#Sons of Anarchy oneshot

[justanoasisimagines]

Hello Darlin'

Summary; Jax writes you a letter while in Prision. Pairing; Jax Teller x Female Reader Warnings; Strong Language

I know you've been busy with the kids and everything else while I've been stuck in this shithole. We're working on getting out of here but it's taking longer than planned. Shit has gone south.

I'm still counting down the days until I see your gorgeous face. It's the only thing keeping going. Apart from the kids of course.

Are the kids behaving themselves? Remember if you need a break or their getting under your feet, just take them over to my Mom's. She'll gladly take them for a few hours. Spoil them rotten and all.

I've sent you a visiting order so I can talk to you in person. Our phone calls aren't cutting it anymore.

Love you Darlin'

Jax

[mysticalmallard]

♥︎ Spending the night for the first time ♥︎

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🦆: This is a new thing I'm trying, group drabbles, so I can write for more characters at once with the same scenario to challenge myself to make each drabble unique from the others....let me know if you want more like this and what scenario you want next ♥︎

♡ This one includes: Tig Trager, Herman Kozik, Jax Teller, Opie Winston, Chibs Telford, Juice Ortiz, Happy Lowman ♡

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Tig Trager

He yawns as he looks at the clock on the wall, noticing the time.

"Damn, it's late. You can take the bed, darlin'. I'll just crash on the couch."

He heads over to the couch and falls, landing on his back. He kicks his legs back and forth dramatically, getting comfortable.

"You don't have to do that Tiggy, is your bed not big enough for two?" She giggles

He smiles and sighs.

"Oh no, it is. I just didn't want you to feel awkward or nothin'. But if you don't mind sharing the bed, I don't mind at all."

He stands and walks into the bedroom, flopping down on the bed.

"But I do wanna warn you. Snorings a huge problem of mine."

He grins, looking up at her.

"And I'm a bit of a cuddler, too."

she laughs, joining him in bed

Tig lays down, pulling her to him. He sighs, resting his chin on top of her head.

Herman Kozik

Koziks girlfriend was spending the night at his place for the first time, and she was both excited and nervous. As she got ready for bed, she couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious in just a oversized T-shirt and panties. "Do I look okay like this?" she asked Kozi, who was already in bed.

Kozi looked up from his phone and smiled warmly. "You look perfect," he reassured her. "I like seeing you in my clothes." He patted the bed next to him. "C'mere."

She smiled back and climbed into bed next to him, snuggling up against his side. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

"Relax," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You being here is all I care about."

Kozik chuckled and gave her a playful nudge. "You're so tense. What are you worried about? we've shared a bed before and you know i don't bite... unless you ask me to." His eyes glinted with mischief as he gave her a wink.

She laughed, some of the tension in her body easing at his joke. "I don't know," she admitted, pressing her face into his shoulder. "I guess I just want everything to be perfect. I don't want to mess this up."

Kozi's expression softened. He stroked her hair gently and said, "Hey, there's no such thing as perfect. And you're not gonna mess anything up. I want you here with me, that's all. Just be yourself, and we'll figure it out together, okay?"

Jax Teller

Jax had been seeing his new girlfriend for a few weeks now, and he was falling for her hard. But he was a man who was used to living a certain way, and he knew that spending the night together would change things.

He had a rule - he never let women stay over. But he wanted her to, this time.

He watched her as she got ready to leave, his eyes roaming appreciatively over her body. She looked so beautiful, her hair down and cascading down her back, but there was something deeper than just physical desire.

As she looked up at him, he saw a vulnerability in her expression that tugged at his heartstrings. He wanted to have her close, to protect her, to wake up with her in his arms.

"Stay tonight. Stay with me." His voice was soft and low, the words coming out more like a plea than a demand. Jax knew he was taking a chance by breaking his own rule, but it felt right. The connection he had with her was different from anything he'd ever experienced before.

She looked slightly taken aback by his suggestion. She hadn't expected him to ask her to stay, but now that he had, she found herself contemplating the idea. Staying the night seemed like a big step, a move that would bring them closer together. She knew that if she agreed, things would never be the same between them.

She looked back and forth between his eyes, her expression a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. She had never seen this more vulnerable side of Jax before. For a long moment, it seemed like she was contemplating what to do.

Then, slowly, she nodded her head, her mouth curving up into a small smile. "Okay. I'll stay."

Opie Winston

Opie had never been one for emotional attachments they just didn't seem like a good investment anymore. But then she walked into his life. He hadn't been expecting it, but he found himself drawn to her, the way she smiled, the way she laughed, the way she carried herself.

And now, after weeks of dating, he felt something shift. He found himself wanting her to stay the night. It was a big step for him. It would be the first time sleeping next to someone since Donna.

He nervously cleared his throat, looking down at his hands as he spoke. "So, I know we've been dating for a while now, and things are going pretty well, right? And I was thinking... well, I don't know, maybe you could stay the night? Tonight?"

The words came out more like a question than a statement, and he didn't look up to meet her eye. He was feeling uncharacteristically vulnerable, and he didn't know how she would react.

The silence that hung in the air between them felt like an eternity, and Opie couldn't bear to look up. He braced himself for rejection, ready to laugh it off and brush it off as a joke. But just as he was about to speak, he heard her voice.

"I'd like that."

The words were simple, but they were like a breath of fresh air to him. He looked up, surprise written on his face, as if he hadn't really expected her to say yes. But there she was, smiling at him, her eyes warm and gentle.

"Really?" he asked, still a hint of disbelief in his tone. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling a mix of relief and excitement wash over him.

"Yeah." She confirmed with a laugh. "I'd love to spend the night here with you. I just wasn't sure if you were ready for something like that."

Opie exhaled a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "To be honest, I wasn't sure either," he admitted with a sheepish grin.

He reached out and took her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. "But i'm ready now. I want you to stay. I want to wake up next to you."

Chibs Telford

The evening had drawn to a close and it was well after midnight. Chibs was sat on his couch with his lass, wrapped in his arms and cuddled under a blanket, the two of them watching a random movie on TV. Chibs was slowly tracing patterns on her hip with his thumb as they both stared at the screen in front of them.

“Ye staying over tonight?” He asks in a low voice, glancing down at her.

“Yeah, if that’s alright with you.” She responds, tilting her head up to look into his eyes.

Chibs smiles and nods, resting his chin on the top of her head. “Absolutely.” He says, shifting to pull her tighter against his chest. “That’s fine with me.”

The movie continued on, though Chibs was more focused on his girlfriend than the plot unfolding in front of them. Every now and then, he’d place a soft kiss on her forehead or the top of her head and rub small circles on her hip.

Once the movie finally came to an end, he grabbed for the remote and shut off the TV before shifting to look down at her again. “Ready for bed, darlin’?” He asks in a low voice.

Chibs chuckles softly under his breath as he looks down at her already fast asleep, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He reaches out to brush a few strands of hair out of her face before carefully maneuvering around her to pick her up in his arms bridal style.

She stirs slightly, burying her face into his chest and wrapping her arm around his neck. He carries her towards his bedroom, kicking the door open with his foot and entering the room. He sets her down on the bed carefully before going around to the other side to lay down next to her.

Chibs wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her closer towards him, her back pressing against his chest. He nuzzles his face into her hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo.

As he pulls the covers up over them, he can’t help but think about how nice it was to have her there with him. It had been a while since he’d had a woman spend the night with him and he found himself getting comfortable with the idea. He places a soft kiss on the top of her head before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep with her in his arms.

Juice Ortiz

Juice laid in bed, shirtless with his boxers on. Rubbing his eyes he looked over at his phone and read the time, 10:46pm. He heard the water running in bathroom, he knew his girlfriend was taking a shower.

He groaned and tossed his phone down on the bed, he laid there staring at the ceiling patiently waiting for her to come out the bathroom.

The water finally turned off, he turned to glance at the bathroom door. He heard her humming. He rolled on his back and groaned impatiently. After 10 more minutes of waiting she came out the bathroom, with her hair in a towel already dressed Juice frowned realising he wanted her to stay.

"What are you doing?" Juice mumbled, she glanced over at him smiling. "Getting ready to go home." She stated.

Juice grabbed her wrist and tugged her back down towards him. "Stay." He mumbled with a pout.

"I can't, i have work in the morning" she pouted back, but Juice tugged her until her back was against his chest and his arm was wrapped around her waist.

"Stay the night." He mumbled into her ear.

"Juice" she whined.

"Just this once?" Juice pleaded.

She was about to protest again but his pout and puppy dog eyes made her melt. "Fine" she mumbled, rolling her eyes and juice smirked.

He kissed her shoulder and tightened his grip on her waist. "Good." He mumbled into her skin. He shifted them so they were both laying down and he was spooning her.

"Juice, you got to let me up so I can change again. I'm not sleeping in jeans," she laughs.

Juice groaned and tightened his grip. "No, stay like this." He mumbled, and she laughed some more.

"Come on, I'll be quick." She said while trying to move. Juice gripped her hips and pulled her back to his chest, wrapping his arms around her torso.

Juice buried his face in the back of her neck, inhaling her scent. He kissed a few spots and then planted one final kiss on her shoulder before mumbling against her skin. "You're not going anywhere."

Happy Lowman

Happy was in his apartment on the couch waiting for his girlfriend to arrive. It was the first time she was staying overnight, and he had spent the evening tidying the place up and making sure everything was perfect.

As the clock ticked on as he sat in silence watching it, there was a knock on the door. Happy jumped up from the couch and went to answer it. Standing on the porch was his girlfriend, drenched from the rain.

"Hey Hap, thanks again for letting me crash here I didn't wanna deal with my roommates drama tonight" she says backpack on her damp sholder.

Happy grins, admiring her wet appearance before pulling her inside and closing the door behind her. "It's no problem. I'm glad you're here."

She shivers, and he wraps his arms around her, drawing her close to him."Cold?" he asks, rubbing his hands up and down her back.

She nods, leaning into him, her body still shivering. "Freezing."

Happy smirks and leads her further into the apartment, towards the bedroom. "Let's get you out of these wet clothes then."

They enter his bedroom and he reaches out to unzip her jacket, his hands skimming over her curves as he helps her out of it. Her shirt is next, and he pulls it off over her head, exposing her bare skin to his gaze.

He tosses her one of his shirts from his draws as she pulls her jeans off. She slips the large shirt over her head and onto her body, the soft material falling down to cover her thighs.

He watches her admiringly, his eyes tracing over her figure. "You look better in my shirt than I do," he says with a smirk.

She smiles and rolls her eyes as she playfully swats at him. "Shut up."

He chuckles and pulls her closer, his arms wrapping around her waist. "I mean it, you look good in anything - or nothing."

"Come on we agreed, no more fun stuff until we figure us out" she pouts looking up at him.

Happy sighs and rests his forehead against hers, knowing she's right. "Fine, no fun stuff. But that rule doesn't stop me from being able to admire you." He runs his fingers through her damp hair, his touch gentle as his hands trail down her neck and settle at her hips. He pulls her closer against him, their bodies pressing together.

"I'm still gonna enjoy having you here though," he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly as he pulls her towards the bed.

They crawl into bed together, under the covers. He wraps himself around her, his strong arms enclosing her in a protective embrace. She snuggles into his chest, feeling warm and safe in his arms.

"Mmm, this is nice," she sighs, her breath fanning across his skin.

[persephone411]

The flannel stays on

Based off this post because who dosn’t want to wear one of Jax oversize flannels. This is pure fluff

You smiled In relief as you saw the red flannel in his closet, he hadn’t taken it with him. Club business. That was all Jax had told you before he had gotten on his bike. This was now three days ago and you missed him. So much that you were now searching through his closet and seemingly endless collection of flannel shirts to find that specific one. Some girls love their boyfriend boxers, hoodies or shirts but for you it were the flannels (although the hoodies came shortly after). Especially that red one had a special place in your heart. Just the imagine of Jax wearing it, with the sleeves rolled up could make your panties wet. Quickly you dropped the towel you were wrapped in after showering and slid into the soft fabric. It was perfection. Slightly oversized, soft and it smelled like Jax. You couldn’t suppress a giggle as you took in Jax scent, a happy sigh leaving you. Then you grabbed a pair of panties from the travel bag you brought and practically jumped into his bed. Although he was gone, you could practically feel his presence from the messy sheets to the full ashtray on the bedside table. Although you were tired you grabbed your phone.

I miss you

You texted him with a sad emoji. Then you placed the phone on bed bedside table and curled up in his bed. It was empty without him, way too big. With a sigh you pulled the covers over you and buried your nose in the pillows. After a while you finally fell asleep

You had no idea how late it was when Jax returned. Quietly he entered the bedroom and undressed to his boxers. Then he climbed into bed

“Jax?” You murmured sleepily, barely opening your eyes

“Shhh, go back to sleep darling”. His voice was a deep whisper. You could feel him lay down next to him and imediatly after his muscular arms were wrapped around you to pull you closer against his chest. You hummed happily and turned around to cuddle against his chest

“I missed you”

“I missed you too darling” his right hand started to caress your hair while his left one was still wrapped around your middle. Silently you laid together, enjoying the closeness.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” He asked after a bit, playfully tugging on the flannel . You nod sleepily, completely relaxed in his arms.

The next time you woke up, the sun was already shining though the blinds, With a groan you open your eyes. It was way too bright in Jax bedroom. Lazily you pulled the covers over your head, ready to fall back asleep. “what’s going on?“ Jax voice was deep and raspy and you could feel him moving next to you.

“Nothing, the light is annoying me”

You could hear him chuckle as he sat up. Slowly you rolled onto your back to look at him. He looked perfect, nearly angelic with his naked torso, messy hair and a relaxed smile on his face.

“You are wearing my shirt” he noticed.

“Hm? Oh yeah I borrowed it” you shrugged. Although you have been a couple for multiple months now, Jax intense gaze could still make you blush like a schoolgirl.

“You look gorgeous like that. Lying in my bed, wearing my shirts” he murmured while moving a strand of hair out of your face. Again you couldn’t help but giggle while Jax fingertips moved from your face to your jaw, and neck until finally reaching the collar of the shirt. Before you could say anything he had already undone the first button but then stopped.

“You know what? The flannel stays on during sex”

[juancarlos-ortiz]

Denial - Juice Ortiz x Reader One Shot

A/N: A quick little one shot for Juicy pants - something sweeter this time! I am still working on Marked for Carnage but my life is a little hectic right now. Fingers crossed, next week the next chapter will be up. Please feel free to request a one shot if you wish! I will write for almost anyone from SOA.

Warnings: alcohol, swearing, mentions of sex (off page), kissing, smoking

Word Count: 1466 words

You bopped your head along to the music as you pulled the bottle opener from your back pocket, popping the tops off the beers in front of you. "Here you go, guys," you said, placing them on the bar in front of Tig and Chibs. "Thank you, sweetheart," Tig tipped his bottle your way whilst Chibs gave you a nod. You moved down the bar, serving members and the sweetbutts that hung off them. You had been working the bar for SAMCRO parties for many months now after your friend had begged you to tag along one night after they were down a person. You reluctantly agreed, having heard stories from other girls you knew were croweaters about how rowdy the parties could be and handsy the guys were. But surprisingly it had been a fun night and any guys that did try to hit on you, actually seemed to take no for an answer.

No, there was only one guy in this building you would want putting his hands on you. And he currently made his way to the bar, his eyes meeting yours and a smirk on his face. "What can I get ya, Juice?" you asked, already knowing his answer as you reached down into the fridge below the bar to grab a beer. "Beer please, beautiful," he winked, causing your skin to prickle with heat. Ignoring him, you popped the top and handed it over. He took a long sip and you watched the column of his throat dip as he swallowed, your blood rushing to your core and heart beginning to thump harder. He put his beer on the bar and smiled, aware of just how much he affected you. Crossing his forearms against the wood he lent in. "Busy tonight, sweetness?" he asked. You rolled your eyes, flicking the dishcloth over your shoulder out to lightly snap his arm. "Always busy, sweetness," you mocked before moving on to fulfill another order.

Juice stayed at the bar, watching as you moved around, taking orders, making people laugh, smoothly moving in between the other girls and the Prospects who were also working. He was playing it cool, but in reality his palms were drenched with sweat and his stomach was alive with butterflies. He could stand and watch you all night long, no croweater or pool game even a lick of competition to you. He felt someone elbow his side. Turning to face Chibs, he nodded in greeting. "A little distracted tonigh', aren't ye Juicy?" his brother asked. Juice just shrugged and had another long sip of his beer. "Been a long week, kinda tired," he lilted, trying unsuccessfully to pull his eyes from you. You passed a straw over to Piney with a laugh and shake of your head before you were heading back over to him, the sway in your hips and crook of your mouth making his pants suddenly tighter.

"You want another one?" you asked, tossing the dishcloth over your shoulder again. "I'll take whatever you want to give me," he prompted, causing your mouth to open. Juice was never usually this flirty at parties. You heard a scoff from a few seats down. "Would you two just hurry up and fuck already?!" Tig challenged, putting a cigarette into his mouth and lighting it. Chibs began to laugh into his drink. You huffed and crossed your arms. "What the hell are you talking about, Tiggy?" you sassed, lifting up their drinks and giving the table a wipe down. "You two," Tig motioned his beer to point between you and Juice. "The undressing with the eyes, the flirting…. It's painful," he blinked slowly. "Just do us all a favour and fuck each other." You let out a short laugh, your nerves setting in. What Tig didn’t know was that you and Juice had already had a roll in the sheets. Many… many… many… rolls in the sheets.

But it wasn't something you had made public purely because it was casual and you didn’t want to be seen as someone that any of the guys could have. Juice had agreed because he was fine with upkeeping his bachelor status with his brothers. You weren't exclusive but you certainly had not been with anyone else. You were unsure about Juice, and honestly you didn’t want to ask, but you were both being careful and it was just a bit of fun. But the last few times it had happened it had felt a little more than casual to you. It always happened at your place, usually after a SAMCRO party. The first few times Juice would usually leave pretty quickly after - which had been fine with you - but now he had made the choice to stay the night and usually for breakfast. Which meant you got to talk more, which in turn meant you got to know him better. And that had sparked some unexpected and intense feelings pretty quickly. You had been ignoring them because it seemed like Juice was on the casual train still and you didn’t want to fuck up what you guys had going.

"There is no undressing with the eyes, and Juice flirts with everyone," you shrugged, holding your hands out to lean against the bar. "Yeah right, and I'm the King of England," Tig rolled his eyes. "Can you believe the denial we're hearing right now?" he asked Chibs. "Ye better make a move soon though, swee'heart," Chibs chimed in. "If you don’t make a claim, someone else will." He and Tig got off their stools and moved over to the chairs where Bobby was lounging with a sweetbutt in his lap. You laughed humourlessly, before turning to move away. A hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. You looked up at Juice. "He was just kidding," he said, a forced smile on his face. You nodded and tried to smile back, shrugging your shoulders. "It's fine, Juice," you tried to step away but he held his grip. "You know there's no one else, right?" he asked, his wide brown eyes searching yours. "So what if there was?" you asked. Juice shook his head, gently pulling your arm so you would step back closer to him.

"I'm telling you, right now, there is no one else," he was dead serious, dragging his hand down your arm to lightly grasp your hand, giving you enough freedom to pull out of his grip if you wanted. "What are you doing, Juice?" you asked, looking over your shoulder to make sure the other girls were getting the drinks served. "You have to have noticed that things have been different," he pondered. "Like, a good kind of different." You swallowed thickly, nodding slowly. "I have but…" you lick your lips, Juice's eyes dropping to track the movement. "I didn’t think you did. Or that it's what you would want to be happening." Juice smiled. "You," he ran his thumb over the tops of your knuckles. "Are the only one I want to be going with. Going home to," he confessed. You blinked rapidly. "Is that ok with you?" he asked. You smiled nervously, narrowing your eyes. "It's definitely ok with me, but are you sure?" you asked apprehensively. He tugged on your hand lightly. "Come here, baby. Stake your claim," he stepped back and gestured towards himself. You chuckled, shaking your head, still unsure if this was real or some kind of cruel joke.

Stepping around the bar, you walked to him nervously. When you were close enough, Juice reached out to grasp your waist, pulling you into him quickly. You laughed, colliding with his chest. Grasping the lapels of his cut you tried to ignore the feeling of surprised eyes on you. "You're sure about this?" you ask again, making Juice sigh. "Positive," he said, squeezing your sides teasingly. "No more sweetbutts," you remind him. "And I know that you have that run clause thing but that shit doesn’t sit right with me either," you admit to him. "Baby," he tilts his head, eyes never leaving yours. "I haven’t been with any sweetbutts for months. Ask the other guys. The first time you dragged me through your front door and threw me down on your bed was it for me. There's been no one else. And won’t be. I don’t give a shit about the run clause." You smiled softly, heart warm with his confession. "Well in that case," you pulled him by his cut to meet you in a searing kiss, smiling at Juice's surprised sigh while his hands moved down to slip into your back pockets. "Atta boy, Juicy!" you heard Tig shout. Bobby cursed as he fished into his pocket, pulling out two $10 notes and handing one each to Tig and Chibs.

[brunettemarionette]

Can I have a fluffy request for Happy Lowman with cute, blanket and love.

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Laughter echoed softly through the living room as you and Happy settled into your favorite spot on the couch. It was cold out, and fall was officially here.

The fire crackled gently, casting a warm glow over the room. You snuggled deeper into the thick, knitted blanket that covered both of you, which you had to force over his lap.

"Do you think they're cute?" you asked, glancing at the TV playing a corny romantic comedy. You bit your lip, suppressing a giggle at the characters' antics and the plot's ridiculousness.

Happy chuckled, his signature smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Sure, but not as cute as you," he teased, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words; he always had his own way of making you feel special, even when he was teasing you. You scoffed lightly, tossing a handful of popcorn at him, laughing as he expertly dodged it.

"Stop it, or I might just fall in love with you all over again," you teased, your heart racing at the thought, but it was always easy falling for him over and over.

He turned serious for a moment, his blue eyes locking onto yours. "You know I'm already in this for real, right?" He leaned in closer, the warmth of his body mingling with the soft blanket enveloping you both. "You're mine… and I'm yours."

You felt your heart swell with love at his words, knowing Happy wasn't exactly the poster child of commitment before you. "I know," you whispered, smiling back at him.

Happy reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers brushing against the softness of your cheek as he captured your chin, leaning in for a kiss.

As the movie played on, you both settled into a comfortable silence, the blanket cocooning you in a sense of safety and warmth. A softness that no one would believe could come from the Tacoma Killer.

"Want to get a Chinese food and watch another shitty movie?" Happy asked, breaking the stillness as he glanced down at you.

"See, always saying the right things to make me fall for you again," I joke as I smile against his lips. "We can, but only if we can share it under this cute blanket,"

"Deal," he said with a grin, and you felt him pull you even closer.

The fire flickered, and the movie continued. You revelled in the simple joy of being in love with him, wrapped in your own little bubble, a world away from everything else.

Nothing mattered in these moments; anything outside of this didn't exist. Not the club and their problems, not the guys or Gemma. Just you and Happy cuddled up watching crappy rom-coms.

[willowsages-blog]

Unexpected visitor: chibs telford x female reader

It was lunchtime you were in the car with your toddler,

You placed her in the front seat with the car parked in the parking lot,

Giving her a few napkins in the rear view you could see someone driving a motorcycle

Chibs pulled into the parking spot on your daughter's side.

You made eye contact with him, a smiling form.

“Daddy” she cried out, as he opened the door pulling her into a soft embrace

He sat in her spot, placing her on his lap. Chibs grinned, looking over at You, placing a kiss on your lips.

[ravennaortiz]

Request

Ohh can you pretty please do a juice one with prompts 17 & 41?? And maybe a little angsty and smutty? Please & thank you!

Prompts

17. I love you

41. How did you get that brusie?

A little angsty and smut for our sweet baby boy Juice? I sure can do that! As Always my stories are 18+. TW: DV,Infidelity

Requested by @mischiefnevermanaged89-blog

Love Rising

Juice isn't sure why he said it. Too be fair he hadn't realized he had spoken those three words out loud. It wasn't until he realized you had frozen, still hovering over his face that he realized he had uttered them. The silence was some how so loud. His grip on your entwined hands tightened, wanting to keep you from running. He was kicking himself mentally for being so stupid. Neither of you were in a position where this could be public.

Your heart was pounding not just from the orgasms Juices skilled mouth had pulled from you but also his words. The implication that what had been quickies and sneaking around had turned into much more. You couldn't deny you too had fallen for him as well. "I love you too" you whispered as you leaned forward pressing your lips to his. Your kiss was cut short by your phone going off. You both glanced at the clock knowing it was Chibs letting you know your old man was on his way home.

*Later that Night*

"How did you get that bruise?" asked Jax glaring at your inner thigh as his fingers traced the darkened area of skin.

"I don't know. You know how clumsy I am" you replied carefully with a small laugh. Jax simply nodded before moving back over you, his mouth finding yours.

You tried not to flinch at his touch. He repulsed you and the relationship between you two had been dead for awhile due to his inability to keep it in his pants. If it had legs, a warm hole and somewhat breathed you could guarantee your Old man had been inside it at least once. Not that you had much room to judge after what you had been doing with Juice.

Jax had been suspicious you were stepping out when you refused him in bed months ago. Little did he know you hadn't yet but him setting his intelligence officer on you had been all the fuel you needed to do so.

You had been so lost in your thoughts that you hadn't realized Jax had stopped kissing your neck. The fury in his eyes told you that Juice hadn't been as careful earlier as he thought. "You fucking whore" growled Jax as he grabbed a fistful of your hair.

***

"Are you okay?" inquired Juice as he knelt next to where you sat on your bed, gun still in your trembling hand. "Is he dead?" you asked your eyes still on Juice but far away. You had no idea how long you and Jax had been fighting for before you had grabbed his gun off the nightstand and blindly fired.

Juice glanced over to Chibs who nodded. "Don't think you missed a single shot Lassie" murmured Chibs as he looked over Jax's bullet hole riddled body. "I'll get this taken care of. Take her home and get her cleaned up and in bed" stated Chibs as he pulled his phone out to start making calls.

Once Chibs was out of the room you chuckled softly. "Guess we don't have to hide anymore" you whispered as Juice grinned and kissed your forehead.

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[bluecruz97]

Sons Of Anarchy One Shots Part.1

Gemma: I sleep with a gun under my pillow.

Tara: I sleep with a knife.

Y/N: Both of you are pathetic.

Tara: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Y/N: Tig!

Tig: 🤭

[hatersaremymotivators]

Okay so I'm going to start writing fanfiction. I will write for the following:

Sons of anarchy:

Jax

Opie

Tig

Chibs

Happy

Half-Sack

Juice

Kozik

RatBoy

Mayans MC:

Angel Reyes

EZ Reyes

Gilly

Coco

Creeper

Bottles

Guero

Manny

Bishop

Yellowstone:

Kayce Dutton

Rip Wheeler

Ryan

Walker

For any other requests feel free to send an ask or dm and I can do my best to get it written for you.

[mushupork4u]

Reyes Brothers X Reyes Sister OC

Prompt: The boys come home late and sit on the couch with Carmen and watch TV

(Any thing in italics is Spanish)

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It was past twelve when Carmen heard the familiar rumble of the Harley Bikes enter the neighborhood. A tired smile turning up her face as she continued watching Narcos and fawning over Pedro Pascal.

She heard the engines cut off and before she knew it, the boys were in the kitchen. Their voices echoing quietly as they heated the left over dinner up and eventually, wandered their way into the living room.

“Why are you still up?” Angel had asked, furrow browed and tense shouldered, he plopped down on her left while Ezekiel quietly made his wave over to her right.

She shrugged her shoulder, bourbon eyes still struck open. “Couldn’t sleep.”

Ezekiel had sighed, a piece of chicken from his fajita sticking out from the corner of his mouth as he spoke. “You need melatonin gummies.”

Her quiet huff left them curious as she eyed the screen, both of them watching Javier Peña arrest someone, and their little sister enjoy it a little too much. “If you keeping looking at the TV like you wanna sleep with it, I’m gunna talk dad into throwing it out.” Ezekiel hummed, making a light hand smack at his bicep before Carmen’s head leaned to the left on Angels shoulder.

“You’re my new favorite.” She joked, allowing the older male to smile at her tired face and sunken in eyes.

Ezekiel swallowed another bite of his food before turning to look at them both. “It’s okay, I’m still the best looking.”

“Oh fuck off.” Both her and Angel grunted, and Ezekiel almost choked, because in that minute, he saw both Marisol and Felipe berating him.

The two looked at Ezekiel’s face, the slight hint of fear that they saw did not go unnoticed, but once Carmen saw that Felipe was not awake and ready to ridicule them, she sat back and continued spending the silence with her brothers.

Though the unease she felt before was gone, knowing that their bikes were outside, and they were home safe with no injuries and full bellies, it made her extremely exhausted.

Her eyes lulled into the back of her head within minutes of their last conversation, and she worried of nothing.

“She’s asleep.” Angel had whispered, and true to his word, Ezekiel looked to see that Carmen had leaned her head on the couch and passed out sitting up.

The two had shared a glance of worry, Ezekiel moving the younger girl easily enough so her head was leaned onto his thigh and her legs folded onto Angels lap. “She’s exhausted.” The younger boy stated, it was a simple fact.

Paler skin, sunken in eyes, dehydrated, not sleeping. She had been this way since he got back, and only recently had he realized it’d gotten worse as she found out he was a prospect in his brothers club.

“She’s worried?” Angel questioned, calloused hands rubbing up her shins, back and forth like a calming method.

Ezekiel looked at the TV eyes glaring into it like it was nothing. “Yeah.”

“She shouldn’t be.” Angel had sighed, his hands stopping momentarily to rub circles into her skin with his thumbs.

His younger brother only let his hand fall to Carmen’s hair, petting the soft curls away from her face. “She can’t help it. School, work, worrying about dad just to come home to us gone.” His words sink deep, guilt burrowing it’s way into Angel’s stomach as he realized Carmen got someone that understood and he ripped it right away from her.

Taking candy from a baby but he took Ezekiel from her. After he avoided her and left her alone hoping he could protect her from the club, from the parties and from the life of chaos he lived so willingly most days.

He ended up dragging her straight into it.

Poor little Carmen Reyes was alone in the world, and the only safe heaven was the couch when her brothers had returned home safe and sound.

[cregansgf]

Unfair - Juice Ortiz

Unfair, unfair, -air

“No..” Juice whispered stopping in his tracks

Unfair, unfair, unfair, unfair

“Baby..Get up!” He cried falling to his knees

-air, -air

He moved her hair out of her face, his hands now covered in her blood.

Unfair, unfair, unfair, unfair

“Somebody help her! Please..” He yelled out

“Baby I’m okay” Y/n assured “Look Juice Im okay, Juice-“

Unfair, unfair, unfair, unfair

“Juice!” Chibs repeated slightly slapping his arm.

Juices eyes snapped open and he was outside still but now it was dark.

“You fell asleep out here again..” Chibs paused for a moment “You need to get home and take care of yourself. You can’t keep sleeping here”

Juice looked around for a moment before he realized where he was. He sat up turning his body so he was now facing her grave. “But..” He muttered tears forming in his eyes once more.

“I know, Juicy why don’t you stay with me tonight ye?”

He leaned forward placing a kiss on the picture of Y/n that was put on her tombstone. She was smiling brighter than ever looking at the person behind the camera. Him.

He stood up never taking his eyes off her face. “It’s unfair” He muttered

“In another life princess..”

Unfair, unfair, unfair, unfair

Unfair, unfair, unfair, unfair

This was so random but it popped into my head so

-hails🧸

[justanoasisimagines]

Protective Headcanons

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❀Jax knows from the moment he brings you into his world you're life's at risk. It's why Jax is considering doing it in the first place. ❀Jax teaches you how to protect yourself, if he's not there he wants you to know how to fight. ❀Jax insists there are weapons in your house. Baseball bats, guns, knives, Jax strategically places them around your house in case anyone were to surprise you. ❀Jax makes sure you have Gemma's number. He wants you to have her numbers in case of an emergency. ❀He asks Gemma to check up on you whenever he's away. He worries about you. Also Gemma's accustomed to situations in which her life could be in danger. ❀Jax making sure you're home has the best security system possible. He wants you to feel safe and secure when you're alone. ❀If Jax is in any doubt. he'll make you stay at the clubhouse. It's a safe place and he knows the club will look out for you.

❀Jax buying you a motorcycle helmet. So you can ride his motorcycle safely.

❀Jax is ready to drop everything to protect you. He'll always put things aside. Jax would fight to the death to protect you. You're one of the most important people in his life.

[mysticalmallard]

Lonely Nights

Description: Tig is struggling, and she knows he is but he hates these conversations and will do anything to distract her from them.

Word count: 2,470

Warnings ⚠️: Angst, suggestive wording alluding to smutty things but nothing graphic. But I am still gonna mark this post as 18+ MDNI

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Tig and his girlfriend lay in bed, struggling to get a descent nights rest. Tig stares up at the ceiling with one hand wrapped snuggly around her bare waist. She slowly turns on her side to face Tig, a sign she was still awake too.

"What's on your mind, Darlin' ?" Tig runs his fingers gently down her side in a soothing manner he knows that helps her relax.

"I can't sleep." She says softly, her voice still rasp from the lack of use. She lays her head on his chest, listening to his rhythmic heart beat.

"I've noticed" He responds, his large hand wrapping around her body and pulling her closer.

She sighs and nestles her head into the crook of his neck. He runs his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp. "You worried about something?" He breaks the silence as he continues to soothe her.

"I'm worried about you." She looks up at him from her spot on his chest, her head resting on her arm that is placed against him.

He turns his attention to her, a surprised look on his face. "Me?" He almost laughs.

"Yeah..." she sighs "things at the club are crazy right now and you are barely home anymore.....and since...Donna....you know the way she died....I'm just worried about you.." she whispers wanting to get her point across without upsetting him.

Tig sighs and leans forward to place a tender kiss at the top of her head. "Ain't nothing gonna happen to me doll. I'm fine." He leans back against the pillow and pulls her closer once more.

"Please don't give me that." She rolls her eyes at his nonchalance. "I haven't seen you in almost a month. You look like you've barely been sleeping, I can see the bags under your eyes, and God only knows how much you've been drinking. I'm really worried Tiggy"

Tig looks down at her, a look of annoyance crossing his face. "You sound like my mother right now." He says with a hint of distaste in his voice. "Please, just let it go."

"No...I'm not going to let it go. You aren't looking good and I'm worried you're going to get yourself hurt or...." She trails off, not wanting the words to actually come out of her mouth, afraid of speaking it into existence.

Tig's eyes soften at her tone. He knows she was worried, but he was fine, damn it all. He tightens his grip around her waist, rolling her to her back while he holds himself over her body."I'm fine, Darlin' ," he says in a tone she knows is only meant for her. He leans down close to her ear, his breath hot on her neck. "Stop worryin' so much...you're gonna go grey before ya hit thirty."

She lets out a shaky breath at the feeling of his breath on her skin. She gently rests her hands on his shoulders while he peppers light kisses along her neck. "Stop trying to distract me." She responds, her voice soft.

"It's working, ain't it?" He asks in between kisses, his hands gently roam her body. "Besides, I'd rather do this than talk about all the crap that's going on." He leaves a slight bite to her sensitive skin, her gasp only encouraging him.

"Well, I-" Her mind goes blank as his kisses make their way across her collarbone and onto her chest. He knew damn well what this did to her and he was using it to his full advantage.

His touch is gentle but firm against her skin as his hands roam her body, exploring every inch of her body he could in this moment. The room is filled with her soft gasps and sighs, her fingers lightly tracing his shoulders and arms as he makes his way slowly down her body.

He smirks against her skin as her hands find their way into his hair, pulling softly to coax the sound of a quiet moan from his lips. All her worries seemed to melt away when he touched her like this, but she still couldn't shake the feeling in the back of her mind.

His lips continue their gentle assault down her body until he reaches her stomach. He kisses her hips before going lower and leaving a trail of kisses on her inner thighs. She moans when his lips meet the sensitive skin and he grins between kisses.

She's now a panting mess and every worry she previously held was gone the moment he started touching her. One of her hands grips the sheets while the other still held tightly to his hair.

He continues his slow, languid kisses, enjoying every soft moan and gasp that escapes her lips. This was a good way to distract her, he thinks to himself. Her mind was far too occupied to think about anything else.

He takes his time in leaving his mark, knowing she wouldn't complain about any of the possessive love bites he would leave in her body. He could never get enough of the way she fell apart in his hands, completely at his mercy.

The only coherent thought she seemed to be able to keep in her head is the thought of how damn good he was at this. His mouth and hands worked in perfect harmony against her skin, sending her into a dizzying whirlwind of pleasure.

He could feel the way her thighs trembled under his touch and how her breathing was uneven and ragged. His own breathing grew heavy and she could feel the way the quiet moans vibrated against her skin.

He continues his gentle assault until she is left writhing beneath his touch, her eyes squeezed shut as the first wave of pleasure takes over her body. He places gentle kisses on the inside of her thighs as she slowly comes down from her high.

He moves back up to her side and pulls her against his body, holding her tightly against his chest. He tucks her head under his chin and wraps his arms around her. His fingers trace soothing patterns across her skin and gently pulls the sheets up and over their bodies.

She nestles her face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. As she starts to come back down to reality, the worries flood her mind again. Tig feels her tense in his arms, knowing what she was thinking about again.

"I can hear ya thinkin', Darlin'," He murmurs into her hair. His hand continues to move gently up and down her back.

"Can't help it," she says softly, her head still tucked under his chin. It was like a switch flipped and reality came back in full force. "I just...I worry about you. And...I worry about us."

Tig's grip tightens at her words, and his fingers stop their gentle patterns. "What do you mean you worry about us?" He asks, a hint of unease to his voice.

She lifts her head so she can look up at him, her lips slightly parted. "Everything is so chaotic with the club right now. You barely have any time to yourself and when you do, you come home either hurt, exhausted, or both. You barely eat or sleep at home and I'm worried you're going to get yourself killed. And on top of all of that, we barely spend any time together anymore." She says the last line quietly.

Tig's heart aches at her words, a pain in his chest as he stares down at her small form pressed against him. She was right, he knew she was. But she also knew the club came first. "Doll', you knew when we started dating I came in a package deal. The Sons come first, you know that."

"I know...and I'm fine with that, really I am" she sighs looking down tracing circles on his chest trying to find the best way to word it. "I guess I thought there would still be some time set aside for us...for you....I know its not realistic to have a fixed schedule and that you could be needed at any moment...but you deserve a day atleast..." she mumbles eyes down.

Hearing her say he deserves a day made his heart throb in his chest. He gently cups her face in his hand and guides her eyes up to his. "Darlin'...you know I-" he stops in the midst of his rebuttal as he sees the way her face looked. It was a mix of frustration, worry, and....sadness.

"I'm not asking you to set aside time every week, don't get me wrong." She sighs, her voice still a soft whisper. "But you're still human, you need to eat and sleep more than two hours a night. I just want you to...take care of yourself more. Be a little more careful with yourself." She says softly, her eyes pleading.

Looking into her eyes, he feels like he's looking into a wounded animal. She was worried about him, she genuinely didn't want anything to happen to him. He sighs and pulls her flush against his body once more, resting his forehead against hers. "You know I can't make any promises, Darlin'."

Her eyes close as he pulls her body against his, but a slight pang of hurt shoots through her. "I don't care if you make a promise, I just want you to try." She whispers, a desperate, pleading edge to her tone.

He winces at the tone in her voice. Damn it, he hated when she used that tone. He didn't want to worry her, but how could he make promises that he couldn't keep? "I-" he pauses for a moment, trying to find the right words. "I will try, okay? I'll fucking try, Doll'..." he says so softly she almost thinks she imagined it.

He opens his mouth to say more but his phone ringing interrupted him. He picks it up from the side table, they both recognise the number flashing on the screen.

Tig glances down at her to gauge her reaction knowing full well what the number meant. He had to leave now. He knew he did, but God damn he didn't want to.

He answers the phone anyway.He gives a simple "Yeah," to whoever is on the other end of the line. His gaze doesn't leave hers, but a guilty look is plastered across his face. He knows he's about to ruin her night again, it happens far too often now.

She's watching him with a hint of desperation and sadness in her eyes, already knowing the conversation will end the way it normally does. With him leaving.

As the person on the end of the line responds, Tig reluctantly tears his eyes away from her and glances at the clock. "I'll be there in twenty." He says before hanging up.

His heart clenches as he looks back at her, knowing exactly what she's thinking. This is how it always is: him getting a call at night and having to leave, leaving her in bed, alone, after she just poured her heart out to him. "Darlin'...I'm—" He stops mid sentence and sighs. It was pointless to even try to justify it, she knew the club came first.

She says nothing, sitting up off of him pulling the sheets to cover her chest....pausing looking up at him a small frown on her face "Ride safe, yeah?" She whispers with a small forced smile on knowing there was nothing she could say to make him stay.

Tig sighs as she sits up, knowing she's trying to push her feelings aside for now. "Yeah." He says, his eyes never leaving her's. It felt like a knife to the gut seeing her trying to pretend to be okay in this moment. "I'll be back before you know it." He tries to soothe her nerves but he knows it's pointless.

He sits up now too and turns away from her, his bare feet meeting the cool wooden floor. He stands and quickly grabs a pair of jeans from the dresser and pulls them on before grabbing a t-shirt and his socks. He gets dressed as quickly as possible, knowing he didn't want to draw this out any longer.

Once he's fully dressed he turns his attention back to her, still sitting on the bed looking so small and vulnerable. The sight makes his heart ache but he pushes the feeling down and moves back to her. He cups her face in his hands and gently kisses her forehead, feeling her body tense under his touch.

"I'm sorry, Darlin'." He whispers as he continues to hold her face in his hands. He sees the sadness in her eyes, the loneliness, and it hurts him to know he was the cause of it. He gently kisses her forehead again before moving his hands away from her face. She doesn't say a word, just continues to look at him, the hint of a lonely frown evident on her face.

He sighs and turns away, glancing at the clock on the bedside table once more. "I gotta go." He says finally, though it pains him to say the words. He hates leaving her like this, but he had a job to do and the club was waiting for him.

He moves around the foot of the bed and to the bedroom door, not stopping to look back at her knowing he'd lose his will to leave. He pushes the bedroom door open and walks through it, pausing in the small hallway for just a moment. His heart is in his throat and it feels like he's about to choke on it but he says the line he always does and he does it as gently as he can. "Don't wait up, Darlin'."

She waits until the sound of his bike completely faded out, and the silence of the night returned before she allowed herself to let her tears fall. She held them in as he got dressed and left, but now that she was left in the quiet of the house, alone, she couldn't stop them anymore.

She curled up in the bed, pulling the covers tightly around her body to try and seek comfort from the absence of Tig now. The quiet sobs shook her body and her tears soaked the pillow under her head and face.

The situation they were in was an endless cycle; he would leave, she would be alone and sad, he would come home, a short amount of time would be set aside for 'them' and then they would be on a timer until the next time he had to leave. It was the same cycle over, and over, and over again, and if something didn't change soon, she had a feeling it was the beginning of the end for them.

[marleyelona]

Mending the Rift

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Synopsis

HAPPY x OC had a fight and he wants to make up for it by surprising her with a little camping trip to the outskirts of Charming, which is something they love to do.

BEFORE CONTINUING, PLEASE READ: I've never written for Happy before, and I don't really know his character all that well, so if I wrote him completely wrong, I am so sorry.

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ : Smut will appear at the end of this chapter.

MENDING THE RIFT | (meet the oc)

EVELYN "EVE" BLACKWOOD

(KRYSTEN RITTER)

THE QUIRKY GOTH

Age: 27

Appearance:

Eve has long, jet-black hair, often styled in loose waves or in a messy bun, which often displays dyed streaks in vibrant colours like purple or blue.

Eve has dark brown, almost black eyes that carry a hint of mystery and depth within them. Often accentuated with heavy eyeliner and dark eyeshadow that goes well with her smooth porcelain-like complexion.

Eve is slim and petite, standing at 5'4". She has a few tattoos, including a prominent one of a raven on her left forearm and a crescent moon behind her right ear.

Eve is often described as the quirky goth from many of her friends. Her style could be described as gothic with a modern twist. She frequently wears black lace dresses, leather jackets, band t-shirts, ripped jeans, and combat boots. Her accessories usually include silver jewellery with occult symbols, chokers, and various rings.

Personality:

Eve has a unique and unconventional sense of humour, often finding amusement in dark or offbeat topics. She’s known for her witty and sometimes sarcastic remarks.

Eve is also highly intelligent, which comes from her love for reading and learning. She enjoys delving into the occult, mythology, and gothic literature.

Eve describes herself as a artist at heart. She enjoys painting, drawing, and crafting. Her creativity also extends to her fashion sense and the way she decorates her living spaces.

Despite her tough exterior, Eve is deeply caring and empathetic, always there to offer a listening ear to her friends and family. She is also fiercely loyal to the ones she loves.

Eve is strong-willed and independent. She values her independence and isn’t afraid to stand up for herself and others. She has a rebellious streak and dislikes being told what to do.

Backstory:

Eve grew up in a small town, feeling like an outsider due to her unconventional interests and style. She often found solace in books and art, developing a love for gothic culture and the occult.

She has a complicated relationship with her family, who never quite understood her. Despite this, she maintains a distant but respectful connection with them.

Eve works as a tattoo artist, a job that allows her to express her creativity and connect with like-minded individuals. She also sells her artwork online and at local fairs.

Relationship with Happy Lowman:

Eve met Happy at a local bar not long after he patched over to SAMCRO. Their initial connection was sparked by a mutual appreciation for dark humour and a shared sense of alienation from mainstream society. They have now been together for three years.

Their relationship is passionate and intense, marked by strong emotions and occasional conflicts. Despite their age difference, they share a deep bond and understanding. Happy’s rough exterior and Eve’s quirky personality complement each other in unexpected ways.

But like most couples, they occasionally clash due to their strong personalities and different coping mechanisms. However, they always find a way to reconcile, often through heartfelt gestures.

MENDING THE RIFT

THE EARLY MORNING SUN FILTERED THROUGH THE THIN CURTAINS OF THE SMALL BEDROOM, casting a warm, golden hue on the rumpled sheets where Eve lay alone. She was curled up under the covers, her raven-black hair splayed across the pillow, eyes red-rimmed and puffy from a sleepless night. The argument with Happy had been fierce, their words sharp and cutting, leaving emotional wounds.

Eve paced back and forth, her combat boots thudding against the wooden floor. Happy stood by the kitchen counter, his arms crossed, his face an impassive mask that displayed the storm brewing inside him.

"You can't just shut me out every time things get tough, Happy," Eve said, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt. "I know the club is important, but I'm here too. I deserve to know what's going on."

Happy's jaw tightened, "It's not your business, Eve. Club matters stay within the club. You know that."

"Don't give me that crap!" she snapped, stopping in her tracks to glare at him. "I'm not asking for details. I'm asking for you to talk to me. To let me in. You can't keep treating me like some outsider."

"I do it to protect you," Happy replied, his voice low and measured. "You don't understand the shit we deal with. It's better if you don't know."

Eve threw up her hands in frustration, "That's the problem, Hap!" You think you can protect me by keeping me in the dark, but all it does is push me away. I love you, and I want to be there for you, but I can't if you keep shutting me out."

Happy’s eyes flashed with anger, "You think it's easy for me?! To balance everything?! I’ve got enough on my plate without worrying about you getting caught up in it."

"So, what am I then?" Eve challenged, stepping closer. "Just another thing on your plate? Something to be managed?!"

"No, that’s not what I meant," Happy said, his voice rising. "But this life…it's dangerous, baby. And I won’t risk you getting hurt because of it."

"I'm already in it, Happy!" she shouted, tears of frustration welling in her eyes. "You brought me into your world, and now you want to lock me out? That's not how this works."

The room fell silent, the only sound the ticking of the clock on the wall. Happy took a deep breath, trying to rein in his temper, "I never wanted to hurt you, Eve. But sometimes, it's better if you don't know everything. For your own safety."

Eve shook her head, wiping away the single tear that fell, "You don't get it, do you? I don't need you to protect me from everything. I need you to trust me. To let me be a part of your life, all of it, not just the parts you think are safe."

Happy looked at her, the realisation of her words sinking in. He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't find the right words. Instead, he turned away, his fists clenching at his sides, "I'm going out," he said finally, his voice cold and distant. "I need some air."

Eve watched him go, the door slamming behind him with a finality that made her heart ache. She sank onto the couch, burying her face in her hands, feeling the weight of their unresolved issues pressing down on her.

Eve stretched, reaching out instinctively, only to find the space beside her cold and empty. A pang of worry mixed with residual anger from the night before settled in her chest.

Rubbing her eyes, she sat up and glanced around the room, their fight replaying on repeat in her mind, leaving her feeling both frustrated and guilty. She slipped out of bed, the cool floorboards chilling her bare feet as she made her way to the living room.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, leading her to the kitchen. There, she found Happy, his back to her, his movements slow as he made himself a cup of coffee. The sight of the couch with its rumpled sheets and pillows tugged at her heart.

"You didn't come to bed last night," she said softly.

Happy turned, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, "I didn't think I was welcome," he replied, his tone flat but laced with regret.

Eve crossed her arms over her chest, a mix of anger and sorrow in her expression, "I don't care how mad I am at you," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "I still rather have you next to me than tossing and turning on that thing," she said, pointing to the couch, and Happy's gaze followed, lingering on the makeshift bed he had used.

"I'm sorry for what I said last night," he said, his voice sincere and raw. "I didn't mean it. I was just...frustrated, and I took it out on you. That's wasn't fair."

Eve sighed, her shoulders relaxing a bit as she took a step closer, her eyes softening, "I know this life isn't easy, Happy. But we need to find a way to communicate better. I can't keep feeling like I'm on the outside looking in."

Happy nodded, setting his coffee cup down and taking a deep breath, "You're right. And I want to make it up to you. I know we haven't had much time for us lately, and I want to change that."

Eve shot him a tight-lipped smile, almost like she didn't believe the words coming out of his mouth, "So you keep saying. But everything still stays the same," she said sadly, a raw vulnerability in her voice.

Happy sighed, a sad smile crossing his lips as he notcied the unshed tears welling in his old lady's eyes as her gaze found the kitchen counter, "Go get dressed. We're going out," he declared.

Eve frowned slightly, "Hap, I don't really feel like going out right now."

Happy sighed, stepping closer and taking her hands in his, "Please, baby. I promise you're gonna like it. Just let me make it up to you."

She studied his face, seeing the sincerity and hope in his eyes. With a soft sigh, she nodded, "Okay."

The slightest smile tugged at the corners of Happy's lips as Eve left the room, "Bring a change of clothes!" he called after her.

Eve paused at the bottom of the stairs, turning to look at him with a raised eyebrow, "Are you going to tell me where we're going?"

Happy's smile widened into a playful grin, "That would ruin the surprise, wouldn't it?"

Eve groaned in annoyance, making Happy chuckle. As she made her way upstairs to get ready, the tension of the previous night began to fade away, replaced by a sense of anticipation and excitement.

As Eve got dressed, her curiosity mingled with excitement. Whatever Happy had planned, she knew it came from a genuine place of wanting to make things right. She quickly packed a small bag with a change of clothes, wondering what kind of adventure awaited them.

Downstairs, Happy finished his coffee, his mind already on the road ahead. He wanted to show Eve that he was serious about making amends, about finding their way back to each other. And he hoped that this surprise trip would be the first step in mending the rift between them.

☆ 《 》 ¤

The drive out of Charming was quiet but not uncomfortable. The tension from the night before seemed to melt away with each mile they put between them and the town. Happy kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting on Eve’s knee, a silent gesture of reassurance. Eve looked out the window, the familiar landscape bringing back a flood of memories from their early days together.

It wasn’t long before they reached the outskirts of Charming, where the dense forest stretched out like an emerald sea. Happy turned onto a dirt road, the tires crunching over gravel as they made their way deeper into the woods. The trees grew taller and closer together, creating a canopy that filtered the sunlight into soft, dappled patches.

“Remember this place?” Happy asked, glancing over at Eve with a small smile.

Eve nodded, her eyes lighting up, “Of course I do. We used to come here all the time.”

Happy pulled the truck to a stop in a small clearing, cutting the engine and stepping out. He moved to the back of the truck, unloading the camping gear while Eve stretched her legs and took in the surroundings. The air was crisp and fresh, carrying the earthy scent of pine and damp soil.

“This spot looks exactly the same,” Eve remarked, a nostalgic smile on her lips. “I can’t believe it’s been so long since we last came here.”

Happy set up the tent with practiced ease, his movements efficient and precise, “Yeah, too long,” he agreed. “I figured it was about time we changed that.”

Eve helped unpack the rest of their gear, setting up a small camping stove and laying out their sleeping bags inside the tent. The familiarity of the routine brought a sense of comfort, the act of working together rekindling the connection they had always shared.

Happy spread out a blanket and pulled out a small cooler, "I thought we could have a picnic," he said, a bit shyly. "I got your favorite - PB&J and those weird vegan chips you like."

Eve laughed, a sound that warmed Happy's heart, "You really do know me," she teased, sitting down on the blanket and patting the spot next to her.

They ate in comfortable silence, the peaceful surroundings helping to heal the emotional wounds from the night prior. After they finished, Eve leaned back on her elbows, gazing up at the sky, "I missed this," she said softly. "Being out here with you."

"Me too," Happy agreed, lying down beside her. He reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers. "I'm sorry I messed things up, babe. I just...I get scared sometimes. Of losing you."

"You won't lose me," she replied, squeezing his hand. "We just need to talk more. Like really talk."

Happy nodded understandingly, "I promise I'll try," he said. "I'll do better, baby."

They laid there for a while, listening to the sounds of the nature that surrounded them, feeling every bit of tension melt away, and eventually, Eve rolled onto her side, propping her head up with one hand, "So, what now? Any more surprises?"

Happy grinned, reaching into the cooler again, "Actually, yeah. I brought marshmallows for a campfire. Thought we could make some s'mores tonight."

Eve's eyes lit up, "You remembered!" she exclaimed. "I love s'mores."

"I know," Happy said, his grin widening. "And I love you."

Eve leaned over and kissed him, a sweet, lingering kiss that promised better days ahead, "I love you too, Hap. Forever more."

They spent the rest of the day reminiscing, sharing stories and laughter as the stars began to twinkle above them. The connection they had forged in the beginning, built on shared experiences and deep understanding, felt stronger than ever.

As their makeshift fire died down, casting long shadows through the forest, the energy between them shifted. Happy’s gaze lingered on Eve, his eyes darkening with desire. Eve felt a familiar heat rising within her, her breath quickening.

Without a word, Happy moved closer, his hand cupping Eve’s cheek as he leaned in to kiss her. The kiss was slow and tender at first, but quickly deepened as their need for each other took over. Eve cupped the sides of Happy's neck, pulling him closer as the world around them faded away.

Happy’s hands roamed over her body, pulling her into his lap as their kisses grew more urgent. Eve could feel his heart pounding against his chest, mirroring Eve's racing pulse. Eve moaned softly as his lips trailed down her neck, sending shivers of pleasure through her.

“Eve,” Happy murmured against her skin, his voice rough with desire. “I need you.”

“Then take what's yours,” Eve whispered, her own need evident in her voice.

With a growl, Happy stood, lifting her effortlessly with her legs wrapped around his waist, and her arms secured around his neck, Eve wasted no time capturing his lips with her own, the kiss was far from gentle as their tongues danced together in a fiery tango. Happy's hands slowly moved down her hips, before finding her ass and giving her cheeks a hard slap, which echoed through the trees, causing a squeal to leave his girlfriend's lips as his strong hands squeezed her ass-cheeks so tightly, she knew she now had big red hand prints on her butt.

Carrying her into the tent, their lips never parted, he laid her down on the sleeping bag, his body pressing against hers as he deepened the kiss. Eve’s hands roamed over his back, a hiss leaving his lips as her nails dug into his skin. Eve could feel the tension in his muscles as he struggled to control his predatory instincts.

Clothes were discarded in a flurry of movement, their skin finally meeting in a heated embrace. Happy’s touch was both gentle and demanding, his fingers tracing every curve and contour of her body as if trying to memorise her.

His lips then moved down her face and neck as he reached her chest, he started to squeeze her breast in his hands. With practiced ease, he unclipped her bra and tossed it over his shoulder.

Breathless moans escaped the raven-haired girl's lips as she felt her nipples harden when Happy's lips easily wrapped themselves around them. Eve could feel her panties dampen, her skin flushed as he started to flick them with his tongue, making her squeeze her legs together, her head snapping back in pure pleasure.

A animal like growl escaped the back of Happy's throat as his lips moved down her body, finding her pelvis, and immediately grabbing hold of Eve's black lace panties and pulling them off, catching her attention. She assisted by lifting up her bum so he could easily remove them. The soft material sliding down her legs sent pleasure tingles down her spine.

Happy stood up, removing his boxer briefs and kicking them aside, Eve wasted no time cupping his neck and pulling him on top of her, their lips colliding once more.

Eve moaned at the feeling of Happy's hard boner poking her very sensitive area. Her moans got louder and more frequent when his lips were once again travelling down her petite frame.

"Spread your legs," he ordered, his voice demanding and husk. "I want to see that pretty pussy."

Eve didn't agrue and immediately followed her boyfriend's demand.

Happy lay himself down on his stomach, his face positioned between his girl's outstretched legs, gripping her thighs tightly as he pulled her closer.

A gasped escaped Eve's lips as Happy's tongue slid inside of her very juicy pussy. A raspy hum of delight left his lips as he ate her out, his tongue flicking her clit, causing her breathing to pick up, her moans catching in her throat as she tugged at her own hair, her toes curling at the feeling of pleasurable shivers running up her spine. 

Eve whined when Happy pulled back, a cheeky smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, "Happy, please, don't stop," she pouted like a five year old who was told she couldn't have ice cream for dinner.

Happy tilted his head to the side, seemingly amused as he watched her squeeze her legs together, thrusting her hips slightly, desperate to feel any kind of friction.

"You better fuck me right now, Hap, or I'll take care of myself," she said, trying to sound demanding, but it only came out as a desperate whine.

"Go on then," he said, unaffected, motioning for her to do so. "I'd bet you'd love it. Get off on me watching you pleasure yourself, you dirty girl," he said as his eyes and tone darkened with lust.

"You want to see your dirty girl touch herself? Hmm...?" she whispered seductively as she started to gently caress her thighs.

Happy watched her closely, his smirk widening, but as her fingers moved closer to her folds, Happy lunged forward with a growl, pinning her wrist above her head, eliciting a cheeky giggle from the girl.

"What's wrong?" She tilted her head to the side, feigning confusion.

"That's my job," he hissed in her face.

"Ooh..." she said, a lustful glint in her eyes as she bit into he lower lip. "Then take care of me, baby. The way only you know how."

That same growl left his lips as Happy placed himself on top of the love of his life, kissing her lips with a hungry desire as he positioned himself at her folds.

Eve’s breath hitched as he entered her, his body moving in a rhythm that spoke of years of experience. Eve's legs then wrapped around his waist, moving her hips along with his with uncontrollable passion.

They made love with animal like intensity, each touch and kiss fuelled by pure hunger and need.

Eve gasped as Happy's hand wrapped around her neck, before he captured her lips in a wet and agressive kiss, his teeth piercing into her bottom lip, drawing a small amount of blood as he pulled back, "I want to hear you, baby. Come on, I want to hear you scream," he grunted as his thrust got harder. "Say my name! I want everyone to know who's fucking your tight pussy."

Eve's breathing picked up as her loud moans echoed through the trees, "Fuck, Happy! Harder!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

This boosted Happy's ego as he quickened his pace, "You look so beautiful under me, taking my cock like the good little slut you are. What are you, baby?"

A whimpering moan slipped from Eve's lips as her head continuously whipped from side to side as she tugged at her own hair, feeling Happy hit her g-spot hard, over and over again, "I'm your good little slut," she croaked as Happy's grip on her neck tightened.

"That's right," he seethed, his hand moving to grip her face as he pulled her into a hungry kiss, making sure to stick his tongue down her throat, not bothering to ask for permisson. He could taste the linger flavour of Eve's metalic blood on his tongue, which only fuelled his desire more. "You're all mine," he murmured on her lips, a sinister smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "This pussy belongs to me. You understand me?"

Eve lifted her head, cupping her man's face with both hands, "I'm all yours," she whispered, before placing a lingering kiss on his lips.

"I want you to come with me, okay?" he breathed out, his chest starting to heave as he rested his forehead on hers.

All Eve could manage was a nod as she felt herself clench even tighter around him. Reaching down, she started to rub her clit to help herself reach her release that much quicker.

"That's right, baby," he whispered, his rhythm was smooth but affective. "Touch yourself. Get yourself nice and wet for my cock." A grunt left Happy's lips as he felt her pussy clench around him even more. "So fucking tight," he said, unable to help the moan that slipped from his lips. "I'm close, baby, so fucking close."

Eve moaned sweetly, biting her bottom lip, "Me too."

"Yeah?" Happy grunted, his pace firecely quickening.

"Ah-ah," Eve nodded, unable to form words as her whole body heated up. "F-Fuck, H-Hap!" she screamed, feeling her release approaching.

"You ready?" Happy asked, knowing his was not far off.

"Please, baby," she whimpered as she tried desperately to hold it.

"Let it go, baby," and as soon as those words left Happy's lips, they both reached their peak, leaving them breathless but satisfied. "Fuck, you are such a good girl," he breathed out, keeping himself pressed inside her, feeling his load leaking out of her, before bringing her in for one last kiss, and dropping down beside her.

And as they lay entwined in the sleeping bag, their bodies still humming with the afterglow of their lovemaking. Happy pulled Eve close, his lips pressing against her forehead in a tender kiss, before he simply looked into her eyes, caressing her cheek ever so softly, “Marry me?” he whispered, his voice filled with so much love and affection for this woman beside him.

A/N: @samcrosfaith I thoroughly enjoyed writing Eve, so if you want me to write more one shots with her and Happy, or even another pairing, let me know. But I do hope you enjoyed this, and I hope I did Happy and your OC justice.

[juancarlos-ortiz]

Nonsense - Juice Ortiz x Reader One Shot

A/N: Ok, I'm back! Had a busy couple of months but keen to get back into it. Going to try and get another chapter out of Marked for Carnage this week too. This is just a quick little one shot for Juicypants - I'm thinking of doing a perhaps steamy part 2 to this if anyone is interested. This is inspired by Nonsense by Sabrina Carpener. Also, I'm super keen to write for other characters too so please feel free to request something!

Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex (off page), kissing, reader is astronomically down for Juice

Word Count: 891 words

You nodded your thanks to the doctor you had been talking to, turning around and heading down the hospital hallway towards your bosses office. You quickly scanned your eye over the paperwork in your hand, making sure it was in the correct order - Margaret Murphy was already a hard to please boss, no point in making her more disappointed in you over something as simple as papers being out of order. You began to turn the corner at the end of the corridor when you heard someone clear their throat in a bid to get your attention.

Turning around, your heart kicked into a higher gear when you saw Juice leaning against the wall, his bright, goofy smile plastered on his face. You studied him - his casual stance, the tight fit of the sleeves of his shirt and how he kept his cut buttoned up which made the leather strain across the span of his chest. The knife that he kept attached to his belt resting against his thigh, which you were very familiar with, having been perched upon both of them when you had found yourself in his bed. Any and all rational, cohesive thoughts very swiftly exited your brain as you drew your gaze back up to meet his.

Juice rumbled a laugh in his chest as he pushed off the wall, walking across the distance between you to crowd you against the opposite one. You felt your back hit the wall mounted hand rail and tried to blink yourself out of your stupor. "Hey baby," he smirked, placing a warm hand on your waist and bending to press his lips softly to the corner of your mouth. You shuddered out a breath, closing your eyes. Juice lifted his free hand and rested it against the side of your neck, his thumb brushing gently against where your jaw and neck met. You opened your eyes to find him staring intently at you, making your skin erupt into flames and simultaneously sending goosebumps skittering all over you.

"Gonna say something, hm?" he teased, and your stomach cartwheeled as you tried to coax your numb tongue into moving so you could speak. "I just.. I was um just taking…" you held the papers in your hand up, surprised and thankful you hadn't dropped them. Juice nodded, continuing to move his thumb against your heated skin. "I know baby, so busy huh? Always have time for me though right?" he asked, lowering his head to press his nose against your neck, inhaling deeply. The action brought you to your tiptoes, your empty hand grasping at the back of his head as if to pull him closer to you still.

You eyes began to roll slightly when Juice pressed his mouth against your jaw, your grip on the paperwork nearly releasing completely. You sighed, trying to pull back from him, but Juice only gripped your waist tighter, lightly scraping his teeth against your skin. "J-Juice, wait, wait, I gotta… I gotta… I just…" your words died on your tongue as Juice pulled back, smiling smugly. He was well aware of his affect on you, and was obsessed with just how much he could send you into near meltdown. "Work," you breathed out. "I have to… I need to get back to work, Juicy," you mumbled, playing with the neckline of his cut, the warm leather and scent of him making your mouth water.

"Okay baby, I'll let you get back to it," he stepped back an inch but didn’t remove his grip from you. You smiled sweetly at him, tugging on the side of his cut to get him to lean into you, slanting your mouth across his in a kiss that had your toes curling in your shoes. Juice made to pull away but you gripped the leather tighter and pulled him in again, running your tongue along the seam of his lips and slowly pushing  through when he opened his mouth in surprise. You pulled him, twisting you both around until he was backed against the wall, held there by you. He cradled your head in his hands as he deepened the kiss, returning the favour by meeting your tongue with his own.

You let out a small whimper when suddenly, the door a couple of meters up from you opened. You pulled away from Juice, mortified to find Margaret Murphy standing in the doorway to her office, eyebrows raised and lips pursed in disapproval. You cleared your throat and stepped back from Juice, wiping at your mouth and straightening your shirt. "Margaret, I was just on my way to see you," you said, trying to calm down your panting as you held up the paperwork - which now had imprints of your fingers from how tight you were gripping it. "I'll let you say goodbye," was all Margaret said before she slammed her door. Juice began to laugh and you spun, smacking him on his upper arm. "Ow! Hey, I'm not the one who got carried away here," he said, shrugging with his arms out to feign innocence. "You know what you did, Ortiz," you said before you walked towards your bosses door. "I'll call you later," he promised, and you nodded over your shoulder, knowing any verbal answer you would give him would probably be complete nonsense.

[imagininghim]

Chapter 30

A/N: It's been so so long since I've wrote and I tried to re-read the other chpaters to remember what I've written. So, I hope it's as good as before.

I do apologize for the short chapter. I am working through going through all the chapters and editing them and making some minor changes, I will update if there is any major changes!

My original plan was to stay in par with the show but I have decided to change that and go in a different way, there will still be some parts that are in par with the show but most of the story will start to go in a different route.

I am currently finishing up the end of my Psychology degree which is why I haven't written in a while but I hope you guys still enjoy it!

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Waking to the sun bright in my eyes, Jax's arms wrapped around my waist. I smiled brightly as I glanced down at my hand to see the sparkling diamond ring on my hand. I twisted towards the nightstand and reached for my phone.

"Happily ever after won't be so happy when I get my hands on you." The message read from an unknown number. My stomach dropped as I slipped out from underneath Jax's grip and proceeded to get dressed.

I glanced back at Jax, noticing he was sound asleep before heading out the door and out into the club. Walking out I seen Tig and Chibs sitting at the bar.

"Goodmorning Dollface" Tig chirped as he poured up a cup of coffee laying it on the bar and sliding it towards me.

"Good morning, I'm gonna head up to the roof for a little while." The boys both nodded as I rose up and proceeded to the roof.

The sun was shining, beating the heat into the roof. I placed the cup of coffee on the ledge, hauling my phone out again re-reading the text over and over again.

What am I going to do?

I paced back and forth contemplating whether or not I should tell the Jax and the club or leave it, but I was torn away from my thoughts by the sound of foots steps approaching behind me. I jumped when I felt two warm hands taking ahold of my hips.

"Hey, you okay?" I felt some of the tension leave my shoulders when I heard the sound of Jax's voice. Turning to face him, I slid my phone into my back pocket of my shorts and gave him a smile.

"Yeah, of course. You just spooked me a little, is all." He looked at me a bit skeptical before shrugging it off and nodding.

"You weren't there when I woke up, I came to find you and Tig said you were up here." I took a seat and picked up my coffee.

"I just came out for a bit of sunshine and fresh air is all." Taking a seat next to me, Jax reached over and took the cup from my hands and took a sip.

"The club and I have to do a run today, we should be back in about three days. I got Gemma and the prospects checking in on you while were gone." I nodded with a small smile, the thought of the text swirling around in my thoughts. "Are you sure everything's okay? I can try to sta-"

"No!" I cut Jax off before continuing, No, I'm fine. Just tired, you go deal with club business and don't worry about me." I could tell that he knew something was up but he gave me a nod and a quick kiss before climbing down the latter.

Sliding my phone from my back pocket, I re-read the text over and over again.

What the fuck am I gonna do?

~~ Time Skip ~~

The boys finished in church as the prospects loaded the guns into the duffel bags, I leaned against the bar as Jax made his way over to me.

"You stay safe, don't leave here unless someone is with you." I gave him a small chuckle, laying my hands against his chest playing with the strings on his hoodie.

"I don't need a babysitter Jax. I am a big girl, I can handle myself." He stared at me without blinking. "Okay fine, I'll make someone comes with me." He gave me his famous Teller smirk before placing his lips against mine.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made us tear apart. Jax turned around to reveal the Opie standing behind him.

"It's time to go." He nodded before turning back to me.

"I love you, stay safe. We'll be gone three days tops." I pressed my lips to his. Pulling away I spoke,

"I love you, stay safe." And with that they headed out.

When the club was empty and the boys were gone, I felt my phone vibrate.

"Looks like someones all alone with no big bad biker to protect them."

Fuck.