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Masterlist

Series

Originally posted by tatsuo29

History

Im With You: Part One  Part Two

Stood Up: Part One  Part Two  Part Three

Neighbours: Part One Part Two Part Three  Part Four  Part  Five  Part Six  

 Part Seven  Part Eight

The Lost Girls: Part One        Part Two

Happy Imagines

Originally posted by assbutt-trumpet

Wrong Number  Wrong Number Part Two (smut) Wrong Number Part Three

Its Your Love

I Don’t Love You

I Don’t Love You Part Two

Comfort

Without Him

Movie Night

Counting Sheep

God Loves Her

Will You..?    Will You..? Part Two

Girlfriend

Crystal  Crystal Part Two

Whore (smut)

Your Call

Connect Call  Part Two  Part Three 

The Wrong Girl

Come And See Me

Why Don’t You Do Right

Not Your Babe

Juice Imagines

Originally posted by lonely-my-middle-name

Stranded

I need you

Poison

Shower Time (smut)

Lets Go (smut)

Wicked Games  Wicked Games Part Two  Wicked Games Part Three

Welcome Home (smut)

Jealous 

Lockdown Part Two Part Three

The Garage (smut)

The dress (smut)

Piece by Piece

Sandcastles

Double Trouble

Someone Nice

What Happens in Vegas

Tig Imagines

Originally posted by sunshinebby-5508

Deception

Deception Part Two

Guard  Guard Part Two 

Chibs Imagines

Originally posted by damagefuckingplan

As Long As You Love Me (smut)

Sweet Child O’ Mine   Part Two  Part Three

You Shook Me All Night Long

Jax Imagines

Originally posted by some-kind-of-monster

Sorry  Sorry Part Two 

Shorty

Inside Out

You + Me    Part Two     Part Three

Kozik Imagines

Originally posted by assbutt-trumpet

Pray You Catch Me  

No Scrubs

Opie Imagines

Originally posted by downwiththemachine

Just Friends

2

*** Day 1 ✨ I hope you guys like it💕***

~Contains Sexual content~

With one more swipe of blush across your cheek, you smiled at your reflection in the mirror. Your hair was loose and messily tousled, Tiggy’s favorite. The makeup was minimal because you wanted the focus to be on the new lingerie you’d purchased for him tonight. Nothing too provocative, in fact it was rather tame which was something you’d learned turned Tig on more than see through lace. Even though he knew your body like the back of your hand, it always made him just that little bit harder when he had to wait to see it. When he had to unwrap you like a gorgeous little present.

The pink Babydoll was satin, stopping mid-thigh with a little lace trimming at the hem. The pink and white thigh highs you wore had tiny bows on the front, the same bow that was on the matching pair of panties, sitting right on the curve of your ass. You looked sexy yet innocent at the same time and you knew that Tig would be practically drooling the moment he set eyes on you. It was safe to say that your confidence was through the roof in your new outfit and you couldn’t wait for your Old Man to get home. There were plenty of ways that Tig loved to see you but he had two favorites that never failed to make him give in and take control over you.

Seeing you in baby pink and seeing you be completely and utterly submitted to him.

Tonight you were going to give him both.

Closing the blush compact, you take a glance at the clock which reads 6:50. Tig should be home from any minute. You’d called him on his lunch break, telling him to come straight home when he got off work for his “surprise”. Of course, he’d wanted to rush home right then but you’d told him no.

“You have to wait until tonight, Daddy.”

As soon as the words had left your mouth, he’d agreed, knowing what type of night it was going to be.

He usually made it home by 7 but the sound of his bike pulling into the driveway with 5 minutes to spare had a grin coming to your face. You quickly went and sat in the center of the bed with your legs crossed, pulling your babydoll to lay spread across your thighs. You could hear him calling you from down stairs as soon as he walked into the house but you stayed in your place. He’d find you.

It didn’t take him long to get to the bedroom, swinging the door open slowly. His eyes glossed over the moment he saw you sitting there, pretty in pink and looking like an angel.

“Hi Daddy.”

He smiled and walked further into the room, his eyes raking over your form.

“Hi babygirl.”

Your eyes squinted as you smiled back, untucking your legs from their folded position and spreading them out straight in front of you.

“Look at my new socks.”

His smile slowly faded as he caught sight of the white thigh highs, his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Yeah baby, they’re beautiful. Why don’t you stand up, give a spin for Daddy.”

You nodded obediently, standing from the bed and grasping the sides of your nighty before giving a slow twirl.

“I hope you like it.”

“Oh I do baby.”

He briskly walked up to you, grasping your face in both of his hands and pressing his lips to yours. He kissed you hungrily for a couple seconds before he grabbed you gently by the waist, walking you back to the bed until you fell backwards. He wasted no time in climbing on top of you, his hands sliding down the front of your body over the satin of your lingerie.

“You look so pretty in this babygirl. You know how much I love you in pink.”

You nodded and smiled, stretching your arms up above his head.

“I know Daddy. That’s why I bought it.”

Tig leaned down to kiss the base of your throat, a whine coming from you as you leaned your head back, giving him as much access as he wanted. The gesture didn’t go unappreciated as his hand snaked up, grasping your neck in his hand. He didn’t squeeze, didn’t even press down. He simply held it there, keeping you where he wanted you and making sure you knew who was in charge. As if you could forget.

With his knees on either side of your hips, kneeling and towering above you, he reached down with one hand to cup you between your legs.

“Who does this belong to?”

You couldn’t hold back your moan, his dominance beginning to poke through.

“It’s yours Daddy.”

“Who else’s?”

“No one else Daddy. Just you. I’m all yours.”

His eyes twinkled at your submission and he gripped you a little more firmly.

“Good girl.”

He didn’t waste any time after that, slipping his finger into the crotch of your panties and pulling them to the side, loving the little gasp you let out at the cool at hitting your skin.

“As much as I love these panties baby, why don’t we get them off.”

You laid there as he hooked his fingers into the band at your hips and slid them down your legs slowly. When you reached for your thigh highs though, you earned a swift slap to your hand.

“Nuh uh, we’re leaving those on tonight.”

With your panties gone, Tig reached for his belt and began to open it up, undoing his pants.

“Spread those legs for me babygirl. Let Daddy see you.”

You nodded and brought your hand up, biting the tip of your finger as you opened your legs, exposing yourself to those hungry blue eyes. Tig let out a quiet shuddering breath as he took in the sight, lovingly running his finger down your lips and showering you in compliments the way he always did.

“Such a pretty little pussy, all wet and ready for me. You always look so beautiful when you’re all spread out for me like this. I missed by baby so much today.”

You purred and reveled in his compliments, leaving your body on display for him to do with what he wished. You watched him as he undressed but stopped him when he went to remove his kutte.

“Leave it on. Please.”

He grinned and removed his hands from the leather, leaning down until his nose was touching yours.

“Such a bad girl, getting all wet for a big bad biker.”

You said nothing, just smiled bashfully and tucked your head into the crook of his neck, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder before laying back down.

“I can’t help it.”

“I know you can’t baby. And I love you for it.”

He leaned down and kissed you roughly, all tongue as his beard softly scraped against your chin and cheeks. You let out a gasp as he suddenly but slowly slid into you, not stopping until he was buried all the way within your heat.

“God, you always feel so good.”

Your soft, breathless giggle was music to his ears and he pulled back slowly, almost pulling out of you before pushing back in all the way, his hips resting against yours as you whimpered. The slow pace was killing you and you gently bucked your hips at him, urging him to go faster.

“Use your words baby. What do you want?”

Grumbling and rolling your eyes, you were about to sass him but the spank to your thigh shut you up.

“Lose the attitude and tell me what you want before I stop and put you to bed without coming.”

His eyes were fierce as he looked down at you and you shyly sunk deeper into the mattress.

“I’m sorry Daddy. I just want it faster.”

He nodded but his face was still stoic and you jutted your bottom lip out a bit, knowing he could never resist that. You ran a finger down his chest and batted your eyelashes up at him.

“Please Daddy?”

“Good girl.”

Your praise was short lived as he pulled back and grabbed your stocking clad legs, propping them up on his shoulders before he leaned back down and slammed into you, his hips snapping much more quickly and roughly than before. Your mouth fell open as your whines turned into low moans, the new position leaving you with no other option than to take whatever he gave you.

And you had no complaints.

Longing for Lowman

“can I get #28 and #86 with Mr. Happy Lowman 😊😊”

#28 - “Stop distracting me!“

#86 - ”Why are you walking around naked?“

“Babe?” You call, watching Happy on the couch, some tattoo show on the TV in front of him. He ignores you, as you expected, as that’s what he’d been doing for the past twenty minutes.

You wanted to spend some ‘quality’ time with him, and for once, he wasn’t interested, too engrossed in whatever he was watching.

You pouted from the kitchen table, your thighs twitching as you sit bored and horny. You get up, deciding to take a more direct approach. Taking a seat next to him, you sit sideways, watching him and waiting for him to turn to you. Nothing.

“Happy…” You try to sound seductive, your finger tips sliding up and down his arm, your breath hot on his ear as you teasingly nibble the lobe, knowing it’s one of his favourite things.

To your surprise, he shrugs you off, embarrassment overcoming you at his rejection. “Stop distracting me.”

He pretty much growls at you, his interest absolutely glued to the television. You sigh dramatically in frustration, pulling yourself up from the couch and making your way to the bedroom. You turn back, thinking that maybe your boyfriend would give a shit. Nope. Nothing.

You storm away childishly, feeling like a fool for being so immature and annoyed. As you sit on the edge of the bed, an idea comes to mind. Smirking wickedly, you get up, pulling open your drawer and searching for what you need.

You hastily pull off your tshirt and loose bottoms, replacing them with a pair of light pink booty shorts and a pair of knee high white socks, knowing they’ll drive your man crazy. You grab one of his SAMCRO tshirts, inhaling the scent of Happy before sliding it over your head, grabbing a hair tie and gathering the shirt in the back, tying it so it’s tight to your skin and more like a crop top.

Practically skipping to the mirror, you check your appearance, feeling like your mission is about to go as planned. Ruffling up your hair and applying a little bit of lip balm, you push down the butterflies in your tummy, turning to leave the bedroom.

Happy is in the exact same position as he was in ten minutes ago, eyes fixated to the screen. You bite your lip, thinking of how to do this. You notice a cup and an ashtray on the TV cabinet, rolling your eyes at your untidy boyfriend but also thanking him. Walking to the TV, making sure to sway your hips, you bend over unnecessarily, retrieving the dirty items and blocking the TV in the process.

“You’re blocking the-” You stand back up, watching as Happy goes silent, his focus finally on you as his gaze rakes up and down your body. You feel your confidence rise as you internally laugh at him, glad your outfit had its intended effect.

Strutting to the kitchen, you hear the TV turn off, footsteps following as you hear Happy entering the room. You place the cup and ashtray in the sink, not even having a moment to turn around before you feel his hands slip around your waist, his back pressed against you, his bulge grazing your barely covered ass.

You act unaffected, beginning to clean the crockery in the sink as Happy slides his hand up and down your stomach, grazing your chest before moving back down. His lips shower your neck with kisses, each inch of your exposed skin being covered by him. You feel yourself falling apart, but you’re determined to keep this charade going on for a little bit longer.

“Not right now, babe. I’m tired.” You pretend to yawn, slithering out of his grasp and making your way to the bedroom, walking backwards so you’re facing him. You never reach your destination, however, as you find yourself being lifted off your feet and flung over his shoulder, his free hand slapping your ass playfully as you squeal.

“I can do that too, you know.” Your response is cheeky, one of your hands reaching down to squeeze your boyfriends backside, him chuckling at you before he throws you down on the bed, the springs bouncing underneath you.

You lean up on your elbows as your predator stands at the end of the bed, unbuckling his pants as you watch him, his hands removing the denim so he’s left in just his boxers and tshirt.

“Now, you haven’t forgotten how this works, have you baby girl?” His voice is coated with lust, the authority in his tone sending shivers down your spine. You shake your head, immediately falling in line.

“No, daddy, I haven’t forgotten.” You respond obediently, knowing that playing by the rules means being rewarded, and Happy’s rewards are by far your favourite. He smirks at you, loving how easily you accommodate to his instructions, his little play toy.

“Good girl. Come here.“ You do as you’re told, pulling yourself up onto and crawling across the bed, right to the edge where he’s waiting. You look up at him teasingly, as if you don’t notice the more than prominent tent in his underwear. He smirks at you, grabbing you around the throat tightly, still leaving you enough room to breathe. You rise up on your knees, him bringing your face to his as he claims your lips with his, kissing you deeply.

He dominates, as always, and slides his tongue into your mouth, a small moan escaping from you as he does so. You decide to return the favour, sucking on his tongue suggestively, eliciting a groan from him. He separates from you, stepping back slightly and gesturing for you to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Go on, kitten. Show me how good you can suck my cock.” You subconsciously grind your core against the sheets, aching for some contact, his words fuelling the already present ache in your body.

Determined to prove yourself, you wink at him, before leisurely pulling down his boxers, wanting to see how far you can push him before he breaks. You move down to the floor, resting on your knees and pulling the fabric down until it reaches his ankles, removing it completely and discarding the underwear across the room.

You rise back up, coming face to face with him, his length standing at attention. You admire him for a second, placing your hand around his thick shaft and pumping once, your pussy tingling as you feel it in your grasp. Looking up at him, you swirl your tongue around his tip, watching as his eye lids fall shut, a smirk forming on your lips.

After placing a few little kisses on his shaft, you begin to slide him in and out of your mouth, your cheeks hollowing as you suck him. If you were being honest, you didn’t really mind giving your man blow jobs, loving the fact that when you do, you’re in control. Seeing him, in the midst of pleasure, his eyes tightly shut and his mouth parted, was one of your favourite things.

You feel his hands gather your hair into a makeshift ponytail, his attention completely on you as he watches you take him in, watches himself disappear past your lips. You press your tongue flat against the underside of him, humming slightly to add that little bit extra, the vibrations causing him to curse under his breath.

You push yourself to take him to the back of your throat, a deep groan leaving him as you do, his grip tightening on your locks. You pull back, slightly breathless, your saliva glistening on his swollen cock, your hand stroking him as you look up at him innocently.

“Get up.” You practically shoot to your feet, standing in front of him within seconds, eager to have him work on you. He turns you around, pulling your shirt - well, his shirt - upwards, your skin being revealed bit by bit. Once he pulls it off, he drops it on the floor, his hands moving around you to cup your breasts in his hands.

You gasp at the contact, your breasts tender and sensitive. You rest your head back on him as he begins to massage your chest, his fingers twisting and pulling at your nipples. You close your eyes as you bask in the feeling him, his mouth coming to bite and suck at your neck, the combination of his hands and his lips driving you crazy.

He slides his hands down your stomach, feeling the soft skin under his fingers, his trail continuing until he’s at the band of your shorts. As his hand slips into the material, he sucks particularly hard at your skin, his tongue darting out to soothe the mark.

“You filthy girl, no fucking underwear, hm?” You’re a moaning mess in his grasp, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers to you. “Bet you’re fucking dripping, been begging me to take you all day.”

You can’t deny his words, being able to feel the moisture between your legs, hear the sounds of it as he traces his fingertips up and down your folds, a deep moan ripping from him as he feels how wet you are for him, his cock grinding up against your ass to somehow relieve himself.

You hook your arm around his neck as he sinks his fingers into you, your body feeling weak as you feel him inside of your walls. You gasp and moan quietly as he pulls his fingers back out of you, before entering you again, curling his digits so he hits all the right places.

“Daddy…” You can barely form words as he holds you against him, fingering your aching pussy. His long, slender fingers sink in and out of you, spreading and curling in all the right ways, turning you into a moaning mess. His thumb begins to make circles on your clip, your fists clenching for something to hold on to as you feel yourself ready to explode.

“Hold it.” Happy warns you, pulling his fingers out of you slowly and bringing them up to your mouth, pressing them against your lips. You open your mouth, swirling your tongue and tasting yourself, Happy practically dribbling at the mouth as he watches you hungrily. Once he’s satisfied, he pulls his fingers from your lips, kissing you roughly, the tangy remenants of your desire entering his mouth.

Pulling away, he roughly yanks down your shorts, leaving your knee high socks on, loving how they look on you. He smacks your ass, the sound vibrating through the room, and shoves you towards the bed.

“On your kneeks spread your legs for me, kitten.” Body itching in excitement, you do as you’re told, making sure to shake your ass as you get on the bed, knowing you’re being watched. Getting into position, you wait until you feel the bed dip, knowing Happy is behind you.

You feel him at your entrance, your whole entity desperate and eager. You feel yourself stretching as Happy enters you, a long, deep moan leaving him as you gasp, trying to adjust to his size.

You pull at the sheets between your fists as Happy pulls back, before slamming back into you deeply. Grabbing your hips, you smiling at the thought of the bruises there tomorrow, your boyfriend repeats his actions, getting quicker and more powerful as he goes along.

You clench your eyes shut as the pleasure takes control, the room filling with moans and groans from the both of you. You feel your head being pulled back as Happy grabs your hair, tugging at the strands as he fucks you mercilessly.

“Fuck!” You swear loudly, not caring if the neighbours can hear, your gspot being hit perfectly in this position. You know you can’t last much longer, the build up and the way you’re being fucked making you reach the edge so easily.

“You only come when I say so.” Happy commands, a whine of protest leaving you. A sharp slap to your ass shuts you up, and you choose to bite your lip, trying to resist letting go.

You don’t have to wait too long, fortunately, before Happy gives you the go ahead, your hands yanking at the bed sheets as you come around him, your walls clenching around his cock, sending him into his own orgasm. You gather your breath and pretty much collapse on the bed, Happy gently pulling out of you and falling beside you.

He rubs your back soothingly as you recover, your head turning to face him as he grins at you, placing a loving kiss to your forehead.

“Top performance as always, baby girl.” He praises a few minutes after, a lazy smile gracing your lips.

“Thanks, baby. You weren’t so bad yourself.” He chuckles at you, already knowing the effect he has on you, because it’s the same one you have on him.

“Coffee?” You ask, rolling onto your back. Happy nods gratefully, watching as you get up from the bed and go to leave the room.

“I love you.” He calls, your eyes rolling as you smile to yourself. You move into the kitchen, grabbing two cups and turning on the coffee maker.

“Why are you walking around naked?” You almost scream at the sound of Tig’s voice, his figure appearing in the doorway as you try to cover yourself.

“Jesus Christ, Tig! You could try knocking you know” You shout, Tig just watching you in amusement, his eyes moving up and down your naked body, not making the slightest effort to stop ogling you. You look back at the bedroom, knowing that no matter if you walk backwards or turn around, he’s going to see something he shouldn’t.

In that moment, Happy walks out of the bedroom, a pair of sweats hanging low on his waist and a shirt on his upper body. He stops in his tracks, observing the situation, before hastily pulling off his shirt and chucking it to you.

“Close your eyes, Tigger.” Happy warns, you hurriedly put the shirt on as Tig laughs, but does what he’s told.

“Gotta come round here more often.” Tig says, winking at you cheekily.

Originally posted by redwoodyproductions

A/N - sorry that it’s so long! If you like that, great, if not, oops😂😂😂

Adventurous Escapades

Reader x Happy get frisky at Lyla and Opie’s wedding ;)

Sitting at one of the tables at the wedding reception, the smile on your face is hard to remove.

Seeing your two good friends tie the knot was a beautiful thing. The ceremony itself had been lovely, and now, in true SAMCRO tradition, everyone was getting shit faced.

You take a sip from your drink, the orange juice reminding you that you’re going to have to lug your, probably very drunk, boyfriend home tonight.

Still smiling to yourself, you spot him from across the room, a grin plastered on his face. Your heart warms as you watch him laughing and joking with Tig and Chibs.

You love seeing him so relaxed, so loose in his environment, and with a life like this it wasn’t often that he could be like that. Little things like this, the simplest things, make you realise how much you love Happy, and how thankful you are that he’s in your life.

As Chibs and Tig walk over to the happy couple, you get up from your seat, walking over to your old man. He’s facing you, leaning against the bar, so he sees you coming before you reach him. He smiles at you, reaching his hand out for you, pulling you into his chest. He places his beer down beside him, locking his arms around your back.

“You alright?” He asks, a slight smell of alcohol on his breath. You nod, straightening the front of his leather jacket.

“What about you? You good?” You ask, looking up into his eyes. He watches you, his eyes breathing you in for a moment before he nods, placing a single kiss to your lips.

“Did I mention how beautiful you look?” You laugh, a giddy feeling still overcoming you anytime that he compliments you. His face lights up at the sound, your laugh being his favourite melody.

You pretend to think for a moment, humming. “Maybe once or twice.” You tease. In fact, Happy had told you how good you looked multiple times today. It was hard to focus in the ceremony with his hand on your thigh, his fingers rising higher up your dress, your mind cloudy as you had to stop his actions numerous times.

“Mhm, that’s cause you do.” He moves his head to your neck, your eyes fluttering closed as he leaves small kisses on your neck. He nips at the skin, sucking slightly, your body feeling hot as you grab his shirt in your fist. You subconsciously tilt your head to the side, exposing more of yourself for his lips to grace.

“Hap.” You pant quietly, as he sucks a particularly sensitive part of your skin. He groans into your skin, the small whisper of his name making his cock lunge in his pants.

“Come with me.” He says, pulling you by the wrist and leading you through the forest a few feet from the party. Your heart is racing, your panties wet with how urgently Happy is pulling you, how desperate he is for you. Just for you.

He pushes you back gently, your back hitting a hard surface behind you. You stable yourself, the bark on the tree rough under your fingers.

Happy pushes his hands into your hair, pulling your lips forcefully to meet his. Your hands slip under his shirt, his stomach toned and smooth as you dance your fingertips around. He pulls at your bottom lip, a small moan leaving your mouth as he gently sucks.

He almost growls, grabbing your hair firmly in his grasp and forcefully turning you around. He pushes your dress up, the somewhat chilly air meeting your core. You hold onto the tree, looking forward, as you hear the sound of a belt buckle being undone behind you.

Your emotions are on overdrive. The ball of want in the bottom of your stomach being driven by the thought of being caught, being so exposed out here in public for all to see, your loved ones being just a short distance away.

Your hair still being held in makeshift pony tail, you feel your pussy being exposed completely, the thin fabric torn away by your ravenous partner. You close your eyes as the breeze tickles your most intimate areas, the need to be touched driving you insane.

You feel his calloused fingers up your folds, only checking to see if you’re wet enough before you feel his hard cock at your entrance.

“Quiet now, or else there will be punishment when we get home. You understand, little girl?” His voice is deep, demanding, leaving no room for negotiation. You whine needing, nodding, as he slips into you.

Your mouth parts as your fingers dig into the tree, your head being pulled back as Happy savours the feeling of your warm, wet walls around him.

“Fuck.” You moan deeply, his hand coming up to silence you before you get too loud. He brings his lips to your ear, his movements still as you adjust around him.

“What did I say about being quiet? Hmm?” He questions you, pulling out of you before sinking back into you slowly, deeply. Your body is drowning in ecstasy, the feeling of your boyfriend inside you being one you could feel forever.

He keeps his hand on your mouth, light enough to let you breathe, as he beings to thrust in and out of you. His hips slam into yours, his movements quick and strong. You bite your lip painfully, trying to keep the sounds of pleasure from pouring out of your mouth as he pounds you from behind, your eyes rolling into your head as he hits your most sensitive point over and over again.

The way he moves, the hunger in his actions, is making this whole thing ten times more erotic. Your pussy is aching, knowing that you made him feel this way, feel this desperate and ravenous for his release.

You can hear your pussy squelching, his cock slamming in and out of you. You’re close to your high, his hand clamping tightly on your mouth, silencing your moans and screams of delight.

He feels your centre clenching around his shaft, his body knowing yours well, knowing you’re close to the edge. He keeps up his thrusts, his hand tightening on your hair as he exposes your neck, sucking on your sweet spot.

You feel like you can’t take it, your body desperate and crazy for orgasm.

When it hits, you bite Happy’s hand, your screams coming out as tiny squeals. Your body convulses, shaking as your vision is splattered with stars. The intensity of your orgasm is shattering, the feeling overtaking you as your boyfriend rides you through it, the feel of tightening around him enough to send his come deep up into you, thick ropes of his hot liquid spurting.

He removes his hand from your mouth, carefully pulling out of you as he watches his come ooze out of your pussy. He pulls up his clothes, buckling his pants as you stumble, trying to pull your underwear up, your body weak.

He chuckles at you, assisting you in making yourself presentable. He spins you around, pulling your lips to his again, his hands squeezing your waist as yours wrap around his neck.

“I love you.” You tell him, pulling away bringing your hands to slide down his chest.

“I love you too.” He repeats, kissing you on the forehead. Linking your hand with his, you both begin to walk back up to the party. “We should fuck outside more often.”

You smack him playfully on the arm, his face sporting a cheeky grin as you look at him.

“So that’s where you scuttled off to.” You both look up, a smug Tig Trager in your path. You groan, turning to bury your face into Happy’s chest. “A quickie in the woods.”

“We sure did.” Happy tells him, his tone mischevious and proud.

“At least invite me next time, guys. You know I hate feeling left out.” Laughing, you push Tig out the way, trying to smooth your hair down as you walk to the restroom. What an eventful night.

A/N - Hope you liked this! I wrote this so easily which was great, it all just sort of came together :) the next one probably be about the reader and one of the boys (not sure which yet) only being a few months into their relationship and he finds out she’s got depression. Thanks for reading :)

Originally posted by lowmans

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“You’re fucking kidding me, right?”  Tig asked, hand coming up to rub at his forehead vehemently.  Gemma was quiet on the other end of the table, fingers slowly drumming against the table top as she studied yourself and Jax.

“Did you really just say that to me?”  She directed to Jax, fingers stilling on the wooden table as she breathed deeply.  “You knocked her up?”

“It wasn’t like that.”  Jax spoke up.  He grabbed hold of your hand and squeezed it gently.  “We wanted to have a kid.  Together.”