#Sons of Anarchy oneshot

[justanoasisimagines]

Hello Darlin'

Summary; Jax writes you a letter while in Prision. Pairing; Jax Teller x Female Reader Warnings; Strong Language

I know you've been busy with the kids and everything else while I've been stuck in this shithole. We're working on getting out of here but it's taking longer than planned. Shit has gone south.

I'm still counting down the days until I see your gorgeous face. It's the only thing keeping going. Apart from the kids of course.

Are the kids behaving themselves? Remember if you need a break or their getting under your feet, just take them over to my Mom's. She'll gladly take them for a few hours. Spoil them rotten and all.

I've sent you a visiting order so I can talk to you in person. Our phone calls aren't cutting it anymore.

Love you Darlin'

Jax

[mysticalmallard]

Lonely Nights

Description: Tig is struggling, and she knows he is but he hates these conversations and will do anything to distract her from them.

Word count: 2,470

Warnings ⚠️: Angst, suggestive wording alluding to smutty things but nothing graphic. But I am still gonna mark this post as 18+ MDNI

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Tig and his girlfriend lay in bed, struggling to get a descent nights rest. Tig stares up at the ceiling with one hand wrapped snuggly around her bare waist. She slowly turns on her side to face Tig, a sign she was still awake too.

"What's on your mind, Darlin' ?" Tig runs his fingers gently down her side in a soothing manner he knows that helps her relax.

"I can't sleep." She says softly, her voice still rasp from the lack of use. She lays her head on his chest, listening to his rhythmic heart beat.

"I've noticed" He responds, his large hand wrapping around her body and pulling her closer.

She sighs and nestles her head into the crook of his neck. He runs his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp. "You worried about something?" He breaks the silence as he continues to soothe her.

"I'm worried about you." She looks up at him from her spot on his chest, her head resting on her arm that is placed against him.

He turns his attention to her, a surprised look on his face. "Me?" He almost laughs.

"Yeah..." she sighs "things at the club are crazy right now and you are barely home anymore.....and since...Donna....you know the way she died....I'm just worried about you.." she whispers wanting to get her point across without upsetting him.

Tig sighs and leans forward to place a tender kiss at the top of her head. "Ain't nothing gonna happen to me doll. I'm fine." He leans back against the pillow and pulls her closer once more.

"Please don't give me that." She rolls her eyes at his nonchalance. "I haven't seen you in almost a month. You look like you've barely been sleeping, I can see the bags under your eyes, and God only knows how much you've been drinking. I'm really worried Tiggy"

Tig looks down at her, a look of annoyance crossing his face. "You sound like my mother right now." He says with a hint of distaste in his voice. "Please, just let it go."

"No...I'm not going to let it go. You aren't looking good and I'm worried you're going to get yourself hurt or...." She trails off, not wanting the words to actually come out of her mouth, afraid of speaking it into existence.

Tig's eyes soften at her tone. He knows she was worried, but he was fine, damn it all. He tightens his grip around her waist, rolling her to her back while he holds himself over her body."I'm fine, Darlin' ," he says in a tone she knows is only meant for her. He leans down close to her ear, his breath hot on her neck. "Stop worryin' so much...you're gonna go grey before ya hit thirty."

She lets out a shaky breath at the feeling of his breath on her skin. She gently rests her hands on his shoulders while he peppers light kisses along her neck. "Stop trying to distract me." She responds, her voice soft.

"It's working, ain't it?" He asks in between kisses, his hands gently roam her body. "Besides, I'd rather do this than talk about all the crap that's going on." He leaves a slight bite to her sensitive skin, her gasp only encouraging him.

"Well, I-" Her mind goes blank as his kisses make their way across her collarbone and onto her chest. He knew damn well what this did to her and he was using it to his full advantage.

His touch is gentle but firm against her skin as his hands roam her body, exploring every inch of her body he could in this moment. The room is filled with her soft gasps and sighs, her fingers lightly tracing his shoulders and arms as he makes his way slowly down her body.

He smirks against her skin as her hands find their way into his hair, pulling softly to coax the sound of a quiet moan from his lips. All her worries seemed to melt away when he touched her like this, but she still couldn't shake the feeling in the back of her mind.

His lips continue their gentle assault down her body until he reaches her stomach. He kisses her hips before going lower and leaving a trail of kisses on her inner thighs. She moans when his lips meet the sensitive skin and he grins between kisses.

She's now a panting mess and every worry she previously held was gone the moment he started touching her. One of her hands grips the sheets while the other still held tightly to his hair.

He continues his slow, languid kisses, enjoying every soft moan and gasp that escapes her lips. This was a good way to distract her, he thinks to himself. Her mind was far too occupied to think about anything else.

He takes his time in leaving his mark, knowing she wouldn't complain about any of the possessive love bites he would leave in her body. He could never get enough of the way she fell apart in his hands, completely at his mercy.

The only coherent thought she seemed to be able to keep in her head is the thought of how damn good he was at this. His mouth and hands worked in perfect harmony against her skin, sending her into a dizzying whirlwind of pleasure.

He could feel the way her thighs trembled under his touch and how her breathing was uneven and ragged. His own breathing grew heavy and she could feel the way the quiet moans vibrated against her skin.

He continues his gentle assault until she is left writhing beneath his touch, her eyes squeezed shut as the first wave of pleasure takes over her body. He places gentle kisses on the inside of her thighs as she slowly comes down from her high.

He moves back up to her side and pulls her against his body, holding her tightly against his chest. He tucks her head under his chin and wraps his arms around her. His fingers trace soothing patterns across her skin and gently pulls the sheets up and over their bodies.

She nestles her face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. As she starts to come back down to reality, the worries flood her mind again. Tig feels her tense in his arms, knowing what she was thinking about again.

"I can hear ya thinkin', Darlin'," He murmurs into her hair. His hand continues to move gently up and down her back.

"Can't help it," she says softly, her head still tucked under his chin. It was like a switch flipped and reality came back in full force. "I just...I worry about you. And...I worry about us."

Tig's grip tightens at her words, and his fingers stop their gentle patterns. "What do you mean you worry about us?" He asks, a hint of unease to his voice.

She lifts her head so she can look up at him, her lips slightly parted. "Everything is so chaotic with the club right now. You barely have any time to yourself and when you do, you come home either hurt, exhausted, or both. You barely eat or sleep at home and I'm worried you're going to get yourself killed. And on top of all of that, we barely spend any time together anymore." She says the last line quietly.

Tig's heart aches at her words, a pain in his chest as he stares down at her small form pressed against him. She was right, he knew she was. But she also knew the club came first. "Doll', you knew when we started dating I came in a package deal. The Sons come first, you know that."

"I know...and I'm fine with that, really I am" she sighs looking down tracing circles on his chest trying to find the best way to word it. "I guess I thought there would still be some time set aside for us...for you....I know its not realistic to have a fixed schedule and that you could be needed at any moment...but you deserve a day atleast..." she mumbles eyes down.

Hearing her say he deserves a day made his heart throb in his chest. He gently cups her face in his hand and guides her eyes up to his. "Darlin'...you know I-" he stops in the midst of his rebuttal as he sees the way her face looked. It was a mix of frustration, worry, and....sadness.

"I'm not asking you to set aside time every week, don't get me wrong." She sighs, her voice still a soft whisper. "But you're still human, you need to eat and sleep more than two hours a night. I just want you to...take care of yourself more. Be a little more careful with yourself." She says softly, her eyes pleading.

Looking into her eyes, he feels like he's looking into a wounded animal. She was worried about him, she genuinely didn't want anything to happen to him. He sighs and pulls her flush against his body once more, resting his forehead against hers. "You know I can't make any promises, Darlin'."

Her eyes close as he pulls her body against his, but a slight pang of hurt shoots through her. "I don't care if you make a promise, I just want you to try." She whispers, a desperate, pleading edge to her tone.

He winces at the tone in her voice. Damn it, he hated when she used that tone. He didn't want to worry her, but how could he make promises that he couldn't keep? "I-" he pauses for a moment, trying to find the right words. "I will try, okay? I'll fucking try, Doll'..." he says so softly she almost thinks she imagined it.

He opens his mouth to say more but his phone ringing interrupted him. He picks it up from the side table, they both recognise the number flashing on the screen.

Tig glances down at her to gauge her reaction knowing full well what the number meant. He had to leave now. He knew he did, but God damn he didn't want to.

He answers the phone anyway.He gives a simple "Yeah," to whoever is on the other end of the line. His gaze doesn't leave hers, but a guilty look is plastered across his face. He knows he's about to ruin her night again, it happens far too often now.

She's watching him with a hint of desperation and sadness in her eyes, already knowing the conversation will end the way it normally does. With him leaving.

As the person on the end of the line responds, Tig reluctantly tears his eyes away from her and glances at the clock. "I'll be there in twenty." He says before hanging up.

His heart clenches as he looks back at her, knowing exactly what she's thinking. This is how it always is: him getting a call at night and having to leave, leaving her in bed, alone, after she just poured her heart out to him. "Darlin'...I'm—" He stops mid sentence and sighs. It was pointless to even try to justify it, she knew the club came first.

She says nothing, sitting up off of him pulling the sheets to cover her chest....pausing looking up at him a small frown on her face "Ride safe, yeah?" She whispers with a small forced smile on knowing there was nothing she could say to make him stay.

Tig sighs as she sits up, knowing she's trying to push her feelings aside for now. "Yeah." He says, his eyes never leaving her's. It felt like a knife to the gut seeing her trying to pretend to be okay in this moment. "I'll be back before you know it." He tries to soothe her nerves but he knows it's pointless.

He sits up now too and turns away from her, his bare feet meeting the cool wooden floor. He stands and quickly grabs a pair of jeans from the dresser and pulls them on before grabbing a t-shirt and his socks. He gets dressed as quickly as possible, knowing he didn't want to draw this out any longer.

Once he's fully dressed he turns his attention back to her, still sitting on the bed looking so small and vulnerable. The sight makes his heart ache but he pushes the feeling down and moves back to her. He cups her face in his hands and gently kisses her forehead, feeling her body tense under his touch.

"I'm sorry, Darlin'." He whispers as he continues to hold her face in his hands. He sees the sadness in her eyes, the loneliness, and it hurts him to know he was the cause of it. He gently kisses her forehead again before moving his hands away from her face. She doesn't say a word, just continues to look at him, the hint of a lonely frown evident on her face.

He sighs and turns away, glancing at the clock on the bedside table once more. "I gotta go." He says finally, though it pains him to say the words. He hates leaving her like this, but he had a job to do and the club was waiting for him.

He moves around the foot of the bed and to the bedroom door, not stopping to look back at her knowing he'd lose his will to leave. He pushes the bedroom door open and walks through it, pausing in the small hallway for just a moment. His heart is in his throat and it feels like he's about to choke on it but he says the line he always does and he does it as gently as he can. "Don't wait up, Darlin'."

She waits until the sound of his bike completely faded out, and the silence of the night returned before she allowed herself to let her tears fall. She held them in as he got dressed and left, but now that she was left in the quiet of the house, alone, she couldn't stop them anymore.

She curled up in the bed, pulling the covers tightly around her body to try and seek comfort from the absence of Tig now. The quiet sobs shook her body and her tears soaked the pillow under her head and face.

The situation they were in was an endless cycle; he would leave, she would be alone and sad, he would come home, a short amount of time would be set aside for 'them' and then they would be on a timer until the next time he had to leave. It was the same cycle over, and over, and over again, and if something didn't change soon, she had a feeling it was the beginning of the end for them.

[lunajay33]

Masterlist 2.0

Fluff>☆ Angst>꩜ Spicy>ꨄ︎ Suggestive>❀

Masterlist 1.0 Masterlist 3.0

Daryl Dixon🏹

{Pre-Apocalypse}

Too Young> ꩜☆

{Quarry Era}

Soulmate> ☆

Searching for You> ☆꩜ pt.2 pt.3

{Farm Era}

The Farmers Daughter> ꨄ︎

{Prison Era}

Future> ꩜☆

How to tell you I Love You> ☆

Bad Dream> ☆

{Alexandria}

Despair> ꩜

Where’s My Wife> ꩜☆

Am I Gonna Make It> ꩜☆

{Series}

Change->Part.8•Part.9•Part.10•Part.11

New World->Part.15

Suppose to be You->Part.1 Part.2 Part.3

Where are You->Part.1 Part.2 Part.3 Part.4 Part.5 Part.6 Complete

Negan Smith

{Saviours Era}

The Bad Guy> ❀

{Neighbour}

Crave> ☆❀

{Coach}

Just a Taste> ☆ꨄ︎

{Friends Dad}

Desires> ☆ꨄ︎

Sons of Anarchy

{Chibs Telford}

The Teller Girl> ꩜☆ꨄ︎ Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9 Complete

His Flower> ☆꩜ꨄ︎ Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5

{Happy Lowman}

The Lion & Lamb> ꩜☆ꨄ︎ Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

Are You Happy?> ☆

Secret> ☆

Been Waiting> ꩜☆

Too Long> ꨄ︎

{Happy&Kozik}

Not as Planned> ꩜☆ꨄ︎ Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5

Supernatural

{Sam Winchester}

New Addition> ꩜☆

Surprise> ☆

Fated> ꩜☆

{Dean Winchester}

Help> ꩜☆

{Castiel}

Secrets> ☆

{Sister}

Protect Me> ꩜

It Got Me> ꩜☆

Twilight

{Paul Lahote}

Destiny> ☆꩜ Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6

Pain> ꩜

The One> ☆

Why Me? Part.2

{Seth Clearwater}

My Beast> ☆

Valentines> ☆

Best Friend> ☆꩜

{Embry Call}

Desperate> ꩜☆

{Emmett Cullen}

Waiting> ☆꩜ Pt.2

{Felix Volturi}

It’s You> ☆꩜ꨄ︎ Pt.2

{Alec Volturi}

Am I Good Enough> ꩜☆

Acotar

{Azriel}

Struggle> ꩜☆

All in my Head> ꩜

Hold me> ꩜☆

My Princess> ꨄ︎☆

Overlooked> ꩜ Pt.2

{Cassian}

Innocent> ꨄ︎☆

A Part of Me> ꩜☆

Wrong Outcome> ꩜☆

{Eris}

The Deer and the Fox> ☆

Afraid> ꩜☆

{Kallias}

Drowning in your Love> ☆❀

{Eris & Azriel}

Never the Right Time> ꩜☆

Tvd

{Jeremy Gilbert}

Target> ꩜☆

{Klaus Mikaelson}

Against the Group> ❀☆

[rebelwrites]

Just Come Home

Jax Teller x Reader

A/N I know I made you wait ages for this and I’m sorry, my muse decided to fuck off again 😂

Everything was wrong.

This wasn’t how your life was meant to have panned out, but here you were, standing in the bridal suite of some overly posh stately home, wearing a dress you hated, waiting to walk down the aisle to someone who you didn’t love.

You didn’t even recognise the person staring back at you in the reflection.

The dress was pure white and felt like a giant lace tablecloth, itching every part of your skin. You felt like the high conservative neckline was cutting off your airway and there wasn’t a hair out of place. All of your tattoos had been purposefully covered with the long sleeves hiding your true colour and your past that your ‘family�� saw as a stain.

It was official your life was over

The fire you held for life had been extinguished all because you bit your tongue and didn’t tell the person who held your heart just how you really felt.

Every single day you drowned in regret of walking away from your soul mate and your one true family, but it was the only way of you being able to protect yourself and your heart. You couldn’t sit around watching him with a different girl every night so you did one thing you never thought you’d do, go back to the people that were no longer family.

The moment you walked back into that ridiculous mansion you knew you didn’t belong. From that dark day your so-called parents organised a sham marriage and ran some stupid press release stating that you had seen the light, repenting your sins and had finally come back home leaving your rebellious phase in the past but they still looked at you with hate in their heart, it was like you were a piece of shit on their shoes or a stain they couldn’t get out no matter how hard they tried.

They hated the fact you had been arrested multiple times and had a long rap sheet to accompany the nights you spent in a cell. So just like that you woke up one morning to the news they had spoken to a judge and had got your record expunged, no doubt they had paid a pretty penny to get your past hidden.

It was a fresh start you never wanted or asked for.

All you wanted to do was pick the phone up and rang the person your heart was screaming out for but you buried the feelings and temptation. Letting out a shaky breath you fumbled around in your bag pulling out your crumpled pack of smokes, yet another thing they despised but it was one thing you refused to give up.

Placing the cigarette between your blood red lips you quickly lit the end, taking a long drag letting the smoke fill your lungs. You knew you weren’t allowed to smoke in the room but you didn’t give a fuck, your mind was spinning and you had no where else to turn.

“I wish,” you breathed, trying not to let the tears roll down your cheeks, you weren speaking to anyone in particular but you just needed to get the words out. “I wish so could tell you how I feel”

All of a sudden it felt like the walls were closing in on you, letting your eyes flutter closed as the room suddenly filled with the one scent you would never forget.

Tobacco, leather and whisky mixed with the spicy scent of his cologne.

It was the best smell in the world and without turning around you knew who was standing behind you, you didn’t have a clue how he managed to sneak into the room let alone the stately home especially with the amount of security that had been hired to keep the trouble out, making sure today went perfectly.

“Fuck me,” that familar voice finally breathed after what felt like an eternity had passed, “you look breathtaking.”

Every single hair on your body was standing on end hearing him say those words, all you wanted to do was run into his arms but you were frozen to the spot. The only thing your body would allow you to do was open your eyes.

Turning your gaze to the mirror you took a long drag of the cigarette as you locked eyes through the reflection.

There he was, the person who owned your heart, leaning against the large wooden door frame. Leather hanging perfectly from his shoulders and a sad smile on his face.

“Hi Darlin’,” he hummed, not moving from his spot, “it’s been awhile, you aren’t an easy person to track down.”

“Maybe I didn’t want to be found,” you huffed, swallowing down the lump in your throat. You both knew that was a lie and you were just protecting your pride. There were two people that knew where you were, and both of them knew what today was. There was always a risk of keeping in contact with Gemma and Chibs, that risk had now reared its head but deep down maybe this was what you wanted. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough,” he whispered, pushing himself from the door frame, taking a couple of large strides across the room, closing the space between the two of you. The air was being sucked out of the room and the tension was building between the two of you, like a pot on the stove waiting to boil over. “This wasn’t how things were meant to play out.”

Letting out a shaky breath you finally turned around to face Jax, the moment you stared into his blue eyes you felt your resolve starting to crumble. It was like nothing else mattered. The words were caught in your throat, you had so many things you wanted to tell him, or more so scream but no matter how hard you tried nothing came out.

“I’ve been lying to myself for years, sunshine,” Jax whispered, tears glistening in his eyes as he slowly reached out, taking your hand in his. The moment he linked his fingers between yours, you felt your stomach erupt with fireworks. “In fact I think we both have, I heard you say you wish you could tell me how you feel.”

It was like your heart knew what was happening but in this moment you were pissed off, why now? Why today? You had so many questions and not enough answers.

Once again you found yourself biting your cheek because when you and Jax caught it was like you were setting the world on fire.

“Sunshine,” he breathed, brushing his thumb over the top of your hand, his voice was low and you could tell he was trying not to cry, “I have fucked up so many ways, I should have told you this years ago, but I fucking love you,” he paused finally letting the tears roll down his cheeks, “I always have.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, those 3 words you had longed to hear but for some reason all that filled your veins as anger.

““You love me?” You repeated, taking a step back putting some distance between the two of you, pulling your hand out of his. Pinching the bridge of your nose you tried not to let the tears fall down your face, taking a deep breath trying to keep your temper at bay. “Then why the hell did you let me believe you fucking didn’t?”

Jax roughly wiped away the tears, the sad smile once again making an appearance, he stayed quiet for a moment whilst he put a cigarette between his lips, extending his hand out to offer you one, which you accepted needing a distraction.

“I didn’t want to lose you,” he admitted, struggling to make eye contact at this point, “but I fucked that up didn’t I?” he half laughed, trying to hide the pain, “I ended up losing you anyway, ended up losing my best friend, the people my heart has been screaming out for since we were teens.”

“Why today?” Out of all the questions you had that was the only one that would come out. “You could have found me any day in the past year but instead you came on my wedding day.”

Jax knew as well as you did, you didn’t belong here, you belonged back in charming, on the back of Jax’s bike or in the garage with your hands covered in grease as you worked on your latest project car.

“Because this isn’t you, sunshine,” he whispered, every time he used the nickname he had for you, your heart wanted to explode, “Mom told me by the way, I think she hoped that it would bring me to my senses and I guess it did,” he sighed, once again fighting the tears. “I know we have a lot to talk about and I’m not expecting you to become my ol’ lady overnight but please just come home, back to the family you deserve and where you belong.”

All you wanted to do was be back in Charming, being able to be your true self.

“I don’t have any other clothes,” you whispered, laughing slightly, “all I have is this god awful dress,”

“You still took my breath away,” he smirked, shrugging the back pack from his shoulders, leaving you confused on how you didn’t notice that when he first entered the room. “But it’s not something you’d pick, it’s urm, too white for a start,” he chuckled, dropping his focus to the backpack, “good job I brought you this,” he winked, throwing the bag to you.

You caught it with ease and found yourself pulling out a pair of ripped skinny jeans, your cut off Samcro vest top and a pair of brand new air force ones. “You came prepared,” you hummed, dropping the bag and instantly pulling the millions of pins out of your hair.

“I wasn’t going to take no for an answer,” he smirked, walking across the room until he was now behind you, offering a hand in taking your hair down before he found the zip of the dress. His movements were slow and excruciating, your skin was erupting with sparks as he pulled the zip down to your hips. “Now come on, get changed I’m sure I heard someone calling your name.”

You had never gotten changed as quickly as you did in that moment, the minute you pulled the denim over your body you started feeling more yourself, you were done and you were going home and nobody could stop you. Taking one last glance in the mirror you could help but laugh as you found yourself actually liking the makeup, it paired well with your edgy look. Smirking to yourself, you ran your fingers through your hair giving it a good shake, the old you was back!!

“Why aren’t you ready yet?” Your ‘father’ screamed as he saw the expensive gown crumpled in a pile on the floor.

“Well, Reginald,” you sneered, standing with your shoulders back feeling you could take on the world, “I don’t belong here, so fuck you, and fuck this wedding!”

“You are making a big mistake,” he growled, trying to step closer to you but Jax was quicker, acting like a human shield.

“You take on more fucking step and I will put a bullet between your goddamn eye,” Jax snarled, venom dripping on every word, “now move out of the fucking way because I am taking this angel home back to her really family.”

“Angel?” Reginald questioned, raising a brow as he followed Jax’s orders, “she’s the fucking devil reincarnated.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his comment, if only he knew half of the things you got away with during your teenage years. One thing was for sure it would have put him in an early grave.

“Let’s get one thing straight here, Regi,” Jax said lowly, “us Tellers have a thing for the devil,but if I ever hear you call my sunshine that again I will end you.”

Nothing else was said after Jax’s 2nd threat, which wasn’t surprising knowing how wimpy your biological family was, your heart was practically beating out of your chest watching the man you have loved all your life defend your honour.

You didn’t know what life was going to hold from this moment on but all you knew as you linked your fingers with Jax’s that things could only get better from here.

You were finally going home.

@chibsytelford @bigcreatorwombatdreamer @pumpkin-spice-hate @talicat713 @band--psycho @little-diable @i-love-scott-mccall @fourthwallhateclub @withmyteeth @theysayitscrazy @rosieposie0624 @choochoo284 @meteora-fc @beeroses @princess76179 @darklydeliciousdesires @the-jer-bear @princess76179 @extraneousred @youflickedtooharddamnit @lmao-liz @babypink224221 @daddysgirl2857 @bravo-four-seal-team @garbinge @pedrohoe04 @littlekittymeow @nichia88-blog @zozebo @burningcupcakefire @ohthemisssery @stillbreathin

[etclouie]

chibs with “I cant sleep without you. I need my personal body heater and cuddles.” and maybe alsp “So, we’re just going to ignore the fact that you drunk-dialed me to tell me you love me?”

˚୨୧⋆｡ — title; call for cuddles (chibs telford x fem!reader)

˚୨୧⋆｡ — prompt/s; 60) “i can’t sleep without you. i need my personal body heater and cuddles” and 65) “so, we’re just going to ignore the fact that you drunk dialed me to tell me you love me?” — from fluffy prompts

˚୨୧⋆｡ — warnings; established relationship, age gap (10 yrs, chibs is 36 reader is 26), reader was drinking, she calls him for cuddles, chibs pulls her into his lap at the end, but that’s it i think?? (1006 words)

˚୨୧⋆｡ — a/n; can be read as a standalone or part of the HIWY verse. this ask gave me major HIWY vibes so i’m writing this with that in mind (this is pinned for between chapter 9&12, mb😣☝️)

— thank you for celebrating with me || submissions are now closed!!

you’d waited for Chibs to come back from the latest club run, though he’d told you to not wait up for him. 

you couldn’t help it. 

it also didn’t help that you had been drinking, your best friend had come over and you’d shared a bottle of wine, which quickly turned into missing Chibs. 

she’d left with a murmur of seeing her latest hookup as he had just got back to town as well, which left you missing Chibs even more. 

you hadn’t been alone for weeks now, Chibs was by your side more often than not, other than club business. so the mix of wine and your talk with your friend about him made the bed feel emptier, colder. 

he’d spent the night every night since the first time you’d slept together, so him not being home but in town didn’t feel right. 

the bed was empty without him, his side cold unlike the usual warmth that emitted from it. Chibs ran naturally warm, always making it easy to fall asleep in his arms due to his heat. 

you continued to toss and turn, hugging his pillow to your chest in an attempt to imitate him being in bed with you. 

after another ten or so minutes, you couldn’t take it anymore. 

you reached for your phone on the nightstand, quickly calling Chibs as you stayed cuddled into his pillow. 

the phone rang a couple times, before that oh so familiar voice greeted you. 

“hi love, thought i said not to wait up for me?”

“can’t sleep without you”

he chuckled. 

“can you come over?”

“got some things to finish up”

you sighed, loosely holding the phone to your ear as your eyes closed. 

“i miss you, and i love you—was drinking with Elle, started thinking of you and how i love you”

he listened as you rambled on. 

“i really love you, thank you for being in my life, for being my lover. the beds cold without you, wish you could come over, want to love you in person”

he chuckled again, and you could just hear the smirk on his face. 

“come over please”

“i’m tied love, Clay’ll have me for it”

you frowned. 

“please baby?”

Chibs sighed, not out of frustration from you but because of his longing to be back in your arms. 

he knew he’d give in, always finding it hard to say no to you—especially in such a tired and longing state. 

“gives ten minutes baby”

you knew he’d make good on his word, you hung up with a tired ‘see you soon’ before curling into his pillow again. 

his cologne lingered on it, easily lulling you into a sleep like trance, though it wasn’t enough to tide you over fully.  

it wasn’t until the bed dipped behind you did your eyes flutter open again, a tired yet happy smile making its way onto your face as he wrapped an arm around your waist. 

Chibs leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of your jaw before he whispered against your ear. 

“hi love”

you hummed, letting go of his pillow before easily turning to face him. you smiled at him, cradling his face in your hand and stroking your thumb across his cheek. 

“missed you”

he chuckled softly, watching as you admired him even in your tired state. 

his hair was disheveled, and his cologne only lingered faintly. the smell of cigarettes and smoke clung to him, which made you frown. 

“missed you too love”

he whispered against your palm before he pressed a kiss to the skin there, you hummed, pulling him closer to you. 

that natural heat you sought after from him was back, the bed heating up immediately. 

Chibs moved to lay on his back, pulling you into his side. your head rested on his shoulder while your leg hooked across his lap, easily falling into a position you’d been in loads of times before. 

he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, feeling your body relax in his arms. 

“sorry for pulling you away”

you whispered into his throat, your eyes shut as you basked in the feeling of having him home. 

“you’re more important, even if it’s for cuddles”

the smile on your face made him chuckle, it was tired yet appreciative. 

your left hand lay on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest with every breath he took. 

“i’m sorry again—i can’t sleep without you. i need my personal body heater and cuddles”

Chibs chuckled, shaking his head. 

the warmth of his body like a second blanket as the sleep started to steadily fill your body. 

“personal body heater, eh?”

he teased. 

you shook your head, nipping lightly at the corner of his jaw, your eyes still closed as you whispered. 

“you’re always warm, helps me sleep”

another chuckle left him, though it was softer this time. 

he watched you, your body still curled into his side while his fingers trailed the length of your back. 

“am i?”

you huffed into his shoulder, your eyes closed as sleep continued to pull you into its grasp. 

“you’re an idiot”

Chibs smiled at that. 

he pressed another kiss to the top of your head as sleep had you on the edge of falling. 

his eyes stayed on your face, admiring you for a moment before he whispered to you. 

“so, we’re just going to ignore the fact that you drunk dialed me to tell me you love me?”

you opened your eyes with a huff, noting the smirk on his face. his hands rested on your hips, helping pull you into his lap. 

you slouched against his chest, resting your chin on his shoulder as your eyes fluttered shut again. 

“yeah we’re ignoring it”

Chibs chuckled, soothing a hand across your back while the other rested on the back of your head. 

after a minute, he pressed a kiss to your temple, before he whispered to you. 

“i love you sweetheart, ‘ll be here always”

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[persephone411]

The flannel stays on

Based off this post because who dosn’t want to wear one of Jax oversize flannels. This is pure fluff

You smiled In relief as you saw the red flannel in his closet, he hadn’t taken it with him. Club business. That was all Jax had told you before he had gotten on his bike. This was now three days ago and you missed him. So much that you were now searching through his closet and seemingly endless collection of flannel shirts to find that specific one. Some girls love their boyfriend boxers, hoodies or shirts but for you it were the flannels (although the hoodies came shortly after). Especially that red one had a special place in your heart. Just the imagine of Jax wearing it, with the sleeves rolled up could make your panties wet. Quickly you dropped the towel you were wrapped in after showering and slid into the soft fabric. It was perfection. Slightly oversized, soft and it smelled like Jax. You couldn’t suppress a giggle as you took in Jax scent, a happy sigh leaving you. Then you grabbed a pair of panties from the travel bag you brought and practically jumped into his bed. Although he was gone, you could practically feel his presence from the messy sheets to the full ashtray on the bedside table. Although you were tired you grabbed your phone.

I miss you

You texted him with a sad emoji. Then you placed the phone on bed bedside table and curled up in his bed. It was empty without him, way too big. With a sigh you pulled the covers over you and buried your nose in the pillows. After a while you finally fell asleep

You had no idea how late it was when Jax returned. Quietly he entered the bedroom and undressed to his boxers. Then he climbed into bed

“Jax?” You murmured sleepily, barely opening your eyes

“Shhh, go back to sleep darling”. His voice was a deep whisper. You could feel him lay down next to him and imediatly after his muscular arms were wrapped around you to pull you closer against his chest. You hummed happily and turned around to cuddle against his chest

“I missed you”

“I missed you too darling” his right hand started to caress your hair while his left one was still wrapped around your middle. Silently you laid together, enjoying the closeness.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” He asked after a bit, playfully tugging on the flannel . You nod sleepily, completely relaxed in his arms.

The next time you woke up, the sun was already shining though the blinds, With a groan you open your eyes. It was way too bright in Jax bedroom. Lazily you pulled the covers over your head, ready to fall back asleep. “what’s going on?“ Jax voice was deep and raspy and you could feel him moving next to you.

“Nothing, the light is annoying me”

You could hear him chuckle as he sat up. Slowly you rolled onto your back to look at him. He looked perfect, nearly angelic with his naked torso, messy hair and a relaxed smile on his face.

“You are wearing my shirt” he noticed.

“Hm? Oh yeah I borrowed it” you shrugged. Although you have been a couple for multiple months now, Jax intense gaze could still make you blush like a schoolgirl.

“You look gorgeous like that. Lying in my bed, wearing my shirts” he murmured while moving a strand of hair out of your face. Again you couldn’t help but giggle while Jax fingertips moved from your face to your jaw, and neck until finally reaching the collar of the shirt. Before you could say anything he had already undone the first button but then stopped.

“You know what? The flannel stays on during sex”

[brunettemarionette]

The quiet hum of the holiday season filled the room, the soft twinkle of the Christmas tree casting tiny specks of light onto the walls. You paused in the doorway, arms crossed, as you watched Happy sitting in his usual chair, now placed next to the tree.

Happy with his intimidating exterior and the rarest of smiles, sat sharpening a knife with meticulous care. The whetstone moved steadily against the blade, the faint rasping sound oddly soothing.

You notice the TV playing some radio station and hear him mumbling along to the Christmas anthem playing, his low timber effortless as he works.

A subtle smirk tugged at your lips as you stepped closer, your feet sinking into the plush rug. "Didn't peg you as the festive type," you teased lightly, tilting your head toward the tree, its lights reflecting in his deep, focused eyes.

Happy paused, his hand stilling mid-stroke. He didn't look at you immediately, but you caught the faintest quirk at the corner of his mouth. That almost smile of his was a rare sight, but you'd learned to recognize it—like spotting the first snowflake of winter.

"I'm not," he replied in that gravelly voice that somehow always made you feel warm. "You changed that."

Your steps faltered, his words catching you off guard. Moments like these reminded you there was so much more to the man in front of you—depths he didn't show just anyone.

Without a word, Happy set the knife and whetstone down on the table beside him, his movements slow and deliberate. His hand dipped into his pocket, pulling out something small, moderately neat, wrapped in dark paper. He held it out to you, his gaze steady and unflinching. "Merry Christmas, baby."

For a moment, all you could do was stare. Happy, the stoic, the ever-unpredictable, was full of surprises.

Reaching out to take the gift, the paper crinkled softly as you unwrapped it carefully.

Inside was a delicate silver necklace; its simplicity speaks volumes. It wasn't just a piece of jewelry—it was a promise, an unspoken vow he didn't need to put into words.

Your breath hitched, and when your eyes met his again, the faintest trace of that smile lingered. "Happy…"

"Don't get all mushy on me," he muttered, though his tone was soft, almost teasing. He reached out, his rough hand brushing against yours as he took the necklace and motioned for you to turn.

You did, lifting your hair as he fastened it around your neck. His touch lingered for a moment, a silent reassurance that he felt the same as you, even if he didn't say it.

When you turned back to face him, his hand found yours, his grip firm and resolute. The tree lights reflected in his dark eyes, and the world outside seemed to fade for a moment.

It was just the two of you, the quiet hum of the seasonal music playing, and a silent promise that meant everything to you.

'I'm yours and you're mine.'

"Merry Christmas, Hap," you whispered, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. His subtle smile grew just a fraction wider, and as he pulled you closer, you knew this was a memory you'd cherish forever.

[willowsages-blog]

Unexpected visitor: chibs telford x female reader

It was lunchtime you were in the car with your toddler,

You placed her in the front seat with the car parked in the parking lot,

Giving her a few napkins in the rear view you could see someone driving a motorcycle

Chibs pulled into the parking spot on your daughter's side.

You made eye contact with him, a smiling form.

“Daddy” she cried out, as he opened the door pulling her into a soft embrace

He sat in her spot, placing her on his lap. Chibs grinned, looking over at You, placing a kiss on your lips.

[juancarlos-ortiz]

Denial - Juice Ortiz x Reader One Shot

A/N: A quick little one shot for Juicy pants - something sweeter this time! I am still working on Marked for Carnage but my life is a little hectic right now. Fingers crossed, next week the next chapter will be up. Please feel free to request a one shot if you wish! I will write for almost anyone from SOA.

Warnings: alcohol, swearing, mentions of sex (off page), kissing, smoking

Word Count: 1466 words

You bopped your head along to the music as you pulled the bottle opener from your back pocket, popping the tops off the beers in front of you. "Here you go, guys," you said, placing them on the bar in front of Tig and Chibs. "Thank you, sweetheart," Tig tipped his bottle your way whilst Chibs gave you a nod. You moved down the bar, serving members and the sweetbutts that hung off them. You had been working the bar for SAMCRO parties for many months now after your friend had begged you to tag along one night after they were down a person. You reluctantly agreed, having heard stories from other girls you knew were croweaters about how rowdy the parties could be and handsy the guys were. But surprisingly it had been a fun night and any guys that did try to hit on you, actually seemed to take no for an answer.

No, there was only one guy in this building you would want putting his hands on you. And he currently made his way to the bar, his eyes meeting yours and a smirk on his face. "What can I get ya, Juice?" you asked, already knowing his answer as you reached down into the fridge below the bar to grab a beer. "Beer please, beautiful," he winked, causing your skin to prickle with heat. Ignoring him, you popped the top and handed it over. He took a long sip and you watched the column of his throat dip as he swallowed, your blood rushing to your core and heart beginning to thump harder. He put his beer on the bar and smiled, aware of just how much he affected you. Crossing his forearms against the wood he lent in. "Busy tonight, sweetness?" he asked. You rolled your eyes, flicking the dishcloth over your shoulder out to lightly snap his arm. "Always busy, sweetness," you mocked before moving on to fulfill another order.

Juice stayed at the bar, watching as you moved around, taking orders, making people laugh, smoothly moving in between the other girls and the Prospects who were also working. He was playing it cool, but in reality his palms were drenched with sweat and his stomach was alive with butterflies. He could stand and watch you all night long, no croweater or pool game even a lick of competition to you. He felt someone elbow his side. Turning to face Chibs, he nodded in greeting. "A little distracted tonigh', aren't ye Juicy?" his brother asked. Juice just shrugged and had another long sip of his beer. "Been a long week, kinda tired," he lilted, trying unsuccessfully to pull his eyes from you. You passed a straw over to Piney with a laugh and shake of your head before you were heading back over to him, the sway in your hips and crook of your mouth making his pants suddenly tighter.

"You want another one?" you asked, tossing the dishcloth over your shoulder again. "I'll take whatever you want to give me," he prompted, causing your mouth to open. Juice was never usually this flirty at parties. You heard a scoff from a few seats down. "Would you two just hurry up and fuck already?!" Tig challenged, putting a cigarette into his mouth and lighting it. Chibs began to laugh into his drink. You huffed and crossed your arms. "What the hell are you talking about, Tiggy?" you sassed, lifting up their drinks and giving the table a wipe down. "You two," Tig motioned his beer to point between you and Juice. "The undressing with the eyes, the flirting…. It's painful," he blinked slowly. "Just do us all a favour and fuck each other." You let out a short laugh, your nerves setting in. What Tig didn’t know was that you and Juice had already had a roll in the sheets. Many… many… many… rolls in the sheets.

But it wasn't something you had made public purely because it was casual and you didn’t want to be seen as someone that any of the guys could have. Juice had agreed because he was fine with upkeeping his bachelor status with his brothers. You weren't exclusive but you certainly had not been with anyone else. You were unsure about Juice, and honestly you didn’t want to ask, but you were both being careful and it was just a bit of fun. But the last few times it had happened it had felt a little more than casual to you. It always happened at your place, usually after a SAMCRO party. The first few times Juice would usually leave pretty quickly after - which had been fine with you - but now he had made the choice to stay the night and usually for breakfast. Which meant you got to talk more, which in turn meant you got to know him better. And that had sparked some unexpected and intense feelings pretty quickly. You had been ignoring them because it seemed like Juice was on the casual train still and you didn’t want to fuck up what you guys had going.

"There is no undressing with the eyes, and Juice flirts with everyone," you shrugged, holding your hands out to lean against the bar. "Yeah right, and I'm the King of England," Tig rolled his eyes. "Can you believe the denial we're hearing right now?" he asked Chibs. "Ye better make a move soon though, swee'heart," Chibs chimed in. "If you don’t make a claim, someone else will." He and Tig got off their stools and moved over to the chairs where Bobby was lounging with a sweetbutt in his lap. You laughed humourlessly, before turning to move away. A hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. You looked up at Juice. "He was just kidding," he said, a forced smile on his face. You nodded and tried to smile back, shrugging your shoulders. "It's fine, Juice," you tried to step away but he held his grip. "You know there's no one else, right?" he asked, his wide brown eyes searching yours. "So what if there was?" you asked. Juice shook his head, gently pulling your arm so you would step back closer to him.

"I'm telling you, right now, there is no one else," he was dead serious, dragging his hand down your arm to lightly grasp your hand, giving you enough freedom to pull out of his grip if you wanted. "What are you doing, Juice?" you asked, looking over your shoulder to make sure the other girls were getting the drinks served. "You have to have noticed that things have been different," he pondered. "Like, a good kind of different." You swallowed thickly, nodding slowly. "I have but…" you lick your lips, Juice's eyes dropping to track the movement. "I didn’t think you did. Or that it's what you would want to be happening." Juice smiled. "You," he ran his thumb over the tops of your knuckles. "Are the only one I want to be going with. Going home to," he confessed. You blinked rapidly. "Is that ok with you?" he asked. You smiled nervously, narrowing your eyes. "It's definitely ok with me, but are you sure?" you asked apprehensively. He tugged on your hand lightly. "Come here, baby. Stake your claim," he stepped back and gestured towards himself. You chuckled, shaking your head, still unsure if this was real or some kind of cruel joke.

Stepping around the bar, you walked to him nervously. When you were close enough, Juice reached out to grasp your waist, pulling you into him quickly. You laughed, colliding with his chest. Grasping the lapels of his cut you tried to ignore the feeling of surprised eyes on you. "You're sure about this?" you ask again, making Juice sigh. "Positive," he said, squeezing your sides teasingly. "No more sweetbutts," you remind him. "And I know that you have that run clause thing but that shit doesn’t sit right with me either," you admit to him. "Baby," he tilts his head, eyes never leaving yours. "I haven’t been with any sweetbutts for months. Ask the other guys. The first time you dragged me through your front door and threw me down on your bed was it for me. There's been no one else. And won’t be. I don’t give a shit about the run clause." You smiled softly, heart warm with his confession. "Well in that case," you pulled him by his cut to meet you in a searing kiss, smiling at Juice's surprised sigh while his hands moved down to slip into your back pockets. "Atta boy, Juicy!" you heard Tig shout. Bobby cursed as he fished into his pocket, pulling out two $10 notes and handing one each to Tig and Chibs.

[ravennaortiz]

Request

Ohh can you pretty please do a juice one with prompts 17 & 41?? And maybe a little angsty and smutty? Please & thank you!

Prompts

17. I love you

41. How did you get that brusie?

A little angsty and smut for our sweet baby boy Juice? I sure can do that! As Always my stories are 18+. TW: DV,Infidelity

Requested by @mischiefnevermanaged89-blog

Love Rising

Juice isn't sure why he said it. Too be fair he hadn't realized he had spoken those three words out loud. It wasn't until he realized you had frozen, still hovering over his face that he realized he had uttered them. The silence was some how so loud. His grip on your entwined hands tightened, wanting to keep you from running. He was kicking himself mentally for being so stupid. Neither of you were in a position where this could be public.

Your heart was pounding not just from the orgasms Juices skilled mouth had pulled from you but also his words. The implication that what had been quickies and sneaking around had turned into much more. You couldn't deny you too had fallen for him as well. "I love you too" you whispered as you leaned forward pressing your lips to his. Your kiss was cut short by your phone going off. You both glanced at the clock knowing it was Chibs letting you know your old man was on his way home.

*Later that Night*

"How did you get that bruise?" asked Jax glaring at your inner thigh as his fingers traced the darkened area of skin.

"I don't know. You know how clumsy I am" you replied carefully with a small laugh. Jax simply nodded before moving back over you, his mouth finding yours.

You tried not to flinch at his touch. He repulsed you and the relationship between you two had been dead for awhile due to his inability to keep it in his pants. If it had legs, a warm hole and somewhat breathed you could guarantee your Old man had been inside it at least once. Not that you had much room to judge after what you had been doing with Juice.

Jax had been suspicious you were stepping out when you refused him in bed months ago. Little did he know you hadn't yet but him setting his intelligence officer on you had been all the fuel you needed to do so.

You had been so lost in your thoughts that you hadn't realized Jax had stopped kissing your neck. The fury in his eyes told you that Juice hadn't been as careful earlier as he thought. "You fucking whore" growled Jax as he grabbed a fistful of your hair.

***

"Are you okay?" inquired Juice as he knelt next to where you sat on your bed, gun still in your trembling hand. "Is he dead?" you asked your eyes still on Juice but far away. You had no idea how long you and Jax had been fighting for before you had grabbed his gun off the nightstand and blindly fired.

Juice glanced over to Chibs who nodded. "Don't think you missed a single shot Lassie" murmured Chibs as he looked over Jax's bullet hole riddled body. "I'll get this taken care of. Take her home and get her cleaned up and in bed" stated Chibs as he pulled his phone out to start making calls.

Once Chibs was out of the room you chuckled softly. "Guess we don't have to hide anymore" you whispered as Juice grinned and kissed your forehead.

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❀Jax knows from the moment he brings you into his world you're life's at risk. It's why Jax is considering doing it in the first place. ❀Jax teaches you how to protect yourself, if he's not there he wants you to know how to fight. ❀Jax insists there are weapons in your house. Baseball bats, guns, knives, Jax strategically places them around your house in case anyone were to surprise you. ❀Jax makes sure you have Gemma's number. He wants you to have her numbers in case of an emergency. ❀He asks Gemma to check up on you whenever he's away. He worries about you. Also Gemma's accustomed to situations in which her life could be in danger. ❀Jax making sure you're home has the best security system possible. He wants you to feel safe and secure when you're alone. ❀If Jax is in any doubt. he'll make you stay at the clubhouse. It's a safe place and he knows the club will look out for you.

❀Jax buying you a motorcycle helmet. So you can ride his motorcycle safely.

❀Jax is ready to drop everything to protect you. He'll always put things aside. Jax would fight to the death to protect you. You're one of the most important people in his life.

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♥︎ Spending the night for the first time ♥︎

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♡ This one includes: Tig Trager, Herman Kozik, Jax Teller, Opie Winston, Chibs Telford, Juice Ortiz, Happy Lowman ♡

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Tig Trager

He yawns as he looks at the clock on the wall, noticing the time.

"Damn, it's late. You can take the bed, darlin'. I'll just crash on the couch."

He heads over to the couch and falls, landing on his back. He kicks his legs back and forth dramatically, getting comfortable.

"You don't have to do that Tiggy, is your bed not big enough for two?" She giggles

He smiles and sighs.

"Oh no, it is. I just didn't want you to feel awkward or nothin'. But if you don't mind sharing the bed, I don't mind at all."

He stands and walks into the bedroom, flopping down on the bed.

"But I do wanna warn you. Snorings a huge problem of mine."

He grins, looking up at her.

"And I'm a bit of a cuddler, too."

she laughs, joining him in bed

Tig lays down, pulling her to him. He sighs, resting his chin on top of her head.

Herman Kozik

Koziks girlfriend was spending the night at his place for the first time, and she was both excited and nervous. As she got ready for bed, she couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious in just a oversized T-shirt and panties. "Do I look okay like this?" she asked Kozi, who was already in bed.

Kozi looked up from his phone and smiled warmly. "You look perfect," he reassured her. "I like seeing you in my clothes." He patted the bed next to him. "C'mere."

She smiled back and climbed into bed next to him, snuggling up against his side. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

"Relax," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You being here is all I care about."

Kozik chuckled and gave her a playful nudge. "You're so tense. What are you worried about? we've shared a bed before and you know i don't bite... unless you ask me to." His eyes glinted with mischief as he gave her a wink.

She laughed, some of the tension in her body easing at his joke. "I don't know," she admitted, pressing her face into his shoulder. "I guess I just want everything to be perfect. I don't want to mess this up."

Kozi's expression softened. He stroked her hair gently and said, "Hey, there's no such thing as perfect. And you're not gonna mess anything up. I want you here with me, that's all. Just be yourself, and we'll figure it out together, okay?"

Jax Teller

Jax had been seeing his new girlfriend for a few weeks now, and he was falling for her hard. But he was a man who was used to living a certain way, and he knew that spending the night together would change things.

He had a rule - he never let women stay over. But he wanted her to, this time.

He watched her as she got ready to leave, his eyes roaming appreciatively over her body. She looked so beautiful, her hair down and cascading down her back, but there was something deeper than just physical desire.

As she looked up at him, he saw a vulnerability in her expression that tugged at his heartstrings. He wanted to have her close, to protect her, to wake up with her in his arms.

"Stay tonight. Stay with me." His voice was soft and low, the words coming out more like a plea than a demand. Jax knew he was taking a chance by breaking his own rule, but it felt right. The connection he had with her was different from anything he'd ever experienced before.

She looked slightly taken aback by his suggestion. She hadn't expected him to ask her to stay, but now that he had, she found herself contemplating the idea. Staying the night seemed like a big step, a move that would bring them closer together. She knew that if she agreed, things would never be the same between them.

She looked back and forth between his eyes, her expression a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. She had never seen this more vulnerable side of Jax before. For a long moment, it seemed like she was contemplating what to do.

Then, slowly, she nodded her head, her mouth curving up into a small smile. "Okay. I'll stay."

Opie Winston

Opie had never been one for emotional attachments they just didn't seem like a good investment anymore. But then she walked into his life. He hadn't been expecting it, but he found himself drawn to her, the way she smiled, the way she laughed, the way she carried herself.

And now, after weeks of dating, he felt something shift. He found himself wanting her to stay the night. It was a big step for him. It would be the first time sleeping next to someone since Donna.

He nervously cleared his throat, looking down at his hands as he spoke. "So, I know we've been dating for a while now, and things are going pretty well, right? And I was thinking... well, I don't know, maybe you could stay the night? Tonight?"

The words came out more like a question than a statement, and he didn't look up to meet her eye. He was feeling uncharacteristically vulnerable, and he didn't know how she would react.

The silence that hung in the air between them felt like an eternity, and Opie couldn't bear to look up. He braced himself for rejection, ready to laugh it off and brush it off as a joke. But just as he was about to speak, he heard her voice.

"I'd like that."

The words were simple, but they were like a breath of fresh air to him. He looked up, surprise written on his face, as if he hadn't really expected her to say yes. But there she was, smiling at him, her eyes warm and gentle.

"Really?" he asked, still a hint of disbelief in his tone. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling a mix of relief and excitement wash over him.

"Yeah." She confirmed with a laugh. "I'd love to spend the night here with you. I just wasn't sure if you were ready for something like that."

Opie exhaled a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "To be honest, I wasn't sure either," he admitted with a sheepish grin.

He reached out and took her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. "But i'm ready now. I want you to stay. I want to wake up next to you."

Chibs Telford

The evening had drawn to a close and it was well after midnight. Chibs was sat on his couch with his lass, wrapped in his arms and cuddled under a blanket, the two of them watching a random movie on TV. Chibs was slowly tracing patterns on her hip with his thumb as they both stared at the screen in front of them.

“Ye staying over tonight?” He asks in a low voice, glancing down at her.

���Yeah, if that’s alright with you.” She responds, tilting her head up to look into his eyes.

Chibs smiles and nods, resting his chin on the top of her head. “Absolutely.” He says, shifting to pull her tighter against his chest. “That’s fine with me.”

The movie continued on, though Chibs was more focused on his girlfriend than the plot unfolding in front of them. Every now and then, he’d place a soft kiss on her forehead or the top of her head and rub small circles on her hip.

Once the movie finally came to an end, he grabbed for the remote and shut off the TV before shifting to look down at her again. “Ready for bed, darlin’?” He asks in a low voice.

Chibs chuckles softly under his breath as he looks down at her already fast asleep, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He reaches out to brush a few strands of hair out of her face before carefully maneuvering around her to pick her up in his arms bridal style.

She stirs slightly, burying her face into his chest and wrapping her arm around his neck. He carries her towards his bedroom, kicking the door open with his foot and entering the room. He sets her down on the bed carefully before going around to the other side to lay down next to her.

Chibs wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her closer towards him, her back pressing against his chest. He nuzzles his face into her hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo.

As he pulls the covers up over them, he can’t help but think about how nice it was to have her there with him. It had been a while since he’d had a woman spend the night with him and he found himself getting comfortable with the idea. He places a soft kiss on the top of her head before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep with her in his arms.

Juice Ortiz

Juice laid in bed, shirtless with his boxers on. Rubbing his eyes he looked over at his phone and read the time, 10:46pm. He heard the water running in bathroom, he knew his girlfriend was taking a shower.

He groaned and tossed his phone down on the bed, he laid there staring at the ceiling patiently waiting for her to come out the bathroom.

The water finally turned off, he turned to glance at the bathroom door. He heard her humming. He rolled on his back and groaned impatiently. After 10 more minutes of waiting she came out the bathroom, with her hair in a towel already dressed Juice frowned realising he wanted her to stay.

"What are you doing?" Juice mumbled, she glanced over at him smiling. "Getting ready to go home." She stated.

Juice grabbed her wrist and tugged her back down towards him. "Stay." He mumbled with a pout.

"I can't, i have work in the morning" she pouted back, but Juice tugged her until her back was against his chest and his arm was wrapped around her waist.

"Stay the night." He mumbled into her ear.

"Juice" she whined.

"Just this once?" Juice pleaded.

She was about to protest again but his pout and puppy dog eyes made her melt. "Fine" she mumbled, rolling her eyes and juice smirked.

He kissed her shoulder and tightened his grip on her waist. "Good." He mumbled into her skin. He shifted them so they were both laying down and he was spooning her.

"Juice, you got to let me up so I can change again. I'm not sleeping in jeans," she laughs.

Juice groaned and tightened his grip. "No, stay like this." He mumbled, and she laughed some more.

"Come on, I'll be quick." She said while trying to move. Juice gripped her hips and pulled her back to his chest, wrapping his arms around her torso.

Juice buried his face in the back of her neck, inhaling her scent. He kissed a few spots and then planted one final kiss on her shoulder before mumbling against her skin. "You're not going anywhere."

Happy Lowman

Happy was in his apartment on the couch waiting for his girlfriend to arrive. It was the first time she was staying overnight, and he had spent the evening tidying the place up and making sure everything was perfect.

As the clock ticked on as he sat in silence watching it, there was a knock on the door. Happy jumped up from the couch and went to answer it. Standing on the porch was his girlfriend, drenched from the rain.

"Hey Hap, thanks again for letting me crash here I didn't wanna deal with my roommates drama tonight" she says backpack on her damp sholder.

Happy grins, admiring her wet appearance before pulling her inside and closing the door behind her. "It's no problem. I'm glad you're here."

She shivers, and he wraps his arms around her, drawing her close to him."Cold?" he asks, rubbing his hands up and down her back.

She nods, leaning into him, her body still shivering. "Freezing."

Happy smirks and leads her further into the apartment, towards the bedroom. "Let's get you out of these wet clothes then."

They enter his bedroom and he reaches out to unzip her jacket, his hands skimming over her curves as he helps her out of it. Her shirt is next, and he pulls it off over her head, exposing her bare skin to his gaze.

He tosses her one of his shirts from his draws as she pulls her jeans off. She slips the large shirt over her head and onto her body, the soft material falling down to cover her thighs.

He watches her admiringly, his eyes tracing over her figure. "You look better in my shirt than I do," he says with a smirk.

She smiles and rolls her eyes as she playfully swats at him. "Shut up."

He chuckles and pulls her closer, his arms wrapping around her waist. "I mean it, you look good in anything - or nothing."

"Come on we agreed, no more fun stuff until we figure us out" she pouts looking up at him.

Happy sighs and rests his forehead against hers, knowing she's right. "Fine, no fun stuff. But that rule doesn't stop me from being able to admire you." He runs his fingers through her damp hair, his touch gentle as his hands trail down her neck and settle at her hips. He pulls her closer against him, their bodies pressing together.

"I'm still gonna enjoy having you here though," he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly as he pulls her towards the bed.

They crawl into bed together, under the covers. He wraps himself around her, his strong arms enclosing her in a protective embrace. She snuggles into his chest, feeling warm and safe in his arms.

"Mmm, this is nice," she sighs, her breath fanning across his skin.

[lunajay33]

Been Waiting

•🫐⛓️‍💥🇺🇸🪽•

Summary: You and Happy have been secretly together behind your family for a year, but when the club goes into lockdown and the only room left for you is Happys dorm things start to unravel, all the secrets come out

Pairing: Happy Lowman x f!reader

Includes: Age Gap, Violence, Pregnancy

•Masterlist•

•1 Year Ago•

There was a new member to the group who was coming back after being a Nomad for awhile so Mom, the SAMCRO mother, had me help get things ready for the welcoming home party

I wasn’t as involved with the group things as my mother, father and brother are seeing as I’m still in my early twenties they wanted to keep me away from the danger and chaos

But I was always excited for a party, especially a SAMCRO party, I finished up helping with the food in the kitchen, changing into black Jean shorts, a v cut longsleeve white t shirt, black cowgirl boots, and matching silver jewelry with adorning onyx gemstones

I pull into the lot and the party is already started, members all over the place celebrating and drinking, some fighting in the ring while others watched and bet, I found mom and went to check on her

“Hey sweetheart, looking pretty nice for all these slimy guys” she smirks as she sets out some hamburgers

“Well I wanted to look my best for the new member to join the family, now where is he?” She nods as she points over to one of the fires where a man sits, eyes piercing black, sleeves of tattoos and my heart clenches in my chest, never have I seen a member like this but there was something about him that drew me in

I take a hamburger and put it on a plate and get a fresh beer, making my way over to him I sit and he turns to me not saying a word just watching…..observing

“I hear you’re the newcomer, thought I’d welcome you to the family myself!” I smile as I hand him the burger and beer, he takes it hesitantly but his shoulders seem to relax

“You a croweater?” He asks his voice raspy sending a thrilling chill through me

“What no, I’m Jax’s sister” his eyes go wide for a split second

“Didn’t know, never seen you around before” he takes a swig of the cool beer

“Yeah they’ve been hiding me away for a while now, but I’ve convinced them to let me come around more” he grunts as his eyes subtly glance over my exposed thighs

“Good”

•

After that day I started dropping by the club more just to get a glimpse of him or anything really, sure it may sound desperate but that man was all I could think about, he was so mysterious it enticed me, when you grow up in this town with guys knowing your family they weren’t too keen on trying their luck, but Happy is apart of this world

I turn the corner heading to Jax dorm to pass out, completely exhausted from cleaning up after one of the guys drunken ragers they had the night before, when I bump into a firm chest

“Shit sorry lil girl” that nickname oh god he was killing me, looking up I catch his gaze as they roam my body, he’s gotten more comfortable with me since the first night we meet, Jax told me he’s not one for trusting immediately

“No it’s my fault I’m just tired, didn’t see where I was going” I say rubbing my eyes his hands still on my shoulders

“Guys got you running around?” His voice dropping a level like he was mad

“Mom says it’s my job, I have to clean up after everyone, and the guys sure like to make a mess” I try to laugh it off but he’s not laughing

“Come you’re sleeping in my room” he leads me with no hesitance to his dorm, its clean unlike Jax’s

I sit on the bed and he throws me on of his white shirts

“Get comfortable and relax lil girl” then he was gone leaving me with so many feelings

•Present•

It’s been a year since the first moment I meet the love of my life, sure we had an age gap but I didn’t care and he didn’t either, he treated me amazingly unlike how some members treat their woman, even though Jax is my brother he’s a prick to girls, can’t keep his emotions in check, or his dick in his pants, but with Happy I never have to worry about what he’s doing when I’m not there because he’s mine and I’m his, and he reassures me every chance he gets in his own ways

I huff as I strip out of my clothes and unhook my bra as happy lays in the bed, I walk to the mirror and pull my hair back into a messy bun and pull on one of his SAMCRO shirts

“You know I love you in my shirts but your sexy as hell without them lil girl” he grunts making me laugh at his filthy mind

I crawl in next to him and he immediately wraps his arms around me, my head to his chest, I trace my finger gently over his multitude of tattoos

“Think the guys are catching on” he says as he hand lifts the bottom of my shirt resting on my lower back

“How?”

“Well before you I was all over the ladies, think they see I’m not messing around”

“Ever the ladies man, but how could they connect that I’m the only woman you want hmmm?” I tease as I brush my fingers over his cheekbone and he looks down at me

“Sooner or later someone will catch us, you’re not the quietest girl” he smirks tapping my ass

“Hey I can’t help that you fuck me just right”

“You got that right”

•

At the garage I’m sorting through some papers to help mom out since everyone’s been so busy with the white power group coming to town

Hearing the rumble of the bikes we head outside seeing the guys pull up, seeing Happy on his bike always did something to me, weak in my knees seeing him in his kutte showing his muscles and tattoos, all I want to do in that moment is run over like Tara and mom are doing but I can’t, so I just lean against the building as our eyes meet so a while

Chucky comes out of the shop with a burger in hand to see the guys, he was a little ray of sunshine around the place but when the smell of the meat hits me my stomach flips, I run to the garbage can next to the shop and empty everything I’ve eaten today

“Shit are you okay?” He asks worried, I wipe my mouth and nod trying to catch my breath, he helps guide me to the steps to the office to sit down

Looking up happy is crouched in front of me the worry written all over his face

“Sick?” He asks putting his hand on my knee and I feel a little better just at his touch

“I don’t know, just hit me I’m sure I’m fine” looking behind him I see the guys taking glances at us, confused as to why Happy cared

“They’re watching” I whisper as I place my hand ontop of his

“Don’t care right now, had to check if you’re okay” he grumbles

“Are you getting soft on me Happy?”

“Soft? Never and you know that lil girl” he smirks before squeezing my hand and heading back to the guys

I know it’s not just sickness, I’ve been late for my period for 2 months and I’m only now just realizing

I get my purse and head to my car when mom stops me

“And where are you going little lady?”

“I just need to head to the store quickly, need anything?”

“No sweetheart you go, don’t be long”

Driving to the store my mind is racing, how do I tell him? We haven’t really talked about kids, we haven’t even told anyone we’re together let alone having a baby together

I speed through the store getting the test and going to the bathroom, the ten minutes were the slowest of my life

When the timer on my phone goes off my hands are shaking as I take the test and turn it over

Two lines……I’m pregnant

•

I feel the anxiety in my body the whole day even when I’m at home alone nothing can ease me right now except the man I need to tell

The door to my place opens like every other night and it’s Happy, he throws off his boots and slumps down on the couch next to me sighing as he wraps his arm around my shoulders and kissing my temple

“You still feeling sick Angel?” He only used Angel when he was worried

“I have something I need to tell you Hap” his eyes bore into mine telling me to go on

“I wasn’t just sick, I’ve been missing my period for two months, I took a test……I’m pregnant” he was still not a single emotion on his face as his eyes went from mine to my stomach

“I know it’s a lot, we haven’t even talked about it” he gets up and he’s out the door just as quick as he came leaving me with a whole in my heart, I never thought of all his reactions he’d leave

I feel the tears pool and can’t help but let them fall, if he leaves I’ll be alone and I won’t even be able to talk to anyone about it, I just want him he’s all I’ve ever wanted and I’m keeping this little baby no matter what happens

•

I get ready for work the next day, my eyes red and puffy my hair a mess but I couldn’t bring myself to care at this moment, I walk into the shop and get to work

“Sweetheart you look like a mess, rough night?”

“You could say that” I groan rubbing my itchy eyes from all the tears I shed

She pats my shoulder and Chibs walks in dropping off another paper

“Thanks”

“Ye alright las?” He asks as he leans against the desk next to wear im sitting

“Not really Chibs, feels like my world is crumbling and I’m all alone”

“Happy?” My heart stops I look up at him with wide eyes and he just smiles

“What? I…..how did you find out”

“It’s easy, for me atleast, say the way he looks at ye, never seen him care if someone was sick before” I sigh

“Don’t tell anyone please it’s….complicated right now… have you seen him today?”

“Nah, his bike ain’t here yet” I was starting to get worried, the more time went passed the more it felt like he’s really gone

•

It’s mid day and a bunch of cars pull up, mostly woman and kids, confused I go to Jax

“What’s going on?”

“We gotta go into lockdown, zobelle is getting too cocky, can’t risk someone else getting hurt”

“Oh should I go grab an overnight bag?”

“Yeah go quick you should be fine” I left driving quickly to my place, throwing together a bag, some clothes, makeup, perfume, all the necessities

I lock up and turn bumping into a chest making me squeal in surprise

“Whyre you here alone” that gravelly voice, happy

“I…..Jax said I’d be fine to go alone…..where have you been?” I ask looking up at him with a lump in my throat, his eyes ever piercing

“Let’s get you back” he lifts me onto the back of his bike, strapping my helmet on and gets infront of me as we drive off in silence

Getting to the lot I feel so many mixed emotions, does he still love me, was this just an order to come get me

“The place is pretty filled I don’t know where you’re going to stay sis” Jax says, he always seemed to take care of everyone else before me

“She’ll stay in my room, safest place” Jax gives us both a look but nods

Happy takes my bag and we go to his room and when I step in all that doubt is gone, looking around the room my heart is filled with a joy like no other, a bassinet in the corner, a changing station with little SAMCRO blankets and beanies

“Been working on it all night” he says as he sits on the edge of the bed

I turn back to him standing between his legs and his hands come to rubs my hips

“So you want this? You wanna have this baby with me?”

“Hell yeah, when you told me I was shocked, shit I should’ve stayed but you know I’m not great with that emotional shit” I run my hands over his shoulders and he drops his head to rest on my belly

“I know but next time don’t leave me Hap, if you need to leave the room and collect your thoughts I get it but walking out on me…..I thought you were gone for good” his head snaps up as he tightens his grip

“You know you’re mine, you’re not getting rid of me now lil girl” I love when his possessive side comes out

“It’s gonna be a boy” he grumbles matter of fact

“No it’ll be a girl, I see you as a girl dad”

“Yeah we’ll see about that” he pulls me down onto the bed hovering over me

“Do we tell the others or let them guess why you have baby shit in your room and why I’m sporting a baby bump without them knowing I have an old man”

“I like sneaking you around, makes it hot”

“Oh really, well Chibs already figured us out, guess we wait to see how long it takes the rest”

•

Sitting around a table for dinner, everyone’s having chili and fries, sat next to Chibs and Happy, across from us is Jax Tigs and Tara

“Sis want a beer?” Jax asks trying to hand me one but Happy takes it instead

“Oh I’m good still feeling a bit sick” I lie as happy takes a sip of the beer like it was no big deal but the guys gave us a look

“Am I missing something here?” Tigs asks

“No?”

Chucky comes out of the back straight to Happy

“Hey happy sir, what’s with the baby stuff in your room” chucky was always scared of happy, as he should

“What the hell were you doing in my room” he growls staring daggers at him

“I…..Gemma wanted me to drop of something for y/n and she’s staying in your room” I look back at the others and I can see things click

“Wait wait wait, happy you better explain yourself” Jax groans

“It’s private” I place my hand on his thigh under the table trying my best not to smirk, everyone knows happy keeps things private so they didn’t ask much further, mostly out of fear

Looking next to me to Chibs he gives me a knowing smile of congrats, he leans in whispering

“Bit old for ye aye lassy” he laughs making me blush

“Even better”

After supper I’m feeling tired from the roller coaster of a day, deciding to head to bed early

The crew hanging around the poll tables

“I’m gonna head to bed, night guys” without a second though and almost on instinct I lean up and pull happy into a kiss and walk off not even thinking twice about it until arms are wrapped around me carrying me back to the guys, juice sits me down on the table and every is just looking at me shocked

“What? Did I do something wrong?” Happy stands across from me smirking

“You just kissed me lil girl” my face completely flushed as I look at everyone around me wanting to shrink in on myself

“Lil girl? What the hell when did you start calling her that?” Clay asks and a chill runs down my spine he was always very protective

“Look it was just a mistake, just a thank you for helping me today” I try to intervene

“You sure?” Bobby asks with a raised eyebrow

“Come on Angel just tell them” happy grumbles wrapping his arms around my waist after I jump down from the table

“Are you sure?” I ask looking up and back at him, his hands placed over my belly, he nods and grunts in agreement

“I’m Happys ol lady”

“Uuuuuuuuuh since when?” Juice asks dumbfounded

“About a year, kinda hit it off during his welcome party”

“A year? And out of everyone happy that psycho” Tigs says making happy laugh

“I like them a little crazy, plus he makes me feel like an angel”

“You better or you’re dead” clay says

“Hold up a minute……the baby shit in your room happy? Are you pregnant sis?”

“Yeah, just found out today” the guys cheer congratulating us both

“Must be pretty pussy whipped to finally settle down brother” Tigs adds making me smack him up side the head

“You’re just jealous”

“Yeah she’s all mine, you’re stuck with pass arounds, I got the best piece of ass out there” happy smirks as he smacks my ass making me blush, shit I love this man

•

It’s been a few days now of this lock down and I was going a little crazy and these pregnancy cravings were kicking in high gear

Sighing I sit at the bench outside the club waiting for the guys to get back, too many people in there and I can’t stand the constant chatter, I like my peace and I always got that with Happy

Halfsack comes out and sits across from me, he’s sweet he’s around my age so we get along well

“Who’re you feeling? Heard you’re pregnant!”

“Fine just reeeeeeeeally hungry, I want a chocolate brownie milkshake and pizza but I can’t leave” he laughs

“Want me to order it for you?”

“Please! I’ll put in a good word for you with the infamous Tacoma killer” he perks up like a little boy and whips out his phone

“I’m on it!”

We wait a while and the gates open and the guys pull into the lot just in time for Half sack to get my food coming back and placing it infront of me, a whole pizza and a large milkshake making me look ridiculous as the guys come over

“A little hungry there lassy” Chibs laughs and I look down embarrassed

Happy leans down next to me kissing my temple

“The baby has cravings and I’m hungry” I groan

“No one comments on what she eats again” happy growls as he hands me my drink and opens the box for me

“Yeah he’s totally pussy whipped”

“Watch yourself tiggy don’t think I won’t beat your ass just because I’m pregnant” I say making everyone laugh

•

It’s been 5 months and I’m about 7 months along now, today we are having the baby reveal at the club, mom insisted we celebrate since it’ll be a new member to the family, walking into the club with Happy, his hand on my lower back guiding me along, he’s become extra touchy with me since he found out I was pregnant

“Okay everyone put in your guesses on what you think the baby will be!” Mom says going around from each person

“Definitely a boy” Jax said

“Nah man Happys totally a girl dad” tig adds and chibs agrees

“I’m with Jax it’s a boy” juice cheers, Opie agrees, halfsack says it’ll be a girl, dad thinks a boy and mom does too

“From mothers intuition I think it’s a little girl”

“So I’ll have two lil girls now” happy whispers to me

“No im your lil girl, this’ll be your baby girl” he smiles rubbing my belly

“Come on you two plenty of time for that on your own time let’s find out!” Mom says motioning for us to come up, she hands us both guns, paint ball guns with a target we’re meant to shot

“Alright 3…..2….1!” We both shoot and pink paint explodes across the targets, I scream jumping into Happys arms

“I told you!!!!” I can’t believe I’m have a little girl, happy holds me close and kisses my temple

“I’m gonna protect you both for the rest of my life lil girl” and in that moment I knew he was all I’ll ever need

•

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[pallenstar]

Sorry, I actually can’t hang out tonight. I have to go sit in the darkness and read some nasty freak shit on tumblr dot com.

[etclouie]

prettiest in the business

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — summary; after leaving Cara Cara once it burned down, you started a new business and wanted to give your boyfriend the first look (Opie Winston x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — warnings; suggestive but no smut, minors do not interact!!!, allusions to sex at the end, established relationship, reader was one of luann’s girls (so ex porn star!reader), possible ooc opie (it’s my first time ever writing him🤞), reader starts her own lingerie collection, opie’s kinda whipped for reader, that’s it i think

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — word count; 588

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — a/n; this was my first time writing opie, so apologies for that (wrote this away back in january)

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after Cara Cara burned down, you promised Opie you’d get out of doing porn — though you wanted to stay close with the girls you worked with. 

one of the girls helped you venture into a new business while she still done some things on the side, the two of you starting up your own lingerie line. 

once the first set was sketched out, and then made, you were eager to show it off to Opie. 

he’d come home earlier one day, tiredness painted across his face which slowly slipped away the longer he spent with you. 

you’d told him you were working on your set, he just never new it was finished just yet. 

waiting until he sat at the edge of your shared bed to show off your finished work, clad in nothing but the matching lace set. 

standing between his legs and resting your hands on his shoulders instinctively, while he let his eyes roam your body. 

it wasn’t as if you hadn’t worked lingerie for him before, but this was different. this was something you’d designed and made by yourself, with the help of your friend of course. 

“what’d you think?”

you knew he liked it. could tell by the glint in his eyes and the way his tongue poked out to wet his lips. 

his hands lifted to rest on your hips, thumbs sliding under the waistband and pulling it back slightly to slap against your skin. 

“it’s nice, suits you”

his left hand stayed on your hip while his right slid to cup your ass, large palm engulfing it as he gave a generous squeeze. 

you couldn’t help but shake your head, you knew him well enough to know he wasn’t thinking of the lace by this point, but what was underneath instead. 

“Opie! about the lingerie, not my body”

you reluctantly pulled from his arms, taking a step back and giving him a small spin. he flashed a faux wounded look before letting his eyes roam across your body again, paying attention to the lace and the intricate details this time. 

he stood from the bed, taking a step closer towards you. both of his hands cradled your face, thumbs soothing across your cheeks as he whispered back to you. 

“it’s real pretty, promise”

you knew there was a but, and he confirmed it by dropping his right hand to your ass again. 

kneading the flesh in his hand as he captured your lips, before his left hand mirrored the right on the other side. 

his lips stayed against yours for a minute until you pulled back, giggling at the lust blown look in his eyes. 

“let me take them off, appreciate the whole.. ensemble”

he suggested, and you knew you could never deny him when he was offering so nicely. 

it only took a nod for him to lift you off your feet, walking you towards the bed and setting you down. his body coming to lay on top of yours, settling himself between your legs as his arms lay on either side of your head. 

“i’ll let you show off your work again some other time, just too pretty to not fuck you”

he groaned against your shoulder, giving a roll of his hips which made you giggle under him. 

if Opie was one thing, it was honest. he always stuck to his word. so you knew whenever he decided to show off the set again, he’d sit patiently while you gave him twirls and pointed to the intricate details. 

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[bluecruz97]

Sons Of Anarchy One Shots Part.1

Gemma: I sleep with a gun under my pillow.

Tara: I sleep with a knife.

Y/N: Both of you are pathetic.

Tara: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Y/N: Tig!

Tig: 🤭