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purplerain85 · 7 months

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Betrayal

Pairing: Happy x Reader

Summary: You catch Happy cheating with someone you never expected and Happy clearly needs a reminder why he’s not to mess with you let alone your heart (you are as crazy as Happy if not a little bit more nuts) that person pays the price for your anger and pain and Betrayal.

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Smut (mentions of Blowjobs, protected and unprotected sex, Oral female receiving, fingering) and a small murder 🙈 at the end.

Tag 🏷️ @withmyteeth @darklydeliciousdesires @jvalentinesworld-cokes-hyna @yourwonkywriter @drabbles-mc @darqchilddaydreamz @reyeswritesmc @samcro-saint99 @happysoldlady @chibsytelford @twistnet @nessamc @indefiniteimagines @raewritesfiction

When you arrived at the clubhouse after working a 12 hour shift, walking up to the doors you can hear two people fucking somewhere in the dark corner, you giggle to yourself and then stop dead in your tracks when you hear his name being moaned…. You brain doesn’t comprehend what you heard at first because you know that voice but there is no way she would do that to you she knows better. But your feet are already walking toward the noise. Hoping and praying that you are wrong.

Unfortunately you are not it’s your “best friend” Brenda (who is smaller than you, blonde hair fake boobs, and prettier than you, in your opinion) and your Husband he has her bent over one of the picnic tables with he has a hand between her shoulders and one on her hip. You know it’s an emotionless fuck at least to him but to her it’s probably not. He has never cheated on you as you never counted the crow eaters from the other charters who just gave him a blowjob and moved on he never did anything like that at home.

Because he knows better he knows how insane you are, besides Gemma you are the only other woman that scares the pants off of him. When you two started dating a certain crow eater refused to get the message, she showed up at the clubhouse trying to get with Happy and you caught wind of her and she disappeared and no one knew what happened even though you were investigated there were no charges because there was no link between you and her as you said you never seen her and no one ever saw you two in the same place and there was no body like the last missing person you were investigated for when you first came in contact with Happy.

Brenda looked up and made contact with you and she gasped and said “Y/N fuck…. I” that was enough to get Happy to look up at you and he went white and pulled out of her ripped the condom off and threw it at Brenda (you were at least happy he used a condom) you just glared at them then turned and walked away back to your car you barely made it out of the parking lot when you heard his bike come to life. You knew he would be home the same time and you were ready to all but kill him or her at this point it didn’t matter this was the worst kind of betrayal you have ever had.

You both arrive home at the same time but you were faster than him as you were able to slam the front door literally in his face which you know is something that set him off. Happy walks in slamming the door so hard the house shook and the smirk on your face told you it was show time. “What the fuck Y/N!” He shouts turn on your heels so fast that he stops in his tracks yelling “no you don’t get to what Fuck the you jerkwad! You! not only did you cheat! you cheated with my best friend the one you think is an air head and keep saying is fake, the one I killed for!” Happy just stand there letting you vent cause he knows you are right and his anger over a door is nothing compared to the anger he can literally feel radiating off of you. “Did you get on your knees for her? Did you eat her out? Because we both know you have eaten me out in forever and she all but fucking demands it with who she is fucking so have you been fucking her all this time?” Happy goes to respond and you cut him off “You know what ? I don’t give a fuck, get the fuck out of my face” you take your wedding ring off and throw it at him and walk to your room and slam the door shut.

Happy stands there in shock as he picks up your ring and starts pacing the living room, trying to figure out why he fucked Brenda he can’t even stand her and her fake ass. At first he tried to blame it on your working so much but he cannot blame you, even after working 12,13,14 hours you still came home and even though you were dead on your feet you still took care of him and he realized that he neglected you and fell into a routine of not taking care of you, and just out for himself. He was literally just looking for a fuck when Brenda hit on him and Jax told him to think about what he was doing. He stopped mid pace and sneered at his clothes all he could smell was her, he ripped his clothes off and walks out back in his boxers and out his clothes in the fire pit and set the clothes on fire. Then went back into the house and had a hot shower so he could wash away everything from his Fuck up away.

Happy walks into the bedroom and sees you laying there in your fuzzy pjs and you watch him (well still glaring daggers at him) while he walks in naked and he slightly touch’s your toes as he walks by and you jerk away and say “don’t fucking touch me” he rolls his eyes and grabs his ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed (you fight him a little bit but not much that he thinks you don’t want it) and yanks your shorts off and pushes your legs apart and his face is instantly attached to your core and he runs his tongue back and forth from your opening to your clit and eats you like a starved man, moaning so loud at your taste that you can barely keep it together you put your hand on his head to keep yourself grounded, he removes them and places his and your hands on your stomach to hold you still. He pulls to strong orgasms out of you before he is starts to use his fingers while keeping his mouth and tongue working your clit, he finds your g-spot in a matter of seconds and then he pulls your hood back exposing you clit fully to his tongue you are moaning about too much but he keeps going, you have no idea what to do with your hands, they go from his head to his arm trying to pull it lose so his will let go of your hood, to your hair pulling it to the sheets.

When he finally gets your to cum again his fingers are coated with your cream and he sucks his fingers clean while moving up your body you barely register what he is doing tell you feel him pushing into you and you say “I can’t cum again…” he hushes you with a kiss and says “yes you can, I have a lot to make up for” he starts moving slowly passionately while kissing you, sucking and nibbling at your neck, sucking and biting your breast to leave marks and sucking on your nipples. He moves back up to your mouth and says “I am so sorry, there is nothing I can do or say that will make what I did ok, I don’t even know why I did it.” You pull him into a kiss and then slap his ass and tell him to “fuck my like you mean it”. Some how he manages to pull four more orgasms out of him by the second one your are begging him to cum.

You wake up before Happy does and you see about 100 messages from Brenda and what set you off is the fact that she couldn’t even admit that she was wrong she was putting it all on Happy and basically said that he took advantage of her. You messaged her back saying you wanted to meet before she went to work at 8am. And the dumb bitch replied back with “okay 😊”

Happy woke up to Chibs and Jax barging into his house asking “where is Y/N at? Brenda never showed up to work and her mom and boss called the Sheriff” he looked over at the clock and realized it was 4:30 pm he said “I didn’t even realize she left, she was suppose to be off today so she could be anywhere”

Chibs said “well you fucked her best friend and now both girls are missing and both their phones are off but Y/N phone last pinged her and Brenda’s phone pinged North West of here there’s nothing out there” Happy for a look on his face and quickly grabbed his stuff and said he had to go and would call if he needed back up. He got in his van and called Tig “did Y/N ask for that fucking key again?”

Happy and Jax arrived at the factory 3 hours later he saw Y/N car and the side door of the abandoned Factory open and walks toward the door he gets close to the door and all he can smell is acid.

The factory use to make and sell acid but closed down for some reason or another Happy never knew why, he explains to Jax that he knows of this place because this is where he first met you, when he was hired to get rid of someone’s abusive husband but you had found him first as he later found out you had inside information on where he would be because it’s was Brenda’s husband he had been hired to kill and he never trusted Brenda from the get go.

He and Jax walk in and they can hear Brenda crying and begging and calling for help. Jax says “I know a lot of the other guys are scared of her but I had no idea why and I know she is loyal to a fault and is protective of what is her’s but I never imagined she was a killer! How many people has she killed?” Happy looks at him and shrugs “15 that I am aware of and that is including the two she was questioned on since we have been together, I kept her quite tame after we got together, but I think my Fuck up from last night might derail her.” Jax looks at him with wide eyes and says “15? 15! Wait so she did kill that crow eater? Here?” Happy nods to both questions “the acid is so strong nothing is left behind. And since she leaves her phone at home for all her killings and when she goes to work and has an old ass car with no gps and has access to acid vats she know she won’t get caught unless someone snitches on her and she knows that will never be me or Tig will and the weak link is up there begging for her life so don’t piss her off. She scares the piss out of me but I love her more than anything.”

Happy calls out “babe! We are walking up the stairs!” You reply with “who’s we?” Happy says “just Jax and I” as the step up onto the platform which was about 9.5 feet above the massive vat of acid, he assets the scene Brenda’s face is bloody and swollen and is tied to a wooden chair (probably not a good thing) and restrained with strips of cotton (nope definitely not good little Miss Brenda is not coming out of this alive) you look and Happy and say “oh great another person who I have to watch so they won’t tell on me.” Jax raises hands and says “darlin’ I am not telling anyone anything because unlike the rest of my crew who may be scared of my mother and you. I am scared of Happy and I like living! So what is your plan just going to toss her in?”

You smile at Jax and look at Brenda and say “You know after all I did for this bitch she was planning of snitching on me and all of you because she got caught hiring someone to kill her sister but then the guy chickened out and reported her but there was no proof so she decided to seduce you in hopes that I would kill you and then she would kill her sister and she thought she could work it so I would be caught and blamed for everything.” Brenda is crying “no, no, no, I promise I wasn’t going to tell on you, Ha-happy raped me I swear I would never betray you like that.” You look her in the eyes and say “I know Happy and he doesn’t rape woman let alone like to hurt them and as far as I know he has only killed one woman.” Brenda starts going on again about how Happy is this and that that you just roll your eyes and are about to walk over to her but Happy grabs the chair and flings her and the chair off the platform and you hear Breanda screaming tell you hear a splash. You stand there shocked looking at Happy with a fire he knows all to well and he says “now that, that is done can we please go home?” He hands you your ring and you three leave Jax takes the van and you and Happy drive home. Where you rode that man tell you passed out.

#happy lowman x reader #happy lowman angst #happy lowman smut #happy lowman #david labrava x reader #david labrava #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy x smut #sons of anarchy x reader #tig trager #jax teller

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enretrogue · 3 months

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𝗝𝗔𝗡𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟮)

༝༚༝༚ = Black/POC Works ⎢ 24’ Fic Rec M.List

ONE CHICAGO:

Connor Rhodes

Mine — @halsteadlover

Dream Partners — @sjhhemmings

Comfortable — @kiddbegins

Babysitting 101 — @iamwhoami

Emergency Love — @callsign-dexter

Plan — @lcvesjj

Jay Halstead

Kiss It, Kiss It Better Baby — @halsteadlover

Haunted — ^

Night Struggles — ^

Our Little Family — ^

A New Milestone — ^

Under Fire — ^

Shadows From the Past — ^

“Ladies love a guys who’s good with kids” ⎢ Part 2 — @poppadom0912

Uncle and Niece (Platonic) — ^

Love on Ice — ^

30 Hours — @dandelionfairyyy

Halstead’s Favorite Duo — @ballarkeselection

Exciting — @fangirlfrom-hell

CPD Gala — @hereforhalstead

Home — @deanstead

The Way You Are — @loislane41319

PEAKY BLINDERS:

Alfie Solomons

Interviews for New Beginnings: Part 7 — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Request 24 — @fandom-puff

Living with Alfie Solomons — @heavencanbeaprisontoo

The Silent Treatment — @warnersister

Luca Changretta

Living with Luca HCs — @heavencanbeaprisontoo

Thomas Shelby

Me Time — @garrison-girl-08

Daddy’s Princess — ^

Tommy Convincing His Wife to Stop Being Angry — @wutheringcaterpillar

Of Bending and Breaking — @call-sign-shark

Mr. Forgettable — @mrkdvidal1989

Time After Time Chapter 14 — @all-mirth-no-matter

Wedding Day — @cillianthinker

When She Laughs, The Heavens Hum a Stun Gun Lullaby — @saintmuses

SONS OF ANARCHY:

Filip “Chibs” Telford

The Last to Know — @kdogreads

Imagine Being Chibs’ Old Lady ⎢ Part 2 — ^

Imagine Taking In the Teller Boys With Chibs — ^

Very Soon — ^

My Dove — ^

Ruin — @bullet-prooflove

No Words — ^

Teach Me How to Ride — @violentdelightsandviolentends

Pussyfooting — @indifferent-depravity

Happy Lowman

Violent Little Thing — @fanficimagery

Your Family Disapproving of Happy — @imagineredwood

Angst to Fluff Prompts — @ravennaortiz

Flash Fic Request — @withmyteeth

Cocoa Wars — @darqchilddaydreamz

Miss Me — @marvelous-slut

Just for Today — @obsessedasusual

Jackson “Jax” Teller

Relentless — @violentdelightsandviolentends

Heatwave — ^

Insomnia — @spaghettificationandpretzels

You Aren’t Meant to Be Back Until Christmas Eve — @rebelwrites

Only Mine — @thisreadswhatever

Fluff Prompt — @youvebeenlivingfictional

I’m Sorry — @pumpkin-writes

Rescued — @garbinge

Harry “Opie” Winston

Nowhere to Be — @drabbles-mc

Stolen Sweater — @i'm-just-a-mississippi-girl

Good Honest Work — @spaghettificationandpretzels

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proceduralpassion · 6 months

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nine people i'd like to get to know better

tagged by @ravensfreckles thanks love 🥰

last song: all for you by janet jackson

favorite color: green

currently watching: #blackaf lol this show came out in the pandemic and i just never watched it but i wanted to watch something with rashida jones in it after binging parks and rec clips on youtube

last movie/show: a cowgirl's song. idk i was looking for something hallmarkesque and it fit the bill for the moment

spicy/savory/sweet: SPICE me up Scotty 🌶️

current obsession: i binged the chestnut springs series this weekend and YEEFUCKINGHAW 🤠

last thing you googled: "antiarrhythmic drugs mnemonic" baby girl's in med school and needs to know her cardio drugs

tagging: @hausofmamadas @darqchilddaydreamz @withmyteeth @etherealnoir @sharpayandryan @bradshawsbaby @when-did-this-become-difficult @drabbles-mc @dahnrana

#tag games

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danzer8705 · 9 months

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Mayans Is Over 😭 -No Spoilers

I just watched season 5 episode 10. Mayans is over. I’m not sharing anything about the episode or even the season in this post. I have lots of feelings about it though, some good & yes, some bad. But, regardless Mayans is my favorite show. Of all time, and of course Sons of Anarchy is right there with it. I’m so sad that it’s over. So sad. But I don’t feel the same way I did when Sons ended. And that’s because of all of the amazing writers here on Tumblr keeping these characters alive! Of course the stories are all so different than the show, and honestly, I am really grateful for that. These characters will live on because of your writings. So thank you. (I know I will forget people & forgive me) but here’s a hug & love to just a few of my fellow Mayan lovers!

@jvalentinesworld-cokes-hyna @darklydeliciousdesires @darqchilddaydreamz @withmyteeth @drabbles-mc @spaghettificationandpretzels @thegirlwhowritesfics @bullet-prooflove @garbinge @the-hinky-panda

#mayans #mayans mc #bishop losa #angel reyes #manny mayans #ez reyes #johnny coco cruz #creeper vargas #nestor oceteva #hank loza #guero mayans #gilly lopez #riz ariza #bottles mayans

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sebaria · 9 months

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Attention please!

Girls... Who's ready?!

@darklydeliciousdesires @darqchilddaydreamz @withmyteeth @samcroxkiller @happylowman-davidlabrava-blog @drabbles-mc

#david labrava #Shadowsmovie

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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First... and Only - An EZ Reyes/Reader One Shot Story.

Smutty, fluffy first time with EZ. Enjoy!

Words - 3,456

Warnings - Smut below the cut. Under 18? DNI!

Tags - @vulgar-display-of-escapism @withmyteeth @mrnd93 @drabbles-mc @kitty-of-mischief @rikki-b-lake @babaohhhriley @indigosaurus @saracatherine @darqchilddaydreamz

“Oh, damnit,” you begin, reaching for your bag with your foot while trying to keep hold of the two side braids you just plaited into your hair to keep the top half off your face. Reaching further, you just about manage to hook your toe under the strap, shifting down the bed slightly where you’re both resting, having a lazy afternoon watching Netflix. “EZ, help. I’m all out of hands!”

He laughs softly through his nose, grasping your bag and hauling it over. “Hair bands?”

“Yes. They’re in the middle pocket.” He unzips the bag and delves in, locating the little clear pouch you keep them in, pulling out another packet with them.

“Oh?” he begins, raising his eyebrows at the discovery of a package of contraceptive pills. “Since when have you needed these?”

“Since not yet. Since impending.” Being raised in a ridiculously strict religious household, sexually, you’re a very late bloomer. Now you’ve been out in the world on your own without the threat of your parents (whom because of their attitudes and treatment of you throughout your tentative years, you no longer have contact with) and their hellfire, you’re enjoying dating for the first time ever. And, as a result of that, ready to try the natural progression from dating. Sex. It’s time you had it, and finally, you’ve found a guy you very much want to experience it with.

EZ smirks, putting them back into your bag as you seal your braids together with one of the bands, finger combing the rest of your loose tresses. “So, things with Ryan are going well then, if you’re thinking pre-emptively?”

“Yeah, yeah they are.”

He picks up on the slight lacklustre delivery of your statement immediately. Of course, he does. He’s your best friend, after all. He’s trained in all things you after so long. “You don’t sound all that thrilled at the prospect.”

“No, no,” you begin, waving your hand. “I am, but I’m nervous.”

He shrugs slightly. “I think everyone is when it’s their first time. I mean, he knows, doesn’t he?”

You shift a little awkwardly. “I um, I haven’t told him. And I don’t want him to know he’s my first either. I don’t want it to be this big song and dance, or this overly romantic moment, not at my age! I just want to have sex and get the first experience of that over with. It doesn’t mean so much to me.”

He looks a little puzzled at various points throughout your explanation. “Babe, it should matter to you. Okay, so you don’t have to make it sickly sweet and overly romantic, as you say, but he should at least know he’s your first.”

You smile thinly. “I kinda can’t tell him that now, because as far as he’s concerned, I’ve had sex before. I’m so fucking embarrassed at still holding my V plates, I didn’t want to tell him. It also kinda puts me at a really bad disadvantage now, too, because I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing. Help, EZ!”

Clinging to his arm, you hide your face against his shoulder for a moment, EZ wrapping that arm around you, holding you against him. “What, you want me to be your practice run?”

Your eyes widen, your cheeks tingling with bashful colouring. “Oh, Jesus! That isn’t what I meant!” Immediately you turn away, covering your face with your hands and squeaking in shame.

“I would, you know. If you wanted me to.”

Immediately, you surface, his ease at the idea taking you by surprise. “You would?”

“Yeah, I would. At least then you wouldn’t have lied to Ryan about not doing it before, and your first time would have been with someone you know and trust, too.” His comfortableness with the idea really is a little startling, but you have to admit, the idea hasn’t prompted any kind of hesitation from you. Well, not too much.

“And you don’t think it’d make things weird with us?”

He snorts a little. “I think we’re too close for that to happen. You said you didn’t want a big song and dance, so it doesn’t have to be. It’ll just be me, putting various parts of myself inside you for a while, you’ll enjoy it, know what you’re doing once we’re finished and there, it’ll be done with.”

“Oh, I will, will I?” you playfully question. “You’re very confident.”

He grins. “I have very good reason to be.”

“Hmm?” you murmur.

“Mmhmm.” At some point throughout this, you’ve both turned onto your sides to face one another, EZ reaching to stroke his finger around your navel, exposed above the waistband of your sweats. “So, do you want me to show you why I’m so confident?”

Suddenly, you feel a little nervous at the prospect, but know underneath that with EZ, he’s the very last man in the world you need to feel nerves or guardedness around. He might be a violent criminal, an outlaw with few morals, but to you, he’s your safe place, your secure person. With him, you know you have nothing to fear, even though a little part of your brain is squealing at you, how strange it is, the prospect of the fact that your best friend is about to put his cock inside of you.

Oh, did you just make up your mind? Interested parties should probably be informed of that...

“Yes, okay.”

“Alright. Just relax, you look like a bit like Bambi staring at a shotgun,” he laughs softly, reaching for you, his big hand tenderly caressing your face as he leans closer, his lips capturing yours in a kiss. It’s chaste to begin with, both of you sizing the other up a little, those kisses soon deepening. Oh god, he’s such a good kisser! He clasps you close, his hands wandering, stroking your back, one moving to grasp at your ass, his thigh moving between yours as your fingers tug at his t shirt.

You’ve always secretly thought what a sexy body he has, but now you get to touch, you don’t spare a moment in pulling that t shirt up, EZ straightening up and yanking it over his head before laying back down, kissing you with enthusiasm as your fingers delight in stroking him, each ridge of hard muscle encased beneath soft skin, exploring his body, your explorative touches making his flesh prickle with goosepimples, a gruff grunt pouring from his mouth to yours when your thumb and forefinger pinch and tug at one of his nipples.

You feel a little drunk on him already, his hands moving to squeeze your tits, in awe of all the new sensations you’re experiencing, little fizzes of pleasure shocking you as your tongue swirls with his, having it hit you in waves that you’re about to have sex for the first time, and with your best friend. Feeling braver, your hands slide down over his abs, feeling them shudder beneath your keen fingertips, brushing over the thick bulge that’s starting to tent against dark denim.

It’s exciting for you, unbuckling his belt, unfastening his jeans, knowing you’re about to see and feel a cock in the flesh for the very first time, that excitement coming out on the fervour of your kisses. Your hand slips beneath the waistband of his boxers, curling around his shaft, moving your mouth to his neck rapidly to hide your wide-eyed expression at his size as you pull him free, looking down to gaze upon the long, thick erection in your soft grasp.

You love the way it feels in your hand, so hard, but the skin covering it so soft and velvety, your grip gentle as your run your hand up and down upon him, his shuddered breath making your insides prickle pleasantly. “Tighten your hand just a little more. Yeah, that’s good. Fuck, that’s really good.” he instructs, his big chest rising sharply, his breath hitching when your fingers reach the head of his cock. Through your tentative knowledge, you know he’s more sensitive there, your thumb gently stroking over the very tip, wet with precum, his hips jolting at that action, a groan welling in his throat.

You hand glides up, thumb circling, gliding down again, pulsing a few squeezes at the base of his hardness, your mouth kissing his chest, watching as his nipples harden, his breathing deepening, abs shuddering a little. “Is that good?”

“Oh, fuck yes, it’s good.” he assures you with a little ripple of laughter, his fingers gently pushing beneath your chin, raising your head and kissing you heatedly, his tongue swirling with yours as he pants into your mouth, your hand speeding up a little more on him. He shifts down a little, his hand stroking down your side, pulling at the sleeveless band top you’re wearing, fingers flicking your bra undone, exposing your breasts to him. You feel a little shy suddenly at being seen practically topless, his fingers stroking over your tits in turn, your nipples pebbling to his touch.

He presses you back slightly, your hand still working his cock as he dips his head, mouth scattering kisses over your chest, his tongue circling each nipple, his mouth closing, sucking deftly. Closing your eyes, you lose yourself to the sensation, his mouth sending you a little giddy, the very first sexual contact you’ve ever received from a man, and god, it feels so good.

His hand continues to slide down, fingertips pattering over your tummy, a glimmer of slightly nervous anticipation sparkling through you when those fingers reach your sweats, his hand pushing within. Your knees part on instinct, granting him better access as you feel him brush over your slit through your underwear, a shuddered breath fluttering over your tongue as he feels how wet you are, the fabric he rubs saturated in your arousal, his hand delving within, needing that contact with you.

You whimper softly, your heartbeat escalating as he literally opens you up to a brand new touch, the only fingers other than your own to touch you so intimately, making the moment feel all the more real. In your mind, your inner voice is screaming in disbelief. ‘Oh my god, EZ is fucking stroking my pussy, I’m touching his cock, we’re kissing, it’s fucking amazing, what the hell?!’

“Take these off.” His grunted instruction, his voice deepened by lust brings you back to the moment, his hand tugging at your clothes. Releasing his cock, you push your undies and sweats off, your hand resuming its gentle pull at his shaft, EZ moving your leg to rest on his hip, hand moving to begin stroking you once more.

“Oh god, oh!” you gasp, his wet fingertips skimming over your clit, rubbing you very, very gently, evoking sweet tingles, your free hand cupping his cheek as your kisses gain urgency, panting against his mouth, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you, but still experiencing a slither of nervous energy over that. The size of him alone is a little worrying, although you know he’s going to make you more than ready for him.

You’re tingling, your insides feeling that burning tug of arousal, the sting sated somewhat when he pushes his middle finger against your opening, the long, thick digit sliding within your walls, EZ groaning as you flutter around him, the glow he evokes at stroking you on the inside causing the pleasure you feel to radiate through your core, a sensation unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before.

He adds a second finger, sliding them back and forth, a slow, thorough trawl, pressing and nudging against each sweetly sensitive spot he finds, curling his fingers and raking, locating your g spot with ease. “Oh, that feels so, so good!” you gasp, his fingers rotating, your slick soaking his hand.

“Want me to make it feel even better?” You nod dumbly, panting hard as he turns you onto your back, pulling off his jeans and boxers while you remove your top and bra that have been bunched around your middle, a little soar of anticipation. Is this it? Is he going to... oh, not yet, he isn’t, his lips kissing your hip, leading over as he settles before you, lying flat as his hands part your thighs, your sex spreading for him, open and ready to receive the long, firm lick he bestows upon you.

Oh Jesus. So that’s what it feels like. You always wondered, how it would feel to have a mouth between your legs.

That first lick of your slit from his hot, eager tongue makes your eyes close tightly, your hands resting either side of his head, delighting in the feel of his mouth, again, your brain going into utter overdrive with the giddy thoughts. ‘Oh my god, EZ is eating my pussy, and fuck, he’s so good at it and he’s only just started, oh shit, I LOVE this!’ you think, feeling gratified beyond comprehension as he repeats the action again. Your hips shake, little quakes spreading through your body as you’re continuously tasted with keen exploration, EZ flattening his tongue against you and sliding it over every last bit of your hot, dewy flesh.

Every time he lays a firm lick at your clit, you jolt keenly, biting your lip hard as you shudder against his mouth and whine softly in bliss, scarcely able to believe anything could feel this good. His hands rest at your hips as his tongue starts to slowly circle your bud, relishing in how wet you’re getting for him. “Fuck, (Y/N), you taste so beautiful.”

“I do?”

He nods, sucking at your clit, making you gasp, his cheeks hollowing as he groans deeply. “Oh, hell yes. God damnit, it’s making me so fucking turned on, eating you.”

Dipping his tongue into your dewy hole, he drags steams of that silky nectar he’s enjoying the taste of so much back to your little hardened bundle of nerves he’s so expertly focusing upon, so thorough in his ministrations, you can barely lie still. Gasping and moaning, you’re at a loss to know how on earth anything could feel so good, that is, until he pushes his fingers back within you, crooking them, continuing that circular stroke as his tongue beats firmly up and down over your clit.

Your slippery walls begin to contract around his fingers, his tongue eagerly coaxing pure, unfiltered ecstasy from you, your soft moans loudening, making his cock throb to hear your ascension, biting your lip as your back arches, being penetrated quicker by hard snaps of his fingers. You can barely form thought, it feels so amazing, so utterly incredible, tight tingles spreading through you as a pulsing heat begins to blaze through you beautifully.

“Oh, shit! Please, please don’t stop, ohhh!”

“Yeah, you gonna cum for me? Come on, cum all over my tongue, fuck.” He encourages you with, his licks firmer, faster, panting hard against you, the lewd sound of his fingers driving into you filling the air as you wail helplessly. It’s a surge of utter divinity that washes over you, rendering you a shrieking, shaking mess on the bed, your body clammy and hot, knowing that now you’ve experienced what it is to cum against a tongue, you’ll crave it endlessly.

What you crave most of all, though, is him. Him inside of you, EZ sensing it, kissing his way back up your body, pushing your legs apart a little wider, his mouth closing over your nipple as you feel him guide his hardness towards your soaked opening, suddenly pausing.

“There’s no need to, I’m clean, but do you want me to put a condom on?” he asks you courteously, his body trembling with anticipation. You smile, stroking his face while shaking your head.

“No, I just want to feel you inside of me.” It’s a moment that suddenly takes on a lot more tenderness than either of you could have ever banked on feeling before it began, EZ pushing for entrance, his mouth dropping open and a sigh of blissful exclamation leaving it as he sinks into you steadily, resting his forehead to yours, kissing you softly. A little sob of pleasure escapes your mouth, overcome by it, the intrusion of him, so thick and unyielding, staggered by his gentleness as he remains still for a few seconds once he’s bottomed out, drawing back, that fluid glide better than anything you could have imagined.

“Is that okay?” The way you kiss him gives him all the answer he needs, EZ resting his weight onto his forearms as he pushes forward again, establishing a slow rhythm, staring down at you, his thumbs stroking your cheeks before his eyes fall closed and he kisses you again. “You feel fucking amazing, damnit, you take me so damned well, beautiful.”

His praise makes your heart somersault, butterflies exploding into life within your belly, the glide of his cock absolutely exquisite, a flurry of tingles charging through you as warmth gathers at the base of your spine, your veins gilded in sunshine as the pleasure radiates through you. God, sex is incredible. How on earth could something that feels so amazing ever be considered so dirty and sinful, as you were always taught? Lies. It was all lies.

With each thrust, you feel yourself relaxing further, his cock dragging your walls and electrifying your senses, spearing you deeper, the pleasure gathering, the air thickening like the moments before the descent of a storm, nothing else existing for you other than him, this moment, your entire being overcome as your arch into him, EZ’s hands grasping yours, his mouth laying kisses at the juncture of your neck.

Closing your eyes, you lose yourself to the moment completely, gasping and crying out as he fills and empties you at a steady rate, your neck and clavicles the focal point of his mouth. What he gives you is pure, unbridled ecstasy, your whole groin alight with the kind of sensations you’ve never felt before and never, ever want to stop feeling either.

“Please, EZ. Fuck me harder,” you demand of him, watching him raise an eyebrow at you in a devilishly sexy manner, smirking before he leans down to kiss you.

“You sure?”

“Please!”

He chuckles, kissing the tip of your nose, a wickedly sinful grin spreading across his face. “Alright.” Your jaw practically unhinges itself when he thrusts into you forcefully, crying out in bliss as he increases both pace and voracity, moving his weight off you as he sits up and pushes your legs back until your knees touch your shoulders, his gaze dropping to watch the sumptuous sight of his slick shaft spreading your pussy around him.

The position change makes for deeper, tighter penetration, his huge cock feeling even bigger as it glides in and out of your burning wetness with ease. The pace becomes unfettered, your hands gripping his arms as he starts to really fuck you hard, your screams filling the room as you smile with satisfaction.

Everything is wild, fervid, uncontained and magmatic, both of you spiralling headlong into the kind of release that has your moans and groans filling the air along with the sound of your skin smacking together, an undoing of all-consuming magnitude charging through you and rendering you an absolute wreck beneath him.

He lies on top of you for what feels like a very long time, both of you kissing and stroking one another as the fiery pleasure ebbs away, your walls fluttering with little contractions around his cock as your breathing becomes steadier once more.

“That was...” you begin.

“Yeah,” he breathes, stroking your face, cock still twitching within you. “(Y/N)?”

“Mmm?”

He takes a breath, smiling, a small frown denting his forehead. “Don’t go on any other dates with that Ryan guy. It’d be bad.”

“Bad?”

“Yes. Bad for his face, because if he ever touches you, I’m gonna punch him.”

You laugh softly through your nose, stroking his neck, sharing soft, syrupy kisses with him. “Well, that lines up well with my line of thinking.”

“Which is?”

“That there’s only one man I want to touch me like that from now on.”

EZ grins, fingertips stroking your cheeks. “I’m good with that, querida.”

“Can you be good with doing all of that again at some point soon?”

He exits you with a slippery pop, pulling you into his arms as he lays beside you, stroking your hair and kissing you. “How’s half an hour?”

“Perfect.”

And it is, too. After all, who better to realise, while you were having your first time with him, is more perfect for you than your own best friend?

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years

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Oh Faith Healer Come Put Your Hands All Over Me

Thank @darqchilddaydreamz for the inspo for this post.

Sons of Anarchy Masterlist

Can be read as part two of the Give Me Shelter Series or as a stand-alone.

Contains: Angst, hurt/huge comfort, smut (gentle Dom Happy, fingering, body worship, P in V, praise kink). Reader works at an animal shelter, no sadness around animals in mentioned.

2.4K words

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There was a side to Happy few saw and even fewer knew well enough to understand.

Happy stared at his pay for the coke run this month, after this, he'd have at least two million dollars sitting in his safe at home. He knew how you felt about it, "blood money." He can recall when he came home after the first lot when they just got out of Stockton.

"Look what I got little girl."

Your face fell as you saw the wad of money, "is that from the coke?"

He nodded, "you know I love you right?" Happy was worried, "of course, and I love you."

You smiled sadly, "then please don't spend a cent of that on me. I love you and accept you with all my heart but that doesn't mean I need to agree with everything do you. I can't live with myself knowing you spent money from drugs on me."

Happy felt his heart ache, "sure, I get it. Hey, you're cheap to keep anyway, like that elderly hamster you brought home."

You giggled, "don't start with me Mr Lowman, you love Mr Jelly Butt just as much as I do."

Happy laughed, "yeah, I do. I'm going to go out and buy him some organic lettuce with my cocaine cash."

Your laugh, one of his favourite sounds, came pouring out of your mouth, "you spoil him."

Happy was sitting on the picnic table when he got your call, "can you come and get me please?"

Happy knew that tone, it had been a bad day at the animal shelter, "sure little girl, hold tight, I'll be there soon." Happy drove off as fast as he could, coming to see you out front of the shelter, cooing at the kittens in the window, your eyes were red and your face was puffy.

He handed you your helmet and held your hand as you climbed onto the back of his back, burying your face in his back for a moment to collect yourself. "You ok to ride?"

You nodded, "yeah, it's been a long day, I just want to go home." Happy drove back to the house, he could tell that the closer he got, the more trouble you were having keeping yourself together. You lasted till you got into the door before you fell apart, Happy pulled you into his arms and hugged you tightly.

"The grant got denied, I tried so so hard but they said no. I don't know what we're going to do, how can anyone say no to tiny creatures." Happy felt so much rage, God knows how much money he and his brothers had given the shelter, all it took was one look at a tiny face and they were opening their wallets. Kozik was banned from walking in because he already had a house full of animals and Juice was the champion of the foster fail.

"We can have a fundraiser at the next party, the last one got you through the month, didn't it."

You nodded, whipping your face, "you don't need to do that."

Happy grunted, "that's not what I asked, I asked if it would get you through the month."

You smiled softly, "it did."

"Then it's done. Now go and wash up, I'll put on dinner."

You were sitting on the couch with Happy after dinner, his hand holding yours while his thumb ran over the back of your palm, "I like your hands, they're nice."

Happy paused, most people were terrified of what he did with them. "You do, do you? What do you like about them?"

You giggled shyly, "they feel nice, men with soft hands are the ones who reject my grant." It was no secret you didn't like rich people, he liked the way you appreciated his work worn hands.

"We need mechanics, Hap. How else would I be safe enough to bring all the tiny creatures home."

"You're very sweet." You shifted and put your head in his lap, Happy's hands coming to rub out the knots in your back, after a while, your breathing became heavy and you were pushing into his hands.

"You wanna head to the bedroom."

There was a pause, "yes please." Happy stood up and took you with him, his hand wrapping around yours as he walked you into the room. The dog was fast asleep on the bed, Happy scratching his big white head to wake him up before shooing him out of the room.

"Go on buddy, you can come back later." The dog scurried off with a butt wiggle, happy to be able to have the whole couch to himself. Happy took your hands and sat down on the end of the bed, pulling you with him.

"You wanna do something, or do you just want to cuddle."

You smiled softly, "can I decide in a little bit?" Happy nodded and laid down, pulling you into his arms as his lips pressed to your forehead.

"You wanna talk about what happened today?"

You took a few seconds, "I wasn't crying because I was sad, I was crying because I was angry. This asshole showed up in a fucking Bugatti, wearing an Armani suit and this foul perfume. I saw his house key, it was one of those fancy key fobs that open huge front doors on those colossal mansions. He said they didn't have to funds and that we should look elsewhere."

Happy grunted, he could feel the thoughts of murder filling his brain. "He sounds like a dick, how's Tig's lastest foster going?"

You giggled, "the same way the last one went, he's going to have another dog in a few weeks." Happy chuckled, he was convinced you were placing them with animals you knew they wouldn't be able to give up.

He shifted to look at your face, "I'm sorry shit keeps going wrong for you, I know how much you care about those animals."

You sniffed, "I just don't know how people can be so heartless. He had the money."

Happy ran his thumb over your cheek, "my sweet girl, you want me to take your mind off it?" The way he was looking over you made it clear what was on his mind but there was no way he would do anything without you being sure.

"I'd like that." He stood up, taking your hands in his and began to undress you, his hands moving over your skin with gentle brushes. He gave you a soft smile, the love in his heart reaching his eyes in an endearing wrinkle. He lifted your hands to his mouth and kissed each fingertip, stopping at your index finger to run his thumb over the little red pinprick, "one of our new kittens has developed a taste for human meat."

Happy laughed, warm and filled with affection, "a taste for human meat, or just a naughty kitten?"

You giggled, "well, you know cats. If you don't boost their ego, their fluffy little faces get sad."

Happy's hand moved to your face, his fingertips grazing your cheek, "you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." When you went to respond, he raised his other hand, "just let me look after you."

He moved to the bed and fluffed the pillow before waving his arm and directing you to lay down. As you got comfortable, he pressed the back of his hand to the sole of your foot, "you want some socks?"

You shook your head, "I don't think any part of me will be cold for long.

He moved up the bed, settling next to you, propped up on his elbows, his eyes raking over your skin. His vision reached your face and his eyebrows wrinkled, "you're still thinking."

You huffed, "are you going to do something about that?"

He smiled, a little sweet, a little mean, "be good and let me look after you.

"If you keep this up, I'm going to have to break out the big guns and I don't think you want to wait for me to tie all the knots I want to." You took a deep breath and relaxed against the pillows, Happy smiling at the effectiveness of his threat.

He lifted his hand toward you and ran his fingertips from your cheek down your neck. You could feel the callouses on his fingers as he ran them down our chest, Happy chuckling the gasp you let out as his index finger circled your nipple with the gentleness of a man touching an object of worship on an altar.

"Is this what you meant when you said you liked my hands little girl?"

You smiled, "yes, kinda, there's more to it than that."

Happy chuckled, "you can tell me the rest later." You gave a soft nod as his hands moved downwards, he lifted one leg over his hip then ran the other up your thigh while pressing kisses to your neck.

"My good girl, always so wet from me." You exhaled as his fingers made their way through your slit, his thumb coming to rub your clit as he slid two long fingers inside you. You gasped as he pressed his fingertips to your G-spot, his lips moving to yours as he slowly moved his fingers in and out.

You moaned and he kissed you harder, Happy nibbled your lip, not enough to even think about it hurting. "You enjoying yourself pretty girl?"

You moaned, "yes, more please."

Happy grinned, "I can do that." His thumb sped up on your clit, your core felt warm as his lips wrapped around your nipple, his tongue coming out to lick the tip.

You whimpered as you came around his fingers, Happy moved back up and pressed his face to yours, speaking softly into your ear, "good girl. Do you want to keep going or do you want to get some rest."

You could tell Happy was as hard as a rock by the look on his face but he was still thinking of you. "I want more, please."

Happy smiled, "my polite girl, you're so well behaved."

Happy rolled over on top of you with a gentle smirk then lifted your legs and wrapped them around his waist before taking his cock in hand and rubbing it up and down your slit. With a nod from you, he was slipping inside you slowly with a deep groan. He pressed his cheek to yours and started moving his hips in a deliberately grind, dragging his pelvis over your clit with focused ease.

He kissed your face from cheek to cheek then whispered praise his your ear as his hips sped up. The ridges of his cock rubbed your walls in just the right way, the edge fast approaching like an oncoming train, "Happy, please."

Happy pressed a soft kiss to your lips, "I know little girl, I know. I've got you." His hand drifted down to your clit where he pressed in small soft circles, building you up slowly till you were shaking and begging.

"Please Happy, please, I need more."

He chuckled, "my good girl, all you had to do was ask." He sped up, putting his weight on his elbows to get more leverage, before long, you were clenching around him while he grunting into your neck. "Good girl, can you give me another one?" You nodded frantically and Happy doubled down. You dug your nails into his back as you came a second time, Happy painting your walls with warmth as he fell against your chest.

He lifted his head and pressed a kiss to your forehead, "you feeling better now?"

You nodded, "much, thank you." He smiled, "no need to thank me little girl. I'm gonna get something to clean you up, you relax." You nestled into the pillows while Happy fussed in the bathroom, coming back soon after with a damp, wet cloth to wipe you over. When that was done, he climbed into bed next to your and took your hand in his.

You ran your thumb over his fingers, Happy smiling, "you really do like my hands, don't you?"

You nodded, "I do, they make me feel safe." His eyes went wide, a rare thing for him.

"How's that?"

You shook your head softly, "I know what you do for a living Hap, and yet I know you'd never hurt anything or anyone that can't fight back. I know no matter how bad the run is, you'll always come home and be soft with me."

Happy smiled sadly, "I don't know what I ever did to deserve you."

You huffed, "you got under a filthy house and helped me save some kittens."

He pressed another kiss to your forehead, "I love you so much."

You lifted your head and kissed his lips, "I love you too."

You walked into work the next day, ready to try and find a cheap solution to the falling ceiling only to be greeted by everyone crowded around a small cardboard box. You shook your head, the shelter couldn't really afford another animal but you'd find a place for whatever it was. Except, when you got closer you saw it wasn't an animal, it was a box of money.

"How much is there?"

You were so shocked that it didn't feel real, "three mill plus, there was a note but no name."

"I think you could make better use of this."

You rubbed your face, "has someone counted this yet?"

They shook their heads, "alright, four of you do that while Cindy and I lodge the paperwork for an anonymous cash donation. We can fix our ceiling, build that new OR and fix the dog kennels."

Once the paperwork was done, you returned to one of the staff in tears, "there's four million dollars here, do you have any idea who did this?"

You shook your head, "no idea. We better call the builders."

The moment you had a free second, you called Happy, "you have no idea what happended this morning, someone dropped four million in cash off in a box at our door. We're in the middle of arranging how we're going to spend it."

Jax who was sitting next to Happy, gave his friend a smile, "that's good to hear little girl, if you need some hands we're happy to help."

He hung up before too long, wishing you good luck with all the new additions. Jax turned to him with a smirk, "are you ever going to tell her where it came from?"

Happy shook his head, "no, she doesn't like it when I hurt people on her behalf and she hates it when I bring up the coke money."

Jax huffed, "the dude had it coming, who keeps that much money in cash in such a big house. He was asking to have it taken, especially since he's an asshole."

Happy smiled, more to himself than Jax, "Juice better get ready, he'll be taking in a lot more tiny creatures now."

Fin

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narcolini · 1 year

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for brothers, pt. 3

angel reyes x oc: tatiana ‘pidge’ clarke, hurt/comfort, 2358 words

for day 10 of whumpril : shivers & ‘i’m scared’

a/n: omg i knOW i know. i know i said the last one was just an extra scene/epilogue but now theres another part and kjSHFgj`hfg its fine. its fine. the fic is sentient. thanku to @cositapreciosa for prompting this

tagging: @drabbles-mc @hausofmamadas @darqchilddaydreamz

Tati’s shaking when she finally finds the courage to knock, stood on Angel’s doorstep at God know’s what time. Not from fear, but from the cold that’s sunk itself beneath her skin, gripped the bones like a vice. She shouldn’t have left without a coat, shouldn’t have abandoned the Jeep three miles down the road. She shouldn’t be doing any of this at all.

He takes a minute to answer. She stares at the chipped paint in front of her, hearing him shuffle behind, before light finally tips out into the night. He’s got the door open just enough to see who it is, and his arm's tucked back behind his shoulder, gun in hand. She knows to expect it.

‘Woah. Shit, Tati.’ He swings the door open, stepping in front of it. He’s half dressed: jeans, a-tank, handgun. ‘You okay?’

‘No, not really,’ she answers, not bothering with pretences. He’s knows her well enough to know she’s not from looks alone. Her teeth are chattering between the words. ‘Can I come in?’

He hesitates, just long enough to make her feel real shitty about herself, real stupid and careless, and selfish for showing up here, for letting her feet carry her here on autopilot, but then he nods. Steps aside. Lets her in without any judgement at all—well, with only a hint of it.

He locks the door behind her, leaves the gun on the side table. ‘You couldn’t call or something?’

She scans the room. Dark, minus a lamp in the corner and the glow from the muted TV. Warm, too. Like he’s had a fire lit, but that’s just her. Just the difference of being in here and not out there, with the cold that’s chilled her so thoroughly. There’s a throw along the floor by the couch, thrown off, no doubt, at her arrival.

‘Were you asleep?’ she asks, forgetting he had wanted an answer out of her first.

‘Nah, I was just… I was up, yeah, watching TV and shit.’

Couldn’t sleep either, then. Probably as worried as she is, though he’d never admit it unless he had to. Unless he was having a fucking panic attack and she just happened to be there when he did. Vulnerability was the one thing that didn’t survive their break-up, a sacrifice that she didn’t used to mind. Now, she wants to ask how his chest feels, how the anxiety sits beneath his ribcage. If it weighs the same as her’s does, if it makes him do dumb shit like walking around in the middle of the night. If it’s even there at all.

‘Sorry, I should’ve called, you’re right.’ She nods, pulling her arms into herself. He may as well know the truth of it, the order of bad decisions that led to her being here. ‘I got, I don’t know, freaked out, and I just had to go for a drive or something. Couldn’t sit inside anymore. But then the jeep reminded me of EZ, and I kept picturing him there, in the back. The blood.’ She gulps. ‘Really fucking crazy shit, man.’

Angel walks past as she explains, then bends to hook the throw with his fingers and bring it up from the floor. Not to put it back on the couch, she realises, but to put it over her shoulders instead. No comment, no disruption to her story. Just the blanket around her, a tight-lipped smile, and then a sigh as he drops into the couch afterwards.

‘I pulled up at a gas station and left it there,’ she continues. ‘Walked around a bit and then, I don’t know. I realised I was walking here and I’d come too far to turn around again, and it was so fucking cold that I just thought—’

‘It’s cool, Tati,’ he interrupts, dragging it out. ‘I’m not mad’

‘But it’s not fair for me to just show up like this.’

‘So? None of anything we’ve seen this week has been fair.’

Not exactly true, though, is it? Because EZ started the shit with Yuma, but she can’t say that to him now.

When she doesn’t reply, he rolls his eyes and gestures to the seat behind her. ‘Will you just sit down, Pidge, we’re past all this shit. You know I’m here for you.’

She does as he says, landing with a thud. ‘Still feel like shit about it, though.’ If she had anyone else to go to, she would, but it’s just him. Especially at this hour.

He laughs, rubbing a palm over his brow. ‘Yeah, likewise. You think it feels good every time I need you for something?’

No, but she doesn’t mind helping. It’s the only thing that brings them together anymore. Besides, he’s yet to show up at her place in the middle of the night, shivering and desperate for it. Who knows how she’d feel then, how disrupted sleep would shape itself in he. She might not be generous at all, if roles were reverse. She might not wrap him in her blanket and let him babble about his night unprovoked.

‘You want a coffee?’ he asks, leaning his elbows on his knees. ‘A sweater?’

She nods. ‘Both would be good.’ She’d never have asked for them herself.

When he’s back, with two coffees and a hoody that smells like him, she’s finally starting to warm up. The extra layers and the caffeine does more than she expected them too. She’s no longer shivering, no longer doubting her right to be here, to come to him, no longer focusing on the tightness of her breath. If it’s not them, it’s him. His company has drawn the chill out and put her head straight again.

He’s sitting opposite her now, looking the same as he had when she arrived. Tired, indifferent, lived-in like she’s seen a thousand times before. If you went back a year, this is how it always was. Angel tired, worn through from the day, and Tati awake, just to be awake with him.

‘You gonna tell me what it is then,’ he says, resting the mug on his thigh. ‘Don’t think I’ve ever seen you worked up enough to go walking round, freezing your ass off. Not since that Potter bullshit, anyway.’

Not since the DEA had a target on Angel’s back and she was helpless to it. Just like now, really. Different shooter, same victim.

‘What’s got you so spooked?’ he asks, insistent on it now, and nudging the hesitance out of her.

‘Honestly,’ she pauses, incase she changes her mind last minute, and tucks the confession back to bed, before deciding, no, fuck it. She is, and she’ll tell him. ‘I’m scared, Angel. Like, really fucking scared.’

He frowns, which isn’t the reaction she was expecting. She didn’t think he’d crumble, obviously, or rush over to comfort her, but she expected more than that at least. More than brows tucked together and a squint like he can’t make her out.

‘The shit with EZ, Yuma. You.’ She forces a breath. ‘It’s freaking me out.’

‘But why?’ he asks. ‘None of this is new to you.’

She scoffs, yeah, that she’s aware of. It’s been years since she had the right to be surprised, or overly concerned, about club business. But this is different. Because they’re different.

‘Before, if something happened to you…’ She puts her hands to her face, fingertips against her temples then combing through her hair. ‘Fuck, I don’t know how to say this without sounding like I’m saying something I’m not.’

His lips pull down around the mouthful of coffee he’s just taken, a grimace, almost, as he swallows. ‘You wanna translate that for me?’ he says afterwards, nervous humour in his voice. ‘The fuck does that mean?’

He expects her to laugh back, probably, to tell him to engage his brain for once, but the words are already fighting through the lump in her throat. Now’s not the time to waste them with jokes, or bickering. Whatever the fuck it is they do now.

‘If something happened to you,’ she explains, slowly, ‘like, right now.’ She gulps, and the more she speaks, the more she’s sure she shouldn’t—but there it goes, out of her lips anyway. ‘I don’t know that I wouldn’t spend my whole life regretting how we left things. How we’re leaving things.’

He looks down, away from her, like the woven rug beneath his feet is calling his name. She carries on like she hasn’t noticed. Don’t read into it, Pidge. It’s too late to go back now.

‘I’m not saying we should get together again. Or assuming you’d even…God. I don’t know.’ It’s not making any more sense now she’s putting it out there, a voice to the thoughts that’ve been tormenting her all week. If anything, it’s just tightening their grip on her, stirring the worry into a real threat. ‘It just feels different now, and it scares me.’

She waits for a nod, a reaction. He doesn’t move.

‘I can’t stop thinking about wasted time,’ she admits.

He snorts then, so sudden that it’s a surprise to both. ‘Wasting what? I see you all the time, Tati. We’re, y’know.’ He shrugs. ‘We’re good.’

‘Are we?’

‘Are we not?’

He isn’t getting it. Or maybe she’s the one not getting it. Maybe the only thing stopping her from saying that she would want to fix things, to get back together, is the self-awareness that she shouldn’t. Can’t. Won’t, until he gives any sign that he’s thinking it too.

‘Let’s just leave it,’ she says, falling into the cushion behind. ‘I’m clearly not thinking straight.’

Clearly, the shock of their rescue mission, of EZ half dead and bloodied, has taken a week to hit her, caught up at last and pushed her off the rails—straight into Angel’s easy-lounger. She doesn’t want to be with him—it doesn’t work, didn’t work—she just can’t face losing him, either. That’s all it is. If the worst happens, she doesn’t want to have forfeited her right to mourn.

Angel sighs, leaning back as she had, in his own seat on the couch. His arm goes up behind his head, face pointed to the ceiling. Thinking, hopefully, running desperate through his rationale the way she is. ‘You know, for once, Pidge, I actually think you should keep talking.’

She snorts. ‘Let me guess, so I can bore you to sleep?’

‘Nah.’ He rocks his head—a shake without any of the effort—and ignores her sarcasm completely. ‘So I can understand,’ he says. ‘You know I don’t think about stuff like this. Just block it out and keep shit moving.’

‘Yeah, maybe I should try that.’ Her method hasn’t helped tonight. It’s only made things worse, made her problem, his. ‘I don’t even know what I’m saying,’ she admits. ‘I’m just so fucking scared of regretting things. I don’t want to regret this,’ she points between him and herself, though he isn’t watching, ‘but I know that we don’t work.’

There’s a mark still, invisible but printed around them both. They had gotten worse and worse; bickering, arguing, fighting until they hated each other. It’s been six months now, and it only just starting to fade. Only loosening enough for moments like these.

‘Well, you must know something I don’t,’ he jokes, ‘cause I’m really not seeing the problem.’

‘Yuma,’ she stresses. ‘That shit isn’t just gonna go away, Angel.’

‘Not that part. The you fucking regretting this, part.’ He looks up at last, head lifting from the back of the couch to catch her gaze. ‘Does it look like I’m going anywhere? Shit, does it look like I want you to either? Whatever we got going on, it’s as much as a relationship as it was before.’

‘Angel.’

‘I’m serious.’ A smile creeps onto his features, eyes alight with the joke before he’s even said it. ‘You think I have time to get another girl while you’re still all up in my shit?’

Tati laughs, against her will, but it helps. ‘Asshole.’

‘Like, you really are cramping my style, Pidge.’

‘Okay, stop it. I’m fragile.’ But smiling, somehow, and then the laugh drops into a sigh, and the point of it—the actual point of what he said—comes back like a freight train. He’s not going anywhere. He doesn’t want her to either, regardless of where things stand.

‘Fuck,’ she breathes. He’s made her cry, somehow, but she can lie to herself and say that it’s not him, it’s the night she’s had. It’s the Jeep at the gas station, it’s the blanket round her shoulders and the almost-dead, almost-brother, and not Angel, that’s brought the wet to her eyes. ‘God, I hate this. ’

There’s a gap beside him on the couch, under his bent elbow, and he invites her to it, flicking his chin. ‘Come here,’ he says, soft, familiar. Too late into the night to care about their boundaries. ‘Gonna make me fucking depressed, watching you cry and shit.’

She snorts, standing and bringing her bundle of comforts with her. ‘That was my plan all along,’ she replies, barely managing the sarcasm. ‘Gotta drag you down with me.’

‘Yeah, real sweet.’

His arm drops as she does, settling around her shoulders, as she settles around him. Cheek to his chest, arm threaded between his waist and the cushions. As normal as it used to be. One thing less to regret.

‘You wanna crash here?’ he asks, thumb smoothing over her arm. ‘I’ll take the couch. Drop you back at your car in the morning.’

She should say no, but there are worse things she could do. And he’s warm, warmer than she has been all night, hot beneath her like he’s running a fever.

‘Are you sure?’

He tuts. ‘Man, if you make me beg, I’m taking it back. You can walk your ass right back to where you came from, Tatiana.’

‘Alright,’ she laughs, ‘fine. Thank-you. I’ll take it.’

There are worse things she can do, there are worse things that could happen.

>>> bonus scene

#angel reyes fanfic #angel reyes x oc #angel reyes #mayans mc fanfic #whumpril2023 #tati pidge #the way im gonna have to go rename the last one and my links KjSHFKGJH #theyre living in my brain #a land grab

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Broken Promises

Pairing: Happy x Reader

Summary: Happy Gets taken by the Chinese….. and never comes home alive. You in your pain and heart break take it out in the SOA just like you promised if he didn’t come come home.

Warnings: heart break, angst, fire set to a building/garage, swearing, fighting, arguing

A/N as Cricket @withmyteeth asked me “Why am I this way!” Honestly I don’t know

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You knew what you were getting into when you said yes to being Happy’s Old Lady. But this! This is not what you were expecting, Happy is the one who kills not the one who gets killed. You were shattered beyond repair, you knew you would never ever be whole again. Under the heart break was anger so much anger.

Jax Promised you he would bring him home alive, he told you he would when you told him he needed to be brought home safely or you promised you would burn their stupid little club to the fucking ground. You terrified Tig (Tig doesn’t get scared often) he told Jax “we need to make sure we bring him home Jax. She is just as scary/crazy as Happy! As much as her crazy turns me on, I can guarantee you she will burn this place to the ground!”

“We will figure out a way to bring him home, the Chinese are not going to hurt him beyond some bruising and cuts. Plus she may be crazy as him but she has a habit of not following through, there is a reason she never does anything without Happy’s say.” Jax says. Oh how wrong he was!!!

When the Chinese drove up and tossed Happy’s body out of the van. Everyone was panicked Jax looked like he was going to drop right there. Chibs walked over and grab Jax by his shirt and said “You had better find some way to break this to Y/N! You promised her he would come home to her alive and you better hope we can keep her calm or we are going to be fucked, you may think she won’t do anything without Happy’s say. But Jax DEAD MEN DON’T TALK! She will be a ticking time bomb and unstable time bomb!”

Jax said he would but he couldn’t admit to everyone that he was scared to tell Y/N that Happy wasn’t coming home. So he made a personal club decision without asking the club. He called Y/N and when she didn’t answer he left her a voicemail “Hey Y/N we got Happy back but not how we wanted…. Umm I am sorry”

Nero stopped by Happy and Y/N house to see if you needed anything and the door was partially opened, so he walked in and panicked for a quick moment. The house was a complete disaster furniture was over turned and ripped apart, lights were broken, the tv was shattered, it looked like someone broke in the house until he found you in the bedroom on the closet floor you were a complete mess. “What happened to the house Y/N?” Nero asked as he came closer to you.

Your voice was hoarse “he couldn’t even be a man and tell me to my face! He pulled a cowardly move and left a voicemail and FUCKING VOICEMAIL NERO!” “I cannot even begin to even know where to start.” Nero gives you the saddest look you have ever seen and know there will be more. “Nero I just wanna be alone. I am not going to do anything stupid”

Nero huffs but does get up and leaves and makes a call to Jax’s and asks where everyone is and he tells him everyone is at his house “ok I am just leaving Y/N house I will be at your place shortly”

You heard that everyone was at Jax’s house, you got up and went to the back yard to grab all the gas cans and couple packs of dynamite that Happy had left. You were going to show Jax that leaving you a voicemail and underestimate you. You packed up the car and headed to the clubhouse. You see all the crime scene tape you figured no one was there but still did a quick sweep.

Then you drenched the clubhouse and set up pieces of the dynamite, you said you were going to burn this place to the ground and you were going to make sure there was nothing left.

Nero walks into Jax’s house and yells out for Jax “JAX!!!! What the fuck were you thinking!!! You left her a fucking voicemail! Telling her husband died you couldn’t be fucking club leader and tell her to her face!” Everyone is in complete shock and looking at Jax. Tig has a look of angry and shock and Chibs looks like he is about to murder Jax. “Be lucky that she says she won’t do anything stupid” Nero continues.

“She won’t do anything Nero like I said before she doesn’t do anything without Happy’s say….” Jax had started saying

But Chibs cut him off “You don’t understand Jax’s There is a reason she never did anything without his say! He Kept Her Sane! He Kept Her Grounded! Without him she is unstable and there is no saying…….” Then there was a massive explosion that was felt all over Charming. Everyone ran out of the house and could see the biggest fire and the blackest smoke they had ever seen.

They all knew it was the clubhouse.

When they got to the clubhouse there were cops and firefighters and right in front was Y/N watching it burn. Some of the cops told the club that there was nothing they could do right now Y/N did so much damage that there is nothing they could do.

Jax walked over yelling at Y/N and shoved her “What the Fuck Did You Do!” “Y/N the fuck were you thinking! I did the best I could!” You slowly turned to Jax and sneering at him and for a rare moment in his life he was scared.

“The best you could! The best you Could! You Promised me that he would come home Alive! YOU DID WHAT WAS BEST FOR YOU! Not for the Club, Not for Charming, Not For me and especially NOT FOR HAPPY! You did what was best for YOU! You self centred Jack ass!” You and start hitting, slapping, punching Jax who took it for the most part tell your fist connected to his jaw and then he back handed you, “You stupid psycho bitch I said I would bring him home and even though he didn’t come back alive at least he came home!”

Then you completely blacked Out and kneed him in the crotch and started going for his face then Chibs and Tig came over to separate you two Chibs ended up pinning you to the ground “just breath lass, I know you are hurting.” You fight and fuss against Chibs “Get him the fuck out of her before she kills him.” Chibs yells

“You wanna know the difference between you and I is?! You will never know the pain I feel, but it will be close and as Happy and I call it, it’s an eye for an eye! You better hope there is something left of her in there. You made the biggest mistake of not looking into my past you just took Happy’s word, unlike your brothers they know what I am capable of.” you sneer at Jax

Jax looks at you and then at his brothers then to you with your sickly smirk on your face and then at the clubhouse before he mumbles “Tara” and drops to his knees

#happy lowman x angst #happy lowman x you #happy Lowman #sons of anarchy #jax teller #chibs telford #tig trager #david labrava x reader #Angst

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