#soa drabbles

[mysticalmallard]

♥︎ Spending the night for the first time ♥︎

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🦆: This is a new thing I'm trying, group drabbles, so I can write for more characters at once with the same scenario to challenge myself to make each drabble unique from the others....let me know if you want more like this and what scenario you want next ♥︎

♡ 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.

[callsign-cree]

sons of anarchy drabble

note: so, i was writing something for soa awhile back and i finally found it again and since i probably won't publish it i just want a part of it out there. I found it a little hilarious after forgetting about it for a few months.

   “if it isn’t oregon’s dove,” y/n looked at the sound of the voice. tig stood tall with his classic smirk and wild hair. trying to be annoyed at him, y/n failed, she smiled and ran over to him. tig wrapped his arms around her, welcoming her back to charming. 

   “well, tig you haven’t changed one bit. you know you still have that offense in oregon, right?” said y/n, half joking. 

   tig laughed, holding a finger to his lips, “yeah, i know. but no one needs to know that one, alright sweetheart?”

   squeezing his shoulder, she moved to the bar. there were bottles everywhere, mood lighting and tvs set up above the counter. they monitored the doors. staring at the tvs, they shot in black and white. she would occasionally see one of the workers go by.

[reigningqueenofwords]

Misc SOA Drabbles

I Could Be

[dallianceangel]

I’m Not Proud Of It

Writing this has given me another idea for a fic 💗

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You slip out of the clubhouse wearing the same clothes you wore last night, grinning as your mind plays back the wild night you had with Chibs. As you head toward the exit, Jax catches you as he works on fixing a motorcycle in Teller-Morrow. His gaze follows you, and he grows suspicious as he notices Chibs licking his lips, a subtle sign of the recent encounter he had with his girlfriend’s daughter.

Jax lowers his voice. “You and her...?”

Chibs sighs, nodding his head. “Aye, but you know, I’m not proud of it.”

Jax chuckles, not believing a single word. “Yeah, right. I bet you felt proud last night.”

Chibs smiles, but it soon fades when his girlfriend’s face flashes in his mind and the guilt resurfaces. “It shouldn’t have happened.”

Jax goes back to fixing what he is working on, but continues the conversation. “Was it just the once?”

Chibs’ silence gives Jax the answer he suspected, it’s happened more than once. “Fuck.”

Chibs sighs, the guilt eating away at him. A little while later, during lunchtime, your mom arrives outside Teller-Morrow, cheerful and unaware of the situation. She heads into the office and greets Chibs with a warm smile, holding a bag of delicious goodies.

“Hey, love,” she says, giving Chibs a kiss on the cheek. “I brought us some lunch.”

Chibs forces a smile. “Hey, doll. I’m so hungry.”

As she talks to Chibs over lunch, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Chibs discreetly checks it—it’s a text from you. He fights back a smile as he reads the message.

"Last night was hot. Round two later? 😏"

Chibs quickly types back, his heart racing: “You’re trouble, lass. We’ll need to be careful.”

[ofcourseiwillmydarling]

a/n: reposting bc it felt incomplete :P Also I do not understand if my blog has been restricted or something :( I have a couple of asks in my inbox but I cant access them for some reason & I dont know how to fix it 😢

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TW: ! brief mention of choking.

He pins you down, covering your body with his as he fucks you into the mattress. He noses at your cheek, his beard rasps across your cheek just as he surges forward, burying himself to the very bottom of you.

You've gone boneless. Your cheek scraping up the white cotton sheets as he rocks his hips in a lazy rhythm, barely easing out your sopping cunt before shoving forward again. He gets off it - overwhelming you until you cant think straight. "Too deep Jackie..! s'too much!" He's heavy. He drives further - and it would hurt if you weren't used to it - stretching your cunt obscenely. Your pussy is so desperately full it's overwhelming. Consuming.

He takes a pause to pull his weight off of you, wrapping an arm around your midriff to pull you into the air until your back is flush against his chest.

You can feel the scratch of the hair at his groin against the curve of your ass as he rolls his pelvis upwards, ass jamming back against his hips as he hits balls - deep. "That's my girl," he coos - rubbing his bearded jaw against the soft skin of your cheek. “Still with me?” He‘s arrogant. Condescending. He knows that he has you.

His palm circles your neck - he thrusts faster, snapping into you with the full brunt of his weight - constricting your air flow. Its risky. Dangerous. He could break you if he wanted to. Your eyes are glossy. You look drunk. Fucked out. “You cock - drunk or somethin’?” You have no words left - nothing else to give him but pathetic, needy whimpering. He enjoys every part of it. Every spear of his cock makes an indecent sound. Its filthy. Indecent. He's pushing you right to your limit. "C'mon," he croons. "Let go for me, darlin'."

[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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ANGEL TEARS | Jax Teller.

Bunny stood in the doorway, arms crossed as she watched Jax pace back and forth in the dimly lit room. His hands ran through his hair, tugging at the strands in frustration. The tension between them was palpable, a thick cloud that neither had the courage to dispel.

“I’m not over you,” Jax finally admitted, his voice raw with emotion. He stopped pacing, turning to face Bunny, his eyes pleading for some kind of understanding. “I love her, but...”

“But what?” Bunny cut in, her voice wavering between anger and hurt. “You can’t just say that to me and expect it to be okay. I’m not a consolation prize, Jax.”

Jax took a deep breath, struggling to find the words. “Daydreams of fear, just another tear,” he murmured, almost to himself. “A tear that makes it seem real, again. You don’t understand, Bunny. She flows straight through me, like wine, again.”

“Then why are you here?” Bunny demanded, stepping forward, her eyes locking onto his. “Why come back to me if she’s everything to you?”

Jax looked at her, his expression tortured. “Riding into the Sun… what can I do? You’re everything to me, everything. I can’t quite tell you enough, again. I’m going through it now, back again.”

Bunny shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes. “It’s not that easy, Jax. It’s easy but it depends. You can’t keep doing this, keep tearing me apart every time you’re unsure. I deserve more than this.”

Jax took a hesitant step toward her, his voice barely a whisper. “I know, Bunny. I’m sorry. I just... I don’t know what to do without you.”

Bunny looked at him, the pain in her heart reflected in her eyes. “Then figure it out, Jax. Because I can’t keep waiting for you to decide if I’m worth it.”

[bullet-prooflove]

Matriarch - Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Reader

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Companion piece to Punishment & Silver & Gold

You’re sitting at your desk, smoking a cigarette when Chibs enters your office. You look at the clock on the wall and realise it’s gone past midnight, you’re not sure when that happened. Time’s been fluid since you watched the light die in Galen’s eyes. You remember something similar happening when you’d killed your ex-husband.

He looks down at the body on your floor and you see the way his jaw tightens, the muscles in his shoulders tensing. It’s his job to keep you safe but you’ve managed to do that all by yourself. He’s old fashioned sometimes with his thinking, he has no illusions about being a white knight, but he hates the fact you’ve been forced to take action.

“Couldn’t have happened to a nicer scumbag.” He spits on the corpse before turning to face you. His eyes come to rest on the gun that sits in the space between the two of you, the one he had given you just in case. He had never dreamed that you would need to use it.

You offer him a cigarette from the cardboard carton on your desk and he removes one before using the gold Zippo to light it. He takes a drag before leaning against the wall, his gaze straying to the blood pool underneath Galen.

“You’re going to need a new carpet love.” He tells you. “There isn’t enough bleach in the world to get that up.”

Realistically it would be simpler to burn down the entire office, eradicate the evidence but that would bring the police calling and he thinks they probably hate you as much as they despise the club. It was the downside to being good at your job.

“The place needs refurbishing anyway.” You remark, tapping the ash from your cigarette into a silver ashtray. “I don’t think it will take Allie much convincing, she’s been wanting to change things up for a while.”

“I can get Juice and some of the guys on it, get rid of the body and the carpet but…” He trails off and you know that the ‘but’ is. It means that news of Galen’s death, the manner of it, spreads around the M.C like wildfire. Nobody would believe that Chibs had done this, it’s too personal.

“They need to see that I take care of my shit.” You state, blowing a stream of smoke out of your mouth and watching it evaporate into the air. “That I’m still taking care of their shit.”

Secrets is what it all came down to.

The Club’s secrets.

Galen had wanted to pluck each and every one of them out of your head and twist them to leverage his position with the M.C. Not a single one had passed you’re lips during your time together. He respected that, he’d told you, your loyalty. You couldn’t buy that shit, it was born out of love.

You weren’t sure when that had happened.

There were moments though, ones that stuck in your mind.

The look in Tig’s eyes when he told you about his girl, how proud he was of her whilst the two of you hammered out his investment into Cara Cara. The enquiry he’d made about making sure she received his share of the business in the event of his passing. He’d worried about that, you remember, making sure that she was taken care of, along with the two daughters he barely saw.

The taste of Bobby’s banana bread as he told you that his kid was better off not knowing him, that he had always been bad news, which was why he was on his third divorce. You knew a thing or two about making bad choices, you’d reminded him. He wouldn’t always be unlucky in love, especially not when he baked like that. His smile had warmed your heart.

Tara’s guardianship and adoption of the Able after you’d helped facilitate her marriage to Jax. You’d been invited to both the wedding and the subsequent adoption party. You remembered standing in the kitchen, talking to Juice about his weed shop when Jax had passed you baby Thomas for a minute because he’d had his hands full with Able. You think that was the moment it dawned on you how much trust they had in you, that they’d come to see you as one of them.

All of these things they weren’t just legal affairs; they were snippets of people’s lives. Important pieces that meant something deep to each and every one of them.

Strung up in that barn you had known that you could never let Galen have that. To him the M.C was a device to be wielded, a tool to build up his side business but to you they’d become a part of your life.

It would have been easy to relent. To divulge how the M.C were diversifying, making more money with legit businesses like porn and escorts than they ever had with gun running, which was why they were starting to pull out of the trade but the damage of revealing something like that…

It would have been catastrophic.

Noone would have blamed you, Tig had told you in the aftermath when he was helping Tara see to your wounds.

I would have, you’d responded.

You’re distracted as Chibs removes his phone from his pocket. You see him hesitate, his thumb hovering over the buttons before he looks at you helplessly.

“This will bind you to them.” He tells you, tilting his head towards Galen’s corpse. “After this there’s no going back, they’ll start looking to you. You’ll go from their lawyer to their matriarch.”

You understand what he’s saying, you’ve protected them once, allowing Galen to take his pound of flesh. This thing that you’ve done will reinforce the action, you’ve taken care of something that was very much a Club problem. Before his presidency, before killing Galen, you could have been viewed as collateral damage, an affiliate of the Club who been caught up in their mess but now…

You know how this looks. That they’ll see it as you defending them.

“Right now, you can walk away from me, from the club…” he trails off when he sees the look in your eyes. The glint of steel underneath all of that silk. “That was never going to happen was it?”

You shake your head.

“I didn’t want this for you.” He tells you honestly. “When I kissed you that night at my kitchen table, I had no idea we’d end up here.”

You know what he means. Him with the presidency, you standing along side of him, a part of the Club’s bloody history. Nobody could have foreseen this, the course of circumstances that has led you to this moment.

“Maybe it was always meant to happen.” You tell him stubbing out your cigarette before casting a glance at Galen’s corpse. “This feels like the beginning of a joke. What do you do with a dead Irish Man?”

He laughs, he can’t help it because it does. He feels that pressure in his chest relinquish as the edges of your mouth tip up into a smile. Anyone else would be horrified by what had happened here tonight but you’re anything but. He senses the relief in you, you’ve slayed another of your monsters, you can sleep easy knowing that Galen can never touch you again.

“I love you.” He finds himself saying.

He means it. He always has.  He’s just never been able to vocalise it until this moment. He’s never doubted your commitment to him, but accepting the Club, that’s always been at the heart of his reluctance. You don’t shy away from the life he leads; you embrace it. You understand that it’s part of him and now it’s a part of you too. It may not be what he envisioned but it’s the future the two of you are stepping into and he treasures it with every fibre of his being.

“I know.” You tell him, clasping his hand. “I’ve always known Filip.”

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[hatersaremymotivators]

Okay so I'm going to start writing fanfiction. I will write for the following:

Sons of anarchy:

Jax

Opie

Tig

Chibs

Happy

Half-Sack

Juice

Kozik

RatBoy

Mayans MC:

Angel Reyes

EZ Reyes

Gilly

Coco

Creeper

Bottles

Guero

Manny

Bishop

Yellowstone:

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[band--psycho]

Jax Teller x Reader-Plans For A Belated Valentines

For @yourwinchesterbros with the request of working on Valentines Day

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

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Y/n just wanted Jax home. 

She missed him, more so than she normally did when he was away with the club on business.

It had been an extremely long and tiring day; and in all honesty, all she wanted to do was snuggle up in Jax's arms and forget about all of it, about how stressful her day had been.

And even though she knew he wasn’t going to be there when she opened the door; she felt her heart sink slightly with disappointment when she was greeted to an empty house. 

She just wanted him home. 

Normally it was okay, she could distract herself, but it seemed that everywhere she went was surrounded by couples.

Even the Tv was only showing romance movies.

Not that it was a surprise, given that today was Valentine’s Day.

Y/n planned to stay up; to try and wait for Jax to get home, so at least she could possibly spend some brief minutes with him on Valentine’s Day; but she was so exhausted.

All she wanted to do was sleep. 

And it wasn’t long before her eyes fell shut and sleep took over.

~~~~~

Jax knew what today was. 

And he hated the fact that he was away from Y/n for the whole day, and practically the entire evening. 

He was hoping he could sort things out earlier but as usual with club business, it never quite went according to plan. 

By the time he’d gotten back to charming it was already half past eleven in the evening.

He knew Y/n would be asleep; but that didn’t stop him from stopping off at the store and getting Y/n her favourite sweets and flowers to greet her the following morning with. 

He felt awful. 

He had every intention of making today special for Y/n given that it was their first proper Valentine’s Day together as a couple. 

When he opened the door, he made sure to do it as quietly as he possibly could.

And then he saw her; asleep on the couch.

He placed down the items he’d bought from the store on the kitchen counter and walked over to the sofa, kneeling down in front of Y/n. 

That’s when he noticed a little note beside her, ‘Sorry if I’m asleep by the time you get back; happy Valentine’s Day baby, I love you,’

In that moment; Jaxs heart melted.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, darlin’,” he whispered, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on the side of her head. 

He’d make it up to her tomorrow.

He’d give her the best belated Valentine’s Day he possibly could. 

Right now though, she needed sleep and he certainly wasn’t going to take that away from her. 

But he also wasn’t going to let her sleep on the couch; so he carefully tucked his hands under her knees and around her back, lifting her off the couch and carrying her to bed. 

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[mysticalmallard]

I got two days off work, so I'm gonna open up my requests for SoA Drabbles!!!

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Rules for making a request:

★ Send me one mood & a character from the lists below.

☆ And 3 words of your choice that I must include in the drabble

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Moods to choose from:

■ Fluffy

□ Suggestive

■ Goofy

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■ Random (I will choose the mood for you)

Characters to choose from:

🩷 Happy Lowman

💜 Juice Ortiz

🩷 Jax Teller

💜 Opie Winston

🩷 Tig Trager

💜 Chibs Telford

Example Request:

Hello I would like to make a Fluffy drabble request for Chibs Telford using the words: Drink, Harley and Ring

Completed requests

🌸 Tig Trager, Suggestive (dark, crazy, sexy)

🌸 Happy Lowman, Goofy (burger, movie, blanket)

🌸 Juice Ortiz, Goofy (pink, hot, splash)

🌸 Juice Ortiz, Fluffy (cat, bed, movie)

🌸 Jax Teller, Random (forever, ride, love)

🌸 Chibs Telford, Random (iPhone, sun, water)

🌸 Opie Winston, Suggestive (red, light, floor)

🌸 Happy Lowman, Goofy (water, balloons, summer)

🌸 Happy Lowman, Goofy (ice cream, bed, movie)

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[samcrosfaith]

and if so, and this is a question for the people taking requests, do you make an extra post for that so people can leave their requests or do you use the 'ask me anything' button? I haven't quite figured Tumblr out yet. 😅

Btw, if you have a request already, leave it here or message me/ask me anything button. 🥰

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Spank - A Chibs Telford/Reader Smut Drabble.

Felt like doing a bit of whip play with Chibby. Enjoy!

Words - 426

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

It’s called a schooling whip. It is used by horse riders, primarily for the dressage discipline, the long whip administered to the horse’s flank in a tiny tap, meaning minimal movement beyond the flick of a wrist is needed to be used. A horse should never be tapped anything more than lightly with it. 

What you’re receiving with it, though, is most definitely beyond such subtlety.  

He strikes you, where you stand in place, cuffed to the large wooden X in the far corner of your play room. Yes, you bought a house with a basement specifically for this purpose, the dark red painted room now used solely for indulgences in kink. “Colour?”  

“Green.” That one wasn’t so bad. He knows if you say red, he has to dial it back.  

“Hmmm, I cannae be doing things properly then, if we’re still at green.” You gulp, anticipating the sting, feeling the small lash at the end of the whip tickle across your bare cheeks, slowly ascending your spine, teasing across your shoulders before contact is removed.  

The air is cut with a whoosh, the whip striking you hard across both butt cheeks. You flinch, a groan pouring from you. He does it again, this time eliciting a little whimper. “Colour?”

“Amber.” Oh yes, that time, it was edged in a smidgen more pain, yet this is what you love, your cunt brimming with the evidence of it, a sparkling little pool of slick beginning to wet your upper thighs, you lover noticing. He crouches behind you, his thumb rubbing between your folds, spreading that warm puddle of arousal around, seeking your clit as his tongue follows the bright red lashes across your butt, his teeth taking a gentle bite. “Mmm, fuck, that feels good.”

“Aye, baby. I bet it does. Daddy knows what you like by now.” he rumbles, standing once more, the lash of the whip now softly teasing where his thumb just rubbed, a breath hitching in your throat, the contact again removed before you’re struck once more. “Colour?”

A sob wells in your throat, the pain stinging, burning, knowing you’ll likely bruise from it. “Red.”

He chuckles, placing the whip down, coming to press himself against you, unfastening each cuff until your arms are released. He kisses the back of your neck, pulling you against him, his big, firm cock pressing hot at the base of your spine, his lips ghosting your ear before he whispers the words you’ve been craving all night. 

“I guess it’s only fair that I fuck you now.”

[dallianceangel]

𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 🥵🔥

Inspired by this post 😘

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You’re licking up and down Happy’s stomach in his dorm room, your tongue teasing him. He’s shifting, clearly growing impatient, and hard.

“Quit with the teasing,” Happy says, his voice urgent. “I’ve been waiting all day for this.”

You glance up, smirking. “Alright, alright.”

You undo his belt, hanging it over a chair, before pulling down his jeans and underwear, allowing his hard cock to spring free. Happy’s breath quickens, his eyes locked on you, groaning when you take him in your mouth.

Happy moans, gripping your head as his tension finally eases. “That’s it. Just like that, babe.”

You pull back when he spills inside your mouth, swallowing, giving him a satisfied smile. “Fuck, you taste good,” you say softly, wiping the corners of your mouth.

[ofcourseiwillmydarling]

❗I accidentally deleted the draft where I answered to the ask so I'm reposting it like this. Anyway, TYSM anon ! Means a lot to me ! I always feel like what I'm writing makes absolute no sense LOL. I hope you enjoy! 🫡🩵

a/n: Tomorrow I go back to class but we're up to a slow start, so I'll try to post as much as I can during these months ! If you guys have any other requests - about any soa character (both male and female) - dont be shy to send them, I have so much fun doing these & I looove hearing your thoughts ! ♡

! REQUESTS ARE OPEN

TW: mean !Jax & rough sex.

"Aw fuck - darlin' - what'd he do?" Your eyes are puffy and red - lashes clumping together from your tears - lips swollen from biting them. Jax makes a soft mouth sound as he sweeps his thumb over your cheekbone, rubbing slow, soft circles meant to soothe you.

"Clay," you sob. "He said I was jus' a cheap lay to you," your voice cracks and more tears fall across your pathetic, broken expression. "Jesus Christ," He hisses between clenched teeth. He's seething. "Where is he?"

You shake your head, digging your fingers into the lapels of his vest. "He left," you murmur. "Jus' leave it alone." The words hitched in your throat - blathering something incoherent.

"Baby," he urges. He can hear your heart beginning to thump - pounding too hard and too fast against your chest. "You're with me. You're okay." He rubs his cheek firmly against your own - skin sheathed in cool sweat - his nose probing your hairline.

It ends like it always does. He threads his fingers through your hair - tugging the strands gently - before he crashes his mouth against yours. "I love you."

**

He wraps his fingers around the bends of your knees - forcing them apart. He is hard between your legs; tip leaking and heavy as it presses against your belly. Fisting his cock, he sinks into you in one brutal stroke. He's meaner today. He had hurt you with his words, even when he'd slam the thick of him inside your cunt till you'd bruise, but it never mattered. You were too in love for it to ever matter. This was for him. Not you.

You don't know the specifics about his 'jobs' - he couldn't tell you - but you do know the state that he comes home in. You let him use you as he needs.

"Jackie," You mewl - brow wrinkling in discomfort - as you reach for him. You're full of him. You wonder if you could feel him if you placed your hand on your belly. You cradle the hinge of his jaw and you're blathering against the slope of his cheekbone. You hiccup and sniff - you couldn't help it - he's stretching you apart and it aches something fierce. "Quit whinin'." he bits out as he hits balls deep - cock hitting something deep and sensitive inside of you.

You meet each thrust - even though your cunt is raw - lifting your hips to take his cock again and again. "Don't stop - fuck - m'close." He rolls his hips into you - grinding his pelvic bone against against the peak of your sex - knocking a sharp cry from your kiss-swollen lips. Rough and sharp. It's aggressive and a little ugly - still, you kiss him like you're dying.

He tightens his grip on your waist as you writhe against his hold. He ducks his head - rubbing his cheek firmly against yours - as he presses deeper. He can feel you tighten up - muscles clamping down his length - and fucks you through it. "That's it," he exhales against your teeth - you feel his cock pulse inside you - hips stuttering against your own. "Fuck - I love you."

Still — he leaves. But oh - it feels just like love.

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Mmm-mmm-mmmm! New prompt list! I LOVE IT!! Let's try....Person B sees a little kid with similar hair to A and wants a similar haired baby with person A. Fluff with Chibs. 😍

I really like this one!

Drabble Masterlist

Little Arms, Big Bottles.

Contains: Fluff

394 words

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Chibs has a sudden realisation when he goes to the store

Chibs knew he shouldn't walk into the hair care aisle, all you needed was bread, milk and fish for dinner, but he couldn't help himself, he loved the way you smiled at him when he brought you something. As Chibs rounded the corner, he met a familiar face. Ella was a stern woman in her mid thirties, fair and kind but to the point.

He had first met her in this aisle, looking for a hair mask to brighten up a bad week. However, he was lost when he stopped but the shelves and shelves jars and bottles. After a very brief chat, Ella had pointed out what he should buy and Chibs left a happy man. Today Ella was here with her daughter who Chibs had heard of but never met. She was a cute kid, no taller than his knee.

Chibs smiled at Ella and returned to his task, staring at the jars and thinking of what to buy. "excuse me Mr." There was a tiny tap on his leg as he stepped aside. The little girl reached up on her tippytoes, unable to reach bottles. Chibs reached up and handed her the shampoo and she tucked it under her arm, "other one please." Chibs did his best to hold back the smile as he gave her the conditioner.

The bottles were huge in her tiny arms but she waddled back to her mother nevertheless. Then suddenly, Chibs wasn't in the store, he was sitting behind a faceless child doing her hair while you sat on the corner of the bath and watched. Then he was wrapping her curls around his fingers while she looked up at him. Another vision flashed by his eyes, a little boy in a dinosaur shirt, with a tuff of curls on top of his head, running towards Chibs, calling him daddy.

By the time Chibs came back to his senses, his basket was full, by the time he came home to you, he had spent two day's wage buying you stuff for your hair. When he entered the door, your eyes went wide, "Philp, what's all this for?"

He smiled, "I want to have a baby with you."

You blinked, "what?"

He took a deep breath, "I want a baby with you."

You shook your head, "we'll talk about that after you put everything away."

Fin