hand down to rub across your panties.

“Juice,” you panted as he licked and sucked his way up to your neck, grinding his hips into yours while he did, “Fuck me,” you commanded, making him chuckle against your skin before pulling away and looking at you.

“Yes ma’am,” he smiled, turning to dig in his jeans and pull a condom from his wallet, pulling his boxers down as you pulled your panties off and he rolled the condom on, palming his cock and teasing your slit with it. 

You were already wet and ready for him, so he pushed into you, making you moan while your body struggled to accommodate him.

“Shit, (Y/N),” Juice cursed through gritted teeth, “I missed this so much baby.”

You reached your hands up to hold either side of his face as you pulled him down to kiss you, your tongue snaking into his mouth as he began to stroke inside you, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed as your hands ventured to his back, raking your nails across his skin. 

You loved how he opened you up, and he loved how you stretched around him. With your legs around his waist he set a more ferocious pace, pounding into you, all those moments over the last two weeks that were wasted when he could have had you. 

All those wasted moments over the last five years when he could have made a move and all of this would have happened much sooner. 

He wasn’t letting his time with you go to waste anymore. 

Fuck the person who threatened him, he was going to make you his tonight.

Reaching down to grasp your knees, he pulled your legs up to rest on his shoulders, giving him a new angle and making you feel more full that you ever had, his dick was reaching places you had no idea existed as he pinned you to the floor below him. 

He bore down on you, wrapping his fingers behind your head to tug at your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck which he quickly devoured, sucking a bruise into your pulse as he continued thrusting into you. His moans mixed with yours as he finally pulled out of you. 

As he pressed his lips into yours he stood and lifted you to stand with him, kicking his boxers off completely and leading you over to the couch where he sat; you knew exactly what he wanted. You straddled him, staring deep into his dark brown eyes as you gripped his shaft and lowered yourself down onto him. 

An audible gasp left both of your throats as you allowed yourself time to adjust again before Juice reached behind you and unclasped your bra, allowing your breasts to be free. He pulled you forward to him, taking your right nipple in his mouth and nibbling it before sucking it gently as you began to rock slowly in his lap, his dick teasing you as your movements were small. His hands went to your hips as he began to guide your movements, pulling his mouth away from your skin to lean back against the couch and watch you move on top of him.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned as you began to move more quickly on top of him, a tightening inside you notifying you of your approaching orgasm. It wouldn’t be long before your release rocked through your body, you wanted him as close as possible before you let go. You bit your lip, rocking back and forth in his lap as he panted and both of your chests heaved.

Gripping the couch back on either side of his neck, you used it as leverage to begin bouncing on his dick and his eyes shot open. “Mmm, (Y/N), you’re gonna make me--” he dug his fingers into your hips as he met your thrusts, pounding your orgasm out of you as you yelped, continuing to fuck yourself as your release coursed through your body, weakening your legs until finally he let out the breath he had sucked in and found his release as well. All of the muscles in his arms, chest and stomach were tensing as you felt his dick throbbing inside of you, his seed being released within the condom he had been so generous as to remember. 

He let your hips go, his neck collapsing back as he breathed heavily.

“God, that was amazing. I love you so much,” he sighed, a sweet smile stretched across his face. You leaned down and planted a kiss on his check, lifting yourself off of his now softening erection as you did, “I love you too, Juan Carlos,” you grinned as he opened his eyes and you moved to sit beside him. He sat with his arm around you for a few moments before he made a move to stand up.

“Gonna go shower,” he whispered as he began to walk away. 

You couldn’t help but stare at his chiseled back and ass and smile for the first time in weeks as he walked away from you.

“3AM”

Tig Trager x Reader (GIF isn’t mine) . . . He checked his watch before he mounted his bike, pulling out of the TM lot and headed to you. It’d be 3am before he made it to your house and he expected that you would be fast asleep. He debated just going to his own house, sending you a text to say he made it back from Washington safely and asking you to call him when you woke; but he had been good in Tacoma, regardless of the ‘what happens on a run stays on a run’ rule, and he was so incredibly horny that he couldn’t wait to have your gorgeous body under him. Fuck going anywhere else, he was gonna to go sink into his girl.

You were curled up in bed, blankets draped over your body that was clothed in only his tee shirt and a pair of panties. You were laid on his side of the bed, a gesture he found endearing. You were so innocently sweet, he knew he didn’t deserve you. Yet every time he gave you an out, a free pass to end your relationship, you committed yourself even deeper to him. He loved how much you loved him, and he couldn’t wait to show you how much he loved you too.

He switched on your lamp and crouched beside your bed, running his fingers through your hair and pushing a few pieces that framed your face out of the way as he leaned towards you and pressed a kiss into your forehead.

Your eyes fluttered open and he spoke to keep you from being alarmed at his presence.

“Hey, doll,” he smiled as your eyes locked on his and you yawned, stretching as you attempted to awake completely.

“I missed you,” was your groggy reply as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

“I missed you too baby,” he grinned, standing and stripping down to his boxers as you rolled back to your side of the bed and he crawled in beside you, pulling you into his chest.

He wanted to badly to let you rest, save the homecoming sex for the morning, but the aching in his boxers told him that he wouldn’t be sleeping if he didn’t take care of himself first. He slid his hand down your back, caressing your curves before landing on top of the lacy panties you wore, giving your right cheek a squeeze before moving his hand back up to dip under the material and run over your bare skin.

He knew you were still awake when you pressed your ass back against his hand and he groaned at your willingness to help him as he rolled you on your back and climbed on top of you, his already-hard member pressing into your lower stomach as he attached his lips to yours.

He couldn’t help but whimper when he felt your hands running down his chest and stomach to reach into his boxers and grab his dick, stroking it as you kissed him back.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned as he pulled his mouth away from you, gripping the hem of your shirt and hoisting it off of you before tugging down your panties, soaked with your arousal, and tossing them both aside.

He palmed your core, dipping his middle finger inside you as he stared into your lust-filled eyes. His whole body twitched at the feel of your wetness beneath him as your hands still worked to stroke his shaft.

He couldn’t hold off much longer, he needed to feel you.

“Turn over darlin,” he commanded sweetly and you did what you were told, flipping over and coming up on all fours in front of him, pressing your heat against his pelvis while he looked down at you, his bottom lip bit between his teeth.

He leaned over you, supporting himself with his hands to the mattress on either side of your body as he pressed his mouth against your neck, sucking on your pulse and guiding his cock across your folds before entering you abruptly, eliciting a squeal of surprise from you as you tried to keep quiet.

You were so hot, wet, and tight around him, as soon as he was inside you his entire demeanor changed. Your pussy was begging to be pounded and that’s exactly what he intended to do. Stroking in and out of you, over and over again as you clutched the sheets, bit your pillow, and moaned his name when he delivered a firm smack across your ass. He reached underneath you and palmed your tits, giving them a squeeze as he pulled on your hard nipples making you gasp with pleasure.

He loved the sounds you made when he fucked you.

With one hand affixed firmly to your hip, he ventured down to your center as his cock moved in and out of you, stroking your G-spot. As much as he wanted to cum, he didn’t want to do it until you got yours first. It made his all the more enjoyable when you were satisfied too.

His fingers of his right hand began to circle your clit, causing you to moan louder at the new stimulation, but when his left hand moved to dip his thumb into your tight virgin asshole, a deep guttural groan escaped your throat. He could feel you were about to come as he worked in tandem with his hands to send you quickly over the edge, both of your holes spasming around him as he smiled at the cute little noises you made when you were coming down from your high.

His own release was building inside him now. He pulled his hands from their previous positions and pushed you down flat on your stomach, holding you down and straddling you while his cock was still deep inside you. At this angle he could pound into you more deeply, fill you up even more, and he did, grabbing your face and turning it to the side so he could lean down and kiss you.

He pounded into you relentlessly, causing your moans to fill his mouth as you bit down on his bottom lip, sending his orgasm coursing through his body as his seed spilled into you with each final, rigid, thrust.

Man did it feel good to be home.

“Oh Father: Part 3″

Chibs Telford x OC (GIF isn’t mine) . . .

You told Erin and the rest of the girls goodbye from the comfort of the couch, making sure they were gone before you sprinted upstairs to the shower. You pulled your phone out as soon as you stepped out of the shower, plugging in your hair dryer and finding the recipt with his info. This was it. You were really going through with this.

You set your phone down with a grin only to have your smirk widened by the ding of your phone notifying you that you had received a message. 

You squealed with excitement as you turned the hair dryer on and began to prepare yourself for your night.

"Consequences" Happy Lowman x Reader (GIF isn't mine) . . . "Fuck me? Fuck you!" Happy spat, stomping out of the house and slamming the door. Another fight about him not opening up to her, not showing her his feelings and not telling her what he's doing with the club. It was always the same, she asked him questions he refused to answer, he came onto her and she let him, they fucked, she asked him more questions, he got up to leave so he didn't have to answer them, she called him a pussy, he got pissed off and called her a bitch, and then they would yell expletives at each other until he was out of earshot. He would leave and would spend a few days at the clubhouse, filling his nights by downing enough liquor to float himself to Mexico and then burying himself balls deep in a croweater. This cycle ended when one of them gave in and finally texted, asking if he could come over. His phone buzzed on the night stand the next morning and he jolted awake, a skinny blonde was resting against his shirtless chest and he shook her awake, "Hey..." he grumbled, an attempt at a whisper. She woke up, smiling at him and he gave her a half a smirk before pulling his arm back to himself, leaning down and kissing her as she settled back on a pillow on the opposite side of the bed. He stood up, walking to the restroom to piss while opening the message from her. 'Hap, come back. I'm sorry.' her first message read, he looked through the others, more of the same, until he opened the picture message she sent this morning and he almost pissed on the floor. She had sent him a pic of her playing with herself, one finger sunk deep within her core, her juices glistening on her soft and warm skin. He growled, hitting the call button and lifting the phone to his ear. "You up?" he spoke as she quietly answered the phone. "I'm on my way." he spoke again before hanging up and stripping his boxers off, stepping in the shower to wash last night's lay off his skin before dressing and quietly ducking out of the room. He pulled up to her house and parked, trampling the grass as he cut across the yard, not bothering to use the pathway up to the door. He rang the bell and waited a second or two before he began furiously knocking and then banging on the door. She opened the door, an annoyed expression on her face, practically glaring at him, as she placed her hands on her hips, "Who the hell do you think you are Happy Lo--" she began but he cut her off by pushing her inside the house, slamming the door shut before he grabbed her shirt and ripped it off over her head to reveal her bare breasts. He smashed his lips against hers but pulled away quickly. "You were teasing me," he rasped as he yanked her pajama bottoms down and she stepped out of them fully exposing herself to him. "There are consequences for that." He pressed his lips into hers again unbuttoning his own jeans and letting them fall as he shrugged out of his shirt and kutte all at once. He kicked his boots and jeans off and she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his boxers, smiling and biting her lip as she stared into his dark, devilish eyes. She pulled them down, freeing his dick as it sprung forth. He grunted as she grasped his shaft with both hands and he threw his head back, clenching his jaw. She leaned forward to kiss and suck on his collarbone as she jacked him off, but after just a few moments he pulled away from her, turning her around quickly and pulling her back against his chest. He bent down, palming his thick cock and guiding it into her entrance from behind, thrusting roughly upward, forcing a gasp to radiate from her chest and throat. He pounded her from behind, one arm wrapped around her body just under her breasts as the other held her hip, pulling her flush against him. Stroking into her like he would lose her if he fucked slowly, her screams and moans filled the house and he used his long deep thrusts to push her to orgasm. Her breasts were bouncing up and down while his dick pounded in and out, hitting the deepest parts of her and making her knees weak. He leaned forward, biting her ear and holding it between his teeth, his panting breaths brushing against her face as he began to shake, squeezing her body tightly as he came with one last violent and intense thrust. He stuck and held still while he emptied himself into her - Fuck the consequences - she was the best he ever had.

“Chasing Waterfalls”

Happy x Reader (GIF isn’t mine) . . .

"Hap, come on, we've been walking for an hour," you groaned, chasing behind him and pouting as he grunted in reply to you and tromped through the woods, trees that were hundreds of years old littered the area and left very little room for light to shine through. 

Even though it was midday, easily 105 degrees outside and you were at a cool and shady 85 as you meandered around behind him, you were still complaining because when you asked Happy to take you on a date, this wasn't what you had in mind. 

He led the way, his black SAMCRO bag with the skeleton on the top mocking you with every sweaty step you took, your own backpack heavy on your shoulders. 

You were looking down, watching your boots as you took step after step, army ants and leaves crunching under your feet when you ran into something blocking the once clear path ahead of you. It was Happy, of course, stopping abruptly and causing you to nearly trample him. "Happy what the fuck I almo--" you stopped as your eyes carried your gaze ahead of him. An honest to goodness waterfall! "Wow..." you spoke. "I know," his deep voice rasped as he pulled his bag off his shoulders and set it down. He took your hand in his, squeezing it and making you look at him as he smiled down at you. "How did you find this?" you gasped, looking around at the beauty. It was almost as if it had been untouched, allowed to exist undisturbed since the beginning of time. It was amazing. Happy didn't answer you, which wasn't uncommon. You asked a lot of questions that went mostly unanswered by him. Sometimes you caught it and pressed him on it until he did answer you, usually angrily, sometimes you pressed him and he didn't budge, and even still, sometimes you never realized he had ignored you and he got away scot free.

You noticed this time.

It was hard to break your gaze away from the beautiful sight in front of you, but you turned to look at him. He avoided your eye contact and you pressed him, "Hap... What were you doing to come upon this place?" you asked again and he started walking towards the water away from you, not speaking still. "Happy Lowman!" you shouted, scaring off some birds in the trees nearby and he stopped walking. Happy took a deep breath in and breathed it out before turning to you, the look in his eyes saying he did not want to tell you the answer to the question. Somehow you already knew before he said anything what his answer would be. Your jaw dropped as he looked at you with his puppy dog eyes that said 'I really don't want to do this' and you scoffed, folding your arms in front of you. "You did not--" you began and he interrupted you, "--Baby I know, I know but it was just too pretty not to show you." You let out a frustrated chuckle and shook your head dropping your backpack off your shoulders, sticking your tongue out to lick across your bottom lip before sucking it in your mouth and clamping your teeth down. "I can't believe you. You are a piece of work Happy Lowman. Where are they buried? Right under my feet?"

"No!" he defended, furrowing his brows, "Over there..." he pointed to a clearing about 50 yards away and you scoffed again, throwing your hands up in the air, "Well at least you had the decency to spare me half a football field!" you smiled, not a happy smile, but one that showed you were beyond frustrated with your man. 

Happy started walking back towards you as you began to rant, "Seriously Happy I don't know where you get off thinking it's okay to bring me back to the scene of crime you committed! You know I don't have any illusions about what you do but I don't want to be involve--" Happy grabbed your face and crushed his lips against yours. Suddenly the stress of being right up on a burial ground didn't bother you too much and you relaxed in his grip, his hands sliding down to your shoulders, down your arms and to your waist. He gripped your hips and pulled you tightly to him, his pelvis pressing against yours as his lips and tongue worked against you, moving down to your neck. He broke away from your neck, reaching down and rifling through his bag to pull out a thick blanket you insisted he pack for your picnic. He laid the blanket out on the ground, looking back up to you and pointing. "Sit," he ordered and you raised a brow at him, being defiant on purpose to give him a hard time. His eyes darkened as he realized you weren't going to follow his orders. This was a game he enjoyed playing. He stepped to you, leaning into you and kissing you again, this time with more force, before he lifted you with ease, making you wrap your arms and legs around him as he stepped back to the blanket and knelt down with you, laying you out on the blanket and settling himself between your legs. You moaned as the heat between your thighs heightened and you lifted your hips up to grind against him. He broke from your kiss, staring into your eyes and pressing his forehead against yours, flashing you a wicked smile, knowing he had you right where he wanted you. His forehead still pressed against yours, he looked down between your bodies and snaked his arm in between the two of you, grasping you between your legs, his fingers pressing against your ass and his thumb bearing down on your core through your jeans. You moaned and squirmed under his touch and he chuckled, looking back into your eyes. "You want it?" he smirked, already knowing the answer. You bit your lip and stared back into his eyes, nodding your head at him and he immediately went to work on your jeans, unbuttoning and tugging them down before turning his attention to his own belt and fly. He ran a finger through your folds, already knowing you were soaking wet and didn't need any help. He basked in the fact that just a kiss and the idea of him taking you down would make the want inside you come out in full force. He licked his lips as he looked over you, pumping himself in his hand a few times before pushing inside you with force, causing a loud gasp to escape your throat. Your hands wrapped around his neck, your fingers sliding underneath the collar of his tee shirt to dig into his back as he thrusted roughly inside you, grunting each time he entered you. He pushed into you and stilled himself inside, pulling away from you and pulling the front of his shirt up over his head to expose his chiseled abs and chest, littered with outlaw tattoos. He knew you loved running your fingers down his body while he fucked you, and he smiled as your eyes lit up at the sight of his skin, reaching to run your fingertips gently over his body. 

Your touch riled him up even more, as he set a new, quicker pace. The moans and groans the two of you made and the sound of the cascading water from the fall yards away were the only noises that could be heard.

He pulled out of you, grabbing one of your legs at the knee and flipping you over, wasting no time in pushing back into you, but stopping once he was inside and moving his hips from side to side while in you, stretching you further. You clutched the blanket underneath you tightly in your fists as Happy's dick explored parts of your body that only he knew, pushing you over the edge and making you call out his name. He pressed his hands down against your lower back, holding you to the ground as he pounded into you with furor, causing you to jump and crawl away from him but he pulled you back and held you still, leaning over your body to your ear, where his breath tickled your senses as he let out one last groan before collapsing on top of you, pulling out and releasing his seed on the blanket below. "So..." he kissed your shoulder, "you sure the dead bodies bother you?" he chuckled as he placed small kisses down your spine.

"Waking up Happy" SMUT! Happy Lowman x Reader (GIFs aren't mine) . . . You knew the dangers of startling your man awake. You had gotten one or two unintentional jabs to the ribs from the Killer when you first started out together. Quickly you learned that there were only two ways to wake your man up. The first way was from far away, shouting or tossing something at him, yeah it still startled him but you weren't in the danger zone so it worked. The second way was for when you had a little more time, like today, with the method you were currently employing.... You pulled the blankets over your head and slid to his side gently. He slept on his back, thankfully, because this would be difficult if he didn't. You always started out kissing his hips and abdomen, which were typically unclothed and just above the waistband of his boxer briefs, before moving to kiss over the top of the cloth separating you from his jewels. You stroked him through the fabric, his body responding to you perfectly, even in his sleep, as his member began to spring to life. Finally, when he started to fidget a little and you knew he was only partially asleep, you tugged his boxers down, releasing his cock from its cotton prison and flattening your tongue against the underside, licking a long stripe up to the tip. You pulled the blankets down so both your bodies were exposed to the chilly air in your home and you sucked just the tip of him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around as you noticed by the low growl in his throat that his wet dream had begun. You smiled and started a shallow rhythm, sucking just a couple inches in and out as your hands were fixed to his sides, when you finally coaxed a moan from your lover you began to take him into your mouth deeper, sucking him in as far as you could, his dick pressing against the furthest reaches of your throat and you held him there, gently pressing against him and flexing your muscles in your mouth to massage his shaft. He was beginning to wake up, when you started your rhythm again, sucking him in and out while you trailed your hand down his body and secured a soft grip around his balls, gently pulling and rubbing them as his hands came to life. They fastened themselves to the back of your head and grasped your hair as he pushed your mouth down on him and you smiled, continuing to blow him the way he was asking you to as he groaned at the stimulation. "(Y/N)," he panted, writhing underneath you and signaling he was finally completely awake and you smiled against him again, deep throating him a couple times while his hands guided you down. "Mmm God damn baby," he groaned as he squirmed, releasing your head and gripping the sheets beneath him as he thrusted his hips forward, his breathing desperate and shallow, you knew he was close to his release. You pulled your mouth off of him for a moment, pressing a kiss into his tip and whispering against the sensitive skin, "Come for me baby," as he tossed his head back and you sucked him into your mouth some more, your pace quick and firm while he let his moans fill the air. His stomach and leg muscles began to spasm under you as his dick convulsed, spilling his seed into your mouth which you drank up with fervor. His eyes finally opened and his dark lust-filled irises stared down at you as you licked the last drop of cum from his cock and smiled at him, pushing yourself up to sit back on your feet and wipe your mouth, staring back at him with a grin across your face. "I swear I love you," he growled, lunging forward and grabbing you to pull you on top of him as you giggled. He smashed his lips against yours, kissing you deeply before pulling away, tossing you on the bed beside him and climbing over you, "Now it's your turn."

“Defiance - Part 2”

Chibs Telford x Reader

SMUT!

Once again @girlwithdreamsandablog just for you! . . . He grunted into the kiss as he ground his hips into you and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He released your hair and moved his hands down to the side of your dress, hiking it up before his lips trailed along your jaw to your throat and he found your panties, ripping the fabric off of your body, not bothering to pull them down. He returned his hands to your dress again while his lips were still on your neck, pulling it up and over your head as he bit down harshly on your collarbone causing you to gasp and wince. He licked over the bite, soothing it with his tongue before picking you up and smothering himself between your breasts as he walked to the bedroom.

You knew better than to show him you were enjoying this, this was punishment sex, and he was going to be rough with you regardless, but even more so if you even cracked a smile. He threw you on the bed, shrugging out of his kutte and shirt and setting them on the dresser before undoing his belt. It was hard not to stare as he stripped down, this man of yours was so damn sexy you never once thought of another man in all the years you had been together. He whipped the belt out of his belt loops and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them off, stepping out of his boxers to reveal his already stiff cock as you waited for instructions.

“On your stomach,” he ordered and you did as you were told, flipping over and poking your butt in the air, closing your eyes.

You felt him kneel on the bed behind you between your legs, his hands rubbing down your back and over your ass, his right palm resting on your cheek, his left hand breaking away to stroke himself, as his right thumb ventured down to your center to feel your wetness, his fingertips pressing firmly into your butt cheek. You kept your face buried in the pillow, trying to keep quiet and avoid moaning as he dipped his thumb inside you, pulling it out to spread your juices all over the outside of your tight pink slit. He did this a few times, each time dipping his thumb in deeper and he grunted with impatience as you turned your head to look back at him.

Suddenly and without warning he plunged himself into you, filling you completely with one long hard stroke that forced a scream from your throat, before stilling himself, completely buried within you, and placing both of his hands on your lower back. He began to pull out of you slowly again but only barely before he slammed into you again using your lower back for leverage, making you bite your lip to keep from crying out. He did this over and over again before he finally let himself fall over you, his chest resting against your back and his mouth attached to your ear as he rocked into you slowly but still deeply, looping his hand under your arm at your shoulder and gripping your throat with one hand while his legs moved out to straddle you and push your thighs together, his dick still moving inside you, while his other hand reached down underneath you at your center to allow his fingers to circle your clit.

“Ye want ta moan, love?” he growled into your ear, his hand still grasping your throat,

“You can moan, let me hear it,” he coaxed, slowly moving in and out of you as his hand worked on your most sensitive area.

“Mmm…” you let yourself groan and he gave an amused scoff.

“Whose pussy is this love?” he whispered, stilling himself in you again awaiting your answer.

“It’s yours baby…” you breathed, the feeling of him deep within you coupled with the exhilarating feeling of his fingers winding around your clit making you weak.

“Say ma name.” he ordered, grasping your throat tighter and slamming into you roughly.

“Ohhh! FILIP!” you screamed as his dick plowed into you.

“Thas right, (Y/N). Thas right, love. Don’t forget it,” he bit your skin between your shoulder blades and leaned back up, releasing his hand from your throat but his other hand was still attached to your clit as he began stroking into you quicker but equally as rough as before, his breathing labored as you began to feel your stomach tighten. Before you knew it, you were ready come around his dick, his hands giving you the extra stimulation you needed to tip you over the edge as you gasped and moaned into the pillow, pushing your butt up against his hips, your walls tightening around his member as a devilish grin stretched across his face and he removed his hand from your core. He then without warning brought it up to slap you powerfully across the ass, making you jump, squeal, and clench your muscles just as he slammed into you one last time, spilling himself into you and thrusting through his orgasm, muttering Gaelic curse words as he stuffed himself inside you and stayed there for a moment, enjoying the twitching your body did involuntarily around him.

He pulled out of you and fell onto the bed beside you, both of your chests heaving as you struggled to catch your breath after your orgasms.

“No more disobeyin’ me, (Y/N),” he huffed, staring at the ceiling.

You rolled over you cuddle into his side, breathing his scent as you smiled against his skin.

“Yes sir.”