No thoughts head empty Jax Teller fucking you pronebone in a headlock. Loving up on you when you have an attitude. He knows you're acting up because you need some extra special loving from your man, and now he's pounding into you slow and steady, arm around your face and the other holding your hips right how he wants em. He smells like motor oil and cigarettes and old musty wooden furniture and some other things you can't even think of. His stubble tickles your ear when he nuzzles into you and he does it again just to make you squirm more.
"Yeahhhh, there we go baby.... this what you needed, angel? Just needed some good dick? A nice deep poundin'? Need your old man to fuck the attitude outta ya, didn'tcha? Mmmnnng... fuckin' thought so..."
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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.
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.
I got this request from @n3rdybird Ooh I have a fun prompt idea. If you are up for writing some Sons of Anarchy, maybe the reader takes her Old Man (whichever son you feel comfortable writing) for laser tag, and he gets super into it (checking corners, tactical rolls, etc), decimating the competition.
I would love to preface this by saying I have never written anything for Sons of Anarchy before so if anyone seems out of character, I am sorry.
I’m also going to tag @buckyscrystalqueen - her opinion on this would mean a lot <3
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You sighed to yourself as you looked around the clubhouse. “This is total bullshit.” Walking down the halls, you knocked on Juice’s door before hearing a muffled ‘Give me a second.’ He opened the door and gave you the biggest smile and pulled you in for a hug.
“I didn’t think I would get to see you today.” He pulled away, just holding you in his arms. You didn’t say anything at first but as soon as you looked at Juice, he knew something was up. Leading you into his, he sat you down on the bed and rubbed gentle circles into your back.
“Juan, they fired me today.” His hands stilled and he looked you. He got a mischievous look on his face as he grabbed you by the hand and led you out of the clubhouse. “Where the hell are we going?” Pushing you into the passenger side of your ‘73 Delta, he put the keys into the ignition, turning the engine over and sped out of the parking lot.
“I got you boo, don’t worry.” He grinned, keeping his eyes on the road. You sighed as you laced your left hand with his right. He brought the two joined hands to his lips and kissed your knuckles. You watched the scenery go by as you pulled into the parking lot of the nearest Laser Tag joint. You eyes widened and immediately you kissed him on the cheek.
“You remembered!” Seeing you smile was always his first priority whenever you felt down. You both got out of the car, and held hands as you walked into the building. Juice being the gentleman that he is, held the door open for you and swatted you on the ass as you walked in. You grinned as you watched him get suited up and ready for the next round. You two worked out a strategy but as soon as the buzzer went off, Juice immediately darted off leaving you on your own. Creeping carefully so you wouldn’t get shot, you noticed him peeking out of the corner watching the movement of the other players. You shook your head and as soon as you approached, you heard the noise from your vest go off. “Son of a bitch.”
“Language mijo…” You heard from the other side of the room when you saw that Juice had captured the other teams flag. When Juice made his way back to you, you pulled him in for a crushing hug and a heated kiss.
“Whoa, wait until we get back to the clubhouse for that!” Smiling you kissed him on the cheek as the two of returned your vest and guns to the front desk. Losing your job seemed like a distant memory as the two of you made it back to your car. You had Juice to thank for keeping you occupied so you didn’t think about it at all.
