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Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club Redwood Original - Clubhouse Blueprint

Kim Coates at home, 2014

“Hated” Tig Trager x Reader (GIF isn’t mine) . . . “Who the fuck do you think you are?!” Tig was hot on your heels, following you down the hall and through the clubhouse as you stomped angrily in pursuit of your vehicle in the TM parking lot.

You stopped, wheeling around and going toe-to-toe with the dark haired man. Your glare was intense and you had to wrestle with everything inside you telling you to slap him as you met his glimmering blue eyes. 

“Who do I think I am!?” you questioned, your index finger pointed at yourself before turning and pointing right in his face, something you knew he hated, “Who do you think you are, Tig!?”

He grabbed your wrist, inches from his jaw which was clenched tightly in a scowl and wrestled your arm down. You couldn’t help yourself, your anger had boiled over at Tig’s touch as your free hand struck him hard across the cheek. 

“Don’t you fucking touch me!” you screamed, wrenching your arm free from his grip as Tig, dazed, backed away a few steps. 

In the frenzy you backed away as well, realizing that striking him had been a mistake. Suddenly from all directions sons were rushing to pull you back and hold Tig back as he lunged for you. Kozik, Happy, Chibs and Opie each had hands on Tig as you, awestruck, were being dragged backwards by Juice and Bobby. 

“I HATE YOU!” you screamed at him over Juice’s shoulder as you allowed him to walk you backwards towards the door, “I fucking HATE you!”

You were in the threshold of the clubhouse door when Tig responded, “Shut the fuck up, whore,” he growled.

“Shit…” Juice cursed under his breath as he stopped trying to steer you outside.

You were seeing red again, “Whore!? I’m not the whore you cheating piece of shit!” you pushed Juice backwards with all your strength, yanking your arm away from Bobby as you stormed closer to Tig, rushing up towards him as Kozik peeled away from Tig to stop you from getting closer. You lifted your shirt to reveal your torso, “Do you see this!?” you pointed at the tattoo on your side and watched Tig’s expression change as he flinched at the sight of his crow, “Yeah. It was supposed to stand for something you bastard,” you bit out, rolling your eyes as he stopped fighting against his brothers and stood there shielded by them. His breathing was beginning to normalize and the rage in his face was starting to fade. “And if that didn’t mean anything to you, then this should!” you held up your left hand to show him your ring. 

He said nothing in response.

“Fuck you, Tig,” you shook your head, “I trusted you,” you turned around and stepped past Juice and Bobby as you walked out of the clubhouse, leaving Tig behind.

Smiles of Anarchy: Happy

Smiles of Anarchy is done! I will post tomorrow!

These two sexy as fuck.....

Got an imagine based on this guy scheduled for 3:30CST That’s about an hour from now!

BE READY TO HAVE YOUR HEART MELTED

Happy: Is it supposed to be that swollen? Half-Sack: Think so. Tig: They look uneven. Half-Sack: One nut's always bigger than the other one. Tig: Really? I think mine are equally huge, man.

To Do....

You're in bed with [insert SAMCRO member here]. What's on the radio?

Ask/Comment/Reblog/Tag Let me know, lovelies!! ❤️❤️ This should be fun... 😂

"Consequences" Happy Lowman x Reader (GIF isn't mine) . . . "Fuck me? Fuck you!" Happy spat, stomping out of the house and slamming the door. Another fight about him not opening up to her, not showing her his feelings and not telling her what he's doing with the club. It was always the same, she asked him questions he refused to answer, he came onto her and she let him, they fucked, she asked him more questions, he got up to leave so he didn't have to answer them, she called him a pussy, he got pissed off and called her a bitch, and then they would yell expletives at each other until he was out of earshot. He would leave and would spend a few days at the clubhouse, filling his nights by downing enough liquor to float himself to Mexico and then burying himself balls deep in a croweater. This cycle ended when one of them gave in and finally texted, asking if he could come over. His phone buzzed on the night stand the next morning and he jolted awake, a skinny blonde was resting against his shirtless chest and he shook her awake, "Hey..." he grumbled, an attempt at a whisper. She woke up, smiling at him and he gave her a half a smirk before pulling his arm back to himself, leaning down and kissing her as she settled back on a pillow on the opposite side of the bed. He stood up, walking to the restroom to piss while opening the message from her. 'Hap, come back. I'm sorry.' her first message read, he looked through the others, more of the same, until he opened the picture message she sent this morning and he almost pissed on the floor. She had sent him a pic of her playing with herself, one finger sunk deep within her core, her juices glistening on her soft and warm skin. He growled, hitting the call button and lifting the phone to his ear. "You up?" he spoke as she quietly answered the phone. "I'm on my way." he spoke again before hanging up and stripping his boxers off, stepping in the shower to wash last night's lay off his skin before dressing and quietly ducking out of the room. He pulled up to her house and parked, trampling the grass as he cut across the yard, not bothering to use the pathway up to the door. He rang the bell and waited a second or two before he began furiously knocking and then banging on the door. She opened the door, an annoyed expression on her face, practically glaring at him, as she placed her hands on her hips, "Who the hell do you think you are Happy Lo--" she began but he cut her off by pushing her inside the house, slamming the door shut before he grabbed her shirt and ripped it off over her head to reveal her bare breasts. He smashed his lips against hers but pulled away quickly. "You were teasing me," he rasped as he yanked her pajama bottoms down and she stepped out of them fully exposing herself to him. "There are consequences for that." He pressed his lips into hers again unbuttoning his own jeans and letting them fall as he shrugged out of his shirt and kutte all at once. He kicked his boots and jeans off and she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his boxers, smiling and biting her lip as she stared into his dark, devilish eyes. She pulled them down, freeing his dick as it sprung forth. He grunted as she grasped his shaft with both hands and he threw his head back, clenching his jaw. She leaned forward to kiss and suck on his collarbone as she jacked him off, but after just a few moments he pulled away from her, turning her around quickly and pulling her back against his chest. He bent down, palming his thick cock and guiding it into her entrance from behind, thrusting roughly upward, forcing a gasp to radiate from her chest and throat. He pounded her from behind, one arm wrapped around her body just under her breasts as the other held her hip, pulling her flush against him. Stroking into her like he would lose her if he fucked slowly, her screams and moans filled the house and he used his long deep thrusts to push her to orgasm. Her breasts were bouncing up and down while his dick pounded in and out, hitting the deepest parts of her and making her knees weak. He leaned forward, biting her ear and holding it between his teeth, his panting breaths brushing against her face as he began to shake, squeezing her body tightly as he came with one last violent and intense thrust. He stuck and held still while he emptied himself into her - Fuck the consequences - she was the best he ever had.