Roman Reigns x Fem Black Reader | 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut | ~1,200 words
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"You got too much free time on your hands, baby...g-gotta find another hobby besides—mmm, fffuck—thisss..."
"You really complainin' 'bout it? I don't see you stoppin' me..."
Roman had been home for only two months of his year-long vacation, but he didn't let a day go by without indulging in his favorite hobby: You.
You knew he had a point and he made it clear over and over with the pointed tip of his tongue, trailing along the slick, soft valley of your folds that he held open with his broad thumbs. One of those thumbs traveled to your clit to nudge it carefully, just firm enough to make your eyes flit open and down at him as his flickered up at you. His long, wide tongue lapped and traced your pussy lips before he kissed at them with his full ones, your eyes locked together when he removed his thumb to lock those velvety lips on your sweet spot, instead.
"God...right there," you hissed pathetically as another moan rolled from your lips, your head rolling back onto the pillow as your fists snatched up handfuls of the black, cotton sheets surrounding you. Roman surrounded you even more, his big, warm body wedged between your thighs, his bigger, muscular arms slipping around your hips, and his big, calloused hands palming your breasts as his thumbs nudged your hard nipples like they did your clit. His tongue picked up that work now, his mouth and mustache smothered with your lush wet as his tongue smothered your spot..."Right fuckin' there, unghh, I'm 'bout to cum."
You would have lifted your hips to meet more of his mouth but it was impossible. There was no more space between you both as Roman was impossibly close, no telling where his mouth ended and your pussy began as it throbbed once with that telltale heated pleasure before you fluttered on his tongue, fluttered with hot waves that submerged your body. Your moans mingled with his muffled ones that vibrated against your core, both of you savoring that sweet bliss that rocked you on the bed and rocked you on his tongue as only he savored the sweetness of you.
You were still moaning when he eased back onto his knees and pulled away slowly, his hands massaging down your body until they settled on your trembling thighs that he couldn't hold still even with his massive strength. Not that he was trying as he reveled in making you eat your words. You heard him confirm it with a breezy chuckle as you tried to compose yourself.
"Baby," you whimpered as your pleasure wouldn't let you loose, your pussy still grasping at those afterglow spasms that Roman watched with a handsome half-smirk as he pushed your thighs apart further. He wouldn't let you loose, either, his deep brown eyes slanting like he was in deep thought about what to do with you next as his hands kept you pinned to the bed.
"Still ain't tellin' me to stop, I see," he laughed softly again as you shivered from one of his hands that found its way back to your pussy, fingers lapping and tracing in the same sadistic swirls that dangerous tongue of his did. You craned your neck just in time to catch him tap his middle fingers along your clit and draw back, a sticky string of your wet following his caress. He let it drip on his tongue, his fingers seeking seconds before he asked with a satisfied hum, "You really don't want me playin' in this pussy all day, baby?"
His voice was nothing but smooth, slow bass, smooth and slow like his touch teasing and pushing into your little hole that gently expanded around his two long, thick fingers...fingers that then gently curled up to tease and push your g-spot as he caught your gaze again. He caught your pulse on his fingertips, too, the one he made quiver with his smooth, slow thrust up, deeper, thrusting a whiny moan out of your throat that you couldn't keep in.
"I-I'm sayin'...can I get a break?" you uttered and knew the answer was no before it even came out of your mouth. It was the way he ran his unbusy hand to fuss with his hair, pushing off the silky mane where it had fallen onto his forehead to grace his naked, hulking shoulders. His gorgeous face crinkled with furrowed eyebrows and cute wrinkles around his eyes at your ridiculous question.
Ridiculous because as much as your boyfriend loved to wear you like his favorite black, Nike sweatsuits as he chilled at the house with you...you loved how he wore you out, too.
Roman was a man of many tastes, enjoying his time away from work by locking himself in his study to read, whipping around the kitchen to cook family recipes, and exploring the scenic beaches and trails just beyond your backyard.
But his favorite taste was always you.
"You think you earned a break?" he asked you, his bearded chin tipped low to keep his eyes on both your body as it squirmed in the palm of his hand and your pretty face touched with awe at him. His husky tone was gruff, commanding yet whimsical, curious. Like he truly wanted you to think about it.
Yet you couldn't think about anything when Roman lazily coiled the pads of his fingers to your tender spot, over and over and deeper still. Your eyes tried to find the back of your skull as you cried his name for the hundredth time this afternoon, his delicious torture starting sometime when the sun filled your bedroom.
You weren't sure when it was ending as Roman had all the time now to perfect his persecution...
"Tell me, baby. Or you gon' cum for me first?"
"...Mm, unh huh. That's what I thought. Look at this pussy pullin' on my fingers...you ain't tired of me yet."
"C'mon, sweetheart. Get up. Let Daddy make you cum on this dick. Just one more time..."
Whether the clouds absorbed the sunrays that had scattered throughout the room, or if it was simply nightfall taking over, you were overtaken by your boyfriend who relished in you until you were fast asleep at his side, his arm securing you to his strong chest where your lips smudged to his tatted pec you lightly snored on.
Before you dozed off, you knew you'd wake up alone as Roman would be in the kitchen trying his hand at baking faiai eleni for you both to have for dinner as he'd picked up the ingredients, along with a bottle of tequila, from the store last night. That's because Roman was nothing but diligent at everything he sought to do, from his lengthy career that he worked endless days to build to the leisurely days he filled with activities to spoil you with...
"You excited to take the time off?" you inquired quietly on his first night home. He held you to his bare chest then, too, your head on his shoulder as you listened in the dark to the sigh build in his chest before it escaped his lips.
"Excited ain't the right word. Relieved, I think."
"You be workin' too damn hard, so I get that."
"Naw. I get paid real good to work hard, baby. And I love my work." Roman breathed the words with a resolute grunt, one that made you grin as you knew it to be true. But you grinned harder when you felt his arm squeeze you to him a bit tighter. "I'm just...happy to spend more time at home. You know? Spend more time with you."
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Thanks for reading! ❤️
a/n: Don't ask me why I felt led to write this today...just know I'm madly in love with Roman more than a person who doesn't know him should be. 🥹
At 3 AM your whole house was still, the only sounds in the room being the soft rhythm of your breathing. You lay sound asleep, curled up under the warm blankets, unaware of the soft gaze Roman had fixed on you. His heart swelled with affection as he watched the rise and fall of your chest. He couldn’t help it. He was drawn to you in ways he couldn’t fully explain. Even though he should be asleep, he couldn’t fall into a slumber no matter how hard he tried, the back to back flights had completely destroyed his sleep schedule.
Roman had always been the quiet type, the type of guy who often got shy, especially away from his WWE persona, but when it came to you, he felt a need to be close. The way you looked so peaceful, so beautiful in your slumber, made his heart skip a beat. Slowly he leaned in, brushing a piece of hair away from your face, his fingers grazing your soft skin.
A soft sigh left his lips as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, lingering there longer than he had intended. Your face remained peaceful, your breath unchanging. He smiled to himself, unable to stop. Every time his lips met your skin, a little spark of joy spread inside him.
"You're perfect,” Roman murmured under his breath, his lips now tracing the line of your jaw as he gently kissed his way down. He could feel your warmth against him, and it felt so right to be close to you like this. He kissed your cheek, then your neck, as if trying to memorize every inch of you. His heart raced a little faster with each kiss, his mind flooded with the tenderness he felt for you.
He pulled back briefly, watching your peaceful face for a moment. Then, before he could stop himself, he kissed your lips, just a brief, tender press of his mouth against yours. He couldn't resist the urge to remind himself that you were really here, that you were his.
He mumbled softly, "I love you.." though you remained asleep, unaware. Roman nestled closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you in gently. He kissed the top of your head and sighed, feeling like he was exactly where he was meant to be.
heyyyyyyyy. this is dedicated to @harmshake for inspiring me. love ya twin. ty always <3 ty for getting me out my funk and inspiring me.
and @shes2real. loveeeeeee ur fics. gotta go check em out if you haven’t.
warnings: pure smut. no plot. nun. just freakayyyyy. no one under 18.
parings: roman reigns x black!reader
“ah!” your fresh manicured white toes popped as your leg laid over your man’s shoulder
“i know, babygirl, i know…” he sighed into your neck as his hips continued to snap towards your pussy, “been a good girl all day for me…gotta give my baby her reward.”
roman loved being vocal during sex. he loved making your head spin and your heart swell with his words making you speechless. well…you were already speechless but yk what i mean.
he grabbed you other leg hiking it up further around his waist allowing you to feel him deeper, “why are y—you fucking me like this?” you strain latching your hand onto his back, digging ur nails into it attempting to relive the pressure in your center
“why not? tight ass pussy always ready for me. you hear her crying for me? let me show her daddy’s home.”
squelching noises echoed from around the room. you could feel yourself dripping down roman’s dick right onto the bed sheets creating a wet spot. your pussy swollen and worn out yet still squeezing down on him pulling him back inside for more. he loved you like this for him—a babbling, dizzy, dick drunk mess. you loved it even more.
he pampered you in and out of the bed room; this all starting from coming home to a hot bath waiting with candles and pink rose petals scattered around. you let him wash your body down, an intimate act all too familiar, before his washcloth covered hand got closer towards ur aching pussy—washing rubbing you there letting the heat from the cloth bring you towards your first orgasm of the night. you both quickly took it to somewhere it wouldn’t turn into a slip n’ slide…well?
that familiar feeling for the 4th time tonight pulsed inside your belly again ready to gush out onto your man’s dick.
“shit! You gotta stop scratchin’ me baby…” he hissed before throwing ur legs over his arms, pushing them towards either side of your head
his movements sped him, continuing to dig at your pussy making a mess in the middle of your thighs. bad choice.
you lived for your man’s back. the way his body loomed over yours like a shield felt nearly romantic. and it was beautiful to say the least. you knew if you kept leaving marks, he’d kill you for it in the morning. he’d have to cover up again, which would make him loose out on money. roman knew his fan base, the ladies wanted what they wanted. but fuck those hoes…you’d give them something to stare at for-sure now. you’d carve ur name with your nails if you could.
your nails caved inwards again in his skin dragging all around to relieve both the pain and pleasure your man was creating with the swivel of his hips. the vein in his dick pulsing against ur spot with the new stroke. your hips attempting to buck into the mattress to escape the new rhythm.
“you feel me baby? right in that pussy? right where i need to be, baby. you wetting it up so good baby. i’m not stopping till you cum on it.”
“f-fu-uckkk! i can’t roman, ah!” you sobbed out sinking ur teeth into his shoulder. your pussy clenching and unclenching, his dick desparate to find its hiding place in your pussy.
“why not baby? fuckin’ good ass pussy. gimme what i want, babygirl. get that nut.” he roared into your ear
not for the first time, you felt the white flash behind ur eyes as heat radiated from ur toes right towards your pussy. with a loud whine of incoherent words, your cum gushed out around roman’s still thrusting cock now with a new layer of your cum coating it, fucking your through it. you let out a mixture of screams and sobs as he chased his nut, fucking into you faster, the stimulation becoming too much to bare. your nails scratching roman anywhere it could, clawing at him.
“where can i cum baby? where you want it at?”
“in my pussy..” you whimper out hoarsely
“nah, speak up. Where you want it at, baby? i can come in this pussy? My pussy?”
“in my pussy! fuck! cum in meeee, roman. cum in me, pleaseeee.” you beg with a pout, he leaned down connecting your lips together. his strokes becoming erratic before you felt the long hot spurts of his cum spraying your walls.
“shit! fuck! i can’t stop, baby. ahh!” he moaned in your ear as his thrust slowed down. your breaths both racing to pull it back into your lungs
roman continued to feed you small soft thrust before pulling out. he eased your legs of your shoulders to watch the mixture of your cum oozing out of your pussy and dribble onto the bed sheets. he lowered a thumb to your clit to rub small circles, causing your pussy to convulse and push his cum out in bubbled pools. after, he used his thumb to finger fuck it back into you with a small whimper, he got up to grab a towel to clean you off.
“damn, baby!” you hear him call out from the dark bathroom
“what?” you strain out, still trying to catch your heart rate back to normal
“we gotta invest in some gloves or something for you, when we fuckin’ baby girl.” he reemerged from the bathroom with a towel in hand. you took the time to notice all the bright red scratches that coated his tanned arms, and the teeth marks in his neck. he did a small spin, to show you his back.
Hi baby! I loveee your writing! I saw you asked for ideas. Can you do inexperienced reader and Roman teaching her how to take the d?
nice & slow — r.r +millytober+
parings: roman reigns x early 20s black!reader
kink: inexperienced kink. (?)
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warnings: p in v, unprotected sex, inexperienced ≠ virgin, crying, roman being gentle, pet names (18+ MDNI)
“you ready, baby girl?”
your body shuddered under him. your hands clasped together above your head, making sure he had full view of your face— currently filled with fear.
you weren’t the most experienced with sex. with only two previous sexual partners ruining it for everyone. only fucking until they got theirs and leaving you empty handed. you thought, if this is what sex was? you wanted no parts. you wanted to feel good too, and when roman learned your wish, he made it his goal to show you.
you were in your early 20s and the man being near 40; he was so much more experienced than you knew. he’d fuck plenty of pussy before, had numerous adventures with them, even flew a few out for a good time with their homegirls.
but none met more to him right now than you.
“i—i’m nervous, ro.” you squeaked out in a small voice staring into his eyes, adorned with passion “i know it’ll feel good, but you’re just so b—“
“we’re gonna go real gentle, with you alright? you gotta stay with me. m’kay, baby girl?”
you nodded, as he rubbed his dick through your crying folds. the fat mushroomed tip rubbing against your clit. you jolt at the contact and let out a small moan. roman, by any chance wasn’t small—his long, thick, dick splitting your opening wide instantly. he grunted and continued to push; you clamped down onto him as tears prickled your eyes. luckily, he stops once he’s halfway inside, allowing you to prepare yourself for the rest of the length.
he leaned down to kiss away your tears, “lift your legs around my waist, there you go…good girl. open up for me.”
he grunted and pushed through, stretching you open bit by bit; making you gasp at each sudden movement. he wiggled his hips around, helping you get used to his size and pressing further into you. his tip inches away from bottoming out.
“look at you, baby. so fuckin’ pretty & perfect. you can take it, can’t you? my baby can take it.”
he whispered into your ear, before taking the lobe into his mouth. he began to slowly fuck into you. your pussy tightly clamping around his dick and leaking onto the bed sheets. roman could feel your pussy start to mold to his dick, almost like a blanket tightly wrapped around a body.
you let out a whine as you locked your legs around his lower back to signal him that you were ready for more. tears formed in your eyes for a different reason now.
“fuckk, ro—please, fuck me.” you whimpered out thrusting your hips to completely impale yourself onto his dick.
he let out a laugh before letting go of your hands and moving them under your ass to pull your lower body closer, “don’t hold your breath, hike your knees up a bit…push your hips towards mines.” he coached your every move, determined to make this everything you wanted.
his pace quicken, his dick pumping you full force causing your boobs to bounce. his eyes firmly planted on them, before taking one in his mouth.
he pressed his dick deeper inside you, as he felt himself twitch as you fluttered around him. your pussy was warm; it felt like heaven to be inside of. he was nearly losing his mind at the sight of your fucked out face looking at him with such satisfaction. the more he coached you through the experience, the more he wanted to see how far he could go.
you trusted him with your pleasure, a gift he’d treasure forever.
“ughn! right there, please don’t stop, roman! ohh god!” you moaned out into his ear, the sound of your toes popping sounding like firecrackers in the room
“you feel so fuckin’ good, baby. i love this pussy. i’m not stopping till you cum on it. my girl wanna cum? hm?”
unable to form another sentence, you just nodded turning your head into the pillow and feeding it your loud moans, as he roughly fucked. the bed began to hardly knock against the wall as his thrust becoming deeper and harder; the bed springs squeaking beneath you.
you slipped your hand between your bodies to rub at your clit harshly, and it only takes a few touches to have you cumming around him. your ear immediately going deaf at the force from it and your eyes rolling into your head. you squeezed his dick, causing him to growl and your loud cries to fill the room.
“let it out, sweetheart. you did so good, for me. bring your knees to your chest baby, atta girl.” you bring your legs firmly together raising them to your chest, “good girl…keep cummin’ for me, pretty girl. get it all out. that feel good?”
his hips snapped against your ass to chase his own orgasm. with a few more sharp thrust his cum shot out in thick pools into you.
“r—roman. i feel like im gonna p—“ you hiccuped as the sensation triggered you to squirt over his dick, bringing you to your 2nd orgasm of the night.
the sight was mesmerizing; his chest harshly heaving up and down, his head thrown back, and his dick plugging his cum into you making sure nothing spills out.
“you did so good, baby girl. c’mere.” he spread your legs apart leaning down to embrace you into a bear hug and rain kisses across your face
you slipped your tongue into his mouth, hoping you convey how grateful you are for him.
Hi baby! I loveee your writing! I saw you asked for ideas. Can you do inexperienced reader and Roman teaching her how to take the d?
nice & slow — r.r +millytober+
parings: roman reigns x early 20s black!reader
kink: inexperienced kink. (?)
—
warnings: p in v, unprotected sex, inexperienced ≠ virgin, crying, roman being gentle, pet names (18+ MDNI)
“you ready, baby girl?”
your body shuddered under him. your hands clasped together above your head, making sure he had full view of your face— currently filled with fear.
you weren’t the most experienced with sex. with only two previous sexual partners ruining it for everyone. only fucking until they got theirs and leaving you empty handed. you thought, if this is what sex was? you wanted no parts. you wanted to feel good too, and when roman learned your wish, he made it his goal to show you.
you were in your early 20s and the man being near 40; he was so much more experienced than you knew. he’d fuck plenty of pussy before, had numerous adventures with them, even flew a few out for a good time with their homegirls.
but none met more to him right now than you.
“i—i’m nervous, ro.” you squeaked out in a small voice staring into his eyes, adorned with passion “i know it’ll feel good, but you’re just so b—“
“we’re gonna go real gentle, with you alright? you gotta stay with me. m’kay, baby girl?”
you nodded, as he rubbed his dick through your crying folds. the fat mushroomed tip rubbing against your clit. you jolt at the contact and let out a small moan. roman, by any chance wasn’t small—his long, thick, dick splitting your opening wide instantly. he grunted and continued to push; you clamped down onto him as tears prickled your eyes. luckily, he stops once he’s halfway inside, allowing you to prepare yourself for the rest of the length.
he leaned down to kiss away your tears, “lift your legs around my waist, there you go…good girl. open up for me.”
he grunted and pushed through, stretching you open bit by bit; making you gasp at each sudden movement. he wiggled his hips around, helping you get used to his size and pressing further into you. his tip inches away from bottoming out.
“look at you, baby. so fuckin’ pretty & perfect. you can take it, can’t you? my baby can take it.”
he whispered into your ear, before taking the lobe into his mouth. he began to slowly fuck into you. your pussy tightly clamping around his dick and leaking onto the bed sheets. roman could feel your pussy start to mold to his dick, almost like a blanket tightly wrapped around a body.
you let out a whine as you locked your legs around his lower back to signal him that you were ready for more. tears formed in your eyes for a different reason now.
“fuckk, ro—please, fuck me.” you whimpered out thrusting your hips to completely impale yourself onto his dick.
he let out a laugh before letting go of your hands and moving them under your ass to pull your lower body closer, “don’t hold your breath, hike your knees up a bit…push your hips towards mines.” he coached your every move, determined to make this everything you wanted.
his pace quicken, his dick pumping you full force causing your boobs to bounce. his eyes firmly planted on them, before taking one in his mouth.
he pressed his dick deeper inside you, as he felt himself twitch as you fluttered around him. your pussy was warm; it felt like heaven to be inside of. he was nearly losing his mind at the sight of your fucked out face looking at him with such satisfaction. the more he coached you through the experience, the more he wanted to see how far he could go.
you trusted him with your pleasure, a gift he’d treasure forever.
“ughn! right there, please don’t stop, roman! ohh god!” you moaned out into his ear, the sound of your toes popping sounding like firecrackers in the room
“you feel so fuckin’ good, baby. i love this pussy. i’m not stopping till you cum on it. my girl wanna cum? hm?”
unable to form another sentence, you just nodded turning your head into the pillow and feeding it your loud moans, as he roughly fucked. the bed began to hardly knock against the wall as his thrust becoming deeper and harder; the bed springs squeaking beneath you.
you slipped your hand between your bodies to rub at your clit harshly, and it only takes a few touches to have you cumming around him. your ear immediately going deaf at the force from it and your eyes rolling into your head. you squeezed his dick, causing him to growl and your loud cries to fill the room.
“let it out, sweetheart. you did so good, for me. bring your knees to your chest baby, atta girl.” you bring your legs firmly together raising them to your chest, “good girl…keep cummin’ for me, pretty girl. get it all out. that feel good?”
his hips snapped against your ass to chase his own orgasm. with a few more sharp thrust his cum shot out in thick pools into you.
“r—roman. i feel like im gonna p—“ you hiccuped as the sensation triggered you to squirt over his dick, bringing you to your 2nd orgasm of the night.
the sight was mesmerizing; his chest harshly heaving up and down, his head thrown back, and his dick plugging his cum into you making sure nothing spills out.
“you did so good, baby girl. c’mere.” he spread your legs apart leaning down to embrace you into a bear hug and rain kisses across your face
you slipped your tongue into his mouth, hoping you convey how grateful you are for him.
You’d been Jax Teller’s old lady for almost a year and a half, and by now, the club had wrapped you into its life like one of their own. You weren’t just the President’s girl—you were his. Everyone knew that. Still, that didn’t stop the playful jabs from Juice, the shared smoke breaks with Opie, and the deep respect Chibs always showed you. But there was one member who had a little more behind his eyes.
Tig never stops with the innuendos. He flirted hard, always had. You’d roll your eyes, laugh it off, think it was just Tig being Tig. But after a rough run-in with a rival charter and one too many shots of whiskey at the clubhouse, he cornered you outside, near the row of bikes.
“You know,” he said, voice husky, “if Jax ever does somethin’ stupid and breaks your heart—I’ll be there.”
“Tig, come on—” you smiled, trying to brush him off.
“No. I mean it, doll. I’d burn this whole town down for you.”
You didn’t even get to respond before the clubhouse door swung open—and there stood your old man, staring right at the two of you.
𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗯𝘀 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅
Being with Chibs meant being protected—ferociously. He was a man of loyalty, not just to the club, but to you. He called you “mo graidh” like it was a prayer. You were his anchor.
Opie had a soft spot for you almost immediately. You were gentle with Chibs, never pushing, never judging. Opie never meant for it to become something else. But over time, the way you always asked if he’d eaten or how you never looked at him like he was broken—it started to ache.
He began leaving you little things. A music mix. An old book you mentioned. Candy you liked. He never signed any of it. Never confessed. But the guilt gnawed at him.
And one day, Chibs picked up on it. He held up a note you’d just found in your purse and asked, “Did Opie write this?”
You weren’t sure whether to lie or not.
𝗧𝗶𝗴 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅
Being with Tig was chaos—but a chaos that felt oddly like home. He was reckless and romantic, sometimes too intense, but always made you feel like the center of his storm. The club had mixed opinions on your relationship, but they knew better than to question Tig’s loyalty to you.
That didn’t stop Juice from falling—hard. The way you handled Tig’s madness, the way you always showed up at the clubhouse with food or bandages, or how you laughed like you weren’t surrounded by violence—it got to him.
Juice would watch you from afar. He’d offer to help when Tig wasn’t around, he was always polite, always quiet. But the day Tig went missing after a botched run, Juice stayed up all night with you. And when you cried into his shoulder, he whispered something he’d never admit again:
“If it was me, I’d never leave you wondering.”
𝗢𝗽𝗶𝗲 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅
You were the light Opie didn’t know he could still have. After everything he’d lost, you brought warmth back into his life. The club loved seeing him smile again. You were his steady. His healing.
Chibs knew better than to let himself feel anything. But he did. Against his better judgment, he fell for the way you looked at Opie like he hung the stars, for the way you always showed up with that damn homemade apple pie, and for your stubbornness when it came to protecting the people you loved.
He never acted on it. Never would. But once, late at night, after a few too many drinks and a fire crackling behind the clubhouse, he looked over at you, laughing on Opie’s lap, and muttered under his breath:
“Lucky bastard…”
You heard him, but you weren’t sure if you were supposed to.
𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅
Being with Happy Lowman wasn’t for the faint of heart. But he never once made you feel unsafe. If anything, you’d never felt more protected. He was surprisingly attentive. Loving. But possessive? God, yes.
Nobody crossed you.
Except maybe Jax.
Jax Teller always had charm to spare. And he wasn’t doing anything wrong, per se. But the compliments were a little too sweet. The looks, a little too warm. He laughed a little too easily when you were around.
You mentioned it once, joking. “Your prez’s got a little soft spot for me.”
Happy’s response was immediate. “One more look like that… and he loses an eye.”
You weren’t sure if he was joking. You hoped he was.
But the next day, Jax wouldn’t meet your eyes.
𝗝𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗲 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅
Loving Juice was like learning a new language—gentle, tentative, full of small, sweet gestures. You were patient with him. The club was shocked at how well you fit into Juice’s quiet little world. But you fit.
Happy never said much, but he watched everything. He admired you silently—how soft you were with Juice, how fiercely you defended him when others made jokes. You fascinated him. You made him feel, and he hated it.
It came to a boiling point during a run. You were loading a truck, Juice busy on a call, when Happy walked up behind you and muttered, “You ever get tired of soft? I’ll show you how real love feels.”
You turned, startled. But his eyes didn’t blink. They just stared—dark, serious, full of things you didn’t want to see.
You’d been Jax Teller’s old lady for almost a year and a half, and by now, the club had wrapped you into its life like one of their own. You weren’t just the President’s girl—you were his. Everyone knew that. Still, that didn’t stop the playful jabs from Juice, the shared smoke breaks with Opie, and the deep respect Chibs always showed you. But there was one member who had a little more behind his eyes.
Tig never stops with the innuendos. He flirted hard, always had. You’d roll your eyes, laugh it off, think it was just Tig being Tig. But after a rough run-in with a rival charter and one too many shots of whiskey at the clubhouse, he cornered you outside, near the row of bikes.
“You know,” he said, voice husky, “if Jax ever does somethin’ stupid and breaks your heart—I’ll be there.”
“Tig, come on—” you smiled, trying to brush him off.
“No. I mean it, doll. I’d burn this whole town down for you.”
You didn’t even get to respond before the clubhouse door swung open—and there stood your old man, staring right at the two of you.
𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗯𝘀 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅
Being with Chibs meant being protected—ferociously. He was a man of loyalty, not just to the club, but to you. He called you “mo graidh” like it was a prayer. You were his anchor.
Opie had a soft spot for you almost immediately. You were gentle with Chibs, never pushing, never judging. Opie never meant for it to become something else. But over time, the way you always asked if he’d eaten or how you never looked at him like he was broken—it started to ache.
He began leaving you little things. A music mix. An old book you mentioned. Candy you liked. He never signed any of it. Never confessed. But the guilt gnawed at him.
And one day, Chibs picked up on it. He held up a note you’d just found in your purse and asked, “Did Opie write this?”
You weren’t sure whether to lie or not.
𝗧𝗶𝗴 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅
Being with Tig was chaos—but a chaos that felt oddly like home. He was reckless and romantic, sometimes too intense, but always made you feel like the center of his storm. The club had mixed opinions on your relationship, but they knew better than to question Tig’s loyalty to you.
That didn’t stop Juice from falling—hard. The way you handled Tig’s madness, the way you always showed up at the clubhouse with food or bandages, or how you laughed like you weren’t surrounded by violence—it got to him.
Juice would watch you from afar. He’d offer to help when Tig wasn’t around, he was always polite, always quiet. But the day Tig went missing after a botched run, Juice stayed up all night with you. And when you cried into his shoulder, he whispered something he’d never admit again:
“If it was me, I’d never leave you wondering.”
𝗢𝗽𝗶𝗲 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅
You were the light Opie didn’t know he could still have. After everything he’d lost, you brought warmth back into his life. The club loved seeing him smile again. You were his steady. His healing.
Chibs knew better than to let himself feel anything. But he did. Against his better judgment, he fell for the way you looked at Opie like he hung the stars, for the way you always showed up with that damn homemade apple pie, and for your stubbornness when it came to protecting the people you loved.
He never acted on it. Never would. But once, late at night, after a few too many drinks and a fire crackling behind the clubhouse, he looked over at you, laughing on Opie’s lap, and muttered under his breath:
“Lucky bastard…”
You heard him, but you weren’t sure if you were supposed to.
𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅
Being with Happy Lowman wasn’t for the faint of heart. But he never once made you feel unsafe. If anything, you’d never felt more protected. He was surprisingly attentive. Loving. But possessive? God, yes.
Nobody crossed you.
Except maybe Jax.
Jax Teller always had charm to spare. And he wasn’t doing anything wrong, per se. But the compliments were a little too sweet. The looks, a little too warm. He laughed a little too easily when you were around.
You mentioned it once, joking. “Your prez’s got a little soft spot for me.”
Happy’s response was immediate. “One more look like that… and he loses an eye.”
You weren’t sure if he was joking. You hoped he was.
But the next day, Jax wouldn’t meet your eyes.
𝗝𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗲 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅
Loving Juice was like learning a new language—gentle, tentative, full of small, sweet gestures. You were patient with him. The club was shocked at how well you fit into Juice’s quiet little world. But you fit.
Happy never said much, but he watched everything. He admired you silently—how soft you were with Juice, how fiercely you defended him when others made jokes. You fascinated him. You made him feel, and he hated it.
It came to a boiling point during a run. You were loading a truck, Juice busy on a call, when Happy walked up behind you and muttered, “You ever get tired of soft? I’ll show you how real love feels.”
You turned, startled. But his eyes didn’t blink. They just stared—dark, serious, full of things you didn’t want to see.
[ROUGH SMUT] - feel free to request different prompt styles. You know me, I’m always down🤭
Explicit language | Rough as fuck | Minors do not interact | Some use of y/n | Of course I’m writing these with Jax Teller in mind, but they can be used for any of our men! | Tag me if you write anything with these prompts, so I can read too🫶🏽
1. “y/n fuck… you gotta stop doing that darlin”
2. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you”
3. “Didn’t I fuck the attitude outta you already?”
4. “You’re gonna let me fuck you now? Covered in another man’s blood like a fuckin’ animal?”
5. “Fuuuuck, look at the mess you made baby”
6. “Shut up. Take it. Be good!”
7. “You gonna let me fuck you with my Kutte still on?”
8. “You think I won’t dick you down right here? In front of all these guys”
9. “Just say it y/n…you don’t have to mean it, I just wanna hear you fuckin’ say it!”
10. “You’re not even allowed to sit at this table…let alone get fucked on it”
11. “When you’re on the back of my bike? You’re fuckin’ crazy!”
12. “Open your mouth for me baby”
13. “The way my bike vibrates between your thighs, you get off on that don’t you? I fuckin’ knew it”
14. “Do somethin’ else to try and make me jealous darlin’ I dare you”
15. “Oh fuck…yeah just like that…cum for me baby girl…let me hear you say my name…good fucking girl.”
16. “Get in there. NOW!”
17.“Spread out across the Reaper like a fuckin’ offering. You look so good like this, baby.”
18. “You let me fuck you with his blood still drying on my skin. Shit y/n you’re as fucked up as I am”
19. “Take your punishment like an old lady should”
20. “Yeah, that’s right. Cry a little. Make it messy for me”
The Sons of Anarchy characters as popular romance tropes.
♡ Jax Teller — Soulmates/Second Chances
Jax is the one who got away, the man you loved with every fiber of your being when you were both too young and too reckless to make it work. Back then, your relationship was a wildfire—passionate, all-consuming, and chaotic. You’d spend nights riding on the back of his bike, arms wrapped around his waist, feeling like the world couldn’t touch you. But the club, his family, and the weight of his destiny pulled you apart. It was right person, wrong time, and when it ended, it shattered you. Years later, after you’d both lived separate lives, you cross paths again—maybe at a gas station on the outskirts of Charming or at a bar where you didn’t expect to see him leaning against the counter, that same damn smirk on his face. The second your eyes meet, it’s like no time has passed. He’s rougher now, hardened by loss and violence, but the way he looks at you still makes your heart stutter. Jax doesn’t hesitate—he walks right up, cups your face, and kisses you like he’s been starving for it. From there, it’s a slow burn of rediscovery. You help him heal from the guilt and pain he carries while he reminds you what it feels like to be truly alive. The club life keeps trying to pull him away, but this time, he fights for you. You’re his soulmate, and no amount of blood or time can change that. It just took a second chance to prove it.
♡ Opie Winston — Childhood Sweethearts
Opie’s been in your life since you were kids, growing up in Charming together. You remember him as the lanky boy who’d share his snacks with you at recess and scare off anyone who messed with you. He was your first crush, your first dance at a school event, the one who taught you how to climb trees without falling. Life pulled you apart—his marriage, the club, your own path—but you never stopped thinking about him. When you come back to Charming after years away, he’s a widower, hardened by loss, but those familiar hazel eyes still light up when he sees you. You fall into old habits: late-night talks on his porch, fixing up his truck together, laughing about the dumb things you did as kids. The shift happens slowly—his hand brushing yours, a hug that lasts too long—and suddenly, you’re not just friends anymore. He’s hesitant, scared to love again, but with you, it feels like coming home. You’re his second chance at happiness, and he holds onto you like you’re the only thing keeping him steady.
♡ Happy Lowman — Opposites Attract
Happy’s the last guy anyone would picture with you. He’s the club’s enforcer. Silent, intense, with a body count that’d make most people run. You’re the sunshine to his storm, maybe a nurse who patched him up once or a florist who accidentally delivered flowers to the clubhouse. At first, he terrifies you, all grunts and tattoos, but then he keeps showing up—fixing your leaky sink, glaring at the creep who won’t leave you alone at the bar. You’re soft where he’s rough, chatty where he’s quiet, and yet it works. He’s drawn to your warmth, your refusal to flinch when he tells you about his darker side. You tease him until he cracks a rare smile, and he starts bringing you little things—a bullet casing he turned into a keychain, a cactus because “it’s tough like me.” You balance each other: you soften his edges, and he keeps you grounded. No one gets it, but when he pulls you close after a long day, it’s clear you’re his exception, the one person he’d kill—or die—for.
♡ Tig Trager — Forbidden Love
Tig’s wild, unpredictable, and totally off-limits. Maybe you’re a cop’s daughter, or worse, related to someone in a rival MC. The first time you meet, it’s electric. He’s all dark humor and suggestive grins, and you’re trying not to fall for it. You know getting involved with him is a bad idea; your family would flip, and the club would never approve. But Tig doesn’t care about rules. He sneaks you away for midnight rides, leaves flirty notes under your windshield wiper, and kisses you like he’s daring the world to stop him. The tension builds—stolen glances at club parties, secret meetups in abandoned lots until you can’t deny it anymore. He’s a mess of contradictions: loyal to the club but willing to risk it all for you, crude one minute and tender the next. You’re caught between worlds, but when he tells you he’d burn it all down to keep you safe, you believe him. It’s dangerous, messy, and undeniably addictive.
♡ Chibs Telford — Older Man/Younger Woman
Chibs is older, wiser, and carries the weight of a lifetime of scars—both literal and emotional. You’re newer to Charming, maybe a mechanic’s apprentice or a waitress at the diner, full of energy and sass that catches his eye. He calls you “lass” with that gravelly Scottish accent, teasing you about your “young folk ways,” but there’s a spark there he can’t ignore. You’re drawn to his quiet strength, the way he commands respect without raising his voice, and how he listens when you ramble about your day. At first, he resists, thinks he’s too old, too broken for someone like you but you wear him down with your persistence, sneaking into his orbit until he’s making excuses to see you. He takes you on long rides and shares stories of his past over whiskey, and soon, you’re the one patching him up after a fight, your hands steady against his battered skin. You bring light to his world, and he grounds you with a love that’s steady, fierce, and unshakable.
♡ Juice Ortiz — Fake Dating
Juice is your best friend in the club, the sweet, tech-savvy guy who’s always got your back. When your ex won’t leave you alone, or your family keeps bugging you about settling down, you rope Juice into pretending to be your boyfriend. He’s all in, goofy grin and all, showing up with flowers and holding your hand at the clubhouse like it’s real. You figure it’ll be easy—he’s adorable and easygoing, and you already spend all your time together fixing bikes or playing video games. But then it gets complicated: his arm around your waist feels too natural, and the way he looks at you when you laugh stops being an act. You’re sharing a bed one night after a club party, too drunk to care about boundaries and wake up tangled together. He’s shy about it, stammering apologies, but you pull him back, admitting you don’t want it to be fake anymore. Juice lights up, and suddenly, he’s kissing you like he’s been waiting forever. The club teases him mercilessly, but he doesn’t care—you’re his girl now, for real.
The Sons of Anarchy characters as popular romance tropes.
♡ Jax Teller — Soulmates/Second Chances
Jax is the one who got away, the man you loved with every fiber of your being when you were both too young and too reckless to make it work. Back then, your relationship was a wildfire—passionate, all-consuming, and chaotic. You’d spend nights riding on the back of his bike, arms wrapped around his waist, feeling like the world couldn’t touch you. But the club, his family, and the weight of his destiny pulled you apart. It was right person, wrong time, and when it ended, it shattered you. Years later, after you’d both lived separate lives, you cross paths again—maybe at a gas station on the outskirts of Charming or at a bar where you didn’t expect to see him leaning against the counter, that same damn smirk on his face. The second your eyes meet, it’s like no time has passed. He’s rougher now, hardened by loss and violence, but the way he looks at you still makes your heart stutter. Jax doesn’t hesitate—he walks right up, cups your face, and kisses you like he’s been starving for it. From there, it’s a slow burn of rediscovery. You help him heal from the guilt and pain he carries while he reminds you what it feels like to be truly alive. The club life keeps trying to pull him away, but this time, he fights for you. You’re his soulmate, and no amount of blood or time can change that. It just took a second chance to prove it.
♡ Opie Winston — Childhood Sweethearts
Opie’s been in your life since you were kids, growing up in Charming together. You remember him as the lanky boy who’d share his snacks with you at recess and scare off anyone who messed with you. He was your first crush, your first dance at a school event, the one who taught you how to climb trees without falling. Life pulled you apart—his marriage, the club, your own path—but you never stopped thinking about him. When you come back to Charming after years away, he’s a widower, hardened by loss, but those familiar hazel eyes still light up when he sees you. You fall into old habits: late-night talks on his porch, fixing up his truck together, laughing about the dumb things you did as kids. The shift happens slowly—his hand brushing yours, a hug that lasts too long—and suddenly, you’re not just friends anymore. He’s hesitant, scared to love again, but with you, it feels like coming home. You’re his second chance at happiness, and he holds onto you like you’re the only thing keeping him steady.
♡ Happy Lowman — Opposites Attract
Happy’s the last guy anyone would picture with you. He’s the club’s enforcer. Silent, intense, with a body count that’d make most people run. You’re the sunshine to his storm, maybe a nurse who patched him up once or a florist who accidentally delivered flowers to the clubhouse. At first, he terrifies you, all grunts and tattoos, but then he keeps showing up—fixing your leaky sink, glaring at the creep who won’t leave you alone at the bar. You’re soft where he’s rough, chatty where he’s quiet, and yet it works. He’s drawn to your warmth, your refusal to flinch when he tells you about his darker side. You tease him until he cracks a rare smile, and he starts bringing you little things—a bullet casing he turned into a keychain, a cactus because “it’s tough like me.” You balance each other: you soften his edges, and he keeps you grounded. No one gets it, but when he pulls you close after a long day, it’s clear you’re his exception, the one person he’d kill—or die—for.
♡ Tig Trager — Forbidden Love
Tig’s wild, unpredictable, and totally off-limits. Maybe you’re a cop’s daughter, or worse, related to someone in a rival MC. The first time you meet, it’s electric. He’s all dark humor and suggestive grins, and you’re trying not to fall for it. You know getting involved with him is a bad idea; your family would flip, and the club would never approve. But Tig doesn’t care about rules. He sneaks you away for midnight rides, leaves flirty notes under your windshield wiper, and kisses you like he’s daring the world to stop him. The tension builds—stolen glances at club parties, secret meetups in abandoned lots until you can’t deny it anymore. He’s a mess of contradictions: loyal to the club but willing to risk it all for you, crude one minute and tender the next. You’re caught between worlds, but when he tells you he’d burn it all down to keep you safe, you believe him. It’s dangerous, messy, and undeniably addictive.
♡ Chibs Telford — Older Man/Younger Woman
Chibs is older, wiser, and carries the weight of a lifetime of scars—both literal and emotional. You’re newer to Charming, maybe a mechanic’s apprentice or a waitress at the diner, full of energy and sass that catches his eye. He calls you “lass” with that gravelly Scottish accent, teasing you about your “young folk ways,” but there’s a spark there he can’t ignore. You’re drawn to his quiet strength, the way he commands respect without raising his voice, and how he listens when you ramble about your day. At first, he resists, thinks he’s too old, too broken for someone like you but you wear him down with your persistence, sneaking into his orbit until he’s making excuses to see you. He takes you on long rides and shares stories of his past over whiskey, and soon, you’re the one patching him up after a fight, your hands steady against his battered skin. You bring light to his world, and he grounds you with a love that’s steady, fierce, and unshakable.
♡ Juice Ortiz — Fake Dating
Juice is your best friend in the club, the sweet, tech-savvy guy who’s always got your back. When your ex won’t leave you alone, or your family keeps bugging you about settling down, you rope Juice into pretending to be your boyfriend. He’s all in, goofy grin and all, showing up with flowers and holding your hand at the clubhouse like it’s real. You figure it’ll be easy—he’s adorable and easygoing, and you already spend all your time together fixing bikes or playing video games. But then it gets complicated: his arm around your waist feels too natural, and the way he looks at you when you laugh stops being an act. You’re sharing a bed one night after a club party, too drunk to care about boundaries and wake up tangled together. He’s shy about it, stammering apologies, but you pull him back, admitting you don’t want it to be fake anymore. Juice lights up, and suddenly, he’s kissing you like he’s been waiting forever. The club teases him mercilessly, but he doesn’t care—you’re his girl now, for real.
No, but like, imagine Opie taking you to one of his favorite places in Charming, somewhere on the outskirts of town. Where you and he can just relax, talk... and you're the only person he's brought to this place because it's been his only refuge since Donna died--until you showed up that is.
“Hey Bro.” Y/n greeted Jax with a smile as she approached her brother.
“Hey sis. What’re you doing here?” Jax smiled, whipping his hands of a rag to get the oil off.
“I brought you lunch.” Y/n raises the fast food bag.
“Well thanks y/n/n.” Jax pulled her into a hug.
“No problem.” She hugged him back before noticing her brother's best friend and Y/n smiled and waved. “Hey Opie.”
Opie dropped the tools currently in his hands, before he stuttered out. “Uh, Hey Y/n.”
“Well I should go see mom. If she finds out I was here and didn't pop in and say hi she’d be pissed.” Y/n rolled her eyes playfully even if they knew it was true.
Later at the clubhouse that night Jax decided he wanted to talk to Opie about his behavior earlier that day that he had noticed.
“Ope, you doing good?” Jax asked, noticing his distant look as he sat at the bar.
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” Opie shake’s himself out of his thoughts.
“Ope you can talk to me, you know that.” Jax nudged him.
“I don’t think I can. Not about this.” Opie shake’s his head.
“Is it about Y/n?” Jax brings up what he has thought was on his brother's mind.
“What?” Opie looked at him shocked and slightly nervous.
“Is it about Y/n? You were jumpy around her earlier today. And to think about it a lot actually.” Jax asked again before explaining why he believed it’s about his sister.
Opie knew he couldn’t keep it a secret forever so he might as well tell him. “I like her. Like more than a friend. I’m sorry Brother.”
“Opie. It’s okay. I’m not mad.” Jax tells him interrupting his beanie wearing friend from apologizing.
“You're not?” Opie raised an eyebrow in confusion.
“No, I’m not. You wanna know why?” He smiled at Opie which kinda makes Opie nervous and confused so Jax continued. “Because I trust you. I trust you not to hurt her. So if you want my permission to date my sister you have it.”
“Thanks brother.” Opie smiled at the blonde relieved.
“Just don’t hurt her. Or we’ll have problems.” Jax tells him, patting him on the back.
for your event could i get some soft sex with opie and this prompt
"Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me."
˚୨୧⋆｡ — title; soft, sweet, sensual (opie winston x fem!reader)
˚୨୧⋆｡ — prompt/s; “don’t close your eyes, baby. look at me” — from "𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩…" 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨
˚୨୧⋆｡ — warnings; established relationship, smut, minors do not interact!!!, p in v, unprotected sex and creampie, that’s it (481 words)
˚୨୧⋆｡ — a/n; i love and miss opie so much☹️
— last day for submissions // louie's 1k sleepover
you knew Opie was struggling to let people in again, but with you it felt simple. so when your relationship blossomed and moved from just being friends, he knew he wanted to be gentle with you always.
he’d come home to you after a club run, kissing you softly as he walked you backwards to your room.
when he’d gotten you naked, his eyes were soft and appreciative as they raked across your body.
“Opie”
you murmured, his eyes flicking back up to your face and seeing the pout on your lips. he nodded, wasting no time as he got you down onto the bed before settled between your legs.
he caught your lips in a kiss, soft and loving while your arms went around his neck. he glanced between your bodies, taking hold of his cock and stroking himself a couple of times before nudging himself at your entrance.
slowly, he pushed into you. your moans muffled against his lips as he pushed the rest of the way in, his hips stilled to give you time to breathe.
“ready baby”
you whispered, nodding as he looked to you in questioning before he kissed you again.
he pulled out halfway, before pushing all the way in again. he started a steady pace, his eyes staying on your face as you moaned.
each roll of his hips stayed soft, but the pleasure was building up with each thrust he gave.
as the pleasure intensified, your moans turned slightly whinier and your thighs squeezed around his hips. your arms untangled from around his neck and covered your face, which Opie didn’t like.
his thrusts slowed, his hands pulling yours away from your face.
“don’t close your eyes, baby. look at me”
he murmured as he got your hands away from your face, his arms on either side of your head as he continued to thrust his hips again.
Opie leaned in, nipping across your jaw until he caught your lips in another kiss.
“that’s better, pretty girl”
he cooed, pulling another moan from your lips as his cock hit that one spot over and over again.
his thrusts sent you spiralling towards the edge, your back arching up into him as he continued to roll his hips.
“Opie! close baby”
you told, the coil winding impossibly tighter in your belly. he groaned, nodding softly as he kept his pace steady.
his hips rolled a couple more times until you careened over the edge, a loud moan falling from your lips as your walls spasmed around him.
the feeling made him groan, dropping his head to your shoulder as he toppled over the edge with you.
he spilled himself inside, keeping his hips flush against yours as you both came down from your highs.
you tilted your head to meet his lips in another kiss before whispering out to him.
for your event could i get some soft sex with opie and this prompt
"Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me."
˚୨୧⋆｡ — title; soft, sweet, sensual (opie winston x fem!reader)
˚୨୧⋆｡ — prompt/s; “don’t close your eyes, baby. look at me” — from "𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩…" 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨
˚୨୧⋆｡ — warnings; established relationship, smut, minors do not interact!!!, p in v, unprotected sex and creampie, that’s it (481 words)
˚୨୧⋆｡ — a/n; i love and miss opie so much☹️
— last day for submissions // louie's 1k sleepover
you knew Opie was struggling to let people in again, but with you it felt simple. so when your relationship blossomed and moved from just being friends, he knew he wanted to be gentle with you always.
he’d come home to you after a club run, kissing you softly as he walked you backwards to your room.
when he’d gotten you naked, his eyes were soft and appreciative as they raked across your body.
“Opie”
you murmured, his eyes flicking back up to your face and seeing the pout on your lips. he nodded, wasting no time as he got you down onto the bed before settled between your legs.
he caught your lips in a kiss, soft and loving while your arms went around his neck. he glanced between your bodies, taking hold of his cock and stroking himself a couple of times before nudging himself at your entrance.
slowly, he pushed into you. your moans muffled against his lips as he pushed the rest of the way in, his hips stilled to give you time to breathe.
“ready baby”
you whispered, nodding as he looked to you in questioning before he kissed you again.
he pulled out halfway, before pushing all the way in again. he started a steady pace, his eyes staying on your face as you moaned.
each roll of his hips stayed soft, but the pleasure was building up with each thrust he gave.
as the pleasure intensified, your moans turned slightly whinier and your thighs squeezed around his hips. your arms untangled from around his neck and covered your face, which Opie didn’t like.
his thrusts slowed, his hands pulling yours away from your face.
“don’t close your eyes, baby. look at me”
he murmured as he got your hands away from your face, his arms on either side of your head as he continued to thrust his hips again.
Opie leaned in, nipping across your jaw until he caught your lips in another kiss.
“that’s better, pretty girl”
he cooed, pulling another moan from your lips as his cock hit that one spot over and over again.
his thrusts sent you spiralling towards the edge, your back arching up into him as he continued to roll his hips.
“Opie! close baby”
you told, the coil winding impossibly tighter in your belly. he groaned, nodding softly as he kept his pace steady.
his hips rolled a couple more times until you careened over the edge, a loud moan falling from your lips as your walls spasmed around him.
the feeling made him groan, dropping his head to your shoulder as he toppled over the edge with you.
he spilled himself inside, keeping his hips flush against yours as you both came down from your highs.
you tilted your head to meet his lips in another kiss before whispering out to him.
Jax wakes up immediately when he hears you cry out, his protective instincts kicking in. He gently shakes you awake, his voice soft but firm. “Hey, babe, it’s just a dream. I’ve got you.”
He pulls you into his arms, tucking your head against his chest as he strokes your hair. He whispers reassurances, letting you hear his steady heartbeat to calm you.
If you’re still shaky, he’ll sit up with you, lighting a cigarette and holding your hand while he talks about anything to distract you from the nightmare. His presence is warm and grounding, and he won’t leave your side until you fall asleep again.
𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗯𝘀 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅
Chibs reacts calmly, and his experience with danger helps him keep a level head. When he wakes to your cries, he softly calls your name, cupping your face in his hands. “It’s alright, lass. I’m here. Whatever it was, it’s gone now.”
He kisses your forehead and wraps you in a snug embrace, rocking you slightly to soothe your nerves. His Scottish brogue is a constant comfort as he murmurs sweet nothings and cracks a gentle joke to lighten the mood.
If you want to talk about the dream, he listens intently, offering his wisdom and reassurance.
𝗧𝗶𝗴 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅
Tig wakes up startled, his eyes darting around the room like he’s expecting a threat. Once he realizes it’s just a nightmare, he turns all his attention to you. “Damn, doll, you scared the hell outta me. Come here.”
He pulls you close, wrapping you up in his arms. He might tease you a little to make you laugh, but it’s always affectionate. “What’s this nightmare got on my crazy ass, huh?” His voice softens as he kisses your temple and strokes your back, humming a tune or telling you one of his wild stories to distract you.
He stays awake as long as you need him to, rubbing your back until you feel safe enough to fall asleep again.
𝗢𝗽𝗶𝗲 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅
Opie’s a light sleeper, so he’s already awake the moment you stir. When he hears you crying or screaming, he gently shakes your shoulder, his deep voice soothing. Hey, I’m right here. You’re safe.”
He holds you close, his large hands stroking your back as he lets you cry into his chest if you need to. He doesn’t push you to talk but lets you know he’s ready to listen if you want to share.
His presence is solid and steady, like a rock in a storm. He might hum a soft tune or tell you about a memory that makes him smile just to pull you out of the dark headspace. He won’t let go of you until you’re peacefully asleep again.
𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅
Happy wakes up instantly, his instincts on high alert, his hand reaching for a weapon when he realizes you’re having a nightmare; he doesn’t say much at first, just gently shaking you awake and pulling you into his chest.
“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” He holds you close, his hands running soothing patterns along your back. His silence is comforting, letting his steady presence speak louder than words.
If you’re still trembling, he’ll sit up with you and offer to make you a drink or wrap you in his hoodie to make you feel safe. He doesn’t push for details, but he’ll reassure you as many times as you need.
𝗝𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗲 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅
Juice wakes up in a panic when he hears you screaming, fumbling to turn on the light. “Babe! Are you okay? What happened?”
Once he realizes it was a nightmare, he calms down and pulls you into his lap, cradling you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. He strokes your hair and kisses the top of your head, his voice soft and full of concern. “Whatever it was, it’s gone. Won’t let anything hurt you.”
Juice will stay up with you, offering to watch something funny or play soft music to distract you. He’s incredibly attentive, making sure you feel loved and safe until you can drift off again.
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