#rane quinn x reader

[imagineredwood]

Request: Quinn has a talk with his 19 year old daughter falling in love with 30 year old Emily Duncan. And then having a talk with Emily.

Warnings: Talk that could be seen as slut shaming

Word count: 1.3k

“I just don’t see the problem. Out of all the shit you’ve done in your life, out of all the things I could’ve done, all the mistakes I could’ve made, this is what’s making you blow your top? That I’m seeing someone more than 10 years older than me?”

Quinn sighed and roughly ran his hand over his face, his frustration and exhaustion tangible.

“It is more than just that. It’s the age, it’s the way that she is, it’s the circumstances. It’s everything. She’s a grown woman, you have no business getting caught up with her. I’ve already spoken to Jax about her, she’s bad news. What makes you think that after all these years of hoppin’ around, she’s suddenly gonna settle down and have a fairytale life with you?”

Quinn’s voice got more and more rough as he spoke, his effort to conceal his anger not working.

“She’s a grown woman and she can sleep with who she wants, lord knows she has, but that doesn’t mean that I want her messing around with my kid. Especially when I know that whatever happily ever after story you have worked out in your head ain’t gonna happen.”

The Son took a deep breath and tried to steady himself. He watched as you swallowed dryly, not liking what you were hearing but staying quiet anyway. He appreciated the face and leaned forward, folding his hands together in front of him, both resting on the top of the table.

“I know you mean well. You like her, you’re falling for her and you want to be happy with her. But I’m telling you, it won't work. You’re young and dumb and you think you know everything. You think you're invincible and that you have all the answers and that only other people get used and tossed away until it happens to you. I don’t want that for anyone, much less you. I love you.”

You nodded then and stayed quiet looking down at the table yourself, avoiding his eyes. You understood where he was coming from. You understood his hesitation and apprehension, but you felt like you knew Emily well enough that you wouldn’t be subjected to that. You weren’t expecting to shack up and het married or anything, but you did want to have a relationship with her and not having your father’s support was weighing on you. You sighed yourself and looked back up to find his eyes already on you, both frustration and disappointment laced in his gaze. He stayed looking at you for a while, eyes tracing over you, reading you before he groaned and sat back in his chair.

“I’ll tell you what. I’m gonna talk to her,”

He held up his hand quickly to silence you and you did, knowing he was absolutely not in the mood.

“I’m gonna talk to her and see where she’s at. I already know this won’t work and that you’re gonna end up getting hurt but you’re an adult now and I can’t protect you from the world. You’re gonna just have to learn the hard way. My job and goal as a father is to make sure you don’t get hurt, but I can’t force you to listen. So, I’m gonna talk to her, like I would any other person you were with. Just remember that when things go south, I won’t have you in that clubhouse stirring up shit, you hear me?”

You nodded solemnly and held your hands up in reluctance, making him give a soft huff. He stood from the table and grabbed his empty breakfast plate, heading into the kitchen.

“Hey, Quinn.”

He gave no reaction to the sultriness of her voice, simply pointing to the chair that was beside his at the bar.

“What’s going on?”

“I wanted to talk to you about my kid.”

Her persona dropped then and so did her smile, an almost nervous look coming over her.

“What about her?”

Quinn tilted his head side to side as he looked at the blonde.

“I want to make sure that her heart is going to be safe with you. I want to make sure that whatever you two are doing, whatever you have, that it’s real. She’s a good kid. She’s young and new to life and naïve and I want to make sure that she’s going to be safe with you. More importantly that her heart will be safe with you.”

Emily nodded, used to having these talks already. She had been on the receiving end of a number of them when people younger than her started falling for her and their loved ones wanted to make sure they would be ok. It got old sometimes sure, but that was the life of being a Croweater. Sometimes people never trusted her or gave her the credit she deserved simply because of what she did. This time was no exception, though the circumstances themselves were very much a new thing. She had never gotten with the child of a Son before, considering it somewhat taboo but she had met you at a club party one night and had sat to talk with you and get to know you. The rest had been history. Now the both of you had some weird relationship that you tried to keep hidden and under wraps, worried about how it would be viewed. You both knew it was far from traditional, but what was normal in this life of yours anyway? With a sigh, Emily ran her hands over the fabric of her jeans on her thighs, think about what she was saying before she said it.

“I know you don’t really trust me because you don’t really know me. You only know what you’ve been told, and I’m sure that there wasn’t an abundance of positive things people had to say about me. But I do care for your daughter, and I love her, and I love being with her. She’s a great person, someone who understands me and listens to me without judgment. She makes me happy and makes me feel like I have someone to really belong to. I only want to give that back to her.”

She paused and let her words sink in, some of the tension that had been in Quinn’s shoulders at the beginning now alleviating slowly as he looked at the woman, not having seen this side of her.

“She’s an adult and she can do what she wants ultimately, and she will. We both know her well enough to know that, but she would like to know that she had your approval. Knowing that you support her in her relationship, even if you don’t particularly like me, would mean a lot to her. She just wants to know that her dad is on her side.”

Quinn nodded as he listened to the Croweater, taking in what she said and compartmentalizing it. He thought about how she was right and having his support had always been something that his daughter wanted. He nodded to himself then and took a deep breath before letting it out.

“I still don’t like it, I won’t lie, but I’m willing to try and give you two a chance. She’s my daughter and I don’t ever want her hurt. I haven’t accepted her being treated badly by anyone before, and I’m not going to accept it now. I want you to know that.”

Quinn kept his voice low and level, not trying to intimidate her but wanting to make sure that she understood how serious he felt about this. Emily nodded and smiled, knowing that you would be thankful for his support, no matter how on the edge it may have been. She stood and so did Quinn, giving her a tight smile and walking away, blowing out a breath and shaking his head as Jax came into view shaking his head as well.

“You’re a better dad than I am, I wouldn’t let Abel near her no matter what when he was 19.”

Quinn winced and readjusted his beanie.

“The things we do for our children.”

[soaronmywings]

Sons of Anarchy Masterlist

I update as often as possible

I will not be including the drabbles in the masterlist!

NSFW- 🖤

David Hale

Strip  🖤

Say your goodbyes

Happy Lowman

Butterflies    Never have to leave

Prune

Stupid Croweater

Harry ‘Opie’ Winston

Landmine

Filip ‘Chibs’ Telford

Light

Rane Quinn

Magical 🖤

Herman Kozik

John Doe

Jackson ‘Jax’ Teller

Semi

Juan Carlos ‘Juice’ Ortiz

Princess of Samcro 🖤

[happyslittlegirl]

My Happy Place

A/N: I do not own the picture, the characters mentioned, or Kurt Sutter’s creations. I own the OC Allison, OC Colt and the plot.

Trigger warning(s): cursing, mentions of domestic violence (starred off)

Thoughts will be italicized

Word Count: 849

Proofread but, if you find any mistakes, please don’t hesitate to message me.

Chapter 4

A few hours have passed, and I’m feeling comfortable with all the members of the motorcycle club, or the MC, all of which, are also going to be her employees. I was introduced to all of them. Jax, he’s the president. He has shoulder length slicked back hair and baby blue eyes. “Doesn’t look much like much of a biker,” I thought. Next was Chibs, or Filip, he was the one I talked to on the phone. He had salt and pepper hair, but what intrigued me about him were his scars that ran up his cheeks. He’s the vice president. Next is Tig, he has crazy curly black hair with even brighter eyes, so blue. Juice has a mohawk with tribal pieces tattooed on either side of his head. Bobby was heavier set and had long curly hair and soft eyes. Allesandro was quite short and doesn’t look like he could harm a fly. Ratboy is the skinniest of the bunch, but he could probably so some damage. Rane is huge, I’m talking building huge. He is tall, built and has long hair. Last but not least, theirs T.O.. he’s the only black member that I can see but he is very welcoming.

 They were all sitting around the clubhouse, getting to know one another. Bobby currently had Colt in his arms rocking him and baby talking with him. I smiled as I watched the two. My train of thought was broken when Tig asked me what made me travel from east to west coast.

 “Sure, y’all are ready for this roller coaster?” I chuckle as I made eye contact with Tig. I quickly glance around the room to see everyone has turned their attention to me.

 Tig raised his eyebrows, “I’m sure we can handle it,” then he took a swig of bourbon.

 I took a deep breath and began to tell my story.

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 “I was 24 when I met my ex, Doug. He did everything for me. He even pushed me to quit my job so he could take care of me. I should’ve caught on then, but first love and all, I was blinded. About a year and a half later, something changed. He started going out more, drinking, doing drugs he swore he would never touch. I started questioning him as to why he needed that stuff when he had a loving girlfriend at home for him every night. He then proposed to me so I would shut up and I said yes, stupidly. Another six months went by and I was 26, I found out I was pregnant with colt. I was excited having a baby with the man I wanted to marry. What more could a woman want? I told Doug as soon as I found out and he slapped me. Slapped me so hard he drew blood. He had never hit me before,’ I pause as I feel myself start to choke up. I clear my throat as Jax put his hand on my shoulder to show support. I then continued, “It went on like that for two whole months of my pregnancy. He wanted me to abort, but I wouldn’t. That was my baby no matter what happened to Doug and I. Doug went out one night, it was the night after my two-month checkup. He went out and never came home. I got a call from the local PD and found out he was killed in an accident. Head on collision with a semi.  He had a blood alcohol content of over 3.00. He also had some hooker in the passenger seat. Both were dead at the scene. When I heard the news, I didn’t cry, didn’t scream, and didn’t do much of anything. I was numb.”

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 “But that doesn’t explain why you left?” Juice asked curiously.

 I smile at him, pat his shoulder and reply, “I’m getting there.”

 Juice blushed out of embarrassment.

 I continued after taking a deep breath, “I had to get out of the city I was in.” I got tears in her eyes, “after Doug died, his family blamed me for his death. Everything he did wrong, was blamed on me. After I gave birth, his family tried to take my son, file for custody. Of course, they lost their case and got absolutely no rights to him. But I still felt trapped. I was looking online for a job as far away possible. I saw Chibs had wrote in on some job classifieds site for someone to come manage TM, I called and got the job. I packed my bags and five months later, here I am. It took me awhile because I had to get all our shit transferred. But Colt and I are here now. That’s all that matters.”

 The room fell silent. Even Juice, who was the talkative one of the group as I had learned, was quiet. You could hear a pin drop as all the members tried to process what I had just told them.

 “Damn,” was all that Rat said. That’s all that anyone said.

[soaronmywings]

Magical (Rane Quinn x Reader)

Y/BF/N= Your Best Friend’s Name (I put this in there bc I'm not a fan of reading fics with people's names that I don't even know) Warnings: Swearing, drinking, horrible pickup lines, smutty smut smut, Unprotected Sex

Y/BF/N dragged you to one of these popular SAMCRO parties, you weren't one to go out and party. You don't even know why you agreed, you weren't fat but you sure as hell weren't one of these skinny bitches rubbing all over the men in leathers. You had a little chub, and it made you a little insecure. Why Y/BF/N decided to drag you of all people to a huge party with alcohol and hookers? So there you sat, at the bar on a stool nursing a beer watching as your friend was grinding against a cute Puerto Rican with a mohawk, she at least had a decent taste. She was wasted as he pulled her down the hallway around the corner, well both of them were wasted if you were going to be honest. You barely even noticed the massive, blonde man sit down next to you. “I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met. I would remember a pretty face like that.” You could hear the cheeky smile in his voice as he spoke. You looked up at the unknown man that just sat down next to you and rather poorly tried to flirt. He was hot, built and heavily tattooed. “My buddies bet me that I wouldn't be able to start a conversation with the most beautiful girl in the bar. Wanna buy some drinks with their money?” He asked you a grin plastered all over his face. You couldn't help but laugh. “Was it that bad?” He laughed as he leaned into you more to try and tune out the loud music. “I'm Quinn.” He stuck out his hand for you to shake. “Y/N.” You smiled as you shook his hand. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He winked at you before waving over the girl behind the counter to order you two a round of shots. ** You and Quinn downed yet another shot, you were pretty tipsy but Quinn seeming to hold his liquor was still cracking horrible pickup lines. The thing is the moment you saw his green eyes you were instantly interested, wanting to know more. You didn't need the cheesy pickup lines, but they were adorable so you let him keep going. “Are you a magician?” He asked you a smile forming on his face. For such a big tough guy, he acted pretty childish, it was part of his charm. You shook your head. “Nope.” You popped the ‘p’ before taking a sip of whiskey. “Because whenever I look at you everyone else disappears.” And it was true. When the two of you talked everyone else disappeared, the music drowned out and it was great. You smiled into your drink before putting it down on the bar top. Never have you been with someone that made you feel like this. Everyone treated you like shit, or just tried to get in your pants. Quinn was different. So you did what your gut was telling you, ignoring everything your brain was warning you not to do and went in for a kiss. You pressed your lips to his and to your surprise he kissed you back, his hand wrapping around your head with his fingers lacing through your hair. You were going to go out of your comfort zone tonight. You were going to let your heart take you wherever it planned on taking you. You clutched the patches on his leather cut as the two of you kissed, and you had to say that it was magical, no pun intended. The two of you pulled away gasping for air. His large hand took your small one and led you down the same hallway that your friend just hours ago was walking down, maneuvering through people left and right. You reached a door that looked the same as all the others and he opened it with his free hand, letting you go through first. It was a simple room with a bed, desk bathroom, and pin up posters, nothing much to it. He closed and locked the door before taking your face into his hands and kissing you again, this time with more heat. The height difference between the two of you make this extremely difficult, you pulling down on his neck and him lifting you up. You end up with your back pressed against the wall with your legs wrapped around his torso as he kisses and nibbles at your neck. Quinn shrugged off his kutte as you began to lift up his shirt, feeling just how toned he is and god was it turning you on. He pulled back just enough for you to take off his shirt and fling it across the room before latching onto your lips. You tugged on his hair, deepening the kiss, which caused a moan to rise out of his throat. “Are you sure you want to?” He panted looking directly into your eyes. You nodded. “Absolutely.” You responded with a smile on your face. That was the response he needed. He carried you over to the bed, setting you on the ground and turning you around to take your dress off. As he unzipped your dressed he kissed down your back as soon as new skin was exposed, his facial hair sending chills down your spine. Quinn pushed the straps of your dress off, letting you step out of your dress leaving you in nothing but your lacy black panties. You turned around and pressed a kiss to his lips as you undid his belt, pulling it out of the loops of his jeans. In all honesty, you were nervous as hell. You've been on a dry spell for months and this hottie was going to break it? Right now? You shook the doubts out of your head and continued, unbuttoning his jeans and letting them fall to the ground. That's when the animal in him took over. Quinn pushes you onto the bed into a laying position before yanking off your panties leaving you completely exposed. You watched him as he took off his boxers at an agonizingly slow pace. “Oh please, just fuck me already.” You didn't realize just how whiny you sounded until the words came out of your mouth. He ignored your begs and continued to slowly take them off. You watched as his erection stood up proudly in front of you and you bit your lip at the size of him. “Tell me you want this.” He growled in your ear. You grabbed a lock of his blonde hair and pulled him down to you. “I want this. I want you Quinn.” You purred in his ear before kissing behind his ear. Quinn pulled you to the edge of the bed, where your ass was hanging off slightly. He took both of your ankles into one hand lifting you up slightly giving him easier access to your dripping core. He carefully slid into you, and you moaned loudly. Slowly he began to rock, setting a torturously slow pace. “I think I'm going to take my time. I like watching you squirm underneath me when I do.” His voice was low and turned you on even more. You wanted to wrap your legs around his waist and take all of him in, but he was constricting you of doing so by holding your ankles tightly. “Please-  Faster.” You couldn't even form words. This man knew just how to set you over the edge. Quinn let go of your legs, letting you wrap them around him and fill you all the way up. He lifted your body up, still inside you and moved you to the top of the bed before releasing you. He thrusted fast and hard, causing you to moan embarrassingly loud. He began a rough pace, thrust after thrust hitting your g-spot perfectly. “I'm going to make you come until you can't breath.” He moaned in between thrusts. He was enjoying this just as much as you were. Quinn wrapped a hand around your throat and leaned down taking one of your exposed breasts into his mouth. Everything at once set you over the edge. You clenched around him and squeezed your eyes shut as your orgasm inched closer. He moved his free hand down and rubbed your clit, which caused your orgasm to let loose, and you gasped for breath. Quinn let go of your throats and place kisses up your neck before pulling out and rolling over next to you on the bed. A smile grew on your face as you kissed his neck, sucking lightly leaving a trail of hickeys. “No no, I'm not done with you just yet.. It's my turn to make you come.” You winked up at him as you climbed up on top of him. You slowly slid down on his length and began to ride him. He grabbed your hips and began setting a faster pace, meeting you with hard thrusts. “Oh Quinn.” You moaned loudly. He watched as your perfect breasts bounced with each thrust. “Say my name- Louder” he groaned closing his eyes. He grabbed your ass as he thrusted into you harshly. “Quinn!” You almost yelled. He let go, coming inside you as he say up pressing kisses to your collarbone and neck and you intertwined your fingers in his hair holding him there. You both stayed in the same position for what seemed like forever, him placing tender kisses all over your chest and you played with his hair. You decided to get up and go take a shower in the bathroom the just so happened to be in the same room- thank god. “Round three?” You winked at him as you beckoned for him to follow you, wiggling your ass as you did so.