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witchthewriter · 2 years ago

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𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

Paid story for @yourwinchesterbros. Word Count: 3.2k Warnings: swears, alcohol, 18+ absolute smutty smut smut smut

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𝙏𝙒𝙊 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙃𝙎 𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙍.

He had been gone for a fortnight.

Pulled away on club business, Jax said this would be a common occurrence. Even though he knew it would happen, it didn't stop him from thinking of you every minute.

He thought about your hazel eyes, long red-brown hair, and all those tattoos…that he had yet to touch.

This was the longest Jax had left for club business, and it drove you mad. After that night of confessions, your relationship progressed. You had your first date only a few days after deciding to be with each other. And if anything, your relationship was a bit back to front.

At least it didn’t start with a one-night stand. In fact, you hadn’t fucked Jax at all. Not once. You had come close, but there was always an interruption; something with the club, his kids, or either of you just not being ready.

And you still hadn’t been formally introduced to Abel and Thomas.

The thought sent a jolt of both shivers and through you. If everything Jax said was true, then, well… you were going to be their stepmother.

The word felt sour in your mouth. Stepmother. The first word a person associated with that was evil - thanks to the many fairytales. But you weren’t evil. Far from it. Just a woman who loved a man and wanted to spend the rest of her days with him.

Plus, motherhood – you hadn’t even thought of it. Having a child yourself felt like a faraway event, something that was years away. Many, many years away. It would happen in the future. But for now, you only had to get to know Abel and Thomas.

But to do that…

You had to get through Wendy and Gemma.

- ✦ -

After Jax said he was leaving for club business, you thought it was a good idea to go back to work (even though Jax would have paid your wage, so you didn’t have to.) But you wanted to do something with your time, and where would Skeeter be without you? Up to his knees in paperwork and shit. That’s what.

To survive the time that Jax was away, he would call you every night. It was around the same time; early in the morning when he knew you would be awake. So, around 2-3am. And that worked just fine for him, since sleeping wasn’t an easy feat. And it worked perfectly for you, who was at work, alone (beside the newly patched in member outside – Happy was away as well).

At night, nightmares littered Jax’s mind.

Images of Tara, of his boys’ faces when he told them about her going to heaven. But you became his solace. And that meant he was eager to introduce you to his boys.

You sat at the front desk of Dubrowski's Funeral Home; paperwork scattered around you. For a moment you stared out the window, noticing that the darkness outside was closer to the morning then the evening. And yet, you were wide awake. An electrical buzz vibrating through your body, you couldn’t help the anticipation you felt.

The radio played old music; 70s, 80s, 90s, hits that you had heard a thousand times by now. The radio station loved to play the same thing. It was the only station that was on at this time. You looked over at the clock, and it read 3:25am. Late. He never waited this long to call. Sadness turned into dread when you thought about all the possibilities that could have happened to Jax.

He's fine. Probably just forgot to charge his phone, or maybe he lost it or – buzz! You leapt from your seat and grabbed your phone to see the name that popped up, Pretty Boy Teller, and you pressed answer.

- ✦ -

You had thought about Jax, naked, for a very long time. Never would you admit it, but you had daydreamed about being with him … seeing his cock. What did it look like? Was it big? What if you didn’t live up to his other experiences?

Those thoughts usually wormed their way into your mind right before you fell asleep. You had even masturbated over him. Different scenarios of you and him. Sometimes in the clubhouse, sometimes in your house, and sometimes in the shower or ... a public bathroom.

However, your sexual desires always had one thing in common: Jax was the dominant one. Even though you were a lady that could handle herself, you wanted to be looked after in the bedroom.

But the time for your questions to be answered was looming, and you couldn't deny the growing anxiety within you.

What if you didn't live up to Jax's expectations?

- ✦ -

You thought kissing Jax for the first time was the best day of your life. But no. Seeing him leaning against his bike in your driveway takes the cake.

“How you doin’ sweetheart?” Jax says with a smirk, his hair slicked back and hands in his jean pockets.

You knew he was toying with you. And you played along.

“I’m alright,” you reply nonchalantly, resting against the doorway, blinking slowly.

He broke first.

“Get over here,” Jax said in a low growl. He stalked over to you and even though you were a step ahead above him, he was still a few inches above you.

“I got something for you,” he opened his kutte and took out a box from the inside pocket. His smile reached his eyes and the crinkled with delight. He couldn’t wait for you to open it. Over your many conversations you spoke about your love for sterling silver rings, especially the chunky ones.

“And don’t take this as … a sign…” he gave a little shake of the head and huffed a small laugh. Slightly embarrassed.

His tanned hand held out the box and you took it. Flipping open the box, you saw a silver skull with a crown on its head.

While you inspected it, Jax kept talking, “I saw it in a shop in the town we were staying at. And I – I thought of you.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest, and wanted to jump into his arms and plant kisses all over his face. But you held back, trying to keep your cool. But Jax could see the blaze in your eyes, the burning desire. Because … you were finally alone together.

“Thank you, Jax,” you said in your most sultry voice.

But time was ticking, and the club house party had already started.

- ✦ -

The clubhouse was alive with energy. As if it had a soul of its own, the building breathed along with everyone else. Fires burned outside in bins, warming those who preferred the night air. Even though no children were here tonight, there was a mini playground with a set of swings in a small, fenced area, clearly showing that kids were here often throughout the day.

You were surprised with how many people were here. Even outside, there were many tattooed men and women; speaking, flirting, laughing, dancing to music. As you got off of the bike, Jax threaded his fingers into yours. There was an overwhelming smell of booze and cigarettes. My kinda party, you thought, as you walked hand in hand with Jax.

“Don’t worry darlin’, this is gonna be fun.” Jax turned to you with a gleam in his eye and leaned down to give you a kiss. Leading you toward the building, the crunch of boots on gravel filled your ears, and then all once, everyone noticed Jax.

You watched as people flocked toward him, both known and unknown faces. But one stands out the most. Wendy. She stood with her arms crossed her chest, high-heeled black boots pointed toward you, almost like two loaded guns. Her blonde hair perfectly curled, and her lips pursed, you noticed how dolled up she was. And you knew who for. Jax.

Looking at her straight in the eye, you slid your arm around Jax’s waist and moved closer to him. His body’s response was instant. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kept it there for most of the night.

- ✦ -

As soon as you walked inside, you were met with the loud boom of both yours and Jax’s names.

“Jax! Zo!” Tig yelled and grabbed the bottle in front of him, a stray glass and poured you a drink. Bobby was nowhere to be seen, and Chibs was sitting at the bar surrounded by croweaters. When he heard your name, he left his chair and wrapped his arms around you.

“Hey Tig, Chibs-” you laughed, holding the glass so that it didn’t spill from the hug. Jax had already unwound himself from you and went to hug his mother, Gemma, who was staring you down like … a goddamn piece of meat. Even when she hugged her son, and kissed him on the cheek, her eyes never left yours.

Lady Death. The one who had birthed the Prince, was wearing all black, even down to her shiny heeled heels.

Fuck, you thought. And downed the drink from Tig.

With croweaters eyeing you, but never looking directly in your eyes, you walked over to the Queen.

“Hi, I’m Zoe,” you said with a smile. Hoping she couldn’t smell fear.

- ✦ -

This is going well, you thought, trying not to say the wrong thing. Gemma wasn’t being too hard on you, but she was asking a lot of questions. ‘Where do you live,’ ‘Where do you work,’ ‘How long have you been in Charming,’ ‘Do you have any family.’ You answered each with grace and humour. Even Tig came over to add to the conversation.

“I ugh, I’ve known Jax for a while-“ answering mid question, you heard the approaching noise of high heels. Clip clop, clip clop.

“Well Jax, I guess she wasn’t a one night stand afterall?”

Wendy’s voice filled your ears, and you were glad for Tig’s drink.

You didn’t even look at Jax for an answer.

Yes, Wendy felt like a threat to you. Her history with Jax left you with unbridled jealousy. But it was plain fucking obvious that you were a threat to her too.

Your head whipped around to find Wendy with a slight smirk on her pretty face. Black kohl and thickened lashes enhanced her eyes; doing their best to stare you down.

“Hey, I could be an escort for all you know,” you replied back with a ghost of a smile, not caring a single bit about what Wendy thought of you. As she started to reply, you walked over to the bar and asked for the lone bottle of Rye.

The croweater behind the bar gave it to you, and a fresh glass.

“Well, I’m sure it’s not the first time Jax has dabbled in that area,” You heard the defeat in Wendy’s voice. You could almost feel it.

Both the Teller’s were watching the show, Gemma enjoying it much more than her son. He was about to step in after you had taken a full shot of the whiskey. But you re-filled it and handed the glass to Wendy.

Not expecting that move, Wendy took the glass and at the same time, Jax took ahold of your free hand.

“C’mon babe,” Jax seemed to growl, both with light-heartedness and a possessiveness that everyone in the room felt.

- ✦ -

The ride back felt torturous. The wet growing between your thighs worsened beneath the rumbling of the bike. It was almost like the motor vibrated, and your hands clutched onto Jax’s shirt tighter. Leaning your head forward, you rested it against Jax, and you wanted so badly for him to turn onto the side of the road and take you there.

But you knew Jax wouldn’t want anyone to see you that way. You were only for his eyes. It was one of the things he had said during one of your phone calls.

The night flew by in a blur, and then suddenly you were home and the bike stopped, and you were pulled inside.

Within seconds, Jax’s mouth was on yours, his tongue toying with your own. His leg pushed the door shut, without his mouth leaving yours and pushed you against the wall. With arms on either side of your head, he pulled back and looked deep into your eyes.

“You’re mine,” he growled. Not moving until you said it back.

“I’m yours,” you breathed and leaned down to nip your bottom lip with his teeth.

“That’s right, Princess,” and he removed his hands from either side of your head. The look in his eye made goosebumps erupt over your skin. And the wetness between your thighs started to become overwhelming. You wanted to reach down and relieve yourself, but you knew who was in charge here.

Hands travelling over your shirt, Jax took off your jacket, “arms up, sweetheart,” complying, he lifted your shirt over your arms and his eyes landed on your laced bra.

Jax smirked, and ran his fingers down your lips, to your throat, and over the warm place between your breasts. But he didn’t stop there. Jax’s finger travelled downward, and when he came upon the heat at your core, he growled.

Jax didn’t say anything but made the most animalistic rumble in his throat. Using his whole hand, he gripped your cunt over your jeans.

Flicking from the Prince of Death to Jax Teller, he kissed you again.

“You excited there, Princess?” His voice reeked of arrogance, and with one finger he wiped it against your wetness and brought it to his mouth. Sucking on his fingers, he told you to open wide.

You did as you were told and opened your mouth. The mixture of your slick and Jax’s spit entered your mouth and you moaned.

The sound drove him mad. He had wanted you for so long, and now … now he got to have you.

“Mine,” he growled again and picked you up, letting your legs wrap around his middle and walked you into the bedroom. You felt the hardness in his pants. And every time he took a step, it bumped against your ass.

The whole time, you stared at Jax. Unwavering longing that was finally happening. But it wouldn’t be until the morning that the thought would sink in.

Laying you down on the bed, Jax took a moment to stare down at the masterpiece below him. A woman who had been there the whole time. Who Jax had felt so connected to, for all these years.

“You okay with this?” Jax said, his chest heaving up and down, adrenaline surging through his veins.

“Of course I’m fucking sure,” you said with a mischievous smile.

Nostrils flaring, Jax took off his kutte, shirt and unbuckled his pants. You took off your pants and kicked them aside in a flurry.

And then your bodies connected.

With nothing but your undergarments on, Jax slowly moved your bra straps down and threaded your arms through them. Your pointed nipples peaked just above the lace, and you moaned from the feeling of the material.

Leaning down, Jax’s hot mouth encased your nipple and bit down. Pleasure bloomed inside you, making your hot core even wetter. Jax’s hand grabbed your other breast and started kneading it, and in that moment he created a world that was only for your pleasure and desire.

But soon you turned impatient and tried your best to rub your core against the hardness of his cock, which was still in his boxers. And then you felt Jax’s smile against your body, knowing exactly what you were trying to do. With a huff, you threaded your hands through his hair and tugged lightly.

Pulling his head upwards you lunged up and pressed your lips against his. With his attention in the kiss, you pulled down his underwear and let his cock spring free.

Even though you couldn’t see it, you could feel its size and length. Girthy, veined and … big. Oh, fucking hell, you thought to yourself.

He sucked in a breath as one of your hands grabbed it and moved back and forth.

“Fuck me,” you demanded.

Within seconds, your panties and bra were ripped off of you and your legs were wrapped around his middle.

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” and Jax centred his cock at your entrance. And took a moment to slowly tease between your folds.

You whined in response, and Jax laughed.

“Okay sweetheart,” he huffed and pushed his cock inside of you.

His strokes started off slow; Jax wanted you to adjust to his size before he did anything else.

But you wanted him deep inside of you, so you tightened your legs around his waist and bucked upward to meet him. Partially surprised, he groaned in response and leaned forward, with his forearms on either side of your head.

He stopped mid thrust to look you in the eyes. Jax’s blue ones bore into you, silently expressing how he felt. The longing over the years had been leading to this.

Jax gently flicked his nose against yours, then pressed his lips to your own. You whimpered into the kiss, your insides feeling like honey as you felt every movement, both physical and emotional.

Then Jax started plunging deeper and harder inside of you. The whole while, his lips were on your own, needing to kiss you. To feel as much of you as he could. He had daydreamed about the two of you ever since that night at Skeeter’s.

When the plunging turned to pounding, your core started to build. It was when Jax moved one of his hands to play with your clit, did you realise just how brilliant this man was in bed.

“Jax, I- I’m going to-“ You whined inside his mouth.

“C’mon baby, do it,” and with his words, his fingers and his cock still inside of you, you came.

The noises that left your mouth were ones only Jax was going to here from now. And he thought they were absolutely divine. A piece of heaven that was only for him.

And it was the sound of your orgasm that made him cum. When he went to pull out of you, you tightened your grip around his waist and pleaded for him to cum inside of you.

“I’m on the pill,” you rasped, assuring him. Although, he wouldn’t mind putting a baby inside of you.

- ✦ -

The morning light filtered through the barely shut curtains. Warm and bright, it mirrored exactly how you felt inside. Jax hadn’t woken yet; this was the first night that he was able to finally sleep. And get a full night’s rest, well, not a full night…

Your hands lightly ran over the exposed flesh. Heat blooming through your body as you recalled the activities you did last night.

You could already see the hickies forming on Jax, and you knew you had just as many. If it was childish, you didn’t care. It was your first time together. All you knew was that you loved the feeling of his body against yours. And that meant your ability to reason was completely out the window.

Your time of admiration was cut short, as it took Jax only a few minutes to wake. But the way he smiled at you - sleepily and bleary-eyed but with utter love - made you silently thank any and every god for being allowed to be his.

“Mornin’ sweetheart,” Jax's voice was raspy and slightly deeper than usual. And instantly it created butterflies in your stomach. God, even your toes tingled.

“Good morning, Jax,” you said, embarrassment creeping up on you. You did your best not to show it, but you couldn't let him look at you any longer. So, you buried your face in his chest.

Laughing, he flipped you over and moved the hair from your face. Forcing you to see him. For a heartbeat, he just looked at you, the woman he loved. Then he bent down and kissed you. After a few moments, he pulled back.

“I have a question to ask you,” he said slightly above a whisper.

Your stomach gurgled. “Yes?”

“Do you think you’d be up to meeting my boys today?”

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juancarlos-ortiz · 7 months ago

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Espresso - Happy Lowman x Reader One Shot (NSFW 18+)

A/N: MINORS DNI. Inspired loosely by Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter. I cannot help but write steamy stuff for this man! In my Happy Lowman era fr. And he is down BAD for reader in this one. Anyway enjoy my loves!

Warnings: Reader has female anatomy but I tried to keep pronouns to a minimum. Slight soft!Happy. Kissing, swearing, alcohol. SMUT - oral sex (f and m receiving) fingering, penetration, sex without a condom, cum, slight dirty talk, mature content 18+ (please let me know if I have missed anything)

Word Count: 2373 words

Happy pulled his cut on roughly, throwing open the door of his dorm and storming out. "Are you fucking kidding me?" the scorned croweater called after him as she hastily pulled her clothes back on. Happy ignored her, glowering at the Prospect behind the bar and shoving him out of the way before grabbing a glass and pouring himself a shot. Throwing it back he pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened his contacts. His thumb hovered over your number. This was not the first time he had been unable to perform with a croweater in his bed. At least not the first time since he had met you. No matter how hard he tried - even going as far as trying to close his eyes and imagine it was you underneath him - he couldn’t do it. You had officially ruined anyone else for him and he was pissed. It wasn't meant to be this way. You weren't meant to do this to him. To affect him like this. He stalked out of the club house, jabbing his thumb against his phone roughly and calling your number.

It took several rings, and Happy was sure it was going to go to voicemail, before you picked up. "Hey honey," you crooned down the phone. Just the sound of your sweet voice had a zing shooting up Happy's spine, his skin prickling with desire. It was like your mere presence, even through a phone, was a shot of espresso that woke up every one of his nerve endings. He had never felt so vulnerable. "You up?" he asked gruffly. He heard you sigh through the receiver. "Really Hap?" you asked, your tone teasing. "Four nights in a row, you sure you wanna go there?" Happy grunted, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. He knew why you were teasing - when you had started sleeping together Happy had made it clear that this was extremely casual. "Don't expect me to be here every night," he had specifically said. You knew he would probably still be sleeping with whichever croweater landed in his bed on the nights he wasn't with you, but you had never complained. Happy liked that.

But now… now he wasn't so sure casual was what he wanted. And the idea of you sleeping with anyone else - which you certainly had the right to - made him want to cave somebody's skull in. He wouldn't though. He was pretty sure that wouldn't win him any favours with you. "You up or not?" he repeated, starting to grow antsy. He was having trouble physically staying away from you, couldn't even go an hour without thinking about you. Your smell, your taste, the feel of your skin under his fingertips, the way you said his name, how you laughed at the things he said because you actually found them funny and not just because you were trying to gain something from him. Somehow in the short span of your casual trysts you had wormed your way beneath his skin, the very being of you curling around his heart and squeezing it tightly. It scared the fuck out of him but it was something he couldn't deny. Happy didn't know how to go about this, but surely just being with you was a start. Your light chuckle came through the phone. "Come over."

You smiled as you heard his bike pull into his spot out the front of your house. His spot. You rolled your eyes at yourself. You knew you were getting attached the moment things had begun with Happy. But you were quite proud of how you had handled him being so adamant about this being casual. Of course he wanted to keep things casual - surely no man in his position, a bad boy MC member surrounded by all the women he could get his hands on up and down the west coast, would want to be tied down to just one person. It hurt, but you found it easy to squash those feelings. It surprised you though, the frequencies of Happy's visits these past few weeks. His presence in your life had gone from once or twice a week, to every second night to now 4 nights in a row. Maybe there was a sweetbutt shortage? He pushed the door open and paused when he saw you standing close by waiting for him. "Should be keeping this locked," he said, motioning to your door.

You smiled softly and walked over to him, leaning past him to push the door closed and lock it. "Happy?" you asked, referring to the lock now being in use. "I'm always Happy," he deadpanned. You let out a laugh and Happy felt his heart squeeze in his chest. You stopped laughing when you noticed how intensely he was staring at you. Happy was already a very intense guy but something seemed off with him. "You ok?" you asked, taking a tentative step towards him. "You really can't get enough of me huh?" you asked, testing to see if teasing him would make him relax a little. Happy moved quickly, gripping your jaw almost painfully as he pressed his mouth to yours. You gasped in surprise and he pushed his tongue into your mouth, pulling a moan from you as you gripped his t-shirt under his cut. You grasped the leather, pushing it down off his shoulders before breaking the kiss and tugging at his shirt, helping him pull it over his head.

You grasped at the skin of his torso, mapping over the various ink he had. You skimmed quicker over the smiley faces, aware of what they represented. Now was not the time to think about what his hands, which were gripping onto your jaw and the side of your neck, were capable of. Happy leaned in, kissing the side of your neck roughly, smiling as you shivered against him. "'Course I can't get enough of you," he admitted, his brain trying to catch up as his traitorous mouth took over. "What did you do to me huh?" he asked, pulling back and pressing his forehead against yours. "Can't get you out of my head. Can't even get my dick up for anyone else. Can't sleep, even if I do you're in my fucking dreams anyway," he panted out. Your heart was pounding in your chest at his words, but you tried to school your face, smirking and your eyes hooded heavily. Happy growled and brought his lips to yours again, kissing you roughly and grunting with appreciation when you gave as good as you got. He walked you backwards, having been in your house more than enough to know the layout.

He got as far as the loungeroom and decided this was good enough. He roughly tugged your shirt off of you, his hands immediately pawing at the bra you were wearing, his lips and teeth trailing harsh kissed down towards your breasts. You moaned, your hands grasping at his shoulders. None too gently he pushed you down onto the lounge, falling to his knees in front of you and pulling you by your hips towards the edge of the cushion. He leant forward, pressing a kiss to the skin of your stomach before gripping the waistband of your pants and panties and pulling them down your legs. He gripped the back of your thighs and pushed them back toward you, spreading you lewdly. You whined and wriggled under his grasp, but he only pressed you back farther, the burn in your hips toeing the line between pain and pleasure at the filthiness of it all. Happy groaned as he took you in, the slickness that had begun to gather at your entrance, the way you spread out so pretty for him.

He knelt forward, his mouth landing on your pussy so suddenly you yelped and jumped in your seat. Happy continued to hold you down, running his tongue up and down the centre of you, dipping his tongue in and out of your hole at times, his mouth watering at the taste of you. He lapped and moaned, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head as he feasted, pulling whimpers and moans from you as the shuddered beneath him. He placed his lips over your clit and sucked harshly, making you arch and shriek under him, your hands falling to cover your own mouth in surprise at your outburst. Happy looked up at you and laughed while keeping his mouth on you, the vibrations making your toes curl. "Happy," you whined, trying to sit up and grasp his head. "Want you to fuck me," you breathed out shakily. Happy pulled back, this sight of his lips covered in his spit and your slick making your pussy clench. He harshly smacked your thigh. "You're gonna let me enjoy eating your pretty pussy and then," he smacked you again, making you gasp. "I might fuck you." Who was he kidding. There was no way he wasn't fucking you tonight.

He resumed his measures, rolling his tongue through your folds, before swiping it over your clit repeatedly. His fingers were suddenly pushing at your entrance and you felt your stomach clench as they slipped inside of you. Clenching your teeth, your head flopped back and your legs began to shake. Happy didn’t let up and suddenly, you were crying out, unable to stop as your orgasmed tremored through you. Happy pulled away only when you began to jerk under him, oversensitive. He stepped back up onto his feet and began to unbuckle his belt, smirking at the spent mess that was you. He roughly pushed his jeans and boxers down, gripping himself and passing his hand over in a couple of pumps. Suddenly, your eyes were open entirely and you slipped onto the floor on your knees in front of him. You pulled your bra off before grasping the shaft of his cock and pulling the head straight into your mouth, rolling your tongue over the slit. Happy grunted in surprised, gripping the back of your head.

You sucked him in greedily, pumping him in and out of your mouth as spit began to pool. Happy breathed heavily, his nostrils flaring as he met your stare. He wasn't the loudest guy in bed but you had come to learn how to tell he was enjoying himself. His grip tightened on your head and suddenly he was pulling himself out of your mouth. You whined and made to reach for him but he stepped around you and took a seat on the lounge. "Ride me," was all he said, reaching his hands out to you. You stood and walked over to him, straddling over his thighs has he gripped your waist. Reaching under you, you grasped his cock in your hand and moved his tip to your entrance. You lowered yourself slowly onto him, your pussy gripping as he slid in. Happy sighed and rested his forehead against your collarbone. Slowly you began to move, whimpering as his cock nudged against that sweet spot, nestled so perfectly against your walls. You moved leisurely, switching your direction and movements, gasping and moaning at the feeling of him inside of you.

Happy's hands were gripping your skin so tightly you knew there would be a bit of bruising. He was grunting softly and you could tell he was getting impatient. You sped up your motions only a little, smirking when Happy looked up at you, his jaws clenched and irritation in his eyes. "Don't be a fucking tease," he ground out, trying to pull you up and down on him quicker. You held your ground, grasping the side of his face as you planted your lips on his. Happy bit down on your bottom lip, making you gasp and pull away, your hips stuttering long enough for him to take control. He pulled you off of him, somehow spinning you both quickly off the lounge. Suddenly you were pushed onto your knees, facing the back of the lounge, your arms rested against the backrest. Happy gripped your hips roughly from behind you, his thumbs spreading your ass cheeks apart, his dick pushing its way back into the warm confinement of your pussy. You shuddered and moaned as he pushed in and out of you rapidly, leaning over you to bite down on the junction of your neck and shoulder.

His hand slipped under you, pressing his fingers against your clit and rolling over it as he fucked you harshly. Your eyes started to roll back, your moans becoming broken and your stomach coiled tighter and tighter. "Gonna let me cum in you tonight," Happy asked, his own voice strained. "Gonna let me fill you up like a good girl?" His hips snapped against yours, your skin almost feeling raw. You nodded dumbly, words no longer achievable. Happy's chest rumbled in approval, and he continued to rub light circles over your clit. The coil in your stomach snapped and you cried out, your second orgasm slamming into you so suddenly your arms collapsed beneath you and your face pushed into the lounge as Happy continued to pound in and out of you. He gripped your hair, pulling your head up as he pushed harshly in and out one, two, three more times before stopping with his cock filling you up entirely, groaning as he came. He pulled himself out of you, watching as his spend pooled at your hole, a proud smirk on his face.

Noticing how wrecked you were, he pulled you to your feet and guided you towards your bathroom. Turning on the shower and pulling you under the stream. He wrapped his arms around you as the hot water sprayed over you both. You pulled away and looked up at him, exhaustion lining your features. Happy smiled and leant down, capturing your lips in a kiss uncommonly soft for him. You sighed as he pulled away, leaning your head against his chest once more. "You got me, Hap?" you asked. He smiled, his throat tight and heart clenching once again deep within his chest. He pressed his lips against your hairline. "Yeah baby. I got you."

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imagineredwood · 1 year ago

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Request: Can I get an imagine where the readers family disapproves of her relationship with Happy

Pairing: Happy Lowman x female reader

Warnings: Toxic family, dysfunctional family arguably, some angst, crying

Word count: 799

"It doesn't matter, babe." "It does matter!" Happy flinched at the sudden rise in your voice, exasperation dripping from your words. He looked over at you, arms out wide at your sides, fingers trembling from how worked up you were. He could hear the shake in your voice and released the pull tabs on the trash bag he was currently trying to take out. He let it go and faced you with a sigh, your hands slapping against your sides in defeat when you let them drop. Your voice was softer when you spoke again, but more broken. "It does matter, Happy. They're my family. It matters that they can't stand you. It matters that their dislike for you is enough to put me at a distance. It matters that this is now the third baby shower that they've just mysteriously forgotten to invite me to. It matters that my family cares more about not liking you, than loving me. It fucking matters, ok?" Heavy tears were gathered in your lashes by the time you finished speaking, Happy kicking himself for his words earlier. He trekked across the kitchen and stood in front of you, hands coming up to rest on the tops of your arms and rubbing comfortingly. "I'm sorry. I know it matters. I just meant…their stupidity and selfishness don't matter. Their ass-backward way of thinking doesn't matter. But I know it does because it matters to you. I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry." You nodded, his thumb coming up to brush away the few stray tears that had managed to escape. "It's ok. I see what you mean." There was silence then, you sniffling and willing the tears to stop while Happy tried to comfort you, his jaw twitching in fury that your sadness was a result of your own family. It was like a switch clicked then as if someone had turned on a lightbulb. One that made him see clearly and twist his stomach into knots at the same time. He swallowed roughly and stared at a piece of dust on the fan. "Do you wanna split up?" His words caught you off guard and you lifted your head away from his tear-soaked t-shirt to look at him with squinted eyes. "What?" He didn't look at you as he repeated himself. "Do you want us to split up?" You said nothing for long enough that he had no choice but to break and look into your watery confused eyes. "Why would you ask me that?" It was his turn to be exasperated now. "Because your fucking family can't just be happy for you and be happy that you're happy with me. They can't swallow their pride or their dislike for me enough to put you first. They wanna ostracize you and neglect you and bully you because you choose to be with me. They're not gonna let up. They haven't let up for two years. The only way you get your family back is if you leave me. You can't have both. They won't let you have both. So do you want to split up, yes or no?" You sniffled, your heart aching as you looked at him.

"You'd do that? For me? You'd let me go so I could be with them again?" He hesitated, his jaw so tight you worried his molars might crack. "I'd let you go so you could be happy. I wouldn't want to. But for you, I would." He wasn't usually a man of many words when arguing, his words always being concise and to the point. This time was no different, but at the same time, everything had changed. Your shoulders settled some and you reached out, taking his face into your hands. He avoided your gaze, looking past you until you squeezed gently. His mahogany eyes finally settled on yours and you pressed your lips to his for what felt like an eternity. When you finally pulled your lips away, he reached up and held his hands on top of yours, waiting for your answer. "You're the only one then." He squinted, not understanding. "You're the only one that cares if I'm happy. They don't. They know I'm happy with you and they don't care. They only care about what they want. But you want me to be happy." The Son nodded once. "And I'm happy with you. So there's your answer." He stood still, giving you a chance to change your mind. A chance to back out. Tell him you missed getting included and wanted that back. But you didn't. You held your hands to his cheeks, squeezed once, and then let them go, your arms snaking around his waist as you settled your head on the dry side of his chest.

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babycakes19 · 3 years ago

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Hello, everyone.

I am new to Tumblr - I've totally been living under a rock for like ever - and I'm still getting the hang of things... That being said, I hope I am doing this correctly.

I am searching for beta readers for the Happy Lowman/OC fic I am currently working on (it's a slow process, as I work all the time and chase after my child on my days off). I am thrilled with it so far, however, I need some beta readers to look through it and send me honest feedback. I am working hard to strengthen my writing skills, so if you spot anything ridiculous, please point it out.

I would send a chapter over once I've completed it through Google Docs. Please, message me if you're interested, and only if you're serious about it.

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crimsonheart01 · 3 years ago

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Thought you might like this! Walking into his Heart by Queen Madds on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/38916126

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years ago

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Good morning lovely could I possibly get happy and #15 pleaseeeeee

Good morning, my sweet! Lovely seeing you pop up in my inbox, as always. Here you are!

"Is that my baby I hear pitter pattering towards me?" he asks, crouched at the side of his bike, carrying out a couple of repairs. He left you sleeping that morning, after wearing you out to the point of exhaustion. Your horny time matches his, 6am, or as you've coined it since you got together, Happy time.

"It is, the one and only," you coo, stopping behind him and kissing his shoulder after padding into the garage barefoot, walking around to seat yourself up on the slightly less cluttered area of the long, built-in workbench. It only takes him three seconds to notice that it isn't just your feet that are bare.

"Not dressing today?"

You cock your head, smiling brightly. "No. Thought I'd go without. Besides, they'd only get in the way of what I have in mind."

Immediately, the rachet spanner in his hand ceases its clicking movement, Happy looking up at you. “Again? How can you want it again? Jesus, I’ve never met anyone so fucking horny before!” His words are delivered with incredulity, but the smile that begins to creep across his handsome face, well...

"Yes, again." You smile sultrily, uncrossing your legs, Happy's eyes darting right between them. "Right now, if you wouldn't mind."

The spanner is dropped, Happy only pausing to wipe the smears of grease from his hand before he's crossing the space between you, rumbling with chuckles. "Mind? Hell no, beautiful. Come here."

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brunettemarionette · 6 days ago

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You’re the new, young, and undeniably gorgeous bartender at the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse—a fresh face in a place filled with rough edges and untold stories.

You could feel their eyes on you when you walked through the door. Jax’s easy charm, Chibs’ sly grins, Tig’s unapologetically lingering stares, Juice’s playful curiosity, Happy’s silent intensity, and Opie’s quiet, watchful presence—they each had their own way of noticing you, and none of them were subtle about it.

The clubhouse is alive tonight, packed with familiar faces and the steady rhythm of rock music pounding through the air. The smell of leather, motor oil, and cigarette smoke hangs heavy, but it doesn’t faze you anymore.

You carry a tray of drinks through the crowd, weaving between bodies like you’ve been doing this for years, even though it’s only been a few weeks.

The black tank top Gemma insisted you wear hugs your curves just right, drawing more than a few appreciative glances from the members—and a couple of jealous ones from the club girls.

Gemma nods at you from her spot at the bar, her approval subtle but unmistakable. It means a lot coming from her. You’ve worked hard to earn her respect, and you know better than to let her down.

This job isn’t just about pouring drinks or serving beers—it’s about being sharp, reliable, and proving you’re someone the club can trust.

As you approach the table where the guys are sitting, you catch Jax’s blue eyes fixed on you with that signature smirk playing on his lips. Chibs leans back in his chair, his accent cutting through the noise as he murmurs something to Tig, who grins like he’s up to no good—again. Juice flashes you a boyish smile, his tattooed head tilted in curiosity, while Happy gives you a once-over, his expression unreadable but somehow still appreciative. Opie doesn’t say a word, but his gaze lingers, steady and intense, like he’s sizing you up or deciding what kind of trouble you might bring to the table.

“Careful, sweetheart,” Chibs warns with a chuckle as you sidestep Juice, who’s practically spinning in his seat to watch you move. “The boys might get the wrong idea.”

You smirk at the Scotsman, meeting his playful gaze for a moment before moving on. You’ve quickly learned that banter is part of the job—keeping them on their toes is almost as important as keeping their drinks full.

Gemma is watching from her spot at the end of the bar, her sharp eyes assessing as you make your rounds. When you finally make your way back to the counter, she leans in and mutters just loud enough for you to hear, “You’re doing good, kid. Keep it up, and you might just survive these jackasses.” Her words are teasing, but there’s a thread of approval in her tone that makes you feel like you’ve passed some kind of test.

But it’s not just about the drinks or the banter—you know this job is about trust. The guys don’t just let anyone in, and earning your spot here means proving you’ve got what it takes to handle the chaos. Whether it’s pouring shots, cleaning up after a fight, or deflecting a flirtatious comment with a sharp tongue, you’ve made it clear you’re not just a pretty face.

As you set a fresh round of beers in front of Jax, his blue eyes lock onto yours. He tilts his head, that signature grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Careful, darlin’. You keep working this hard, and we might have to keep you around.”

There’s a flicker of heat in his gaze that sends a shiver down your spine, but you don’t let it show. Instead, you roll your eyes with a smile, returning to the bar before he can see the flush creeping up your neck.

You can feel all their eyes on you—each one with a different intention, a different level of interest. But for now, you focus on the task at hand. After all, this isn’t just a job; it’s your way into their world, and you’re determined to prove you belong.

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moonhowlerpack · 8 years ago

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A Complete 10 {Son’s Of Anarchy}

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Having a blade in hand walking towards the guy twisting it slowly “You know this is my least favorite knife” I sighed sadly “Do you know why” I asked the guy let out a muffled yell seeing the knife was huge. “It’s because it’s to big I actually prefer a smaller one, more pain and a slower death” I said “But the person who ordered to kill you had a little bit of sympathy they said and I quote ‘Do whatever you want with him but make it fast he is my husband after all’ end of quote” I quoted.

The guys widened drastically “O yeah bud it was your wife, I’m glad my wife hasn’t did that yet” I muttered “You poor basterd” I said before he had a chance to react I slashed his throat let him choke on his own blood. The blood poured down the drain right under his shoes. That didn’t stop it from getting on me I felt half of my face wet my sweater splattered with blood, oh don’t forget my shoes my poor shoes were covered in blood completely soaked.

Looking down sighing in return before moving towards the bag of ‘instruments’ grabbing a blood red lip stick applying it a stamp that was formed into lips. Walking over to the guy grabbing his chin and placing the stamp on the cheek I mean they didn’t call you kiss of death just for nothing. I stood for a while wiping down the ‘instruments’ and throwing the rag on the floor removing your black gloves and putting them inside a bag so you can burn later even your clothes.

Hearing your phone ring was surprising no one was supposed to call you during the ‘job’ seeing the caller ID made you pick up your phone as fast I could “DAD” I half-yelled “I haven’t seen you in almost four months” I said leaving my phone between my shoulder and my ear while packing up my stuff and taking them to the car. “Hey sweetheart I know this isn’t how I was supposed to start the conversation, but I need a favor” My dad asked “Of course anything for you, so what is it” I said.

My dad filled me on the details while I packed and got out of the lot to drive back home to prepare for 20 min trip to Charming. During the ride after he gave me details I talked to my dad about what was going on with grandma, my life in general it was good to talk to your parents about certain things. “Of course dad I just got home, yeah no worries I’ll tell him, ok bye dad love you too” I hung up on my dad parking in driveway of your home making sure your Harley was covered because it was going to rain tonight.

Seeing the lights to your bedroom was surprising because well it was late around one in the morning, grabbing your bag from the concrete slinging it over shoulder, grabbing your house keys in the process of your jacket unlocking the door peeking in the hallway where was the bedrooms to see the light still on. Leaving your bag in the laundry room before going into the kitchen to eat the sandwich that was left for you, finishing it quickly chugging a glass of water down to wash it down.

You removed your bloody shoes before changing them to slippers heading back to the laundry room you started removing every article of clothing and grabbing a clean towel before walking to the ‘guest’ bathroom to take a quick shower making sure rubbing every part of your body was squeaky clean. After finishing up and changing into your pajamas you walked back to the laundry room getting the contents out of your bag, putting your ‘instruments’ into a very high place because your little boy was very curios.

After dealing with that you walked back to the hallway before turning into your boy’s room seeing him sleeping with a snoopy plush, walking in turning of the nightlight before re-tucking him again and settled a kiss on his forehead. Heading out you looked back just one more time and closed the door just enough to let the light from the hallway in, heading towards the master bedroom was one of the most exhausting and refreshing things you did today.

Seeing your wife with her hair sprawled out across the pillow watching friends re-runs was literally breathtaking. “Hey you, did you eat already” She asked concerned “Of course I did who do you think I am” I said fakely offended putting a hand on my heart. Laying down she turned the TV off before readjusting her body to where it was facing me and her face were mere inches from each other.

“Let’s go to bed” I muttered before closing my eyes and letting the dreams roll around me.

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Arriving at the TM was very funny for you at least people turned around to see a woman on a Harley was a bit surprising but you could care less in all honestly. Perching your sunglasses on your head looking around for your dad you saw a dark curly headed guy walking towards you, walking towards him meeting him halfway “What do you need sweetheart” He asked he definitely didn’t try to hide the fact he was checking you out.

“Yeah, I’m looking for my dad” I said I tried to look around him put he put a hand on my shoulder to prevent me from doing that, he then continued to put his whole arm around your shoulder leading you to the office “I don’t know about you sweetheart, but I can be your new daddy” He flirted with you.

Shrugging of his shoulder you grab his hand and pinned it behind his back before lowering yourself to his ear “I asked nicely the first time and you don’t want to know what I’ll do to you if you make me ask the second time” I growled into his ear. “HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH HIM” a blonde guy came running from another building that caught the attention of two other guys before following him.

“You see what you caused all because you couldn’t bite your own tongue” I muttered before letting him go and putting my hands up “I asked nicely but he didn’t reply so nicely so yeah” I said rolling my eyes “Jesus I wonder how you would be in bed” The curly one said before anyone had time to react you turned around punching him right in the jaw knocking him on the ground when you felt someone grab your waist you threw your elbow behind your head.

Feeling your elbow wet you knew you got him to bleed next thing you know the one with the tribal tattoo on his head had his gun pointing it at you. Hearing another click beside you grabbed both of your guns from your back and pointing at both men the men you had injured were behind them, inspecting their injuries. “Alright lass put the guns down and we won’t do anything” The Scottish man asked you scoffing your took the safety’s off “I’m not putting down shit, you Scottish jackass” I mumbled glaring the one with the tribal tattoos laughed softly before he stopped completely realizing that it was definitely the wrong time to laugh.

“Don’t stop laughing you tribal headed idiot” I mumbled again feeling a gun behind your head you raised your eyebrows “Really now I’m going to have to take down five guys oh how fun” You said sarcastically feeling the gun drop from your head “(Y/N)” You heard the person mumble glancing back you saw your dad looking at you with a smirk. You smiled before putting your guns way in your holsters you reached up and you hugged him “Already causing problems aren’t you” He murmured into my shoulder “Always” I said.

“Uh Happy aren’t you going to introduce us to this very very lovely creature” The curly headed one said “Actually Tig she’s my daughter” Tig jaw dropped “You know I kinda figured that out, because of the whole exchanged we just had seconds ago” The blonde one said. “Boy’s this is (Y/N), (Y/N) this is Jax, Chibs, Juice, and Tig” You nodded looking over at Chibs “Sorry I said that to you if I knew you were my dad’s friend I would have not said that to you” I said “Or you Juice” I said. “Right what am I here for anyways” I clapped my hands “Let’s talk about that in the clubhouse” Jax said walking towards the clubhouse.

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Finishing the job that needed to be done for the club they wanted it to celebrate it by throwing a party, picking up your wife leaving your child with a close friend you trusted very much. Arriving you can hear the music pumping from the outside fixing your top before turning your wife looking down at your hands. “Hey what’s wrong” I asked I put my hands on the side of her face she put her hand on my left hand “You don’t have your ring on” She muttered nodding my head understanding I usually don’t wear the ring because of my job.

I let her place my ring on my finger before interlocking our hands and walking inside “(Y/N)” Tig yelled making everyone turn around “Oh, who is this fine piece” Tig said before looking over at your very gorgeous wife “This is my wife” I said and thrusted my hands towards her showing her off. “You’re kidding right because you didn’t have a ring earlier” Tig looked baffled Happy walked over “She’s telling the truth brother she’s my daughter in law and adopted a boy together” Happy said before slipping his arm over both of shoulders.

“I swear You were a 9.5 now you are a complete 10” Tig said “Then I learned you’re a mom and I think you just broke the scale you’re a MILF” he yelled out at the end my wife step forward grabbing his wrist in the same position I did when I first met him. “You don’t get to talk to my like that only I can so I suggest go finding somwthing in your standers because she way out of your league” She whispered dangerously.“Ah this is why I married you”

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juancarlos-ortiz · 7 months ago

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Distraction - Happy Lowman x Reader One Shot (NSFW 18+)

A/N: Going in head first on the smut train with this little Happy story - MINORS DNI. I haven't written smut in years so I hope this is ok. Super fun to write for Hap too!

Warnings: Reader has female anatomy but I tried to keep pronouns to a minimum. SMUT - nipple play, nipple sucking/licking, masturbation, mutual masturbation, fingering, handjob, cum, swearing, mature content 18+

Word Count: 2373 words

You smiled as you put your keys in your front door and worked the lock. Happy's boots were at the door, and his bike was parked out on the curb. The pot plant that you had your spare key hidden in was slightly off to one side - only something you would notice. Closing the door behind you, you made your way up the hall, your smile growing when you spotted Happy on your couch. He was nursing a beer in one hand, his other lazily petting your cat that was curled up against his thigh. His eyes were trained on the television. "Hey," you murmured quietly. Happy turned his stare to you, his eyes hard and jaw set. You noticed the tenseness in his shoulders and exhaled a sigh out your nose.

Stakes within the club were getting higher and higher, Jax's control over himself and his decisions seeming to become more strained and erratic everyday since Tara's murder. Happy would never admit it but it was difficult to watch the man he called brother and President slowly begin to lose his way, and have the fallout of that affect the club he loved so much. Happy had always been a very intense individual. You could admit that before you started hooking up a couple of months ago he actually frightened you. But after spending time actually getting to know him and see past his Sargent at Arms patch, you could see that beneath his tough exterior was a man who loved hard. Between his relationships with his brothers to the way that he doted on his mom and aunt, that much was clear.

You dumped your bag on the floor and traipsed over to the lounge. You sat next to Happy, nudging your cat gently so she would move from between you two, allowing you to sidle up against him and wrap your arms around his torso. You cat sprang off the lounge and meowed in annoyance, sending a scathing look your way. "Sorry kitty," you mumbled as Happy wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "She likes you, ya know. Usually she hates guys," you told him. Happy's laugh rumbled in his chest. "Usually I hate cats, so I guess we're both making exceptions," he replied. You pulled your head up from his shoulder and looked into Happy's eyes. "Are you okay?" you asked. Happy sighed, his mouth falling into a small frown. "Yeah," he said. "You don't gotta worry about me."

You pursed your lips, your brow furrowing. "I always worry about you," you admitted. Happy's eyebrows rose. "Is that right?" he asked. Your face flushed, the sudden heat in your cheeks making you divert your stare. Happy laughed again, the gravelly sound making your stomach clench. You laced your fingers with his and stood from your seat. Happy stared up at you fiercely. "You need a distraction?" you asked. He smirked. "You gonna give me one?" You tugged on his hand to pull him to stand with you. You grabbed the nearly empty beer bottle from him and placed it on the coffee table. Then you turned and began to guide Happy to your bedroom. His grip on your hand tightened.

You stood at the end of your bed and faced him. As you reached for the buttons of his cut, he grasped your wrists. You cocked an eyebrow. "Close the door," he ordered. "What?" you laughed. "Don't wanna look up while I'm inside you and see your cat starin' at me like last time," he stated. You laughed and stepped over to the door closing it, half amused half turned on by his brash choice of wording. Stepping back to him you ran your hands up his chest, pulling at the snap buttons. "Better?" you hummed. He just nodded and let you get to work. You undid his cut and slid it off his shoulders before peeling his shirt off of him too. You traced the inked lines across the plane of his chest and stomach, noting how his skin tensed and pebbled at your touch.

You moved your hands towards his belt, pushing the fingers of your right hand beneath his waist band to grasp it whilst your left hand gripped the knife at his side. You pulled him towards you. Happy's eyes widened as he grunted at your actions. You smirked and ran your hand up his chest to grip the side of his neck, tugging him downwards to meet your kiss. You sighed as your lips met, slanting against one another as the fight for dominance began. Happy's kiss was bruising, a landslide of want and pent up frustration barrelling down upon you as he gripped both sides of your neck with his rough hands. You gasped and he took the opportunity to push his tongue past the seam of your lips.

His hands descended down your body, gripping your shoulders, pinching your sides gently, running a hand over your breast, grasping at your hips. In a rush, he crumpled the hem of the shirt you were wearing in his fists and pulled away from your mouth to roughly pull it over your head. You blinked rapidly as he pulled you to him, mouthing at the junction of your shoulder and neck, teeth scraping harshly. You sucked in a sharp breath. "Wait," you choked out. "Wait, hang on," you pushed him back gently. Happy pulled back, confusion written all over his face. "You want to stop?" he asked, trying to downplay the bewilderment in his voice. "No, I don't want to stop," you replied, holding him still once more as he tried to restart what you had paused. "I just… I thought maybe we could try something different tonight." "Different?" he asked.

Happy was no stranger to your body and how to make you feel good but usually every dalliance in the sheets with him ran a similar course. Hard, rough, fast. He always made sure you enjoyed yourself, but it was clear to you that many, if not all, of his previous experiences hadn't been about anything other than getting off. You loved the rough stuff, but there were moments that you wished you had both taken more time with each other. Smiling softly, you stepped into his space again. "Want you to let me take control. Is that ok?" you asked. Happy stared down at you, grappling with your words. There were very little instances in his life where he would let anyone take control away from him. But the way you stared up at him, chest rising and falling with rushed breaths, your tongue darting out to wet your lips - how could he say no.

He swallowed thickly and nodded. You grazed your fingertips down his torso once more, your hands landing on his belt buckle. Slowly, you undid it, revelling in how he shivered as your hands ghosted the skin above where he was beginning to grow hard and aching for you. You nudged his jeans and they fell to the floor - his chain clinking against the hardwood. You ran a finger across the waistband of his boxers. Happy breathed heavily and closed his eyes. "Wanna touch you," he professed, his hands twitching at his sides. You smirked and dipped your hand under his boxers, grasping his cock in your hand. It continued to harden in your grip. "I know baby," you lent forward and pressed a soft kiss against his chest, feeling the vibration under your lips as he groaned. You stroked him slowly from base to tip.

"Look at me," you taunted, smiling when Happy's eyes met yours, his nostrils flaring. "Want you to undress me," you whispered. In a flash Happy's hands were on you, gripping at the button on your pants. "Slowly, slowly," you tutted, pulling your hand from his boxers and gripping his wrists. He clenched his jaw in frustration, making you smirk. You pulled his hands up your sides and around your back to the clasp of your bra. "Kiss me," you breathed. He leant down to press his mouth against yours, unhooking the clasp of your bra and pulling it slowly down your arms. Your skin goosebumped as the garment was taken away, your nipples immediately stiffening into hard buds. Happy pulled back from your kiss to run his hands over both of your breasts, cupping them gently and staring intensely. You flushed under his observation. Moving softly, he swiped both of his thumbs over your hardened nipples making you arch into his touch. He looked up into your face and moved his thumbs again, studying your reaction.

He didn’t realise this was something that was so enjoyable for you. Sure he had used his mouth and hands to play with your nipples briefly before during the act of sex but he had never realised that this act alone could be so… erotic. He pinched them gently, his cock straining as your eyes fluttered shut and a hitched moan fell from your lips. His mouth watered and he lowered his head, taking a nipple into his mouth, his groan matching yours as he lathed his tongue over it. Your hands flew to his head, gripping him and keeping him there. That was fine with him. He would happily stay here for hours if he could get you to make that noise again, if it would make you shudder in his arms over and over. He pulled away and you whined before gasping again as he moved his efforts to your other nipple, making him smirk.

You grasped his free hand and began to move it towards the waistband of your pants. He flicked the button open and shoved them down, chuckling as you eagerly tried to hop out of them. "Slowly, remember," he teased. You pulled your pants off and rolled your eyes. "Shut up, Lowman." He moved to take your sensitive nipple back into his mouth, pushing his fingers down into your panties and groaning at the slick wetness that had already gathered there. Roughly he slipped his fingers between your lips and began to quickly roll your sensitive clit in circles. You shuddered and clenched your thighs around his hand. He growled, trying to move his hand against you. "Slowly," you scolded, although it mostly came out as a panting grunt. Happy released your nipple from his mouth and spun you before pushing you gently against the bed. He sank to his knees and pulled your panties down with him.

He leant forward and pressed a kiss to the apex of your pussy, making you shudder. Gently he pushed you to sit on the edge of the bed. "Show me," he breathed, grasping both of your ankles and setting your feet up on the bed, spreading you out before him. You burned with both desire and embarrassment to have him staring at you so closely and intimately. You tried to close your legs but he held them steadily. "Show me how you like it," he leant forward and gently sank his teeth into your inner thigh. You gasped and immediately your hand moved to your pussy. You pushed your middle and ring finger over your clit and down through your slit before they reached your hole, shivering as you pushed them in all while Happy watched. You gathered some slick on your fingers, dragging them back up the way they came.

You pulled your hand up to your mouth and ran those fingers over your tongue, gathering the spit that had pooled there to add to your makeshift lubricant, simultaneously tasting yourself. Happy groaned and you watched his hand move, knowing it was now in his boxers and he was fucking his fist. The sight turned you on further and you moved your hand back down to circle your clit. You moved it slowly the way you like it, feeling your stomach tighten as you clenched and unclenched, Happy's eyes never leaving your pussy. "Happy," you choked, dipping your fingers down into your hole again before returning to your clit. "Tell me what you want," he growled. "Your fingers… in me…" you panted. He obliged, pulling his hand out of his boxers and licking his own middle and ring fingers.

He pushed the tips of them against your entrance and moaned at how you responded so eagerly, your eyes rolling and pussy clenching before he could even inch them inside completely. You rolled your fingers over your clit quicker and he slowly pressed his fingers inside of you. "What do you want me to do baby?" he asked, crooking his fingers against the soft walls of you, never taking his eyes of where his knuckles were pressed up against you. "Like that please," you mumbled, moaning as he continued to crook his fingers, only moving them in and out in small thrusts. You tightened around his fingers, pulsing and thrumming as your fingers continued to move over that bundle of nerves. Happy could feel his balls tightening, his own stomach heavy and coiling just at the site of you working together to make you feel this good.

You moaned and arched, throwing your head back as all of the blood in your body felt like it raced down to every nerve ending south of your navel. "Hey," Happy growled, smacking your thigh with his free hand. Your head shot up, eyes meeting his as you both continued your assault on your pussy. "Look at me," he barked. You whined, fighting to keep your eyes open as your orgasm crested, jolting through you making your toes curl and your calves nearly cramp, keening and shuddering, your fingers never slowing down. Happy grunted and stood, continuing to plunge his fingers in and out of you and stroke himself with his other hand. With a moan he came, his hips jerking as warm stripes of his cum painted your pussy, mixing with the wetness that had accumulated. Sighing, you laid back with your legs still spread, your chest heaving as you tried to clear the fog in your mind. Suddenly the bed dipped and Happy leaned over you. You smiled and pressed your mouth against his. Pulling away he smirked. "Show me again."

#sons of anarchy #soa #sons of anarchy fanfiction #happy lowman #happy soa #happy lowman x oc #happy lowman fanfiction #happy lowman imagine #happy lowman x reader

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ilikechocolatemilkh · 8 years ago

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02. Crafty

May Writing Prompts

Happy Lowman/Reader

Happy and Juice crept quietly around the house, guns held high and at the ready as they tried to be as silent as possible, anticipating an attack.

“Is all this really necessary, Hap?” Juice whispered as they rounded a corner. “I mean, it’s the two of us against one of her…”

“Don’t underestimate her, kid,” Happy growled, eyes darting all over, “She’s fucking crafty.”

“What the hell do you thin—AAGH!”

The two Sons started shooting wildly when a dark blur jumped down in front of them out of nowhere, initiating fire.

“GodDAMN, little girl!” Happy yelled, pulling his soaked shirt away from his abs. “The roof?! Are you fucking serious?”

Y/N cackled as she aimed her water gun at her Old Man again, squirting him a few more times in the chest. Juice sputtered at Happy’s side, having received a face full of water himself.

“Gotcha, boo!” She giggled before skipping away. “Catch me if you can, Old Man!”

They watched her in disbelief and a little awe.

“‘Crafty’, he says,” Juice mimicked, “‘Don’t underestimate her’, he says. You failed to mention fucking crazy and competitive as hell, Hap!”

Hap held up his water gun and threw Juice a manic grin, a wicked gleam in his eye, “That’s my girl!”

He took off running after his Ol’ Lady, determined to soak that pretty little white shirt of hers before the game was up.

I can’t find where I found the prompts and I am SO sorry! If anyone knows, can they tag the person for credit?

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drabbles-mc · 4 years ago

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Pretty Boy

Juice Ortiz x OFC (Dakota Lowman)

Combining an Anonymous request and a request from @adela-topaz-caelon: Juice Ortiz x F!Reader, were the reader is Happy’s daughter and her boyfriend is Juice? and Juice x female reader where they're at the clubhouse or somewhere, just chilling to keep reader safe or something, and you get those cheesy moments of catching an eye, or an absentmindedly kiss that causes flusteredness

Warnings: language, alcohol, Juice being a lil cutie pie

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: I tweaked each of these requests a little bit, but I hope y’all still enjoy it! I got the Happy’s Daughter request and immediately me and @garbinge started brainstorming OC ideas and we ended up with two daughters for Happy. Clearly we get carried away haha. This is just a fluffy little one-shot and a sort of wamrup/intro to the Lowman Sisters as OCs. We (when I say “we”, I totally mean me and Anj as a unit lmao) have big plans for them in the future and I can’t wait to take y’all along for the ride. In the meantime, enjoy this lil oneshot! xo

SOA Taglist: @masterlistforimagines @mijop @chibsytelford @xladymacbethx @i-just-read-stuff @kkim120 @everyhowlmarksthedead @toni9 @unicornucopia-fuckers @mayans-sauce @shadow-of-wonder @punkgoddess-98 @paintballkid711 @black-repunzel99 @jitterbugs927 @mrsstevenbuchananstark (If you want to be added to the list feel free to let me know!)

“Out of all the women in the universe,” Juice spoke up with a shake of his head, “I think the last two that need someone to watch their backs are Happy’s daughters, that’s all.”

Jax shook his head, “Everyone has someone watching their back, no exceptions.”

“Yea but they don’t need—”

He cut Juice off, “Club call, not theirs.”

Both of Happy’s daughters were sitting back, watching the entire interaction play out in front of them. It wasn’t something that they’d never gone through before, but they each knew that there was a more tactful way to go about it without making them feel like they were being saddled with babysitters. His youngest thought it was all bullshit, but she wasn’t willing to put up a fight over it. Her older sister, however, didn’t have the same reservations.

“Fuck this,” she stood up off her barstool, “You don’t get to make that call for me, Teller.”

“Hap said—”

“Well Hap isn’t here,” she rolled her eyes as she swiped her keys off the table, “Tell my old man if he wants someone to babysit me, he can do it himself,” she began walking towards the clubhouse door, “just like the good old days.”

“Diedra,” Jax stepped towards her, wrapping his hand around her forearm.

She immediately twisted her arm out of his grasp and used her other hand to shove him backwards, “Do that again and I’ll bust your fucking nose,” she waited a beat to see if any of them were going to try to stop her again, and when they didn’t, she looked over to her sister, “Call me if any of these assholes give you any trouble, alright?”

She nodded, “Alright.”

The clubhouse door slammed behind her, leaving an awkward silence in its wake. Jax glanced over at Juice, who was trying to look anywhere but at his VP and the young woman still perched at the bar. With a heavy sigh, Jax spoke up, “Don’t go two for two on losing the Lowman Sisters, alright? Hap is gonna wring my fucking neck over Di as it is.”

“He won’t,” she shook her head, chuckling slightly, “You think our dad doesn’t know what you’re dealing with?”

“You think that your dad is really gonna care about that when it comes down to it?” Jax retorted. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he tried to get his tone in order, “Sorry, Kota. It’s not on you. Just, please stay with Juice, alright? Just until we figure all this shit out.”

She nodded, taking a sip of her coffee and trying to pretend that she didn’t get a little bit of sadistic enjoyment out of Jax’s stress over her father and sister, “Sure, I can handle that.”

He didn’t say anything more before also heading out the door, managing to shut it a little quieter than the woman who had walked out before him. It left just Juice and Dakota by themselves in the clubhouse—everyone else either on club business or safely within the walls of their own homes waiting out the impending chaos.

“How pissed is your dad gonna be about your sister?” Juice asked, a smirk starting to curl the edges of his mouth.

Dakota laughed, shaking her head, “He’s not going to actually be pissed. He knows how Di gets about lockdown and shit,” she paused, smiling, “But he is going to make Jax feel like shit about it first.”

Juice chuckled, “Perfect.”

There were a few beats of silence before she spoke up again, “So do I get to know why I need a bodyguard or…?”

“H-happy didn’t tell you?”

She shook her head, “No,” with a huff she rolled her eyes, “he never tells me shit. I don’t, I don’t know why Di gets to know everything and I don’t. I don’t get what’s so different.”

“She is older,” Juice couldn’t pretend to understand the dynamics in the Lowman family but it seemed like an easy justification to offer up.

“By like, four years. That doesn’t mean shit.”

Juice laughed, “You sound a little bitter.”

“Bitter is in our blood, Juan,” she laughed as she finished off her coffee.

The use of his real name caught him off-guard. The two of them hadn’t ever really talked much, just little conversations here and there. He didn’t think that she knew his real name at all, let alone felt comfortable enough with him to use it. Despite the bite in her tone for every other word she spoke, there was a softness when she said it.

“Right,” he tried to keep himself focused, “Well, your sister seems like a girl full of answers so maybe you should ask her about it.”

“Glad I’m at least going to be locked down with a comedian,” she shook her head before getting up and tossing her coffee cup in the garbage, “So, what? You just gonna follow me around while I do things? Keep me company while I get a pedicure?”

He laughed, “I don’t think that you should really be out getting pedicures right now.”

“Well, then could you at least take me back to my place?” she laughed, “Di and I came together and she just stormed off with the keys.”

Juice couldn’t help the laughter that slipped past his lips, “Yea, yea I think I can handle that.”

As the two of them walked across the lot towards Juice’s bike, Dakota became very aware of the fact that the two of them hadn’t ever spent any one-on-one time together. They saw each other in passing at the clubhouse, and a couple times he’d worked on her car in the past, but they didn’t really know each other. She knew of him, the same way he probably knew of her. But they didn’t learn anything about each other, from each other.

In the past when she and her sister needed someone to watch their back because of things going on with the club, it would usually just be Happy, because that made the most sense. And realistically, Diedra had been right when she said that she could handle herself perfectly fine. If the two of them were left to their own devices they’d probably be okay, but it wasn’t a chance that the MC was willing to take. On a rare occasion or two Chibs or Tig kept an eye on them, but those men usually kept their distance.

Juice handed her a spare helmet, a lopsided grin on his face, “Where is your place, anyway?”

“Apartment complex just off Main?” she said as she clipped the helmet on, “Gray Street.”

He nodded, “Got it.”

She settled onto the bike behind him with ease, no stranger to the ins and outs of a ride. It caught Juice off-guard for a moment before he remembered who she was. He looked down to see her well-manicured nails interlocked over his stomach and he didn’t know why but it made him smile. She leaned against him a little, waiting for him to peel out of the compound. He checked with her to make sure she was good before taking off.

As he rolled into the parking lot of the complex, Dakota directed him where to go and park. Diedra’s car was nowhere to be seen. And while it had been made abundantly clear that she was in charge of herself, Juice still felt a little responsible for how everything had played out.

“You two live here together, right?” he asked as he put down the kickstand of his bike.

“Yea,” she unclipped her helmet and tousled her hair, “but she’s probably blowing off steam somewhere. Maybe tracking down our dad,” she laughed.

“Was it weird growing up with Happy as a dad?” the question came out before he could stop it, and regret instantly flooded over his features, “Fuck, sorry. I, I know it’s really not my business.”

She chuckled as she dug her keys out of her purse, “You’re fine. Don’t apologize so much.”

“Sor—” he stopped himself, “Right.”

“But in answer to your question,” they slowly made their way up the stairs to the second floor of the apartment building, “He…he tried. He does the best he can, you know? I think all our parents do,” she put the key in the lock of her door, “Doesn’t mean that their best is always good enough, but it’s all they can do.”

She was about to step inside when Juice put an arm out in front of her to stop her. She chuckled, nodding for him to go in first and scope the place out, even though it was highly unlikely that anyone ended up there looking for her or her sister.

About a minute later she heard Juice’s voice calling for her to come inside. She laughed as she stepped in, locking the door behind her before tossing her purse off to the side and instantly kicking off her shoes. Juice watched her, and as she sauntered her way into the kitchen he really began to question how the two of them never ended up really speaking to each other. He and Diedra had had a handful of conversations, although they weren’t deep or filled with a lot of pleasantries. But he felt like he had a better idea of who she was, than who her little sister was. She was always kind unless provoked, but she kept to herself a lot of the time.

“Smoothie?” she offered as she pulled a half-full blender out of the fridge.

Juice laughed in surprise. Usually when he was at someone’s house they offered beer, or something stronger. He’d never even been offered water before let alone a smoothie. He shook his head, “I’m good for now, thanks.”

She shrugged, “Suit yourself.”

By the time Diedra came back to the apartment, the sun had long since set. Dakota and Juice were camped out at the counter, both of them laughing hard at whatever story Juice had been telling. They heard the sound of the key in the lock and both of them looked over at the door expectantly. Diedra walked inside, kicking off her boots and tossing her keys immediately. She’d seen Juice’s bike parked outside and wasn’t enthused, and when she could hear their laughter from the hallway, she had the feeling that he wasn’t going to be in a rush to get back to the clubhouse or go home.

She looked about as exhausted and frustrated as she felt. She’d gone and tracked down her father, which did nothing to help the current situation. On top of him being upset about how she was handling the whole protection side of things, he was mad that she had gone out on a manhunt to find him, completely defeating the purpose of having someone keeping her safe.

“You don’t have to stay, you know,” she skipped over the pleasantries and got right to the point, “With the two of us here we should be alright.”

“I, uh, I don’t mind,” Juice didn’t know why he found Diedra to be just as intimidating as her father, but he did, “I can hang out a little longer.”

She shrugged, not looking to argue about it, “Suit yourself,” she looked at her sister, “I’m gonna go shower.”

Dakota gave a wordless nod and watched her sister disappear to the other end of the apartment. She let out a sigh and shook her head—she didn’t know the details of her older sister’s day, but she didn’t have to. Dakota could tell from the moment she walked in that the day hadn’t gone in her favor. She’d try to be there for her if she thought it would get either of them anywhere, but if there was one thing that she’d learned about her sister in all their years growing up together, was that those kinds of things happened on Diedra’s terms, and no one else’s.

“She always this cheery?” Juice asked with tiny smirk, “Or just when I’m around?”

Dakota laughed, shaking her head, “It has nothing to do with you, personally. It’s…complicated. Honestly, she’s gotta like you on some level because she hasn’t threatened you yet. But either way,” she reached and rested her hand on his for a moment, “I’m glad you’re here.”

The touch was light and momentary but Juice felt it course through his entire body. He cleared his throat, trying to do anything besides stare at his hands, “Well that’s…that’s nice to hear.”

“And not that I’m trying to rush you out, but for the sake of your own self-esteem,” there was a playful smile on her face, “you might wanna just head out and come back in the morning. She’ll be a little cooled off by then.”

He nodded, “Yea, yea okay,” he hopped up and they both made their way towards the door, “Lock it behind me.”

She rolled her eyes, “Yea, I’ve done this before.”

He stood in the hallway for a moment as Dakota leaned against the doorframe, a smile beginning to tug at the edges of her mouth. He wanted to reach out and hug her, but he knew better. He shoved his hands into his pockets to fight the urge.

“I’ll see you in the morning, then?” she asked.

He nodded, “I’ll be here bright and early.”

She laughed, “I’ll have coffee ready, then,” she paused, “Goodnight, Juan.”

He smiled, “Goodnight.”

A little while later, when Dakota was already in bed scrolling on her phone, there was a knock on her bedroom door. She turned on the light and called for her sister to come in. When the door opened, Diedra was standing there wrapped in her towel, clothes draped over her arm as she propped herself against the side of the door.

“You all good?”

Dakota propped herself up on her elbows, nodding, “Yea, yea I’m good. You good?”

She shrugged, “I’ll be alright.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Pfft,” her annoyance wasn’t aimed at her sister, “Nothing to say. Same shit,” there was a beat of silence, “Juice stay here with you all day?”

She nodded, “Yea. I know you don’t like him but he seems swe—”

“It’s not that I don’t like him,” she let out a small sigh, “the whole situation is just a fuckin’ mess. Plus you and I are adults—we don’t need fucking babysitters.”

Dakota couldn’t do anything besides nod, “I know. I just, I don’t see the point in fighting it if we’re just gonna lose.”

“You’re only fine with it because they saddled you with the pretty boy,” a knowing smirk crossed Diedra’s face for a moment.

Her little sister laughed, “Certainly doesn’t hurt to have something nice to look at in a pseudo-lockdown.”

“Mhm,” she shook her head, “Just don’t do anything stupid, alright?”

“Never,” she laughed, “Love you.”

“Love you.”

With that she shut the door and made her way off to her own room. Dakota flopped back down onto her pillow with a sigh, trying to get everything in order in her head. All she ever really wanted to do was keep the peace, but it was practically an impossible task at this point so she wondered what the use was in even trying anymore.

True to her word, the next morning there was already a pot of coffee made by the time that Juice got there. Truthfully, she’d just set an alarm specifically for that purpose and then gone right back to bed. That was made evident to him by the fact that she answered the door half-asleep, hair still a bit of a frizzy mess from a night of tossing and turning. She smiled and waved him in but didn’t say much of anything, wordlessly gesturing to the coffee pot to let him know to help himself.

“Not a morning person?” he chuckled.

She shook her head, running her hands down her face, “No, that’s always been Di’s thing. I’m a night owl.”

As if on cue, Diedra came bounding into the apartment, headphones still on and drenched in sweat from her run and workout that morning. She saw Juice standing in the kitchen and offered him a slight nod as she made her way directly to the bathroom to shower. She lightly patted Dakota on the back as she walked by, letting the gesture serve as her greeting for the morning.

“So,” Juice drummed his fingers on the edge of the counter as he watched Dakota pour them each a cup of coffee, “what’s the plan for today?”

She shrugged as she slid it across to him, “You tell me,” she took a sip, “I got some school shit I gotta do, but I can do it here or at the clubhouse if that’s better. I still don’t know what the fuck is going on, so I’m following your lead on this.”

No one had ever said those words in that order to him before. He took a long drink out of his coffee cup to buy himself a few extra seconds to think, “Um, I mean, clubhouse would probably be best. More people around,” his eyes flicked towards the other end of the apartment, “I’m guessing your sister is just gonna…”

“Do whatever she wants to do?” she laughed, nodding, “Sounds about right,” she stretched, taking a deep breath, “Alright. Let me get ready and we can head out.”

“Okay,” he sat down at the counter, “No rush or anything.”

While he was finishing his coffee and waiting for Dakota to get ready, her sister emerged back into the kitchen, no longer in her sweaty workout clothes. She had on a baggy hoodie and a pair of running shorts, hair still down and damp as she opened the fridge to start pulling together her smoothie for the morning.

“Where you two crazy kids off to today?” she asked as she set everything on the counter.

“Just to the clubhouse,” he paused, trying to figure out if she should ask what he was about to ask, “You?”

She glanced back over her shoulder, her expression serious for a moment before she cracked the smallest of smiles, “I’ll be around. Got some shit I gotta handle.”

“Anything I can—”

“All you gotta worry about is my sister and the club, Juice,” her tone was firm, but not mean.

Before he could say anything more, Dakota walked back out into the kitchen. She looked back and forth between her sister and Juice, surprised at the lack of tension in the room. There wasn’t the fear of god in Juice’s eyes the way there had been the night before.

“We’re gonna head out,” she gave Juice a slight nod towards the door before looking back at her sister, “Text me when you get where you’re going?”

She nodded, “Sure thing. Don’t let him wipe out on the bike.”

Dakota laughed as she looked over at Juice, “Well, guess we’re taking the bike.”

Dakota made herself comfortable at one of the tables in the clubhouse. She had her headphones on and her schoolwork spread out across the table in front of her. Between her notebooks and her laptop, there was just enough room for Juice and his computer on the other side of the table. Every now and then she’d look up and catch him staring at her, and she’d offer up a smile before diving back into her work. Juice wanted to ask her about it, wanted just about any reason to listen to her talk, but he stopped himself.

It was late in the afternoon when she finally leaned back in her chair, taking her headphones off with a groan. She ran her hands down her face as she shook her head, trying to get her brain to slow down. Juice looked up at her, chuckling quietly.

“It’s going that well, huh?”

“Go back to school they said. It’ll be good for you they said,” she laughed, rolling her eyes, “Fuck this. I don’t know why I’m paying to suffer.”

Juice couldn’t help but to laugh, “Sorry it’s so rough.”

She shrugged, “It’s fine. I just need to complain about it sometimes,” she smiled at him, “And since you’re the one who is stuck with me, you’re the one who has to hear it. Sorry.”

“You can complain as much as you want,” a smirk tugged at his lips as he drummed his fingers on the table, “I don’t mind.”

That was the routine that they fell into for the next week. Each morning Juice would show up at her apartment, make small-talk with Diedra that got less and less awkward as the days went on, and then they’d head to the clubhouse once Dakota was ready. On the days when Juice was actually working at T-M, Dakota would set herself up at the picnic table outside, or if she was just reading, she would find an empty chair in the garage to sit in so that the two of them would stay close. It wasn’t that they really needed to talk all that much, but the proximity was nice. And, for the time being, they had the cover of the fact that he was supposed to be keeping an eye on her.

In the midst of a sea of fleeting touches and soft smiles, neither of them brought themselves to say anything to address all the feelings that were bubbling up. A few times, Juice almost did. There were moments, after he’d park his bike at the clubhouse or her apartment, and she’d leave her arms wrapped around him a little longer than necessary. She’d keep herself flush against his back despite the fact that she didn’t need to anymore, and he’d almost get the nerve to say something to her. But it never quite happened. He’d see her reading, taking notes on something that was way above his paygrade, and every square inch of his brain would scream at him to tell her that she’s beautiful, but the words always got caught in his throat.

“Guess what,” Diedra strode over to the picnic table where her sister was sitting, laptop set up in front of her for class.

She looked up, eyebrows raised, “What’s up?”

“As of,” she looked at the time on her phone, “One hour and twenty-five minutes ago, we are no longer on fake, need-a-babysitter lockdown.”

Dakota laughed, shaking her head, “I don’t think that you ever really were.”

“Yea, well,” Diedra laughed as she swiped up her sister’s drink and took a sip of it, “now Dad can’t keep giving me shit about it. So that’s a plus,” there were a few beats of silence, “You gonna break the news to pretty boy over there? Or you gonna let the club do it?”

She smiled, shaking her head, “No news to break. Shit will just go back to business as usual.”

“He’s gonna be real fuckin’ bummed about it, you know.”

She arched one eyebrow, “Why does it feel like you’re encouraging this?”

“He seems less shitty than most the other guys you’ve brought around.”

“We’re not even—”

“I know,” Diedra chuckled, “I know you’re not. But he’s chomping at the fuckin’ bit so I’d say something before he thinks that he’s completely lost his shot.”

Dakota’s nails clacked on the surface of the picnic table as she tapped them, clearly thinking about everything her sister had said to her. Diedra walked away, letting her little sister mull over what she had said.

As the afternoon was drawing to a close, the guys all came out of church into the main expanse of the clubhouse. Everyone was whooping and hollering, and it was clear that whatever the issue it was that had arisen, had been taken care of. Everyone else who was already at the clubhouse joined in on the cheering, despite not knowing all of the details.

Diedra and Dakota were camped out at the bar, each of them smiling and shaking their heads because they knew the antics that were about to ensue. The music immediately got louder and the prospect behind the bar skipped over grabbing glasses and just took out a few entire bottles of liquor to set on the counter for the guys to grab.

After a few minutes of the initial chaos, Dakota felt someone’s hand land on her shoulder. She turned around, expecting to see Juice, but instead came face-to-face with her father. She smiled up at him as she took a sip of her beer.

“Glad everything got sorted.”

He nodded, “For now,” there was a pause as he looked her over, “You’re alright?”

She laughed, “Yea, Dad, I’m alright. I’m not the person at the top of the priority list for anyone who is out to get you. And even if I was,” she nodded towards her sister who was now at the other end of the bar in a heated discussion with Tig about something, “between Di and Juan, no one was getting to me.”

His brows furrowed when he heard her refer to him by his real name, “He didn’t do anything fucking stupid, did he?”

She almost choked on her beer, shaking her head, “No, no he didn’t. Jesus Christ, Dad, cut the kid some slack.”

“Alright,” he nodded, pulling her in and placing a chaste kiss to her forehead, “I love you.”

She chuckled, nodding, “I love you too.”

Happy disappeared into the crowd and it was only a few moments before the stool beside her became occupied. She glanced over, a smile spreading across her face when she saw the person she’d been expecting originally.

“Congrats on, well,” she chuckled, “whatever you guys did.”

Juice smiled, shaking his head, “Just keeping ourselves alive and outta jail for another day. That’s all,” he paused as he took the beer bottle being handed to him by the man on the other side of the bar, “Guess you’ll finally be able to go and get your pedicures now.”

She laughed, “Yea I guess so. The invite is still open if you wanna come with me. It’s quite the experience.”

“Tempting,” he leaned onto the bar, letting his elbows rest on it, “But I think I’m good.”

“You know, even if you don’t want to go and get pedicures with me,” she sipped on her beer, “We could find something else to do that we could both enjoy.”

He looked over at her, a tentative smile on his face, “Yea?”

She shrugged, “Yea. Preferably something not early in the morning. I’d love to go back to sleeping in,” she couldn’t help but to laugh.

“You didn’t have to wake up early, you know.”

“Yea, but, I wanted to. I…I like spending time with you.”

That statement hung in the air for a few seconds before she gently nudged his knee with her own. It snapped him out of whatever train of thought he was trapped in, his eyes searching hers waiting to figure out the next move. She smiled, a quiet laugh passing her lips before she leaned in and kissed him, her hand coming to rest on the back of his head.

Shock went through his body for a moment as he forced himself to realize that it was really happening, that it wasn’t just a dream. His hand lightly gripped onto her thigh as he let himself lean into her. When she pulled her lips off of his, they each laughed, the sound of it soft against the raucous noise of the clubhouse.

“I’m free tomorrow,” Juice forced out through the surprise coursing through his system, “If…if you wanted to do something.”

Dakota laughed, leaning back onto her seat but letting her hand tangle up with his, “Yea, I could do something tomorrow.”

“Afternoon?” he said with a laugh.

“Yea,” she laughed and gave his hand a squeeze, “Tomorrow afternoon is good.”

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crimsonheart01 · 4 years ago

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All Lit Up (Happy Lowman x Female!Reader)

A/N: Ugh, Happy will always be my number 1. Thank you @est1887 for sending this request. We could all use some festive Happy Lowman, don’t you think?

Prompt: 17. “If you turn down the Christmas music, I’ll murder you.”

Word Count: 1.2K words

Playlist: Merry Christmas, Baby - Charles Brown [YouTube] [Spotify]

Warnings: None, just some good fluff Happy Lowman

“Now I’m feelin’ mighty fine, got good music on my radio Well, I’m feelin’ mighty fine. I got all that good music on my radio I wanna kiss you, baby While you’re standing ’neath the mistletoe.” Merry Christmas, Baby – Charles Brown

He idled in the driveway for a moment before killing the engine. He gazed through the front window and could see the commotion happening within. He steeled his nerves, preparing himself for what he was about to walk into. She’d been gearing up for this, and he’d only just barely held her back. Now that it was officially December, he knew he didn’t have a leg to stand on. She’d waited patiently all November, and if he was honest with himself, she deserved to celebrate.

She didn’t need her grumpy Old Man standing in her way. With a deep inhale, he dismounted his Harley and clapped his helmet down onto the side mirror. He stepped up toward the house and had to take a beat before opening the door. He could hear the music playing loud and seeping out through the closed front door. He held back a grin and shook his head. She was a force to be reckoned with when she had her mind made up. It was no wonder she ended up capturing his attention in the first place.

Unable to hide his smirk any longer, he unlocked the door and pushed it open only to be bombarded by the music. He knew it was loud, but he wasn’t expecting it to be this overwhelming. His nostrils flared at the abrupt change in noise levels, and he fought back the need to rub his forehead in exasperation. Instead, he chewed on the inside of his cheek, his infamous tick indicating the small annoyance he was feeling.

That feeling was dashed away in the next moment because after he’d unlaced his boots and lined them on the shoe rack, he was greeted by the sight of her dancing in front of a half-trimmed tree. He may hate the holidays, he may hate the music, he may hate the obligation of gift-giving, but he didn’t hate her. He walked into the living room, crossed his arms over his chest, and leaned his shoulder against the wall, content to watch her.

She moved with calculated measures, no ornament too close or too hidden on the tree. Everything was in a specific spot for optimal viewing pleasure. He shook his head in amusement as he caught her pause while she thought about where to put the one that was currently in her hand. His attentions were distracted when another song began to play, this one more upbeat and obnoxious than the last one.

~(SOA)~

She swayed her away around the living room, singing along to the song playing. The music centred around this season was her favourite part. She could go without the presents and the rush to find something for everyone in her life, but not the music. This was what made the season magical. It set the tone, the feel. She would never understand the people who didn’t love the thrill of playing their favourite holiday record.

She bent down, rummaging through the countless boxes of decorations that she’d pulled out from the garage. There were several different colour schemes she could’ve gone with, but this year she wanted to do something bold. That’s how she settled on a blue and silver theme. While she loved the classic red and gold, there was something about this year that had her feeling so much more. She had finally settled into her new town, made a bunch of new friends and even picked up a courtship with an incredibly handsome man.

She hadn’t been expecting much from the transfer. She figured she’d work the few years they requested of her and then pack back up and move back to headquarters when the option was opened back up to her. She loved her job, but sometimes she hated the relocating every couple of years. However, this one had proved good for her, and for that, she was thankful.

She now had people to celebrate with, even when they begrudgingly participated. She chuckled to herself at the disgruntled protests of Happy, unwilling to really get into the holiday spirit with her, but she waited. She played by the rules of their first holiday together. She took it easy but made it clear how much she loved this season. She knew that with time, he’d come around. Plus, she had several tricks up her sleeves for the coming weeks.

She was turning away from the box with another few ornaments in her hands when she did a double-take in the black of the TV next to her. In the reflection, she watched as he stood there admiring her. She took this chance to accentuate her actions, knowing that he took pleasure in spending time just watching her.

They had such an easy connection; she was loud where he was quiet. They complimented each other in their opposites. It was a marvel that they ended up together in the first place. It turned out she was exceptional at reading body language, and he spoke volumes to her. She enjoyed how they managed to

She placed the last decoration in her hands on the tree only to catch Happy, making his way towards the stereo. She narrowed her eyes at his reflection.

“If you turn down the Christmas music, I’ll murder you.” She called out to him, over the music, and without turning around.

Still facing the tree, she watched as his hand hesitated in midair, and it made her smirk. He registered her tone and heard the authority within it, or it was the fact that he’d rubbed off on her quite a bit, and she was mimicking his own personality back at him. It made him stutter because she was always upbeat and soft in her tones. It was unexpected. Obviously the season brought about a different version of her. He turned him in her direction, and she spun around, giving him a coy grin. He sighed and shook his head lightly at her playfulness.

In retaliation, he stuck his hand out again, and she growled at him, “Don’t you dare.”

This time he grinned back and spun the volume wheel with abandon, and the music dropped several decibels. She opened her mouth in mock shock and charged towards him, intent on turning the music back up. Her pursuit was hindered when he stepped directly in front of the stereo and caught her in his arms. She huffed at him, choosing to shove him lightly against the chest. He graced her with a rare smile, and she melted.

“Looks like you’ve been busy in here, girl.” He commented, taking a sweeping look around the house.

She tilted her head to the side and smiled. Her hands slid up over his shoulders and up his neck to caress the top of his head. He closed his eyes at her affections and leaned down towards her. She tugged him all the more closer and kissed him soundly.

“It’s December 1st,” She murmured against his mouth, “I needed to catch up.”

He let out a low laugh and shook his head in amusement, “Nothing ever gets in your way.”

She shook her head at him, confirming the statement. He bowed toward her a second time, capturing her lips with his and held her tightly against him. Maybe this time of year wasn’t all bad. Not if he had her here with him.

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years ago

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My love, could i request 10 w Happy..pleaeseee

I am SO SORRY I left you waiting for 500 years for this, lol! Enjoy!

"Jesus fuckin'..."

And that is where his words cut off, a muttering of "woah, damn" following from the bathroom. “Shit, baby. You marked me up good.”

Jumping off the bed, you pad out of the bedroom and across to the bathroom, finding your man examining his back in the mirror. "Looks like someone drew on me with a red magic marker." He then takes your hand, holding it aloft, his eyes looking between you and your pointed nails a few times.

"What?" You chuckle, running them softly down his chest. "If you don't want to be shredded, then you shouldn't be so good at giving me a reason to, should you?"

His mouth tilts into an agreeable smirk. "Fair."

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brunettemarionette · 1 month ago

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

☾‧₊˚ ⋅ ― female reader. no description of features. no mentions of size, race or age.

🇲🇦🇮🇳 🇲🇦🇸🇹🇪🇷🇱🇮🇸🇹 💜🇸🇴🇦 🇲🇦🇸🇹🇪🇷🇱🇮🇸🇹

𝗝𝗮𝘅 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

Jax spots the guy leaning in too close to you, spouting off some pathetic attempt at a pickup line while tossing in a jab about “wannabe biker boys.” His lips twitch into a deadly smirk as he struts over, confidence oozing with every step.

“Hey, babe,” he says smoothly, wrapping an arm around your waist, his icy blue eyes locking on the clueless idiot. “This clown bothering you?”

When the guy stammers, Jax leans in, his voice dropping low. “Y’know, I’d think twice before badmouthing my club. Especially when I’m the President. But since you didn’t know…” He gives a sharp, humourless laugh. “You’ve got about three seconds to walk away before this gets messy.”

The guy practically trips over himself as he scurries off, and Jax turns back to you, flashing that charming grin. “You alright, darlin’? Let’s get outta here.”

𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀:

Aggressively Supportive & Protective

𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗯𝘀 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

Chibs doesn’t even bother hiding the cold steel in his gaze as he hears the man flirt with you, his Scottish accent turning sharp as glass when he interrupts.

“Yer sure talkin’ a big game for someone who doesn’t know whose girl he’s chattin’ up,” Chibs drawls, stepping between you and the idiot.

The guy scoffs, mentioning something about “bikers and daddy issues,” and that’s all it takes for Chibs’ deadly smirk to surface. “Aye, that’s cute. Now, I’ve got a wee bit of advice for ye: you leave now, or I’ll give ya somethin’ to cry about.”

The guy falters at the glint in Chibs’ eyes, backing off immediately. Once he’s gone, Chibs tilts his head toward you, his voice softening. “You good, love? Let’s grab a drink.”

𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀:

Snarky Power Couple That Can, And Probably Will, Destroy You

𝗧𝗶𝗴 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

Tig hears the guy’s comment about how “guys in leather are overcompensating” and loses it. He storms over, practically buzzing with energy, his wild eyes daring the guy to say another word.

“Excuse me? You got somethin’ to say about me, buddy?” Tig growls, his tone loud enough to make everyone turn and stare.

The guy freezes, trying to laugh it off, but Tig’s already in his face, pointing at you. “You see her? She’s with me. Me. So if you’re gonna keep running your mouth, you’d better hope you’re faster than I am. Spoiler alert: you’re not.”

The guy stammers out an apology and bolts, leaving Tig to turn back to you with a grin. “See that? Chased him off. No one messes with my girl.”

𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀:

Thinks They're In Charge (Tig) x Is Actually In Charge (You)

𝗢𝗽𝗶𝗲 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

Opie hears the guy call SAMCRO a “bunch of thugs” while shamelessly flirting with you. He clenches his fists, his jaw ticking as he approaches. He towers over the guy, his deep voice calm but dangerous.

“Got a problem with my club?” Opie asks, his sheer size and quiet intensity enough to make the guy gulp.

When the man stutters, Opie steps closer, his eyes like granite. “And you think hitting on my girl is a good idea? You’re either real stupid or looking for trouble.”

The guy quickly backpedals, muttering apologies as he slinks away. Opie watches him go, then turns to you with a small smile. “You alright? Let’s head out before I change my mind about letting him walk away.”

𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀:

Home Is Wherever You Are

𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

Happy doesn’t need to say much. The second he hears the guy say something about “bikers being all talk,” he strides over silently, his expression as unreadable as ever.

He steps between you and the guy, looking him up and down with cold, assessing eyes. “You like your teeth where they are?” Happy asks, his voice low and gravelly.

The guy blinks, confused, but the pure menace radiating off Happy is enough to make him reconsider whatever dumb thing he was about to say. “N-no problem, man. I was just leaving.”

Happy watches him go, then turns to you with a rare smirk. “You good? Let’s go.”

𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀:

Unaware in public (you) x Overprotective in public (Happy)

𝗝𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗲 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

Juice hears the guy call SAMCRO a “bunch of wannabes” while trying to charm you, and he immediately stiffens. He’s not the most intimidating at first glance, but the second he speaks, his tone is sharp.

“You might wanna rethink what you’re saying,” Juice says, stepping up beside you, his eyes narrowing. “That ‘wannabe’ club? That’s my family.”

The guy laughs nervously, trying to brush it off, but Juice isn’t backing down. “And her?” He points at you. “She’s my girl. So why don’t you take your crappy lines somewhere else before I make you regret opening your mouth?”

The guy stumbles over an apology before fleeing, and Juice exhales, turning back to you. “You okay? Let’s get out of here before I really lose it.”

𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀:

You Fell First, But He Fell Harder

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗴

Bad Company by Five Finger Death Punch

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