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Hi J ! Love your writing! I was wondering if you could do a batman x fem!reader based off the idea that the reader is Jim Gordon's daughter and she meets batman and its really awkward and cute but Jim is not having it becuase he is super protective. Sorry if that's broad lol I'm new to requesting 😂😀

Ahh hi!! This is so fun, thank you so much for the request (I am so honored that you like my work!) 💕 I started thinking about it last night, and I got sucked in - I hope this works as a sweet little meet-cute.

Dinner Guest

Rated G - 900 words

Batman x F!Reader (Jim Gordon’s oldest daughter)

No Tags - just awkward first meetings! I tried to tap into the “college girl trying to look cute in front of her dad’s new co-op”, vibes haha 💕 (was that anyone else or just me??)

You wave at the guards as you push open the glass front door - there were perks for being the Commissioner's daughter, such as skipping the long line for security. Adjusting the straps of your tote bag, you follow the familiar path to the main office, the groups of desks clustered together.

Most of the officer's knew you by face, even the new recruits - you had practically grown up there. Hours spent making forts under your dad's desk, or sitting next to Mrs. Hudson, utterly fascinated by how she could switch from talking to you about school to dispatching calls, the picture of calm professionalism.

Rising on tip-toe, you scan the pockets of people, looking for your father - eventually spotting him leaning over a wall divider, talking to Officer Martinez.

Making your way over, your shoulder bumps as against his, announcing your arrival - his smile warm as he pauses, excusing himself as you give the officer a small wave.

“I didn’t know you were coming to see me. Where’s Barbara?” Jim hugs you, pecking a kiss against your temple.

“Babs is hanging out with friends, so I stopped by instead. I’m between classes,” You wave your hand, showing off the manila folder from his home office. “I brought those files you wanted.”

But then there’s someone else at his elbow, a Lieutenant wanting his advice on a case, Officer Martinez still waiting on his own answer.

“Can you put them in my office honey? I’ll be there in a minute.” He looks apologetic, but you smile, knowing how busy he is.

“Sure, dad.”

“You’re a lifesaver.” He smiles, squeezing your shoulder before you go.

Weaving between the desks, you walk down the short hallway, his new private office located at the end, his name printed in gold on the frosted window.

Once since you hesitate, frowning when you see the back window, cracked half-way open despite the late winter chill. It closes easily with a solid push, and as you go to turn you freeze in your tracks, something big and dark fluttering out of the corner of your eye.

Turning quickly, you gasp, the twist of fear in your stomach transforming into something else - surprise, excitement. It was the edge of a cape, caught in the wind, belonging to the figure waiting in the shadowed corner of the office.

"Oh my god, it's you." You breathe, clutching the folder to your chest, unable to stop your eyes from taking the quick loop, from his cowl to his boots, then back, "I follow all your cases, you are amazing."

He shifts, silent and wary, and you inch towards the wooden desk, resting your hip on it, utterly fascinated. The Batman is so much taller, broader, than you had though, the grainy photos online not doing him due justice.

Handsome, too. Younger than you thought.

All exciting revelations.

"My dad talks about you all the time." You confess, "I didn't think he actually, like - knew you."

He blinks, the flash of blue disappearing behind dark lids. Then, he surprises you, rasping out, "We... work together. He's a good man."

"Yeah, I know. He's great." You smile, turning to set the folder on his desk, your tote on the ground. A thrill runs through you, electric, and you wonder if your dad ever mentioned you, talked about you when they were working on cases.

But then your eyes are widening in realization, "Oh! You're probably here to see him. Do you want me to grab him?”

"I can wait."

It's silent again for a moment. But then you get an idea, pushing to your feet as you step closer, "You should come to dinner sometime, at our house. If you wanted. It's the least we can do, after you’ve done so much."

The door cracks open then, saving him from answering. Jim's brow is furrowed, looking puzzled as he closes it behind him, "Honey, who are you talking - oh."

The two men look at each other, before your dad turns back to you. You smile, shrugging as you lean back against the desk, "We were just talking. I invited him over, I could make dinner for all of us sometime."

He looks at you like you've sprouted two heads, "Honey, you hate cooking. You said so last night.”

You return a look of your own, a sharp barb of exasperation as your cheeks heat, before turning to face Batman, "Well, I wouldn't this time."

Jim shakes his head, taking you by the arm, gently pushing you towards the door, "We've taken enough of his time. Mrs. Hudson was asking about you, will you go say hi to her? We need a minute."

Sighing in disappointment, you crack the door open enough to slip through. Remembering at the last minute to lean back in to offer a quick "nice to meet you!" along with a cheery wave to the masked man, before the door clicks shuts behind you.

You think you saw him smile - or at least, that's how you're going to remember it later, when you pick apart every last detail.

Jim collapses in his chair after you leave, removing his glasses to rub at his temples, trying to soothe the headache that’s threatening to form, “My advice… do not have daughters.”

He looks up, and sees that Batman has not moved, except for the eyes that linger on the door - the frosted glass where the briefest shape of you can be seen as you walk down the hall.

Jim scowls.

“Or better yet, just stay away from mine.”

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the last time.

a/n: a random unedited idea i didn't plan on sharing but woke up today and said why not? brought to you by the song under the cut + my personal rule of only giving one smutty angel fic for every 10 fluffy ones

pairing: angel reyes x reader

warnings: rough sex + angel's smart ass mouth. if you squint there's a line or two of plot

sum: it’d be a lie if he said he didn’t wait by his phone for your call. each time you say it’s the last time, and each time angel makes sure it’s not.

words: 680

"I'm serious, Angel. Tonight is the last time."

Your previously uttered words are now dead--a foolish statement now stuck in your throat. The cool metal of Angel's rings press against your overheated skin. They force you to swallow each word with each gasp of air you take in.

"...what was that shit you were talkin' 'bout in the car....hmm...."

The breathless tease isn't enough to force your eyes to where they're supposed to be. It's the tightening of Angel's grip that opens your eyes, bringing them back to his.

You want to open your mouth-- spit back a response that matches the nature of his mocking tone--but all your mind can muster is a whimper.

You know the look in his eyes shouldn't cause your fingers to dig into his skin, begging him to go deeper. You know you shouldn't be shamelessly tripping over his name the way you are. Your teeth shouldn't be catching his bottom lip--tugging as he tells you how good you feel.

"...tonight is the last time..."

Your previously spoken words are thrown back at you, now dripping in humor as your hand presses against his hip. Angel drags it out the way, pressing it into the mattress, ignoring the feeble plea for a break.

"...the way you feening for this dick...you ain't going anywhere..."

He chuckles, a huge grin on his face as your hips grind up to meet his thrusts.

"...you really mean it this time, querida...huh..."

Angel smirk finds your neck, the circles he rubs against your clit--harsh and quick--pulling your eyes shut.

"...then go ahead...say that shit again..."

You open your mouth--willing yourself to say the words again. But you can't. The only word your mind can find through the haze is his name.

"...you can't say it can you..."

Between the shaking of his voice--the warmth of his mouth as he groans against your ear--you can't muster the strength to admit what you knew the moment you heard his voice through the receiver tonight.

"...nah, you can't..."

His name falls from your lips. Your voice wrecked--pleading--as your body strains, attempting to fight off the swell of another orgasm.

"...you love this shit too fucking much..."

Angel can't get enough of your voice, the feeling that surges through him as his name spills--breathless--from your lips. The feel of you pulsing around him, the trembling of your thighs as he presses them back towards the mattress.

He never can. Hopes he never will have to. That's why he doesn't let up. His hips and fingers never faltering. He knows the sob that catches in your throat as well as he does every inch of your body. It is your way of telling him you can't give him anymore.

"...fuck that shit..." he hisses.

The waver in his voice is gone. The chuckles he releases digging your fingers into his hips. His words are now low, a rasped promise.

"...this ain't the last fucking time..."

Adjusting the rearview mirror, you're granted a better peek at your reflection.

Your teeth tug against your bottom lip, the tips of your fingers brushing against the curve of your neck. Although he’s always careful to never leave behind any lasting trace of him on your skin, you can still feel the pressure of Angel’s grip.

The displaced curls and smeared makeup has been fixed, returned to their usual perfection. As your eyes take in your lipstick, a familiar warmth slowly creeps across the skin. The same that comes each time you glance up to find Angel’s eyes watching you in the mirror. Still in bed, arm behind his head, a freshly lit cigarette between his lips. A smug smirk on his face as he watches undo the damage he’s done to you.

Your gaze moves past the mirror to the man waiting patiently for you at the base of the restaurant steps.

The moment the gear shifts into park, Miguel steps off the curb. He wears a warm smile ready to open your door.

“Sorry for the delay, mi amor,” he sighs, his lips pressing a soft kiss against your knuckles. “Getting back took longer than I anticipated. I take it you found a way to keep yourself preoccupied?”

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Mortal Kombat (2021) dir. Simon McQuoid

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Filth + Angel

“We’re just....friends.” “friends don’t do this type of shit!”

You squeezed your eyes shut as Angel thrust up and deep into you. You dug your fingernails into his shoulders, continuing to ride him. Sweat stuck to your bodies. The bed bounced off the wall. The stench of sex was heavy in the air as you both chased pleasure.

Angel’s face was buried in your breasts, his bearded lips mouthing at your nipples as you pulled at his hair. He hissed and bit you back in retaliation. You smiled at the action because it only served to make you wetter.

A shrill ringing cut through the moment, pulling your focus. Your phone was lying face up on the nightstand, the name that appeared on the screen making you roll your eyes.

“I need to get that.” You said between breaths, slowing your hips.

“It can wait.” Angel mumbled from between your breasts.

“It’s the third time she’s called. Something could be wrong.” You insisted, stopping your movements all together as you leaned over to retrieve the still ringing device.

Angel rolled his eyes and sighed, signaling he was annoyed with your choice. You rolled your eyes back, mouthing “It won’t take long”.

“Hello?” You answered, trying hard not to sound out of breath or as if you still had a dick still very much inside of you.

“Finally! I’ve been calling you.” Came the other voice on the line.

“Sorry Mom, I was with a friend. Didn’t hear the phone.” You hastily explained, ignoring the way Angel’s face scrunched up at your words.

“You sound like you’ve been running. Everything okay?”

“No, yeah everything is fine. Just working out.” You fibbed again, this time acknowledging Angel’s scoff. You mimed for him to be quiet, shaking your head.

“Oh…at ten o’clock at night?” She pressed, doubt creeping into her tone.

Angel must’ve heard her because he raised his brows, amused at your response and eager to hear what you’d say.

“Is everything alright, Mom? I’m a little busy at the moment.”

You tried to keep the annoyance out of your voice. But between her curiosity and Angel’s wandering hands, you were very close to losing your shit. One way or the other.

“I was just calling to check on you. Your father and I hadn’t heard from you in a few days.” Your mother explained, her words taking on a judgmental lilt.

You sighed, slapping away Angel’s hands on your breasts as you readjusted the phone. “I’ll call first thing in the morning, okay?”

“I guess.” She retorted in that motherly way that let you know she didn’t like being rushed off the phone.

“Okay, love you.”

“Love you too, honey.”

And with that, the call was ended.

You flung the phone across the room, hearing it land in a pile of Angel’s clothes in the corner. You stared down at him, meeting his mischievous gaze. He licked his lips, an eyebrow raised in a silent question.

“So I’m a friend, huh?” He asked, hands now back to exploring your curves.

“Yeah.” You replied simply, letting your arms encircle his neck.

“Just friends?” He probed again, mouth gliding up your neck.

You opened yourself up to him as the feel of him came rushing back to you, your hips moving on their own.

“We’re just…friends.” You parroted back, voice coated with reignited lust.

Angel’s teeth nipped at the underside of your chin as his hips rose off the bed and into you. You yelped when he forced your lower body down, unwilling to let you move or detach from him.

“Friends don’t do this type of shit.” He growled before slamming back into you.

Your entire body twisted around him as every nerve caught fire. You could only hold on as he flipped you onto your back and began fucking you with wild abandon. You trailed your nails down his back, feeling every penetrating thrust from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. Your body slid across the mattress with every push of his hips, your head practically hanging off the edge of it. He manipulated every part of you. Each gesture was deliberate, but it felt like sheer chaos to your overstimulated body. He fucked you raw. Fucked you until you begged him to stop, your orgasm having come and gone. You were at his unforgiving mercy. And it was more than worth it.

Finally, when he felt he’d proved his point and filled you with enough cum to have it slipping from your depths, he collapsed beside you.

“Still just a friend?” He asked between breaths, a hint of a prideful smirk on his lips.

You rolled into his side, nuzzling his neck before biting at his ear lobe.

“How about best friends?” You teased, laughing when he playfully slapped your ass.

From then on, Angel made it his mission to prove he was more than just your friend.

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i feel like i need to apologize to myself for the fanfics i read...

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Parents: lemme see your phone

Me: ok just give me a minute

Parents: what are you hiding?! Porn? Drugs? Sex?

Me: *closing 37 taps of x reader fanfiction*

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Girl Prospect

Pairing: Mayans Mc x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 878

Ps: This is my first imagine that I have wrote..

It is hard to be prospect especially knowing that you're basically a fucking maid. I never thought the day that I was going to be part of a male biker gang with just being the only female who would have known am I right. They underestimate me because I was “girl” which some bull only if they have known what I had been through in my early life then maybe they will think different but they won’t because your girl doesn't like the fact saying her business where I was from they raised me that way “Keep your secrets to yourself because you can’t trust no one” but also no one needs to be in my business mind your own but sometimes I did wonder how would they react if they knew who I really was in the inside…

“Hey Girl Scout over here with two beers” Angel said to me and Angel had some weird thing. I mean he is good looking and he knows it but Angel was also funny and sweet is just that I know how he is with women so I just stay away because I’m not trying to get my heartbroken again.So  I walked over to him with the two beers.

“Here anything else” 

“Yeah let me take you out Querida” grabbing my wrist while biting his bottom lip looking at me. A part of me was like “girl if you don’t get on him” but then another part of me was like “nah sis he finna fuck up your heart so back and walk away”. So what part should I listen to…

“Take me out where Angel” looking down at him while he grabs my wrist turning it around and seeing the ink that was on.  “I don’t know you tell me Mi Dulce” Looking at me with that smug smile that can make a woman's panties fall off her legs. He knows what he is doing. This isn’t his first time doing this to any woman but  I ain’t or at least I think I’m not but I know how to get out of this.

“Angel don’t you have Adelita” pulling my wrist away from his hand and walking away leaving him speechless but then I was bumped with someone and spilling their beer on me like damn people can’t see how they are walking.

 “I’m sorry y/n” 

“Hey man, look where you are-” looking at the shirt and then looking up to the person that I bumped into Ezekiel.

 “Y/nn I’m sorry hey let me help you get cleaned up” 

“No, it's fine” I said nervously looking at him with a smile on his face with those dimples that he has.

 “Come on I messed up your shirt it’s the least I can do”

“Well my shirt is pretty wet and I don’t want to smell beer” “Oh you can wear one of shirts” He said, grabbing my wrist and leading me outside to his trailer but when I turned my head to the side I saw the jealousy that Angel had in his eyes which I didn’t seem to get. Once we got to Ez trailer he opened the door for me and let me in.

“If you mind me asking if it is comfy to live here” I said looking around the small trailer which it was nice...I mean at least he has it organized but too organized I wonder why. I turned to him and saw him finding a shirt for me to wear.

“It’s really sweet of you doing this some people would just ignore it and walk away” leaning to the counter and seeing him find a shirt but Lord Jesus those arms in action like damn how those this man not have girl because If I was his girl would never stop ridin-

“Y/nnn here you go” giving me the shirt that he was looking for me.

“Ohh thank you” grabbing the shirt from his hand while touching his hand slightly and feeling the warmness of his hand. 

“I’m going to turn around so you can change” turning around away from me

“Wow you're a prude” while taking shirt off and hearing him chuckle making me smile knowing that I did that.

“ Sorry I’m just respectful to women”

“As you should” that was something that I did like from Ez. He is a respectful guy that sometimes that you don’t find often besides him just being fine you know. Finally putting the shirt on it looked like a dress on me.

“You can turn around now prude”

“Wow you look good with my clothes” smiling at me

 “Thank you” I said looking down at my shoes and smiling like some idiot knowing that I would never be with him or any guy knowing guys don’t go for girls like me..

“Hey I’ll tell bishop that your feeling sick so you can leave and  let Steve take care of the bar alright”

 “Oh thanks see you tomorrow” I said going up to him kissing his cheek leaving him speechless walking out. Going to my bike and turning it on leaving letting the road take me to my destination. Just thinking on how this is leading to with my life.. 

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Update to Mayans Mc Fandom has your guys Hulu works or it still tripping?

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Is it me or did Hulu deleted episode 7 from season 3 Mayans Mc Hulu explain also did this happen to others?

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A Night with the Guys

Hey guys, this is wayyyy out of my comfort zone and I don’t normally write things like this but it was in my head after seeing some thirsty posts about all the men in the MC and I had to get it out and some people seemed interested in reading it so here it is!! 

Let me know what you think - if you like it I wouldn’t be opposed to writing more along these lines. Or if you hate it let me know kindly to never do this again lmao 

Warning: group sex, multiple male partners, oral sex (male and female receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, age gaps (implied w/ Bishop), drinking, ass eating (barely, but it’s still there), multiple orgasms, aftercare 

Pairing: Reader x EZ, Angel, Coco, Creeper, Bishop.

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mayans mc week - ship/dynamic you love the most
the reyes brothers ( ＾◡＾ )っ♡

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“Aww, look at those cute little chubby cheeks,” Chibs teased.

“Give it back!” I demanded. Opie tsked, pushing my shoulder away from the men.

“And the buttcheeks, still as soft and plump,” Tig chuckled. 

“What the fuck?” I cursed.

“As shady as that sounds, it’s true darlin’“ Jax smirked.

“Can’t you guys just respect me and my body?” I asked.

“But we are simply admiring a masterpiece,” Tig defended.

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The One With the Threesome | One Shot

ANGEL REYES x READER x EZ REYES

Warnings: SMUT. Unprotected sex. 

Author’s note: This is porn without a plot. I may be ovulating 

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It started as a joke. 

The guy who sent you the drink with his number scribbled on a napkin was ogling from afar. 

“Argh, I forgot about how you’re such a dick magnet!” Angel slurred and you slapped his arm, frowning at him.

Ez chuckled and nodded. “Annoying as fuck. I don’t know how you handle this”

You were childhood friends. Angel helped you and Ez pulling your baby teeth out when you were kids. You used to play on the street, laughing and fighting all day. The best days of your life. When the inevitable teenagehood arrived, you were there for each other. You had so much fun going to parties together and were there for each other at your first heartbreak. You kissed once or twice just for fun, but it was innocent and sweet. Angel got a job, Ez and you got to college, and then when shit got south your world crushed. Angel joined the Mayans, Ez was in jail and you moved on with your life. Now you finished your degree and was planning to move back to Santo Padre, so you were here to find an apartment. You were staying with them.

“I don’t! I just wanna get rid of him!” You whined and the Reyes exchanged a look.

“What?” You asked, distrusting. You knew them too well, that look meant something. 

Angel laughed and grabbed the sit of your stool, dragging it closer to him. 

“What are you doing?” You were facing him so close you could feel the smell of cigarettes and cologne on him.

He grinned and you felt Ez’s hands ghosting over your shoulders before start massaging it. You turned your head at him and noticed the way his tongue caressed his bottom lip before speaking.

“We’re getting rid of him, sweetheart.” 

You laughed and shook your head at what he was suggesting. 

At this point, you felt Angel nuzzling into your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses from your collarbone to that sweet spot behind your ear. You gasped and Ez held your chin in place, easing Angel’s way, and leaned to kiss you. His tongue claimed it’s way into your mouth and you gave up. The taste of whiskey in his tongue was intoxicating. Meanwhile, Angel was getting bolder by the second. He traced a line down your neck, finding the soft flesh of the top of your breasts. You thought he would stop there but he continued savoring it. Your head was spinning. Ez’s hand sneaked to the back of your head, twisting and pulling your hair. Angel sneaked his way into your blouse and captured your left nipple with his lips, giving it a quick suck before releasing it with a loud ‘pop’. “Fuck!”, You muttered and force yourself to push them away. 

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“were you talking to Y/N?” Tig asked, approaching the guy, “cuz it looked like you just cat called Y/N.”

“look man i’m sorry, i didnt realize she was taken.” the guy said, backing off.

“well you see now laddy, thats not the point.” Chibs growled.

“the point is: she’s a woman and you won’t disrespect her, or any other female ever again.” Jax said sternly, “or you’ll have us to deal with.”

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Female Prospect

Request from anon for a Jax x Reader based on the following prompts:

#8 - “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

#33 - “Bite me.” “If you insist.”

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“(Y/N)! Get over here!” You groan and drop the bin bag you’re holding, the voice of the club’s president distracting you from your current assignment. Being a prospect hadn’t been too bad in the beginning, but after six months of constant hell, you were starting to wonder whether you still wanted to be in SAMCRO at all.

“Yo, Priss! Am I talking to myself?” Your blood boils at the nickname, a huff leaving you as you begrudgingly walk, or more so stomp, towards the voice. Once you get to Jax’s room, you knock, plastering a fake smile on your face, and enter the room.

His shit eating grin is enough to make your fists clench; he knows that he gets under your skin and he just loves it. He’s sprawled out on his bed, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, your eyes aching to slip down and admire his physique. You would, you’d love to, but he notices everything, and you’d rather not give him yet another reason to act like a twat. “You called, my lord?”

“Can you pass me my shirt?” He gestures to a white tee, sitting just inches away from him. You raise your eyebrow, knowing he could’ve easily have got it himself. However, the look on his face, the anticipation laced upon his skin; he wants you to crack, wants you to give in. Yet, somehow, you manage to pass him the shirt, curtsying after you do so, just for a little sass.

You know you probably shouldn’t have the attitude. Nevertheless, being the only female prospect, and knowing that Jax can take a joke, even if he acts like a prick 99% of the time, you know you can get away with it.

“Thanks, priss. Have you finished cleaning yet? That party last night was pretty wild, I’m sure it’ll be a challenge for you.” He stands up and slides the shirt over his head, part of you thankful that the distraction is gone, the other part slightly disappointed.

“I’m sure it was.” You say sarcastically, rolling your eyes. All he does is chuckle in response as you lean on the door frame, his legs carrying him across the room to grab a clean pair of socks. “I’ve done most of it though, I’ll probably be finished soon.”

You observe him silently as he sits on the edge of his slightly messy bed, putting on his socks and shoes. The gesture is so simple, yet everything he does seems to mesmerise you. Not that you’d ever tell him that, of course. Apart from the obvious fact that he is fucking hot, everything else about him is pretty shit.

“Good girl, at least you women are useful for something.” Just like that, the attraction is gone. It seems to you that every time he opens his mouth, he pisses you off, whether it’s on purpose or he’s just a jerk 24/7.

“Bite me.” You snarl, crossing your arms and standing up straight, the hairs on your back standing up, like an animal ready to fight. A deep laugh leaves him, his tongue slipping over his bottom lip cockily as he sways over to you.

He’s a little taller than you, his eyes looking down at you as he stops right in front of your frame. The smell of soap and mens deodorant whiffs up your nose, the slight tinge of cigarette smoke mixed in with it. You stiffen up as he leans down next to your ear, his warm breath fanning on your neck.

“If you insist.” He whispers, nipping playfully at your neck. Your lids drop shut involuntarily, his lips placing a soft, open mouthed kiss on your skin before pulling away. You open your eyes, the smug smirk on his face letting you know you’d reacted just how he wanted.

Scoffing, you shove him, his body stumbling back a little before he catches himself, still smirking. You step back closer to him, standing as tall as you can, trying to prove you’re not affected by his presence.

“Stay away from me, Jax.” What is supposed to be a warning, comes out unconvincing, your voice slightly shaky from his actions moments before. He hums, that panty dropping smile on his face, his eyes looking you up and down, sizing you up.

“Mhm, you’re fucking hot when you’re mad.“ His voice is husky, his words knocking you breathless as you’re completely caught off guard, your body unable to pull together a response. You just stare into his pupils, caught in his web as you find your face drifting closer to his, like a magnetic force is pulling you together. You can feel his breath on your face, his soft, inviting lips just hovering above yours-

A bang from outside interrupts you both, and you’re not sure whether you’re thankful or pissed off. Jax seems as put out as you feel, a layer of annoyance covering his face before its covered with that all knowing smile again.

You groan, frustrated, before spinning on your heel and storming out of the room, feeling hot, unsatisfied, but mostly confused.

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A/N - Thanks for the request! Hope you liked :)