#opie's charity

[thebarneyfifeshow]

opie: (ง •̀_•́)ง

#the andy griffith show #andy griffith #ron howard #opie taylor #opie's charity #andy taylor #*mygifs #*mytrash #1x08

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐚𝐱 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

Warnings: some swears, gun ownership, mentions of violence, death of a parent

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ        

🌿ENTP 🍁Gryffindor (in Season 7 you could say he’s a Slytherin) 📜Chaotic Good 🔮Leo Sun, Gemini Moon, Aries Rising  

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・A strong man needs a strong woman, and you’re someone who cannot be told what to do, how to dress, how to act or what decisions to make. 

・I think you would have been brought into the club because your father was somehow involved. Historical ties to the SAMCRO legacy

・And instead of moving around, you stayed in Charming. Maybe you were in your late teens. 

・Whether you went to university or not doesn’t matter, the fact is you stayed in Charming - or close to home

・Because you had younger siblings, who you were very very close to. And your father was now your only parent. 

・Since the death of your mother, you grew even closer to Gemma

・You were always close to her. But then you saw her as a mother figure, and so did your siblings 

・This put you in constant contact with Jax, who always seemed like his attention was on the club. But you never realised his eyes were constantly wandering to wherever you were

・You were always in his mind, either with adoration or with irritation 

・Because you weren’t the easiest person to get along with

・But your strength was admirable. Yes, you cracked, you yelled and broke down. But you always made sure your siblings were fed, dressed and went to school on time. 

・Often they were picked up by guys from the club, particularly Bobby or Tig

・That’s how important you, your father and your family were to the club 

・Gemma actually urged Jax to make a move. She wanted you officially a part of her family so badly. 

・You’re one of the only people who has seen Gemma in a vulnerable state, and it means a lot to her. You’re the daughter she always wanted but never had

・Jax has never been afraid of a gun in his face. In fact, it’s pretty standard for him to walk into the line of fire. But if you’re ever in a dangerous situation, he’s scared shitless

・You know Jax would do anything for you, he’d even die for you. 

・And you would do the same for him. But it’s easy saying you would die for someone - death is quick and easy. Living for someone ... that’s a lot harder

・There’d be a rift with Jax wanting to leave the club, because you ... want to stay. 

・This would create a new dynamic in the club; Jax’s Old Lady encouraging him to take over leadership, to be a new guiding force, rather than leaving the life he’s only known

・Maybe you have ideas of your own that you share with him. In the moment he might shut them down, but over time he thinks about them and ... they work. 

・You’re a strong Old Lady, one that doesn’t let anyone walk over her. Ruthless? Yes, you can be. But you’re also good-hearted and caring. 

・You often helped Gemma with the charity events, especially with the school - since your siblings as well as yourself, went there. 

・So that role was then passed down to you. 

・You’re the glue the club needs

・But you’ve never liked Clay. There was something about him that was darker than everyone else 

・Good friends with Opie. So good in fact, that he feels like he can talk to you about things. Especially his love life. There’s been a few deep conversations where he’s talked to you about missing Donna 

・You help out with some of the other guys’ kids when you aren’t working. There are a lot of playdates and sleepovers while the guys are on runs 

・Having a personal gun - you go to the gun range and Jax teaches you how to shoot. You pick out your own gun as well

・Turns out you’re a pretty damn good shot 

・You’re very close with Chibs too, and laugh together a lot. He’s a great man who has a lot of light-heartedness 

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖: Doll, Doll-Face, Honey, Love, Darling. He isn’t afraid of saying these in front of others either. 

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆: Acts of Service and Physical Touch. 

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

House of the Rising Sun by the White Buffalo

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

・You Fell First, He Fell Harder

・”I care about you!” x “You shouldn’t!”

・Belated Love Epiphany

 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆:

 Rebel Prince Meets His Match

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 🔞minors dni!

・Jax is a switch, but he loves to be dominating. Call him ‘sir’ and he’s hard, ready to go. 

・Well, he thought he would always be the dominating one. But then he realised just how much he adored being dominated 

・He loves it when you grab onto his hair and pull his head back, slamming your lips to his. He loves passion. Vigor. Desperation. 

・Jax also adores sloppy head - your mouth over his cock, reaching the back of your throat. He loves making you gag

・His favourite place to have sex is the kitchen. Especially the kitchen table. With you lying face down, pants around her ankles

・He loves to cum inside you, the breeding kink is heavy with this guy

・Sex with Jax is very fun and there’s a lot of humour involved. A lot of laughing and light-heartedness. But on the flip side, it can be very steamy - heated and fast-paced. 

・You’ve had a lot of sex after heated arguments. Clothes ripped off and both of you on the floor, panting and grinding against one another

・He loves when you kiss him on the neck, and wrap your arms around him

・You guys shower together a lot. Not all of it is sex, but it’s a small way to have intimacy and feel close without deviating from your schedules 

#jax teller #jax teller x reader #jax teller headcanons #jax teller x female reader #female reader #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy headcanon #sons of anarchy x reader #sons of anarchy reader insert #SoA #SoA headcanons #witchthewriter

[renesassing]

it's 2024 here are some DJ sets/mixes that have enabled me to function in an office setting last year with what is probably un-diagnosed and untreated ADHD cause im bringing this energy into the new year

SPIN DJ Set — Blood Cultures

BRANG BRENG BRONG #1 — Alunan Nusantara

ALONE HOUSE POP — WRIGHT ONA PLANE | 라이트오너플레인

Deep Lo-Fi House Mix #2 — David Bulay

Groovy Disco and R&B Mix at a New York Basement Party — Tinzo

Energetic Comfy UK Garage Mix — Opi

Pride Anthems Club Mix at a New York Basement Party — Tinzo

High Charity? Sweet. — Zorrovian

Yatabe Track Day — Xerf Xpec

Hawaiian Grooves — Roger Bong (Aloha Got Soul)

#rené.txt #may the vibes be with you

[ashes-writing]

Opie Winston filth alphabet please?

|| taglist,babes + req rules / fandoms+characters + send ?s + masterlist ||

ahhhhh this made my heart so full! i utterly adore Opie, -i'm saying this as queen of the juice ortiz defense squad mind you, he's my love. i'll be happy, no thrilled to do this one for you, thanks for asking!!

Warnings;

Minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. This content is made for us grown people. Go read some fluff or angst or better yet... do your homework. Go on, I know you have it. school is important, m'kay... your friendly local airhead loves you all but the fact remains.. there's some stuff you don't need to read/might not want to see just yet and those are as follows; consensual somnophilia, rough sex, body fluids, bondage, sex positions, breeding kink, praise kink, dick sizes, hosiery/lingerie/thigh highs, dominance, size kink, height difference, dirty talk, masturbation, oral sex, marking, d*ddy kink, toys, and the usual other things one finds on these.

Taglist;

@beardedbarba and @chieflawyerpastatoad are the only people on my Sons of Anarchy taglist. if you'd like to be added to it, please let me know or click the link above.

-- sadfaces, I have no graphic for Opie -or any of my boys from SOA yet. It's coming though, i just never thought anybody would ask for SOA from me, so I'm thrilled rn!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

--- will cuddle and stroke your hair and kiss all over you. Likes to pull you right on top of him and wrap his arm around you. Loves skin to skin contact so he's not getting dressed immediately after if he has time to just enjoy the afterglow. If you say you're hungry or thirsty or anything he's getting you whatever you want.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

--- tits, ass, legs and hair. But most of all, thighs. He likes every part of your body to be honest.

--- it's not a body part BUT.. his strength and his height.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

--- has had a quickie with you then made you come somewhere with him, his cum still inside you, smirking every time you squirm to try and keep it inside you. Will push his cum back into you if any leaks out.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

--- upskirt pictures. he takes them of you and collects them.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

--- Oh, he's got plenty of experience. And he knows what he's doing but is also willing to learn and try new things, so he's just getting better.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

--- Missionary, stand and deliver -standing up, standing up in front of a mirror -he loves to watch the way his cock kind of pushes against your tum from the inside, bending you over the bed or table, cowgirl and it's reverse.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

--- He's a mix of serious and goofy. If you queef, he will laugh. If you bump teeth or noses, he's laughing. But then he's back to showering you with affection and saying the dirtiest yet sweetest shit you'll ever hear in your life in your ear / against your skin.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

--- he keeps himself trimmed pretty short. it's there, but it's barely there. he's very clean. the hair is darker, coarse and if he lets it grow / doesn't have time or something, it can get really thick and out of control fast because his hair grows pretty fast.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

--- oh gods, this man... he's kissing, touching, praising, begging, holding you as close as he can get you, repeatedly tells you he loves you, he will definitely be the guy to fill the bed with rose petals on your anniversary.. he's a huuuge romantic. just doesn't show it right away.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

--- will face time you if they're doing a normal charity run or something and jack off / talk dirty / watch you get yourself off if he's away for a few days.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

--- choking/biting/scratches down his back, praise kink givingandgetting, dominance kink, size kink, height difference, lingerie/hosiery/thigh highs and knee socks, breeding kink, cum play, orgasm denial / orgasm control / edging, spanking, masturbation, light bondage kink, marking, collars -if he buys you a necklace this is basically that, somnophilia -if you've both agreed on terms and a word you can use or some way to let him know you're not into free use while you're asleep on a particular night,

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

--- on his motorcycle, against a wall, in the shower, in bed, on the kitchen counter, against a window / mirror/reflective surface so he can see you when he takes you from behind.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

--- arguing, low cut shirts and the way your tits look in said shirts, the way you melt into him and sigh, kissing, neck kissing, when you sit on his lap or thigh, sucking his cock, biting his neck or his bottom lip, playing with his neck at the back, beneath his hair... yeah, that's a sweet spot for him, oops rip. Massages too.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

--- share you, degradation or slap/hit you. he's not into scat or golden showers either. Anything else is on the table though..

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

--- he fucking loves to give. And he's damn good at it too, he always pushes and coaxes a few out of you -the messier he is when he's done, the more you moan and beg and whimper and drag your nails over his scalp or across his shoulders. His tongue combined with his fingers, holy fuck all.. I'm down baaaad your honor. I feel like he's definitely messy with this because he loves doing it so much that he kind of loses control and goes feral.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

--- Both, actually. If he's fast and rough it's a quickie, he's angry/hate fucking you or jealous and slow and sensual is when he's just so in love with you that he wants to take his time and really make you feel it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

--- He's not gonna turn down a quickie, not him, not ever. He prefers to take his time but he knows there's not always time for that, sometimes it's just bending you over the kitchen table, fisting your hair and going straight at it like rabbits. It happens a fair bit, between MC emergencies, work and whatever you have going on + kiddos popping in and out or the potential of that happening, yeahhh. But he makes it work.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

--- Opie is down for anything, almost. He'll try anything you want to try or anything he sees / hears about that seems like a fun time.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

--- at least two. How long he lasts depends on rest/recovery in between, how much he's drawn out foreplay -which he does allll the time, btw, and will make him get there quicker on occasion, esp if he's held out for a while, and how tired you both are prior to getting it on.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

--- He doesn't own any but... If you do and you want him to use them on you, he will. Also, man will go down on you with ice or having just eaten a mint with icy cold breath and oh holy fuuuuck...

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

--- depends on his mood. Most of the time he isn't, but when he is, oh my fucking god, he'll have you begging, on the verge of frustrated tears.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

--- that quiet husky voice whispering everything he wants to do to you as he's doing it to you against the shell of your ear. Swearing. Praising you, telling you "you take my cock so well, baby girl, think you can handle all of it?" as he slams into you deeper and slower, growling. But this is for the most part, quieter. He's not trying to awaken the dead. Now, if you scream... he won't stop you and he lowkey gets off on how loud he can make you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

--- he cums a lot. and its thick too. Additionally, he likes to be tied up.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

--- man is hung. thick girth, slightly above average length -totally using the 'big hands' theory here, he's got a thick vein that runs along the underside and it's got just the teeeniest little bit of a curve to it. I'm not entirely sure whether he's cut or no, so for arguments sake, we'll say he's cut. The tip is a pretty lil pinkish red. When he fucks you, it will stretch and burn a little bit, moreso if you're a)a virgin and not used to taking cock at all. or b)it's been a while.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

--- Opie's got an average sex drive. He's damn sure not about to turn it down but at the same time, it's not like he needs it like say, air to breathe. He enjoys sex, but he doesn't constantly need it to function.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

--- This man is out light a light, might as well call your pussy Nyquil. BUT... he's wrapped around you from behind usually, holding on nice and tight. Which feels lovely and it's warm and cozy but... god forbid you gotta get up and take a piss at any point bc he's hard as hell to wake up.

#opie winston #opie winston imagine #opie winston smut #opie winston fanfiction #opie winston headcanons #opie winston x fem!reader #minors abso-fuckin-lutely not.

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

The Reaper and the Death Angel Part 65

So, I know I only planned for there to be one or two more chapters but it looks like the prewedding took up more than I thought I want to do the story justice so you're getting a lot more chapter (all two of you who are still reading)

Part 64

Series Masterlist

Contains: So much fluff, all the fluff.

4.1K words

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If I get married, I want to be very married.” - Audrey Hepburn

"There's a look on you face and I'm worried about it."

Ima smiled, "don't be, I'm Lyla and I are going to make sure Jax gets the best wedding gift ever."

You huffed, "not likely with what I bought him but ok."

"Go get all the things Jax loves to see you in, sexy things and come back here." She paused at your quizzical expression, "trust me."

You sighed, "Fine but if this is what I think it is, I'm going to need some convincing."

That didn't seem to be a problem, "Don't worry, I already have all my points planned."

You waved your hand, "I'll be back in ten."

Her smile widened, "Great, Lyla will be here in five."

When you returned, Lyla was sitting with Ima on the couch, "hello."

You waved, "Hello. Now please tell me why a boudoir shoot is a good idea, I already send him sexy pictures all the time but these ones don't have my face in them."

Lyla smiled, "Exactly that. This was he can have hard copies that put the digital ones to shame."

You gave her a look, "I'm not saying yes but how is this done so my bare ass doesn't end up all over the internet?"

"We do it old school, professional film that we'll develop, anything that doesn't go into the book gets burned." Ima said it like it was simple.

"And you'll both be taking them?" They nodded, "alright, but no editing and I'm not putting on makeup, Jax likes my natural face and I want them to be classy, please."

Ima smiled, "that's the spirit, we weren't going to do that anyway. Sam and Opie loved theirs, I'm sure Jax will be the same."

You held up a hand, "Ima, I'm not a prude but I don't need to hear that. Where are we doing this?"

Lyla reached into her bag and pulled out a film camera that must have been worth thousands, "the library is perfect."

You rubbed your face, "ok, what about my hair?"

Ima tapped the bag, "we've got that all sorted. Jax is kinda obvious about it when he stares, we know what he likes and lucky for you that's you as you are."

You smiled, "yes, he is good like that. You've convinced me, just let me make sure no one's coming home early, I don't want anyone seeing this go down."

You headed to the library and locked the door behind everyone, placing the pile of clothes on one of the display cases. Lyla went through it, picking up your lab coat with a smile, "really?"

You nodded, "yeah, ninety per cent of the sexy photos I send to him are just me in nothing but the lab coat."

Lyla waved her hand, "well go for it."

You sighed, "I'm not even going to bother going behind the bookcases to change, you're about to see everything anyway." You stipped off, threw on the lab coat, and waited for them to direct you.

"Slide it off one shoulder and stand by longe. You did as you were asked, "you said classy so we're not going to make you pose like a centrefold, just relax and smile." You understood why CaraCara made so much money, Lyla was great.

You took a deep breath, trying not to flinch as the camera flashed, "See, that was easy." Ima was good too, just the right amount of encouragement without being patronising.

"No, it wasn't. He better be grateful for this or I'm selling them for charity." You knew Jax would be more than grateful.

Ima shook her head, "put on his favourite pair on lingerie under it, if he has a few we'll do all of them."

You smiled, "I'm embracing my embarrassment and going for it. I'm trusting both of you to make sure this isn't cringy."

Lyla placed her hand over her heart, "We swear it will be great."

****

As you stood before the stacked tables and chairs, you thought planning and setting up your own wedding might have been a bad idea. There were only two days left and it felt like there was so much left to do.

"Go on darlin, we'll be fine here." Jax had been amazing the last three weeks, his excitement clear in every moment.

"Are you sure, all I'll be doing is cooking and putting the wedding favours together." Anvil had been busy all morning accepting deliveries so the kitchens would be stocked.

"I'm sure. I'll keep you updated." Jax moved from standing at your side to behind you so he could wrap his arms around your body, "go on, go be amazing and I'll hold down the fort."

You sighed and spun in his arms before kissing him, "you have no idea how amazing you are."

Jax smiled, "I'm sure you can tell me later."

****

Jax sighed and leaned against a tree, watching half the wedding party that was at the house position the rows and rows of chairs for the ceremony while the other half arranged everything for the reception afterwards.

Opie wandered over with a smile and raised his hand, cigar in hand, "because we didn't get to do it at the farm."

Jax shook his head and took it from Opie, lighting it with a contemplative expression, "did you ever think we'd end up here?"

Opie shook his head and took a drag, "With you marrying an ex CIA operative with six PhDs? No, I did not. Did you?"

Jax huffed, "nope, I didn't."

Opie gave him a strange look, "Have you written your vows?"

Jax swallowed, "no, I've got no fucking idea what I want to say. I know hers are going to be amazing."

Opie huffed, "you got that right, she's going to use so many big words, it's going to be all poetic and heartfelt and shit."

Jax snorted, "Don't I fucking know it.

Opie tipped the cigar towards Jax to emphasise the point he was about to make, "In fact, I can remember us having a conversation up at the cabin when we were prospects all about this and I remember you saying what kind a girl you wanted."

The memory overtook Jax in a rush.

"You were popular last night." Jax snorted, he had been popular every night since becoming a prospect. 

"Not all of us are happy with one woman Ope. How is Donna taking you joining up?" 

Opie shrugged, "she's happy to have so many new friends but I don't know how she feels about the other shit, I'm not telling her anything but she knows something is going on. What do you want in a Old Lady? Gemma's going to get on your back to start looking soon." 

"She gotta love riding, I couldn't be with a woman who hated bikes. I'm going to be running this Club one day so she's gotta be a good host, I want everyone to know how good she treats me and she can't stick her nose where it doesn't belong, she's got to be ok with Club." 

Opie rolled his eyes, "you're not helping the mommy's boy thing there brother." 

Jax screwed up his face, "I do not want to marry my mother. I don't know man, how many relationships have we watched fall apart? Sometimes I don't think long term and the Club go together." 

Opie shook his head, "you don't know. Good old ladies make a Club, I think you've just got to use your head and not your dick." 

Jax huffed, "since when did you get so mature?" 

"You've grown a lot since then." Opie's tone only had a hint of judgement.

Jax sighed, "yeah, I have. I think y/n might be responsible for a lot of that."

Opie chuckled, "Yeah, she's responsible for most of it."

"Are you sure you know what you're doing, or do I need to show you again?"

****

You stuck your head in the Anvil kitchen door and servery the scene, "how is everything going, does Booby need help with the cake?"

Bobby held up a hand, "I know I haven't done the best in the past but I can do this, go off and enjoy making your wedding favours, Juice and I can handle it."

Juice smiled, "yep, this is going to be the best bread I've ever made."

You smiled, "thank you. I'll be just around the corner if you need me."

You headed into the office and sat at the table with Ima, Audrey, Lyla and Billy, "I mean, I love the idea but don't you think that a native plant and these cute little fans are a bit much?"

You shook your head, "Well Billy, I wanted it to be practical and for everything to match. The native plants are useful and the foral fans fit out theme and the guest can use them to stay cool. Now get to folding or I'll send you to the house to stack chairs."

Billy laughed, "sorry y/n, I think everyone will love them."

Lyla smiled, "the photos turned out great. The book should be done by tomorrow so you can wrap it up nice."

Your eyes went wide, "Wow, in only four days. That's amazing."

Billy looked from Lyla to you, "What photos?"

"Oh, Ima and Lyla did some photos for me for Jax," you paused, hoping Billy would figure out what you were trying to say, "sexy pictures Billy."

He blinked, "oh ok, I didn't need to hear that but good for you."

You laughed, "sorry Bill."

****

You sighed and kicked off your shoes before beelining to the couch and sitting on Jax's lap, "the outside looks amazing."

Jax smiled and wrapped his arms around you, "yeah, we did a good job. You sound tired, did everything go ok today?"

You nodded, "it went great, all the food is set, so they'll do the prep work and cook some of it tomorrow night, but most of it will be cooked in the portal garage kitchen the morning of and the party favours and done. We can take it pretty easy tomorrow."

Jax buried his face in your neck and took a deep breath, "we are very good at this. You'll be planning Jess and Juice's wedding next."

You pulled back and shook your head, "I think I'm all wedding out right now and Jess is too young, maybe next year."

Jax chuckled, "sure darlin. In the meantime, I'll get you some dinner."

You pressed your lips to his, "thank you my love."

Jax kissed you back, his hand coming to cup your cheek, "love you too darlin."

****

"Good morning beloved." You snuggled further into his side and Jax pressed his lips to your forehead.

Jax squeezed your shoulder lovingly, "Good morning darlin, I know it's only one night but I'm going to miss sleeping next to you tonight."

You stretched out with a groan, "well it's that in exchange for the rest of our lives so I'm sure you'll be ok."

Jax looked over your face, his eyes filled with affection, "it will be well worth it."

Jax sighed, threw his legs over the side of the bed and got up, reaching out his hand for you to come with him, "As much as I would love to lay around with you all day, I think you and your friends are going to the spa."

You nodded, "yes, we are."

You got a shock when you came down for breakfast and the house was filled with the wedding party, "what's this?"

Sam smiled, "I wanted to do breakfast for everyone, well I didn't plan to but everyone came early and I had no choice." He handed the spatula to Opie and took Adurey for Ima's arms, "but right now, I'm going to feed my little girl." He tapped her nose, "isn't that right, you must be hungry."

You shook your head, "very cute Sam."

Frank sipped his coffee with a sigh, "what is this place anyway?"

You shrugged, "I don't know, some high end place in Oakland, it was a wedding gift from Otto and Luanne, it's called Green River Spa."

Happy made a face, "wait, the bridal party is getting a spa day? Why can't we come?"

You held back a laugh, "do you want a spa day Hap?"

He nodded, "Yes, we've been working hard too."

You shook your head, "Well how about we bring some stuff home and you guys can use it tonight?"

The seemed to make him happy, "I'd like that."

Billy sighed, "well, we better head off soon so finish your breakfast."

Jax smiled and swaggered over to you, pressing his lips to your cheek, "enjoy your day darlin."

You smiled, "thank you my love, I'll make sure to bring you back something nice."

****

"Ohhhh, this feels nice." You couldn't remember the last time you did anything more than ask Jax to help you with a homemade mask while he washed your hair.

"Yeah, we have to do this more often. When this is done I'm going to look like I didn't just have a baby." Ima sounded half asleep.

Billy chuckled, "Next time we have to thank our staff we're sending them here, fuck gender roles, this is great."

Frank sighed, "Good idea Billy, I've gotta buy Maria spa day, she deserves it."

"I don't know what you're all going on about, Balder and I do this all the time, it's nice but it's not special." Aden was always one to brag.

You huffed, "Well Buddy, we can't all be semi retired, plus your husband half owns a Scandinavia wellness spa of course you get this all the time."

Derek's voice filled the room, "Can you all shut up, I'm trying to enjoy my facial."

You giggled, "sorry D, we'll be quiet."

****

You hopped out of the car and rushed over to Happy before handing a container, "there you go, it's a green tea and honey mask, Lyla is bringing the rest inside now."

Happy smiled, "thanks. We've got it all planned for tonight, we've even got hand cream." He was dead serious.

You nodded, "I'm glad you guys are having fun."

****

Dinner was a quiet affair, the dishes being passed back and forth while everyone went over the wedding. By the end, everyone was yawning and rubbing their eyes and Jax approached as you cleaned the kitchen with a smile, "I guess this is where we say goodnight?"

You nodded, "It is but we'll see each other tomorrow."

Jax pressed his lips to yours, "we will. Goodnight darlin."

"Goodnight beloved."

****

Jax looked over the container in curiosity, "yogurt and honey face mask for glowing, soft skin, does anyone know how to use these?"

Juice chuckled and reached over, flipping the container in Jax's hands to show him the instructions, "it's easy man, you just wash your face then put it on."

Jax headed to the bathroom to wash his face, followed by everyone else and they stood before the long mirror in Sam's room, ready for the next instructions "what do we do now?" Kozik was looking at the white tub in front of him, half worried half excited.

Juice sighed, "take a little bit on your finger and rub it on your face anywhere you don't have hair."

Juice and Sam were already done, sitting there watching as the others struggled. Bobby turned to Sam, ready to ask him how he knew what he was doing but Sam answered preemptively, "I used to do this with y/n all the time. We should take a picture, they'll all get a kick out of this."

Happy sighed, "can we just relax? If we don't turn on the TV now we'll miss the fight."

Jax chuckled, "sure man."

****

Sam's tone buzzed on your phone and you picked it up only to be greeted by a photo of all the groomsmen with masks smeared on their faces and bellinis in their hands, "holy shit, you have to come and take a look at this."

Ima's face burst into a grin when she saw the photo, "they look like they're having fun."

Frank huffed, "a little too early, it looks like, bellinis are for the day of."

Billy chuckled, "You jealous Franky?"

Frank shook his head, "no, we're going to have all our fun tomorrow while they wake up with champagne headaches."

You sighed, "Sam will make sure they don't drink too much."

Ima nodded, "well he's got Addie tonight so you can be sure of that."

****

You rubbed your face as your alarm rang, Ima popping up beside you with a groan, "happy wedding."

You grunted, "tell me that when it's not the ass crack of dawn."

She laughed, "come on, we got to get everyone showered and ready to go. What do you need me to handle this morning?"

You thought for a moment, "just make sure all the food is ready to go, the guys did a great job yesterday so everything outside is sorted."

She nodded, "No worries, go downstairs and enjoy breakfast, we'll look after everything."

You smiled, "Thank you."

When you came downstairs, Frank was working the stove while Billy cut up fruit, "morning."

You glared, "morning. I'm happy I promise, I just don't show it this early."

Frank laughed, "Don't worry, we know."

Billy waved the knife, using it like a pointer while he spoke, "why is Sam a groomsman anyway? He's your brother."

You yawned, "because Jax can't have Thomas and Sam is about to be his brother in law. It felt like the right thing to do."

Billy blinked, "oh, that's really sweet."

You looked at the clock and sighed, "we better get our breakfast to go, we need to start getting ready."

****

"When do you need help with your dress?" Ima and Lyla were already half dressed, the simple green bridesmaids' dresses fitting them perfectly.

"Not for a while. I'll put it on at the last moment." You turned to Ima, "can you please give Jax his gift? Ask him to open it in another room please. The box is under the bed." Ima smiled and rushed to get it before hurrying out the door.

Ima headed to Sam's side of the house and knocked on the main door, and Opie opened it with a worried look of his face, "is everything alright?"

Ima nodded, "everything's wonderful, can I steal Jax for a moment?" Opie waved to Jax popped out and closed the door behind you, "this is for you from y/n, please go somewhere private to open it."

"Ok?" Jax took it from her, turning behind to yell that he would be back before Ima waved him a quick goodbye. Jax went into a spare room, sat down and unwrapped the box slowly, his eyes going wide as he took the book out of the box and thumbed through the pages, "Jesus Christ."

He thought about calling you to say thank you but he knew you'd be too busy to answer so he settled spending back to your side of the house to leave it somewhere safe and thanking you tonight.

Bobby jutted his head at the door, "What was that about?"

Jax blinked, hoping his face didn't give away the fact that he was desperately trying not to get hard, "nothing, y/n got me a wedding gift."

"Can we see it?" The last thing Jax was going to do was show it to Tig.

"Nope." Jax tried the think of an excuse when Opie cut in.

"He's saying no because it's fancy nudes." He ducked as Sam threw something at his head, "sorry man."

Jax sighed, "Can we drop it please? We've got an hour and we all have so much shit to do."

Sam held a finger and disappeared around the corner before coming up with Jax's favourite blue flannel, "speaking of, it's been ironed to perfection."

He could tell Sam was wrestling with something, "thanks man."

Sam smiled, "no worries, you're marrying my only sister, you got to look your best."

****

"How does the make up look?" You turned towards Lyla and she held up both thumbs "Ok, what about the photos?"

Angela smiled and lowered her camera, "they are turning out amazing. Stop worrying."

You sighed, "ok, I just need to check on the food and put my dress on and then we'll be ready to go. Are we running on time." There was a pause, clearly everyone trying to hold back their laughs.

Billy placed a warm hand on your shoulder, "we are great for time, Frank and Derek are going to check the food and we're going to wait out here while your bridesmaids help you with your dress because we don't need to see in your fancy underpants."

You smiled, "who says I'm wearing any underpants at all?"

Aden shook his head, "not appropriate."

Frank and Derek hopped up with a sigh, "don't worry, the food will be fine, we'll be back before you know it."

They headed to the garage and were assaulted by the wonderful smell of fresh bread and delicious food. Juice's head shot up when he saw them and tried to toss a tea towel over a stack of personal bread rolls. When he failed, Frank walked over and realised why he was being so secretive, "does y/n know?"

Juice shook his head, "no, it's a surprise so please don't tell her."

Derek smiled, "we'll keep your secret, don't worry. How is everything going?"

Bobby exhaled, "we're all good here, the food will be ready for dinner, all your staff have to do is follow the recipes that y/n left for them. You guys can go back upstairs, there's not long left."

Billy nodded, "thank you, I guess we'll be seeing you soon."

Juice smiled, "yep."

****

They hurried back upstairs and went back inside, Billy smiling when he saw you, "you look ready to go?"

You nodded, "I am. Ima and Lyla are going to help me with my dress while Angela takes photos," you took a deep breath, "Give me five minutes."

You plucked the garment bag off the hook and headed into the bathroom with the other women. After having a quick look at the lighting, Angela smiled and waved her hand, "go ahead."

You unzipped the bag and pulled the dress out with a sigh, "it's looks great."

Lyla shook her head, "wow, I can't believe you made that."

You smiled, "I did. It's pretty easy to get into, I'll just need help lacing up the back." You slid your robe off your shoulders while Ima unlaced the back, holding the dress opening so you could step through. You held the bodice up to your chest as Lyla pulled the dress together, the click click on Angela's camera filling the air.

"Ah, Jax just texted, they're heading down now." Frank's tone was filled with joy and affection.

Lyla had just finished lacing the dress, "thank you, I'm coming out now so get ready."

You paused at the door before twisting the handle and throwing it open,

Their face split into a grin, Billy speaking first, "Holy shit."

Derek twisted his fingers, "well, give us a spin." You spun around and the full skirt flared out as you went.

Frank walked up to your and wrapped you in his arms, "we better go downstairs and say hello to your guests, you look very beautiful."

You smiled, "thank you."

Ima sighed, "We're going to go in to the main room, Sam will be here soon."

You nodded, "I know, thank you for everything today."

Lyla smiled, "hey, what are friends for. We'll see you in a bit."

You took a deep breath, "that you will."

They left you in the quiet while you waited for Sam, his knock on the door pulling your from your thoughts, "wow, you look, wow."

"Thank Sammy." He reached out his fingers brushing the dress, "it's not white?"

You shook your head, "no, it's blush."

His eyes were damp, "And the flowers? There's so many"

"Chiffon, all natives. That's they the invites said no floras." Sam looked like he was going to ask more questions, "it's a full skirt with off the shoulder sleeves and a corset bodice. I don't know what the flower pattern is called."

Sam chuckled, "you look like a princess."

He hugged you before you could reply, "you good little brother?"

You felt him nod, "I'm great." He pulled away and offered you his arm, "are you ready?"

You smiled and looped your arm in his, "more than anything."

Part 66

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10ish Things I'll forever be disappointed we didn't get to see on Sons of Anarchy part 1

Happy's mom. Can you imagine Hap picking groceries for her and his aunt, fixing their sink, hanging a framed picture just the way his momma wants even if it takes forever and getting bashful while fielding questions about 'giving her some grand-babies to love on'? Oh, to see the woman who raised The Tacoma Killer...

2. More of Filip's mean streak. Look at that smile.

Whenever it came out to play it was glorious. My favorite moment is probably in 'Black Widower' (7.1) When he shoots a guy in the knee, without looking mind you, and asks "Anyone else wanna go rolling down the ramp?" and then, of course the zoom zoom moment. I need more of that.

3. {And while we're at it} The boys doing more of the -FUN- outlaw shit. Who remembers the good ole' days of grave robbing with zombie bikers? (Or the similar scene in season 7 "I call heads". )

And the epic run in with Eden's crooked-cops.

"What you wanna do Boss?"

"What you're supposed to do when you find stolen merchandise, call the police"

BTW, one of my favorite Bobby lines: "If you're gonna go outlaw boys, use half a brain."

Which led to the cops apologizing for their behavior.

Or that one time they actually STAGED a crime scene? Using Darby's Suburban?

4. More Charity Work

One lousy toy run in seven seasons?! One?! No Piney suggesting participating in a run supporting veterans, to honor Kip? Or Chucky bringing up the idea to donate time to BACA? My personal HC is that Tig would be the one to love the idea and get most of the guys on board.

5. And speaking of Tig. Him interacting with Opie's kids;

Picking them from school when Lyla was working late, taking them out for ice-cream ( and letting them over-indulge), telling them how awesome their mom and dad were. And Gods help anyone who tried messing with either one of the Winston children.

Those babies are so low-key that I couldn't find any good-quality pics of them. Charming's very own Big Footsies.

PART 2

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The Thief of your Heart - Chapter Nine.

A huge thank you to those of you still with me on this! Your lovely reviews and reblogs are so hugely appreciated :) as are you! 

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

“Chibs mentioned that you were, what did he call it, a fire hazard in the kitchen. These are damned good, though,” Gemma spoke through a mouthful of scrambled eggs, Abi smiling as she put the plate down at the table, going back to fetch the bacon and toast, enough made for everyone. They were all in good spirits after the long-awaited return of Abel the previous evening, celebration of the child’s safe handing over to his father following.

Fiona and Kerrianne had left early that morning, spirited back to their home, after much had come out in the wash regarding Jimmy, now on the run, wanted by army and MC alike for his rogue, reckless behaviour. Clay and Jax were due to sit down with the kings later that day, Kellan also stating that they’d requested a meeting with Abi immediately afterwards.  

Her breakfast making was a much needed distraction from the meet, also to keep her mind busy in the wake of learning the disturbing truth that McGee had been in cahoots with Jimmy all along to betray SAMCRO. To discover that, it had been a huge blow, and Abi’s heart hurt. He’d been almost like a second father to her. It stung to her core, the lengths he’d gone to in order to hurt the club, Chibs of course included in that. Anyone who posed a threat to his safety was automatically cancelled out from any charity in her soul, but still, the softer side of her nature was bruised.  

“It’s about the only other thing I’m good at, except for curry,” she revealed, Gemma nodding.

“He mentioned that, too. Said something about needing an asbestos lined mouth?”

Abi chuckled, pouring out a coffee from the pot, tending to Gemma’s cup too. “I’m a fan of heat. I can eat raw chillies like bell peppers, doesn’t bother me at all.”

“You’d love Hap’s chill, then. He makes it so damned hot, you come out of eating it with only twenty percent of your taste buds left.” She snorted, imagining it was likely the perfect heat for her, the thud of footsteps preceding the appearance of the man himself.  

“I hear someone baggin’ on my chilli,” he spoke, sitting down and helping himself to the assembled breakfast items.  

“You’ve burned my mouth out one too many times for me to be complimentary, sweetheart,” Gemma spoke as he sat, suddenly getting back up again. He returned with a small bottle in his hand, Gemma eyeing him curiously. “You brought your hot sauce with you?”

“Hell yes, I did,” he began, turning to Abi. “I make it myself. Part habanero for smokiness, a little garlic, smoked paprika, ghost chilies and Carolina reaper pepper, hottest in the world. Here, try it.” He broke a corner of toast from the slice, sprinkling the sauce on before smothering his eggs in it, Abi taking it from him and popping it in her mouth. He waited for her reaction, surprised at the one he received.

“That’s fuckin’ gorgeous!”

“Not the reaction I’m used to, but you’re correct,” Happy stated succinctly, pointing a fork at her, Clay, Chibs and Juice all heading over.  

“You cooked, Gem?” Chibs asked.

“I helped. Mostly, it was your girl, though.”

He stopped in his tracks. “I’m going back to bed.”

“You’re so rude!” Abi admonished, everyone laughing.  

“I’m cautious, knowing your history,” he sat down, eyeing the food suspiciously, making a show of looking indecisive, Abi’s frustration growing. “Looks great, darlin’.” he finally relented and praised her with, kissing her cheek and loading his plate.  

Jax, Opie and Bobby eventually emerged, everyone eating before the boys sat down to talk, Gemma and Abi heading downstairs. “I have to ask,” she began, lighting a cigarette Abi offered her. “What went down with you and Fiona the day before yesterday?”

Abi drew on her cigarette, holding the smoke tightly. “The confrontation that’s been coming for fifteen years. She let me have it, I the same with her.”

“Chibs seems very frosty with her, a definite atmosphere there where there was none before.” Abi knew what she was doing, fishing for more information to sate her curiosity. One thing she’d noticed about Gemma even more this time around in spending time with her, was that the iron lady of Charming hated to be out of the loop on anything. Abi wasn’t in the habit of sharing anything she didn’t want to, though. It was something she very much intended to keep an eye on with Gemma, going forward. She liked her, a lot, in fact. She didn’t care for her nosiness, though.

“Aye. He had it confirmed that it was her running to my father in his last days alive that led to him being banished from Ireland. I’d call that a pretty contemptuous bone to pick, wouldn’t you?”  

“Jesus Christ,” Gemma began, Abi glad that she seemed sated by her revelation, because she wasn’t about to reveal the rest. It was for the sake of her pride, mostly. “No wonder it was colder than a nun’s crotch between the pair of them. I have to say, I’m surprised she left with her face intact.” Nodding in her direction, Abi was under no illusion over what she alluded to.  

“I wouldn’t hurt Kerrianne like that, by giving her mother the beating she deserves. I’ve never known the girl, Fiona keeping me well away and her ears filled with poison over me, most of which I do likely deserve for being the reason her parents split up, but she’s Fil’s little girl. Wouldn’t be right.”

Gemma nodded slowly, her eyebrows fluttering a little. There she was, a terrorist, and arms dealer, a truly frightening individual, but she had a line she wouldn’t cross, a code of conduct, still. It was surprising to her, knowing only too well what a different breed the IRA were. Even more hardened and less scrupulous than outlaws, and Gemma knew first hand, that took some beating.  

“A very honourable stance to take,” she voiced, looking over her shoulder, watching Chibs walk out and head in their direction.  

Abi cocked her head, half-shrugging. “Perhaps the only honour I have left within me, where it concerns him and my family, although they’re one and the same.” If there was one thing Gemma could identify with, it was that. She left them to it, Chibs taking a seat behind where Abi sat side on, pulling her back against his chest.  

“So, since we’re no longer on lockdown, do you want to do something today, go out somewhere?” he asked, Abi turning to look up at him.

“What did you have in mind?”

He grinned, kissing her head. “It’s a surprise. Get yourself ready.”

“I’m ready. But you know I hate surprises!”

He chuckled, standing. “Aye, I do. Come on.” Being out on the open road, on the back of his bike (or rather, the one loaned to him) was something Abi had missed greatly. There came a certain freedom in riding a motorcycle that just wasn’t attainable behind the wheel of a car. It definitely did her the power of good.

However, such a notion was challenged when she began to notice their journey becoming very familiar. She knew halfway through exactly where they were going, closing her eyes and groaning a little when she realised the destination.  

“Really?” she questioned, taking off her helmet after they’d pulled up outside her mother’s house.  

“Really. It’s time I faced your mother, made good with her, put the past to bed.”

Abi was touched by the gesture, but her snort still erred on incredulous. “You know she hates surprises almost as much as I do, don’t you?”

“I do,” he began, looking pleased with himself. “That’s why I got her number from Maureen and called her while you were talking to Gemma earlier.”  

“You sneaky fuck.” He laughed at her assertion, wrapping his arm around her, kissing her head.  

“Come on, we’re expected.”  

She halted him gently, hand encircling his wrist. “Are you not even a little bit nervous?”

“Of Bridie Maguire? Oh no, hen. Not at all. Shitting maself is more accurate.” She threw her head back, chuckling, draping her arms around his neck and kissing him. “Luckily, you’re worth it.” He kissed the tip of her nose, grabbing her hand and walking her up Bridie’s rose bush lined path towards the cottage.

It was the house she’d wanted since she was a child, the exact one, not just something that fit the mental picture of her dream home, Michael being very persuasive with the owners, offering them cash well above market value for the property, surprising his young bride once they’d returned from their honeymoon. While watching them interact with one another and walk the path from her seat in the lounge, Bridie couldn’t deny it, that her daughter and the man she still harboured a certain degree of bitterness towards did look every inch as in love as she and her beloved Michael had been, when he’d first brought her home there, when she’d walked that same path.

“Kit, Lennie, come now, back you go,” she instructed her dogs when they responded to the door being knocked with a barrage of barking, wagging their tails, expectant to receive their guests. “Morning, love.” She kissed Abi’s cheek, her daughter passing her to lavish the waiting dogs with affection, her demeanour visibly stiffening when she took in Chibs. “Filip.”  

“Hello, Bridie. Thanks for agreeing to this,” he spoke, watching her nod curtly.  

“I’m very interested in hearing what you have to say,” she began, closing the door behind him. “Abigail, I think this needs to be done between your chap and I. Would you mind taking the boys out for a wee while?”  

Immediately, her eyes shot to Chibs, who gave her a nod that all was fine. “Okay, where are their leads?”

“Back of the cloakroom door.” Once two very excited dogs had been clipped onto their leads, Abi kissed Chibs and headed out, Bridie jerking her head in the direction of the kitchen. “Coffee?”

“Aye, thanks.”

“Milk and sugar.”

“No, ta.”

She snorted, pouring out two cups, adding milk and one sugar to hers. “I’d ask if you were sweet enough, but I know that not to be the case.”  

“Am I actually gonna get a chance here, or have you set your mind to despise me forever, regardless of what I might have to say?”

She sat down, mirroring his action in lighting a cigarette, pulling one from her pack with her teeth, her eyes not leaving his. “I don’t despise you. I resent you, Filip. I resent the heap of shite that was dropped on my husband, four days before he died.”

“Which was the fault of my wife, not me,” he pointed out, Bridie slamming her hand to the table aggressively.

“And if you hadn’t been shagging my little girl behind her back, there’d have been nothing to tell, would there, boy?”

He took a long pull on his cigarette, contemplating his next words carefully. He found it a little entertaining to be referred to as boy by a woman only nine years his senior, but didn’t let that show. Now was not the time to pull her up on such. “I was ready to leave her for your daughter, actually be honest about things. Abi and I, we wanted to do it after the dust had settled from Michael’s death, go public with it at an appropriate time. The last thing either of us wanted to do was burden either you or your husband in his final days. I will never forgive Fiona for not having the decorum to keep quiet on that. I acknowledge that having an affair wasn’t right, but for the love of Jesus, Bridie, I was, and have remained in the time between, in love with your daughter.”

Bridie scoffed, flicking her ash aggressively. “Didn’t start as that though, did it?”

“Well, of course not,” he began, taking a gulp of coffee. “I won’t pretend that it did either, but quickly, very quickly, that’s exactly what it became.”

“You made vows though, Filip. Vows to god that you broke! And for what? Did she really mean that much to you, as much as you did to her?”

He sniffed, his eyebrows rising in acknowledgement. “And that’s between me and god. I admit my wrongs there, I was an awful husband to Fi. But yes, what I had with Abi, it meant that much to me. She meant that much to me. You have a truly wonderful daughter, someone who I found I had a profound connection with that ran much deeper than what had initially brought us together. No one knows me like Abi, and in turn, no one knows her like I do. And I know, we know, had it not been for the shite that followed my wife finding out about us, things would have been done properly. Now, I want you to know that as well. Your daughter was no fling I had to pass the time because I was bored. She’s the love of my life.  

“We’d have gone the distance, Abi and I. I’d have gotten a divorce, married her, given her babies, your grandbabies. That was always my intention. I had fifteen years with her stolen from me, and I intend to make up for that. Part of it begins with making sure things are good with you. As long as the kings have no issue with her changing her base from Belfast to California, we very much intend on being together, so I can begin righting everything that’s been denied to us. A large part of that will be asking her to marry me in due course, once my divorce is finalised. So, that’s one thing I’m here today to ask of you, for your daughter’s hand.”

It took a huge amount of bravado to do what he had done, coming there to speak with her, confessing all, not shying away from his misdeeds. Bridie acknowledged that. What shined through the most, though, was knowing that Abi could live to be a hundred, and likely never meet a man she was better suited to, or who loved her more than the man sat there at her table. To have stayed as in love with her, too, in all the time he’d been without her, just as her daughter had with him, it hammered it home. They were meant to be.

“Jesus god,” she whispered, softening, reaching to cover his hand with hers. “I think I’ve needed to hear those words for a long time.” She paused, looking at him, blinking her long eyelashes slowly, taking another drag on her cigarette. “I didn’t know until recently, how she felt about you, and still does. That made me understand it more, but what you just revealed, it brought that understanding full circle. I see now why you risked so much, broke so much, and while I don’t condone your infidelity, I get it, why you succumbed to it. You truly love her like no other, don’t you?”

Chibs nodded slowly in confirmation. “Aye, Bridie. I do.”  

“Then I give you my blessing.” Standing from the table, she smiled, a smile that his love had one hundred percent inherited from her, opening her arms. He embraced her, Bridie holding his face in her hands, bringing his forehead to her lips and kissing it, “And you will treat her right, or by god, you think you know fierce in her? I pray to Jesus you never see me in full swing.”

He laughed softly, nodding. “You’ve nothing to worry about on that score.”  

“Isn’t me who should be worried,” she winked as they sat down again.

“Aye, but if I was stupid enough to ever mistreat your daughter, she’d remove me of my balls way before you got a chance to dole out a liberal smattering of hellfire.”  

She snorted, laughing hard. “That’s my girl.” She then paused, picking up her cigarette. “That’s our girl.” Their girl returned after half an hour with two very content dogs, pouring herself a coffee from the pot and taking a seat beside Chibs, enjoying the rest of the afternoon, until she had her second important visit to make. In light of learning where her daughter was heading, just after they’d left, Bridie picked up her phone, dialling a number, knowing what she had to do. She didn’t make a habit of calling in favours, but when she did…

After riding out to the area, Chibs waited for her down the street, Abi walking to the meeting point in question, the secret location of the king's dealings that only senior members of the army or invited guests knew about, tapping the door softly with her knuckle.  

The sound of multiple locks clicking open preceded the door opening, revealing the face of Brendan Roarke. “Abigail.” he greeted her with, nodding.  

“Brendan.” He led her through to the table, Peter Dooley and Declan Brogan seated, both acknowledging with the same address, Declan gesturing to a seat before he began.  

“As you may be aware, we met with Clay Morrow and Jackson Teller earlier this afternoon, to discuss with them Jimmy’s betrayal. It’s likely no secret to you, the shame he’s brought on our organisation through his chosen misdeeds and rogue behaviour. You might surmise that pretty soon, he shall no longer be in a position to do either. We’re handing the kill to the club, as well as a deal that will ensure a greater weapon push through North America, opening up the variety of guns available to the MC.  

“The original reason we called you here today was to inform you of such as a courtesy. If we were to deal with this in house, we would have offered the job to yourself, given your history with Jimmy. Handing it to the club was the right choice, though. However, that does not mean that you shan’t be compensated a little,” he began, Peter nodding as he took up the explanation.  

“Your father, god rest his soul, was a dear, lifelong friend, you, your mother and your sister always treasured by us because of that relationship. The retribution he made clear, for what befell you and Telford, was us merely honouring his dying wishes. In light of the fact you are one of our highest earners, a damned efficient solider, someone who has worked tirelessly for the course, to compensate a little for what Jimmy was tasked with, we want to open the floor to negotiation, shall we say. Especially in light of the phone call I just took from your mother, Jesus bless her.”  

Declan took a breath, re-joining the explanation. “That brings us on to what we have been discussing in the last half an hour. Ideally, it would make sense to move you up into Jimmy’s place, but we’re realists, Abigail, and in reality, a woman could never front us. Galen O’Shay will take over there. To reward you, though, as you do deserve a lot of credit, we want to make ourselves open to any offers that you might have, in way of aforementioned compensation.”  

Bridie Bernadine Maguire, oh, those tricks she had up her sleeve. If there was ever a woman who had sway with the kings, it wasn’t Abi and her years of loyal service. It was her mother, who had known each of them since before she’d even met Michael. Those ties ran deep.  

“I’m aware that I cannot pull back from Libya, nor would I want to. I don’t wish to cease my work, merely cut it a little, perhaps, so I have more time at home? Home too, going forward, would be California. My middle eastern contracts I would like to bring Brendan up into leading. I think he’s ready. He’s a good lad, sharp, formidable. I’ve given a lot of years to the army, working harder than people like Jimmy or Galen. I think I’m due a wee bit more free time.”  

“Spend the time in bringing Brendan up from your number two, to a standard that the Saudi’s are comfortable in dealing with, and it’s yours. Relocation is no issue you either. Truly, you don’t need to do more than touch base in Belfast for your cash drops. Once a month, shall we say. Fair?”

“Aye, Brendan. Very fair. Thank you, all of you.”  

The kings nodded sagely. They might have owed Michael his dying wish, but now, they realised they owed his legacy a little more in the way of lenience, and she was right; she did pull her weight in greater measures. Jimmy and Galen, they’d had time to establish families, had lives away from the cause. Abi’s life had been – and from such a young age – solely revolving around the cause. It was time for a change.  

She shook hands with each of them, expressing her gratitude once again, leaving the location and pausing on the other side of the door, taking a deep breath as she lifted her head to the sky, the fading light gilding her in the pink hue from the impending sunset, a soft patter of rain refreshing as it sprinkled against her cheeks. Finally, after so long, so much heartache, so much taken, god was giving her a little bit back. Picking up the gold crucifix around her neck, she kissed it, looking to the sky.  

“Thank you.”  

As she walked back down the street, she looked ahead, seeing her man there waiting for her against a backdrop of pink and blue sky, smiling as he saw her coming. Finally, she could begin the life she’d always wanted, with him by her side.  

“And?” he asked, leaning back against his bike, Abi reaching for him, caressing his cheeks with her thumbs.  

“And now we start again.”  

He chuckled, a happy rumble echoing his chest as he threw his arms around her, exploding into joyous laughter as he stood, hauling her up and swinging her around in his arms.  

At last. They were them again.  

They’d never get those fifteen years of being torn apart back, but by god, they could make up for lost time. It was a shame they would have to be parted again soon, but that was only for Abi to get her middle eastern affairs in order, facilitating her move to California. She was fine with that, though, because of what she got at the end of it. Her Filip.  

“Well, since I’m not going to see you for an as yet undefined number of months after tomorrow, I’d better make this good,” Chibs began as soon as they arrived back at her place, Abi shutting the door behind them, turning to look at him with an arched eyebrow of curiosity.  

“Oh, aye? Until I can’t close my legs?”

He ducked down, throwing her over his shoulder. “Until you cannae fuckin’ sit down, either.” A thrilling prospect if ever she’d heard one. Once upstairs, he kicked his boots off at the bedroom door, Abi letting her heels slide from her feet, being carried in and placed atop her dresser, his mouth hungry at hers, her hands unzipping his hoodie, nails dragging his chest through the black t shirt he wore. She yanked it from him, her tongue gliding up his chest, nibbling his neck as he began to strip her, her own hands unbuckling his belt.  

“God damnit, I love you naked,” she exclaimed, after they’d both removed each other of their remaining clothes. He'd never really thought much more of his body than being average, a bit skinny, quite lithe, but definitely not as much as he’d been in his thirties, back when he’d had abs, and what Abi hilariously referred to as cum gutters, the creases of muscle over his hips that maybe a few too many beers had now hidden.  

“I might have to start working out again, so that you love it even more,” he quipped, Abi raising her eyebrows between kisses.

“I’ll never be off your cock then, BDT.”

He chuckled, gently grasping her throat. “Aye, that’s the plan.” Smouldering kisses were exchanged again, his hands trawling her long, blonde hair, like golden, spun silk tumbling through his fingers, taking two fingers and pushing them into her mouth. “Get ‘em wet, princess.”  

She sucked them with a lustful moan, the coil of arousal within him snapping tightly, pulling his fingers back and yanking her to the edge of the dresser, stroking her folds, a grunt of arousal rumbling through his chest as he felt how wet she was already, pushing them inside her as their heated kisses resumed. A shuddered breath fluttered from her mouth to his as he crooked his fingers and stroked her exactly where he knew made her see stars, his mouth moving to her neck, Abi turning her head, to locate a certain bottle, one containing her cocoa body oil, pouring a liberal amount onto her hand.

“What are you – oh, that’s what you’re doing,” he began, her hand closing around his erection mid-sentence, a well-oiled grip that made his hips judder on the very first pull up his shaft. “Christ, that feels good.” he hissed, mouth at her neck again, teeth nipping, fingers rutting into her a little harder.

Her hand went to his hair, fisting, pulling his head back until he was facing her, staring into his dark, inky brown eyes, maintaining that eye contact as she panted through flushed lips, her squeeze upon him tightening a little, his groan all gravel and sin. “I fucking love you so much.”  

“I love you, too. Always.” He rested his forehead to hers, groaning deeply again, mouth claiming her beautiful lips, his finger rotation sending her to the edge of heaven, small trickles of pleasure skittering through her soft walls as his cock throbbed in her slick grasp. Feeling him stiffening more, that glorious, thick swell filling her grip, it arrowed right to between her thighs, imagining him filling her, a soaking, well-oiled, hard dagger of heat piercing into her, her cunt beginning to sting with want at the very thought.  

His arm muscles flexed with the effort his dexterity evoked within her, the slip of her palm dragging the head of his cock as she twisted over it making his hips buck forward, little sparks trickling down his spine, his hand weaving into her hair, a sharp tug pulling her head back, exposing the elegant curve of her throat to him. He ran his tongue in a slow glide up the side of her neck, nibbling at her jaw, his fingers retreating briefly to stroke her clit until it was slippery, sliding back in, his thumb taking up the soft strokes of stimulation that had her mewling softly, her head resting to his shoulder, her other hand stroking his neck.  

“Does that feel good, darlin’?” he whispered, gently nipping her earlobe, Abi’s soft little cries absolute bliss to his ears.  

“I’ll give you about a week to stop, oh my god! How are you so amazing?” she whined, panting as her hand tightened on his cock, tugging with more friction, the muscles beneath his abdominals bouncing in response.  

He chuckled, tongue running up the outer edge of her ear. “Because I pay attention.” And she’d never known a man like him for doing just that. He probably knew how to turn her on more thoroughly than she did, taking such a keen interest in being the invocator of her pleasure. Their diligent hands had one another escalating sharply, Abi feeling the coil within her tightening, her hand splayed out between his shoulder blades, nails flexing, her cunt fluttering around the continued nudging and sweeping of his fingers.  

He had her ascending beautifully, their mouths meeting again, steamy kisses exchanged, his fingers slipping from her, grasping her wrist to remove her hand from his cock, moving closer between her legs to stroke at her folds with the head of his steely hardness, Abi gasping as it rubbed over her clit, her thighs trembling in response to feel the slick push of him parting her walls. Kisses of love and hunger abounded, Chibs gripping her hips as he bottomed out, slid back and drove into her again, Abi clutching his head in her hands, panting against his tongue.  

He drew back and forth, lost in the ease, the soaking, tight heat of her, the friction perfect, scraping her walls, her legs tightening around him, thriving on the many thick, hot inches assailing her insides. Her hands slid to his broad chest, nails scraping, adding to the marks she’d already left, wailing as the action prompted his hips to drive up sharply, fucking her until her bum pounded off the dresser, the wooden structure shaking with the force of each barbaric thrust.  

The coil of pleasure winding through her core was intensified by the feel of that deep spearing, her body keening as he drove into her with force. His hardness claimed her entirely, hips rocking into each of his thrusts, Chibs hooking his arms under her legs and drawing them up a little, allowing him to sink into her until every inch was buried.

Her mouth dropped open, a feral wail exiting, his cock heavy within her fluttering core, her cunt tingling for him as he fucked her with merciless delivery, pounding her wet centre, dragging heat from her with every thrust. All that was hurried and urgent then abated as he slowed down, a slight rotation of his hips shifting his weight a little further, bearing down into her core and making sparks ignite.

He coaxed a string of expletives from her as he fought against the tight clutch of her clenching around him furiously, bathing his cock in her wetness as he arrowed into her so deeply and precisely, she hollered as glimmers surged through her body, pouring pleasure into her, igniting ecstasy right to her bones, the pace becoming uncontained once more.

Abi felt as if he was about to go through her with the voracity, her body lighting up gradually until suddenly, the light completely illuminated, white hot and charging, striking each nerve ending and reducing her to a quivering wreck, Chibs showing no signs of ceasing in the wake of her flesh scratching, shoulder biting, growling release.

He did change the location, though, picking her up and placing her down on the bed, not losing the tangency between them, the pace slowing as he held her legs wide, enjoying the beauty of her cunt flexing around him, wet heat contracting against his girth, his hand moving between her legs to rub at her clit with his thumb while speeding back up again.

The sensations are intensity unmatched, his cock stroking her insides so deftly while his thumb caused waves of warmth to emanate, making her so dizzy and high on pleasure, he had her soaring with the constellations. His hips smacked against her body, pounding her with primal need once more, her moans disturbing the still silence of the night, only fettered slightly when he held her throat gently, fingers flexing as he stared at her, winking and leaning down to assail her mouth with his.

Before long, he had her pulsing once more, the ebb and flow of sexual energy now relentlessly flowing, a hum of utter erotic divinity between them both that did nothing but gain momentum as they both groaned helplessly. The bed began to furiously bang against the wall as the pursuit of climax was zealously undertaken, both of them chasing their releases with illimitable determination, until they shattered at the same time, a rarity, but an intense one nonetheless.

“Well,” she panted, spaced out, quivering all over. “If that’s all I’m getting for the next five months, I think that’ll last me.”

He chuckled, leaning to kiss her. “I ain’t done yet, darlin’.”

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[jaxteller87]

Carnival part 1

The time was finally upon us; the annual SAMCRO charity carnival that the club had been doing for longer than Jax and I had been together was happening.

Donna and I watched with ear-to-ear grins plastered on our faces as our biker husbands, Opie and Jax, rode with the children around the park on a little train. Jax held onto our two little ones, Mary and Thomas, while Bobby and Tig sat behind them, all of them waving and laughing as they went by.

“This is way too adorable,” Donna said, chuckling.

“You gotta admit, it’s a little funny, too,” I laughed, angling my wheelchair to get a better view. “Something about rough and tough bikers parading kids around the park is quite a sight to behold.”

“Yeah, it is!” she laughed.

“It’s true,” I blew Jax a kiss as they did another lap, “I’ve always said that the only thing that’ll turn a bad biker good is their babies.”

As the train circled back around, I locked eyes with my husband, and I could see by the look on his face that he was wholesomely enjoying this. Years ago, when he was up to his neck in club business, and things were getting shaky with the Irish, I would have never guessed that we would have somehow got to where we are now. I never thought I’d get to see this look on his face, the look of being able to put his club life behind him for the betterment of mine and our children. It warmed my heart to see him so happy and carefree, even if it was just for a little while.

I don’t know if there is a God for sure or if everything just goes black after we die, but at this moment, I found myself closing my eyes and praying to a higher power, who or whatever it is, that this moment lasts as long as possible.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Mary yelled, running over to me with her arms spread wide.

“Was that fun, baby?” I leaned forward in my wheelchair and snatched her up with a hug.

            “Yea! I love riding with Daddy, and Uncle Opie, and Uncle Tig!”

            “You’re not the typical kind of girl I normally ride with, but I had a great time, too, sweetie” Tig tussled her hair as I gave him a look, knowing what he meant by the typical girl he rides with comment.

            “Well, just so you know,” Jax scooped her up while holding Thomas in his other arm, “you’re my favorite girl to ride with.”

            “Yay!” she squealed for a moment before turning to him with a serious look, “what about Mommy?”

            “Mommy? What about her?” he asked.

            “Isn’t she your favorite girl to ride with?” Mary asked innocently.

            “Oh,” Jax thought for a second, “your mommy is my favorite woman to ride with; you’re my favorite girl.”

            “What about when I turn into a woman? Then what?” she glared at him again.

            “Well then, I guess I’ll have two favorite women to ride with,” he started playfully kissing her neck, causing her to cry out in laughter.

            “It’s so nice seeing you smile, babe,” I said as Jax leaned down and kissed me, “I wish this day would last forever.”

            “Me too, darlin,” he replied with a smile.

            “I think maybe it can,” Opie said.

            “What do you mean?” Donna asked.

            “There’s a photo booth right over there. What do you say we go immortalize the moment?” Opie reached down and took Donna’s hand.

            “That’s a great idea!” I yelled, taking the lock off my wheelchair.

As we all made our way over to the booth, Jax effortlessly scooped me up in his strong arms and sat me down on the cushioned bench. Our kids piled in between us, giggling and making silly faces as the camera started clicking away. It was a tradition we had started back when we were teenagers, capturing moments of our family in these photo booth pictures. Jax and I always snuck in a few affectionate poses and goofy expressions while our little ones hammed it up in the middle. As the last photo was snapped, Jax leaned in to plant a tender kiss on my forehead, a gesture that never failed to make my heart melt. This moment captured the pure joy and love that filled our little family, a reminder of the precious memories we would always cherish.

As Jax helped the kids and me out of the booth, I heard a beep. “The pictures are ready!” I exclaimed, grabbing the strip of photos.

Mary pointed to the middle picture, “Look, Mama, Thomas looks like he’s falling asleep.” Jax chuckled and glanced at Thomas, whose head was resting on his shoulder.

“Looks like my mini-me is tired,” he said, grinning, “I think it’s about time we get everyone home and cleaned up for bed.”

            The entire trip home, I didn’t say a word. Jax, on the other hand, was talking up a storm, but I just sat there, replaying the entire day in my head over and over again. The SAMCRO charity carnival was really special to me. It might as well have been Christmas or my birthday, being something I excitedly looked forward to all year round.

            The ride home was a blur, and Jax and I were enjoying our before-bed joint under the light of the moon while the kids burned off the little bit of energy they had left, playing in Thomas’ room.

“I think the kids had a blast today,” Jax said, “what do you think?”

“I agree. I had a great time too, baby.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Jax replied, handing me the joint. “We all had a great time. It was good catching up with Ope and Donna again too. I might have even enjoyed Tig’s company for once.”

“Today made me so happy,” I had so much fun that I could practically feel myself glowing.

 “You know I’d do anything to make you and the kids happy,” he took my hand in his.

“I know, babe,” I said, turning to him and placing a gentle hand on his cheek. “And I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know.”

“Well,” he said promiscuously, “what do you say we take this to the bedroom, and you try showing me how much you appreciate it.”

“Oh yeah?” I said flirtatiously as we started to make out, “I think I can do that.”

Unfortunately, the kids weren’t the only ones that were tired, it seemed. After a few kisses, I had to pull away from his soft lips to yawn, and while I was yawning, he started to yawn as well.

“Perhaps tomorrow night?” I said, blushing with a giggle.

“Anytime, anywhere, darlin,” he kissed me again, and we went inside.

            I wheeled my chair over to the dresser and propped our newly acquired photos onto the mirror alongside the ones from the previous years. Jax went into the bathroom to brush his teeth as I made my way into Thomas’ room, where he was already lying in bed. In the corner of the room, Mary tried to hide the fact that she had a little cotton candy left over, which she was eating after brushing her teeth for the night. Any other time and I’d make her go and brush again, but my energy was fading fast.

            “Mommy, I want a story,” Thomas whined, fighting the urge to sleep.

“Did Daddy read to you this afternoon?” I asked.

            “Yeah, but now I want you to read to me,” he rubbed his tired eyes; I knew it wouldn’t be long before he was fast asleep.

“Ok, but only because you are so darn cute!” I playfully pinched his nose with my thumb and forefinger as Mary climbed into bed and snuggled up to me. “Little Nutbrown Hare, who was going to bed, held on tight to Big Nutbrown Hare’s very long ears….”

I wasn’t even halfway through the 12-page book before I heard both kids breathing heavily, sound asleep. Looking up, I saw Jax standing there, watching us with a smile. He helped me tuck the kids in, and after he carried Mary to her own bed, he returned and whisked me into his arms to take me to ours.

He wrapped his strong arms around me. Then, as our breathing synchronized, the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat lulled me off to dreamland, where I once again found myself back at the carnival, reliving the beautiful day we had with our friends and family.

#jax teller imagine #jax x oc #jax teller fanfiction #jax teller x disabled reader

[lemonbalmgirl]

Hey Portland folks, would you like to help support our local chapter of the Sister of Perpetual Indulgence, the Order of Benevolent Bliss*?

They just updated their Etsy shop with a bunch of awesome new merch!

https://www.etsy.com/shop/PortlandSisters/

I happen to be wearing my Sis-Squatch shirt today, so here's a close of the design. (I now want the Sis-Squatch tote bag, too.)

* From Wikipedia:

The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence (SPI), also called Order of Perpetual Indulgence (OPI), is a charity, protest, and street performance organization that uses drag and religious imagery to satirize issues of sex, gender, and morality (particularly Christian perspectives on these topics) and fund raise for charity. Upon their move to San Francisco from Iowa City in 1979, a small group of gay men in San Francisco began wearing the attire of Catholic nuns in visible situations using camp to promote various social and political causes in the Castro District.

#lgbtqia #the sisters of perpetual indulgence #portland or #portland #queer #charity

[ineedthesons]

Headcanons!

I've said a few of these before. Feel free to add, or discuss, or. Whatever. (Also plugging I have a discord for discussion too!) @aimkatsz + whoever wants to add to it. Headcanons do not reflect the morals of their creator-- me-- nor are they anything but a silly thought exercise on a work of fiction. (It's stupid I have to put this disclaimer but here we are.)

Content warnings/information include: Mention of canon deaths. Characters identifying as a different gender identity than in canon. Obliterating the basis of the Sons. Use of the word queer. Polyships. Ron Tully.

Juice is the Snake champion of the world. You know, the old cell phone game? He gets a burner, he plays Snake to conclusion, and that's how he knows its his burner. His actual cell phone, he's got a long-running game of Words With Friends with about half the Sons. Chibs, of course. Happy. Bobby, when he remembers. Surprisingly its Jax and Opie who also really enjoy playing it with Juice. (Insert Angst: Juice doesn't close the game he had going with Opie, up until he goes into Stockton for the last time.)

Juice as a transman. It's one secret he doesn't keep from the Club. Maybe Jax met Juice when Juice was Juanita Carla Ortiz instead of Juan Carlos Ortiz. (Though I wonder if Juice would directly translate his name like that; my Spanish is iffy and I don't have the cultural knowledge to say for sure.) Anyway, Jax convinced Juice to move to Cali, thinking that he'd maybe get into Juice's pants but obviously that didn't work out and instead Juice goes to work for T-M. I'm not sure how he becomes a prospect. Certainly after top surgery. Maybe even after bottom surgery, when the Club can say he's a "real man" in their back-asswards way.

The Sons of Anarchy is a non-Outlaw, queer, sex-positive motorcycle club. Everyone sleeps with everyone else and they do charity work instead of gun-running. The charity work they do rotates regularly but it's usually something having to do with the queer community or animal rescue. Also they're involved in the town of Charming a la season one but without the criminal undercurrent, because that's their home.

Jax, Opie, and Tara are in a poly relationship where Jax gets pegged on the regular. No hate for Donna, either. Maybe she's still Opie's partner and the mother of his kids. Who now have a very strong, big-ass family and Opie doesn't palm them off on his mother. They are *so fucking happy* to get Abel and later Thomas as little brothers.

Ron Tully doesn't miss his dogs. He doesn't own any. He was just fucking with Jax. He does miss his cats. When the Sons isn't outlaw, he's the head of the county's trap-neuter-release program and they do a lot of work with the MC. He's a relentless flirt who likes to pretend he's a Kinsey six when really he's more a four or five on the scale.

#sons of anarchy #juice ortiz #soa headcanons #headcanons #please reblog

[duranduratulsa]

Now showing on DuranDuranTulsa's Television Showcase 📺...The Andy Griffith Show: Opie's Charity (1960) on classic DVD 📀! #tv #television #comedy #sitcom #theandygriffithshow #andygriffith #RIPAndyGriffith #DonKnotts #ripdonknotts #RonHoward #FrancesBavier #elinordonahue #60s #DVD #durandurantulsa #durandurantulsastelevisionshowcase

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[thebarneyfifeshow]

"You can't give a little bitty piddling amount like three cents to a worthy cause , like the underprivileged children's drive!"

#the andy griffith show #andy griffith #ron howard #andy taylor #opie taylor #*mygifs #*mytrash #1x08 #opie's charity #for the bestie ;)

[news4trafford]

Anonymous art auction brings in over £100,000 for lifesaving heart research

Heart Research UK’s ‘anonymous heART project’ has raised an astonishing £101,779.50, auctioning pieces of A5 artwork produced by a host of internationally acclaimed artists, musicians and celebrities. Famous artists like Julian Opie, Ralph Steadman, Zabou and the charity’s own patron Robert Smith (The Cure) were joined by hundreds of international artists to create over 540 pieces of unique…

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[timelesstimesgoneby]

The Andy Griffith Show 1960–1968

Bird turtle S01e01 "the New Housekeeper" Frog S01e06 "runaway Kid" centipede S01E08 "OPIE'S CHARITY" Beagle Dog S01e09 "a Feud Is A Feud" reindeer S01E11 "THE CHRISTMAS STORY" Pigs S01e27 "ellie Saves A Female" Fishing S02e01 “opie And The Bully” Frog S02e03 “andy And The Woman Speeder” Chicken S02e04 “mayberry Goes Bankrupt” fish fox S02E06 “OPIE’S HOBO FRIEND” Cow Crows S02e08 “the Perfect Female” Fly S02e11 “the Pickle Story” Chickens S02e14 “the Keeper Of The Flame” Fish S02e15 “bailey’s Bad Boy” Dog S02e18 “jailbreak” Rattlesnake Hawk Bill Moose Horse elephant S03e01 “mr. Mcbeevee” Bear S03e03 “andy And The NewHawkS03e02 Andy’s Rich Girlfriend Cow S03e05 “the Cow Thief” Fish S03e12 “the Bed Jacket” Skunk S03E17 “HIGH NOON IN MAYBERRY” Goat S03e18 “the Loaded Goat” fly cat crawdad S03E20 “RAFE HOLLISTER SINGS” chicken bird S03e22 “the Great Filling Station Robbery” Duck S03E28 “THE RIVALS Dogs Giraffes horses S03e30 “dogs, Dogs, Dogs” Chickens S03e31 “mountain Wedding” Bird S04e01 “opie The Birdman” aligator S04E02 “THE HAUNTED HOUSE” Spiders S04e04 “the Sermon For Today” Dog S04e10 “a Date For Gomer” Moth S04e13 “barney And The Cave Rescue”. Chickens Roaster S04e15 “aunt Bee The Crusader” dogs pigeons chipmuks squirells muskrat S04E17 “MY FAIR ERNEST T. BASS” Fish S04e23 “andy Saves Gomer” Dogs S04e24 “bargain Day” Horse S04e25 “divorce, Mountain Style” Bird S04e31 “back To Nature” Dog S05e06 “barney’s Bloodhound” S05e13 “andy And Helen Have Their Day” Cow S05e18 “the Rehabilitation Of Otis” Dog S06e12 “a Man’s Best Friend” Cow S06e16 “otis The Artist” Horse S06e20 “wyatt Earp Rides Again” Fish S06e28 “goober’s Replacement” Owl S07e06 “the Darling Fortune” Fish S07e11 “big Fish In A Small Town” Turkey S07E15 “A NEW DOCTOR IN TOWN” Horse S07e25 “goodbye Dolly” Fish S08e15 “howard’s New Life”,

[georgiapeach30513]

That charity calendar that Owin finally agreed to do with the shelter animals...

It makes sense the photographer was a lady because duh! If you're making a calendar like that your target market is female and naturally that should be the gaze behind the lens.

I know that Owin is getting pulled in by Bitty Bean, so perhaps Opie came along (either to watch and mock Owin play with the animals or volunteer to pose for it too) Maybe Opie likes what he sees, lady in charge of taking the photos, being boss of the set.

Just a thot, dunno what you have planned for Opie. Use the idea for another character if you like.

(Could be she's the same photographer that does Story and Carter's boudoir shots...)

This is adorable! I do have plans for Opie (there may be a tiny sneak peak of his girl down below), but I'm not going to fully start that yet, but it will be a reader insert. But just for funsies, this is going to be a reader insert too. Opie will be getting someone though. She's not been introduced, but she does work for one of the Drysdale descendants, and she loves kids 😉

Owin would 100% agree to this right away. He would have BB right there with him, if they're at that point, or if they're not, he's sending her a copy!

🖤🖤🖤🖤

That Was Nice

Summary:  Opie is a bit shy

Pairings:  Opie Winston X Photographer!Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, face riding, unprotected sex, PIV sex, anal play, 18+ ONLY

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Opie Winston Masterlist

Opie sits there awkwardly as firefighter after firefighter gets their picture taken.  In various forms of undress.  Different animals everywhere, and while Opie isn’t the biggest animal lover, he finds a dog that just wouldn’t leave him alone.  Eventually he couldn’t help but to let the little guy follow him around. 

He watches as Owin the big cut up poses with one of the shelter cats, leaning over to talk with the kitty, before smiling up at the camera.  He doesn’t care that he’s basically nude, except the helmet covering him.  That’s Owin for you.  

Opie had opted for a baggy and low slung jeans, and you can’t help but keep looking at the cute and shy firefighter.  You tried to assure him this was for a good cause, but he didn’t have to participate.

He wanted to go last.  He couldn’t help but to watch you direct all these men and women on how to pose.  Confident with each person.  So sure of yourself like you had been doing this for years, and Opie just admires you, but also almost fears you.

By the time the others had cleared out, Opie takes a big gulp before walking into the lights, “Don’t need to be scared sweetie.  I’ve done this a few times.”

“Anyone I know?”

“I do have a sexy king and queen who love using me,” Opie only huffs out a laugh when you walk up to him, using your hand to maneuver his body the way you want it.  “The king has a thing for her no matter her stage of pregnancy, or sometimes a couple session.  You talk about needing a moment after that.”

“Oh yeah?” that sweet smile shines bright up at you.

“Yeah, they forget that I’m even there.  In a messy world all of their own.  Pretty sure their biggest kink is each other.  What about you?  Got you a girl?”

He shakes his head no at you, “No, just a loud ass roommate and his girlfriend.  He’s a bit of a menace to her.  If he’s not overstimulating her, he’s edging her until she’s just full on sobbing.  Thin walls in the apartment.”

“Hmm,” you get a devious plan.  It’s not that you’re one for a one night stand with a client, but there is this sweetness, and yet ruggedness about him.  “You should find someone to pay him back for all that loud screaming and crying.”

“Who did you have in mind?” you cock up an eyebrow at him.  He was only shy with everyone here.  He’s anything but shy now.

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Opie shoves you through his apartment door, his large stature then pushing you into his room, and you can’t pay any attention to the couple making out on the couch, because he’s banging the door closed.  In a fevered attempt at trying to remove your own and also each other’s clothes at the same time.  His large hands cup both of your breasts, and he gives them a hard squeeze, before pushing you onto the bed, but you’re not sure how you got to this point.

Standing up off the bed, you’re the one shoving him down, “I don’t think so sweetie.  I’m in control tonight,” his eyes shine up at you, and you crawl over his body.  Looking back at his giant cock, you crack your neck, “You better get me good and wet for you,” settling your core down on his face, “Keep your tongue out, I’ll do all the work.”

His tongue presses flat against your clit, and you grind over top of him.  Hands on the bedframe, while you let his tongue do the trick.  Taking another glance back at his pretty cock, you let out a moan, knowing the stretch it’s going to give you will be magical.  Gyrating over him, and he makes the most beautiful sounds at your taste.

“Fuck!” you cry, that drool worthy cock there just leaking beads of precum, and you can’t wait any longer.  Settling yourself over him for some reverse cowgirl, he grabs tightly to your hips as you pop your ass over him.  The two of your sweet sounds mixing together in this dark room, and he chuckles when he hears the beating of his friend on the other side of the wall.

“Eat shit, Jackson.”

“That was Posie.”

“Well...” fuck, he feels amazing, even if it’s you doing all the work, just the way you like it.  “Posie this is payback.”

“Shh, quiet,” you tell him, just needing to feel his girth.  The stretch is immaculate.  There is no need for this man to be as shy as he is.  And you won’t even discover what he’s capable of.  “You like when I use your body?”

“Hell yes.”

You’re beyond thrilled when he takes initiative the play with your muscled hole.  His thumb rubbing over it sweetly, before he breaks through the surface.  “Oh fuckfuckfuck,” your voice moans out.  That extra fill nearly making you cum on the spot.  “Ope you feel so good.”

“Squeezing me so tight.”

“Don’t you cum.  Want you to cum on my face,” Opie takes a deep breath to steady himself while you push yourself to your release.  Everything feels amazing, but when that long arm reaches around to create tight little circles on your clit, you stutter your movements.  Your legs shaking as your high courses through your veins.  Quickly you move off of him, and into the floor.  The first time you show him any sort of submission.

Opie grabs tightly to his cock, fisting it until warm ropes of cum coat your face.  His voice grunting out as he milks himself dry.  Flicking a tongue out, you taste the muskiness of Opie Winston.  Panting up at him, you give him the sweetest smile.  “Well that was nice.  I’m glad I was able to get off.”

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First Impressions: Part 2

Juice Ortiz x F!Reader

Part 1 can be found Here

Warnings: just fluff and a nervous Juice

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: Been marinating on the request for a second part for a while now. I love Juice and it’s so hard for me to turn away any kind of request for him lmaooo. Hope you guys enjoy!

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You were getting ready to leave work when your phone vibrated on your desk. You paused, looking down at the number. It wasn’t in your contacts, but you picked it up anyway, having a very singular hope for who it was.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Juan,” he paused for a beat, “From T-M?”

You chuckled, “I remember. I was hoping to hear from you,” you spun slightly from side to side in your desk chair, “Was starting to worry you took off with my car.”

He laughed, “No, no, nothing like that. It’s, uh, it’s good to go, though.”

“Really?” they’d had your car for a couple days, and you were on the brink of losing hope that they’d be able to fix it.

“Yea. So, uh, if you wanna come and pick it up, you can.”

“Holy shit,” you laughed in disbelief, “Alright, yea. I’m just getting ready to leave work. I’ll be there in thirty? Is that alright?”

“I’ll be here,” there was a softness to his tone and you could almost picture the smile on his face.

“Perfect. See you soon.”

You hung up the phone and finished packing up your things as quickly as you could. Tucking your bag onto your shoulder, you made your way towards the front doors of the building. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect—right before your phone call you’d gotten the notification that your ride was ready for you. Hopping into the car, you gave them the new address, relieved that they didn’t seem bothered by the last-minute changes.

When they parked outside the compound, you thanked them once more and gave them an extra tip before hopping out of the car. You walked onto the lot, and it all felt much quieter and emptier than when you’d been there a few days before. It was technically after business hours, sure, but not by much. You spotted all the bikes lined up and you assumed that that was the reason for it being so quiet, not the fact that it was after five o’clock.

You made your way towards the garage bays, one of them housing your car. You looked around but there were no mechanics in sight. You gnawed at the inside of your bottom lip as you scanned for Juice, or really anyone who could help you out. When you saw that the garage was truly empty, you made your way over to the office. Rapping your knuckles lightly on the door, you waited for a response.

“Come in,” you recognized the woman’s voice from your last visit.

You peeked your head inside, a sheepish smile on your face, “Hey. Sorry, I know it’s after hours but—”

“You dropped your car off the other day, right?” she gestured vaguely at you with the glasses in her hand, “Juice took care of you?”

“Um,” you fought the urge to stammer, “yea. He called me a little bit ago, said my car was good to go?”

She nodded, “It is. Let me go grab him—the boys yanked him aside for some other business,” she gestured to the chair, “Take a seat. I’ll be right back.”

You did as she said, holding your purse in your lap as you looked around the office. You knew that there must’ve been a method to the madness, but you were truly surprised by how many forms and business cards covered what seemed like every inch of wall space. There were a few stray papers still on the desk, and you wondered if any of them were for you. Just as you were about to try and take a look, you heard the clicking of the woman’s boots as she walked back into the office.

“Juice will finished getting you squared up,” she tucked a few papers away, and handed the rest to Juice, who had walked in a couple steps behind her with a sheepish smile on his face.

“Thanks, Gem,” he said, his voice a little soft as she grabbed her bag to leave.

“Don’t mention it. Just make sure the guys don’t yank you away next time you’re supposed to be doing shit,” she turned to you and smiled, “Have a good night, sweetheart.”

You nodded, intrigued by the entire interaction, “You too, thank you.”

There was a nervous smile on Juice’s face as he sat down across from you, “Sorry.”

“For what?”

“I was planning on being out here when you got here. But the guys needed help with some stuff.”

You chuckled, shaking your head, “It’s really not a problem,” you paused, “Am I gonna cry at how much this is gonna cost me?”

He laughed, shaking his head, “No, no. I got you a good deal on parts and shit. And, uh, I didn’t get you for labor.”

“What?” you shook your head, “Juan, no, come on. You, you can’t do that.”

“Sure I can,” he smiled, “Really, it’s fine.”

You hated the feeling of accepting charity from someone, especially someone you didn’t really know all that well. It was one thing if he was just getting you a good deal on a couple parts, but this was different. Accepting help with anything had never been easy, let alone when it came to money.

He saw the hesitation on your face and waited for you to meet his eyes, “Hey, think of it this way,” he chuckled as he slid the paperwork over to you, “It’s about what you saved me in bail charges when you found me on the street.”

It got you to laugh, and the playful spark in his eyes was difficult to turn away from or say no to. Finally, you gave a slight nod as you handed over your card and started to sign the papers. His eyes didn’t stray from you as he ran your card. He knew that he should reel it in, but he also didn’t know if this was going to be the last time he ever saw you. The fact that he ever ran into you again after that day on the street was nothing short of a miracle. He wondered when his luck was going to run out.

“Alright,” he forced himself to think about the situation at hand, “I think that means you’re all set.”

You slipped your card back into your purse, “I really can’t thank you enough.”

“No need to thank me,” he smiled as he stood up from his chair, “It’s what we do here.”

The two of you walked out of the office to see that someone had already moved your car out of the garage bay that it had been parked in. You didn’t think much of it until you saw the confusion etched into the features of Juice’s face. His eyes immediately went to the other building on the lot, and your gaze followed. You saw a few men sitting out on the picnic table—you recognized two of them from your previous visit, but one of the faces as new to you. Juice shook his head slightly as he continued to walk with you to the car.

“So you should be all good to go,” he smiled as he leaned back against your car, “but if something else goes wrong just, y’know, give us a call.”

“Do I need to use the T-M number? Or do I get to use your personal hotline for that?”

He couldn’t meet your gaze as he let out a nervous chuckle, “Either one will work,” he cleared his throat, “Lemme get your keys.”

He opened the driver’s door, expecting to find the keys under the visor where they always put them if they had to leave the keys with a car. When he didn’t find them there or in the console, he let out a sigh. Knowing exactly where they were, he cast a glance over at the men sitting on the table.

Jax had the most satisfied grin on his face as he twirled your keys around his finger, whistling and gesturing for Juice to come over, “I got ‘em.”

Juice rolled his eyes, knowing that he was getting set up to get you roped into something with them. He didn’t know what, exactly, but he had no desire to find out. He offered you an apologetic look, “Gimme a sec, I’ll go grab your keys.”

You laughed, nodding, “Whatever you gotta do.”

You watched as he jogged over to the men at the table. You couldn’t see the look on his face, but the satisfied grins and smirks of the men facing him were enough to tell you that they were definitely giving him a bit of a hard time about something. More likely than not it had to do with the puppy-dog look in his eyes whenever he was looking at you.

“Y/N,” Jax called over to you with a slick smile, “c’mere!”

You could only imagine the look on Juice’s face. But still, you obliged to see where exactly this was all going. You tossed your purse into your car before walking over. Juice was shaking his head apologetically at you as you approached, which provided a stark contrast to the looks of glee on Jax and Opie’s faces.

Tucking your hands into your back pockets, you offered them all a smile, “Hey. Something I can do for you?”

“Nah,” Jax rested his elbows on his knees, “just wanted to say hi, make sure your car is alright.”

“Hard to tell that if I can’t put the keys in the ignition,” you quipped with a smile, “But I’m sure it’s fine. I did leave it in the hands of Charming’s Intelligence Officer, after all.”

Juice looked over at you, and you could tell that he was caught between laughing, and melting into the floor. Jax still held your keys securely in the palm of his hand, and you wondered what exactly he was waiting for to relinquish them. Part of you wondered if they simply wanted to watch Juice squirm a little bit more under the microscope before letting you go on your way.

“Juice mentioned that there was something he wanted to ask you,” Opie spoke up with a smirk as he lit a cigarette.

You raised your eyebrows, clearly knowing that they were throwing him under the bus for something, “Oh, really?”

Juice shook his head, “No, no. It’s not—it’s nothing.”

You weren’t going to push it, knowing that there were enough people doing that already, “Right. Well, if no one has anything to ask me,” you glanced back at Jax and put your hand out, “I’d really love to have my keys back.”

“You got plans tonight, dalrin’?” Jax asked as he tossed your keys over to you.

You caught them, shaking your head, “No, I don’t think so. Why?”

“Want some?” Opie asked.

You chuckled, not missing the expression on Juice’s face, “Depends on the offer.”

Jax smiled, “We’re havin’ a party here tonight. Nothin’ crazy, just the guys and some friends.”

“Oh,” you tossed the keys back and forth between your hands, “I’m some friends now?”

“Well,” he chuckled, “I figured you were, especially based on the way Juice ta—”

“You don’t have to,” Juice cut him off, trying to come to his own defense, “It can be a lot, so, you know, don’t feel like you have to.”

You smiled, finding his nerves endearing, “Right. Well, I’ll think about it.”

Jax nodded, a smirk still tugging at his lips, “You know where to find us.”

“I sure do,” you looked to Juice with a soft smile, “Walk me to my car, Juan?”

He nodded, eager to get both of you out of the current conversation, “Yea, sure thing.”

As the two of you walked away, you could hear the murmurs and laughs between Jax and Opie, and you didn’t miss the fact that Juice shot them a look over his shoulder as you made your way towards the car. You lightly bumped your shoulder against his own in a playful attempt to get him to loosen up a little bit.

“You really, uh,” he nervously scratched the back of his head, “don’t feel like you have to show up or anything because of Jax. He’s just, you know…” his voice trailed off.

You smiled, leaning back against the door of your car. You waited for him to meet your eyes, “Do you want me to stop in tonight?”

His eyes grew a little wider at the question, “What?”

You folded your arms over your chest as you watched the shifts in his expression, “I’d be more than happy to stop by later. But only if you’d actually like that. Because, and correct me if I’m wrong,” you chuckled, “I have the feeling that Jax’s invite has nothing to do with him actually wanting me to be there tonight.”

Juice’s heart sped up inside his chest as he tried to formulate a response to what you were saying. He swallowed hard, slowly nodding his head, “Y-yea. I’d…I’d really like that.”

You smiled, nodding, “Then I’ll see you later.”

You went to open the door and he reached out, gently grabbing your hand to get your attention. You could see the nerves in his eyes still, “They’re probably, uh, they’re probably not going to let up,” he nodded towards the men at the table, “You know that, right?”

You laughed, “That doesn’t surprise me,” you gave his hand a light squeeze, “I’ll see you later, Juan. Okay?”

He nodded, his shoulders relaxing slightly, “Okay.”

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