#soa drabbles

[mysticalmallard]

♥︎ Spending the night for the first time ♥︎

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

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

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Tig Trager

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

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

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

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

He smiles and sighs.

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

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

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

He grins, looking up at her.

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

she laughs, joining him in bed

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

Herman Kozik

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jax Teller

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Opie Winston

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

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

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

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

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

"I'd like that."

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

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

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

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

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

Chibs Telford

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Juice Ortiz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Juice" she whined.

"Just this once?" Juice pleaded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Happy Lowman

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[reigningqueenofwords]

Misc SOA Drabbles

I Could Be

[ofcourseiwillmydarling]

❗I accidentally deleted the draft where I answered to the ask so I'm reposting it like this. Anyway, TYSM anon ! Means a lot to me ! I always feel like what I'm writing makes absolute no sense LOL. I hope you enjoy! 🫡🩵

a/n: Tomorrow I go back to class but we're up to a slow start, so I'll try to post as much as I can during these months ! If you guys have any other requests - about any soa character (both male and female) - dont be shy to send them, I have so much fun doing these & I looove hearing your thoughts ! ♡

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TW: mean !Jax & rough sex.

"Aw fuck - darlin' - what'd he do?" Your eyes are puffy and red - lashes clumping together from your tears - lips swollen from biting them. Jax makes a soft mouth sound as he sweeps his thumb over your cheekbone, rubbing slow, soft circles meant to soothe you.

"Clay," you sob. "He said I was jus' a cheap lay to you," your voice cracks and more tears fall across your pathetic, broken expression. "Jesus Christ," He hisses between clenched teeth. He's seething. "Where is he?"

You shake your head, digging your fingers into the lapels of his vest. "He left," you murmur. "Jus' leave it alone." The words hitched in your throat - blathering something incoherent.

"Baby," he urges. He can hear your heart beginning to thump - pounding too hard and too fast against your chest. "You're with me. You're okay." He rubs his cheek firmly against your own - skin sheathed in cool sweat - his nose probing your hairline.

It ends like it always does. He threads his fingers through your hair - tugging the strands gently - before he crashes his mouth against yours. "I love you."

**

He wraps his fingers around the bends of your knees - forcing them apart. He is hard between your legs; tip leaking and heavy as it presses against your belly. Fisting his cock, he sinks into you in one brutal stroke. He's meaner today. He had hurt you with his words, even when he'd slam the thick of him inside your cunt till you'd bruise, but it never mattered. You were too in love for it to ever matter. This was for him. Not you.

You don't know the specifics about his 'jobs' - he couldn't tell you - but you do know the state that he comes home in. You let him use you as he needs.

"Jackie," You mewl - brow wrinkling in discomfort - as you reach for him. You're full of him. You wonder if you could feel him if you placed your hand on your belly. You cradle the hinge of his jaw and you're blathering against the slope of his cheekbone. You hiccup and sniff - you couldn't help it - he's stretching you apart and it aches something fierce. "Quit whinin'." he bits out as he hits balls deep - cock hitting something deep and sensitive inside of you.

You meet each thrust - even though your cunt is raw - lifting your hips to take his cock again and again. "Don't stop - fuck - m'close." He rolls his hips into you - grinding his pelvic bone against against the peak of your sex - knocking a sharp cry from your kiss-swollen lips. Rough and sharp. It's aggressive and a little ugly - still, you kiss him like you're dying.

He tightens his grip on your waist as you writhe against his hold. He ducks his head - rubbing his cheek firmly against yours - as he presses deeper. He can feel you tighten up - muscles clamping down his length - and fucks you through it. "That's it," he exhales against your teeth - you feel his cock pulse inside you - hips stuttering against your own. "Fuck - I love you."

Still — he leaves. But oh - it feels just like love.

[dallianceangel]

I’m Not Proud Of It

Writing this has given me another idea for a fic 💗

🫦 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🫦

You slip out of the clubhouse wearing the same clothes you wore last night, grinning as your mind plays back the wild night you had with Chibs. As you head toward the exit, Jax catches you as he works on fixing a motorcycle in Teller-Morrow. His gaze follows you, and he grows suspicious as he notices Chibs licking his lips, a subtle sign of the recent encounter he had with his girlfriend’s daughter.

Jax lowers his voice. “You and her...?”

Chibs sighs, nodding his head. “Aye, but you know, I’m not proud of it.”

Jax chuckles, not believing a single word. “Yeah, right. I bet you felt proud last night.”

Chibs smiles, but it soon fades when his girlfriend’s face flashes in his mind and the guilt resurfaces. “It shouldn’t have happened.”

Jax goes back to fixing what he is working on, but continues the conversation. “Was it just the once?”

Chibs’ silence gives Jax the answer he suspected, it’s happened more than once. “Fuck.”

Chibs sighs, the guilt eating away at him. A little while later, during lunchtime, your mom arrives outside Teller-Morrow, cheerful and unaware of the situation. She heads into the office and greets Chibs with a warm smile, holding a bag of delicious goodies.

“Hey, love,” she says, giving Chibs a kiss on the cheek. “I brought us some lunch.”

Chibs forces a smile. “Hey, doll. I’m so hungry.”

As she talks to Chibs over lunch, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Chibs discreetly checks it—it’s a text from you. He fights back a smile as he reads the message.

"Last night was hot. Round two later? 😏"

Chibs quickly types back, his heart racing: “You’re trouble, lass. We’ll need to be careful.”

[tinyshyteacup]

🦄 beach day for the gang, from juice and chibs perspective, so like 2 chapters of the same day from the different perspectives if that's okay ☺️

I did this from Juice's perspective 🥰

• SAMCRO vs Sunscreen •

The bikers of SAMCRO are feared by many. Menacing. Ruthless. Unforgiving.

And yet—

"JAX, HOLD STILL!"

Jax Teller, VP of the Sons of Anarchy, is currently fighting for his life against the bottle of sunscreen in your hands.

"No! I don’t need it!" Jax argues, twisting away.

You pursue.

"Jax, you’re pale as hell! You’ll burn in like, two seconds!"

Juice watches in horror as you chase Jax down the sand, dodging surfboards and picnic blankets, bottle of SPF 50 raised like a weapon.

He groans loudly, covering his face.

"Babe—please."

You ignore him.

Because if there’s one thing in this world you refuse to allow—

It’s crispy bikers.

Juice is dying inside.

Absolutely, positively dying.

You are chasing fully grown criminals with the determination of a kindergarten teacher on a field trip.

"Clay, you need sunscreen."

"Darlin’, I’m already tan."

"That doesn’t mean you can’t get burned!"

Clay grunts.

You stare him down.

Clay’s arms are crossed, jaw tight.

Everyone watches in suspense.

Jax leans over to Juice, whispering, “Oh, this is gonna be good.”

Juice groans, burying his face in his hands.

"Babe, please," he mutters.

But it’s too late.

The standoff has begun.

"Clay, you need sunscreen."

Clay snorts.

"Ain’t my first time in the sun, sweetheart."

You cross your arms.

"No, but it could be your first time with a healthy layer of protection."

Clay laughs.

"I don’t burn, darlin’."

You squint.

"Clay. You are literally turning red as we speak."

Clay waves you off.

"I’ve been riding for decades. Got skin like leather."

"That’s not a good thing!"

Gemma is watching with pure amusement.

The entire club is waiting to see who will break first.

Juice, meanwhile?

Juice is dying inside.

"Babe, can we—can we just not do this?"

You ignore him.

Clay smirks.

"I appreciate the concern, but I don’t need no damn sunscreen."

You tilt your head, nodding slowly.

"Okay."

Clay relaxes.

Juice does too.

Maybe—just maybe—this is ov—

"Hey, Tara, explain to me what skin cancer looks like?"

The entire beach stops ... then erupts.

Tara laughs so hard she nearly drops her drink.

Jax claps a hand over his mouth, trying to contain his wheezing.

Tig is literally rolling in the sand.

Clay stares at you.

Silent.

Processing.

Then, finally—

"Gimme the damn sunscreen."

You beam, victorious.

Juice groans, throwing himself back onto the towel, as the most feared man in Charming begrudgingly lets you slather SPF across his arms.

Gemma cackles. "She’s makin’ you boys her bitches, huh?"

Juice groans again. "Gem, please, don’t encourage her."

Gemma grins, you beam at her.

You and Gemma are side by side, watching the chaos unfold.

Jax is still begrudgingly rubbing sunscreen into his arms.

Tig is running into the ocean to escape you.

Chibs is laughing his ass off.

And Juice?

Juice is sitting in the sand, head in his hands, dying.

Gemma nudges you.

"You got 'em all wrapped around your little finger, huh?"

You grin. "Sunscreen is important."

Gemma snorts.

"And yet, you still got my idiot son out here actin’ like you’re chasin’ him with a knife."

You laugh. "You’d think I was trying to murder him."

Juice groans dramatically.

"I WISH YOU WERE."

Merely a minute passes before.

"YOUR TURN!"

Chibs bolts down the beach like his life depends on it.

Juice watches in horror as you, harras the club’s resident Scot—

"LASS, I SWEAR TO CHRIST—"

"CHIBS, YOU ARE A WALKING SUNBURN WAITING TO HAPPEN!"

Juice buries his face in his hands.

Gemma is howling with laughter.

Bobby is wheezing.

Tig has literally collapsed into the sand.

"YOU CAN’T OUTRUN ME, CHIBS!"

Chibs absolutely can.

His legs are twice the length of yours.

But you are determined.

"Lass, this is harassment!" Chibs yells, zigzagging toward the water.

"THIS KEEPS YOUR PALE SCOTTISH ARSE FROM BURNING!"

Jax is crying with laughter. "Chibs, just give in, man!"

"Never!" Chibs shouts, making a break for the shoreline.

But you? You lunge.

And Chibs goes down.

"I GOT HIM!" You annouce to Juice beaming.

Juice groans loudly, flopping back into the sand.

"Babe, please stop embarrassing me."

You are too busy tackling Chibs’ to hear him.

Chibs flails.

"LASS, GET OFF ME—THIS IS ASSAULT!"

You grin triumphantly, squirting sunscreen all over his pale forearms, Chibs groans dramatically.

Juice is sulking.

He’s sitting on a towel, arms crossed, watching the love of his life ruin his life.

You practically skip over to him, victorious.

"Alright, next!"

Juice immediately stiffens.

"No."

You tilt your head.

"Juice."

"No. Absolutely not."

You raise an eyebrow.

"You wear a helmet all the time, your scalp isn’t used to this much sun exposure."

Juice clutches his head protectively.

"My head is fine!"

You squint at him.

"You’re literally already turning pink."

Juice panics.

"NO, I’M NOT!"

"Juice."

"I REFUSE."

You step closer.

Juice leans back.

You step closer.

Juice tries to crawl away.

You pounce.

"BABE, NO—"

Juice screeches as you squirt sunscreen directly onto the side of his shaved head.

"OH MY GOD, IT’S COLD!"

"Juice, sit still!"

"YOU’RE HUMILIATING ME!"

"YOU’RE GONNA PEEL LIKE A SNAKE!"

Gemma is laughing so hard she’s crying.

Jax is on his hands and knees in the sand, wheezing.

Tig is kicking his feet like a child.

Juice?

Juice is pouting furiously, stiff as a board, while you massage sunscreen into his scalp.

"This is the worst day of my life," he mutters.

You kiss his forehead.

"You love me and you’re welcome."

Juice groans.

SAMCRO eventually gives in, with all bikers sufficiently sunscreened, the beach day finally settles down..

And now?

Now, they’re actually having fun.

Tig and Happy are having a splash war.

Chibs and Bobby are drinking beer on the shore.

Jax and Opie are throwing Abel & Kenny into the waves, giggles ringing through the air.

The rest of the guys are lounging in the sand, drinking beer, throwing a football.

Gemma and Tara are sorting through a cooler of snacks

Lyla's Son and Opies daughter and helping Thomas bury Chucky in the sand.

Juice is mortified.

Horrified.

Utterly humiliated.

But as he sits there, arms wrapped around you, listening to the club laugh and the waves crash against the shore—

Juice knows one thing for sure.

Even if you just publicly humiliated him.

Even if he’ll never live this down.

Even if he now has the shiniest, most protected scalp in all of California.

You are the most embarrassing, chaotic, perfect thing in his life.

And he wouldn’t change a damn thing.

[samcrosfaith]

COSTUME CHOICE

Soft!Happy Lowman x random fem!oc because I suck at writing character x reader.

a/n; please feel free to leave requests in my ask box for Halloween and Christmas One Shots. Happy and Jax only please because I'm not good at writing the other characters lol. If you have a specific wish/look/backstory for your OC, please let me know— otherwise I'll come up with something. 🦇🎃🕸️

If you wanna get tagged in these just let me know in the comments and I'll add you to the tag list. 🤎🍂

this one here was requested my one of my lovely Wattpad followers!

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word count; about 1.4k

Happy couldn't believe his eyes as he entered the living room and saw their family dog, a white pitbull puppy, in a Halloween sweater for dogs, the wooden floor creaking under his heavy boots, announcing that he was home. Cassie, his beautiful wife, sat on the floor with their one year old son placed in her lap, the little boy stuffed into a pumpkin costume while their three year old daughter ran towards him in her ladybug custume, her blonde hair sitting in pigtails on top of her head.

This might be a strange view for some people, but for him it was normal by now, knowing his wife was an absolute Halloween fanatic. Scented candles made sure the house smelled exactly like it should during this time of the year. He couldn't care less about the way his house smelled, Cinnamon and apple definitely wouldn't be his first choice though. But as long as Cassie was Happy, he was too.

"Daddy! Look at my outfit!" The three year old girl spun around a few times, making sure to show off her whole outfit with the brightest eyes. "You like it?"

Happy watched his daughter's face light up even more as he picked her up, her little arms wrapping around his neck. "It's perfect, bug. You picked it out?"

"Yep! I wanna be a ladybug", the girl sing-sang, wobbling her head from side to side.

Happy winked at the woman on the floor, almost unable to take his eyes off the woman he had married five years ago. "Glad Mommy showed you the costume, you definitely chose the right one", he assured the little girl.

"Hey Baby", Cassie greeted him with the sweetest smile, getting up from the floor with their son. "This little fella here I thought would look cute in a pumpkin costume. I just couldn't leave it at the store", she explained, her tone almost sounding like a whine. "You have no idea how hard it was to only take two costumes. Well, threeᅳ I had to get Ace a costume, too."

"Yeah, bet it was such a hard decision", he rasped, his tone mocking yet still loving before he bent down a little to capture his wife's soft lips for a kiss. "Means you're ready for tomorrow?"

"Yep, as ready as we can be", Cassie nodded eagerly, stealing another kiss from his lips. "You're coming too, right? We'd love that, baby."

"Yes! You have to come with us, daddy", the three year old girl added quickly, tracing her father's head tattoo with her tiny finger.

Happy let out a raspy laugh before placing a kiss on his daughter's cheek and running a hand over his babbling son's dark hair, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards as the boy happily squealed at him. "Of course I'm comin', I promised you."

Cassie smiled, letting out a sigh of relief. For a moment she had been afraid something had come upᅳ club business or whatever. "Good, can't wait to go trick or treatin' with you guys."

"Our kids better get enough candy or I'll take care of it personally", he winked at his wife, earning a giggle from her in return before following her in the kitchen, the smell of Cassie's perfect lasagne filling the air. "Smells good, babe", he praised, giving her ass a quick slap as their daughter was distracted looking over his shoulder to see what Ace was doing.

Cassie rolled her eyes playfully as she sat their son into his highchair. "Stop scaring our neighbors or our kids won't get anythi at all anymore. Now sit down, dinner's ready."

"They can try not giving them anythin", he said with the slightest smirk and a murderous glint in his eyes before he listened to his wife an sat down, placing their daughter on the chair next to him.

The rest of the evening was almost like every other. After dinner they watched a movie with the three year old, a Halloween one of course, while their son was already in bed, before spending some quality time together and preparing some trick or treat bags for tomorrow after they had out their daughter to bed.

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The next evening it was finally time and, as promised, Happy had taken the time for his family. Together with Jax, Tara, Abel and Thomas they had walked through some streets in Charming to go trick or treating.

After Jax and Tara had decided to go to Gemma's, but the three-year-old hadn't had enough of collecting candy, Happy and Cassie had decided to stroll a few more blocks, wanting to let their children have some fun.

Happy's eagle eyes kept an eye on the three-year-old, her ladybug costume with the blinking shoes so conspicuous that they couldn't really lose sight of her. Their son was sitting on his arm, his other one draped over Cassie's shoulder.

"Oh, someone's tired", Cassie cooed as the one-year-old yawned on Happy's arm and rubbed his eyes with his little fists. "Maybe we should get home soon."

"Probably", grunted Happy, running his large hand over his son's head as the boy sighed theatrically and stuck his fist in his mouth as always when he was hungry. "And he's hungry too", Happy added, snorting a laugh.

Cassie rolled her eyes in amusement. "Of course he is, it's been an hour since his last meal. Poor boy is probabl starving already."

"Yeah, I think he needs his mom", the SAA chuckled before whistling in the next moment. He immediately had not only Ace's attention, who was happily running beside them and wagging his tail, but also that of the three-year-old who came running, her tiny feet carrying her quickly to her parents. "Your brother needs some sleep, we're going home, okay bug?"

"Noooo", the three-year-old pouted, clutching the handles of her black bat-shaped candy bag. "I don't have much candy yet!"

Cassie lifted an eyebrow in amusement, crossing her arms. "Oh, that's a lie. How about we go home and eat some of the candy, huh?"

The three-year-old parted her lips, ready to protest, which looked pretty cute in her costume and gave her parents a hard time staying strict. "Butᅳ"

"No buts, little Lady", Happy replied sternly, gently pulling her closer by her hand. "If you come with us now, we'll make some popcorn and pick out another movie. And tomorrow you can wear your costume again. Deal?"

"Really?" The three-year-old's eyes lit up, her small protest forgotten as she took her mother's hand and went home with them without throwing a tantrum.

"Thanks", Cassie mouthed, flashing her husband a smile. It was at moments like these that she always fell in love with him all over again.

ᅳ

Happy looked down as his daughter's soft snores mixed with the singing of the movie. Nightmare before Christmas was a huge hit in the Lowman house, but apparently this time it wasn't exciting enough to keep the three-year-old awake.

"Look, she even has a popcorn in her hair." Amused, Cassie plucked the popcorn out of her daughter's hair and put it on the table before peeling herself out of the cozy blanket and getting up, earning a confused look from Happy. "Take her to bed, I'll wait for you in the bedroom."

"That's what I've been waiting for." Within a few seconds and a grin on his lips, Happy stood up and carefully scooped the three-year-old into his arms while Cassie turned off the TV.

After a few minutes and both children asleep, Happy made his way to the bedroom, leaning against the doorframe with a huge grin as he let his eyes wander over his wife's body. Wearing nothing but a pair of black lace panties, she lay on the bed, her body propped up on her elbows.

"Come here", she said sultry, running her fingertips down her stomach and between her legs as she bit her lip. "Time for your treat."

"That's my kind of treat", he croaked, followed by a deep growl rattling through his throat.

With a kick of his foot, he quietly kicked the door shut. Happy got rid of his own clothes before he buried his head between his wife's legs after removing her slip, a satisfying grunt coming from him after getting the first taste of her arousal.

For him, listening to her moaning and whimpering his name, was the perfect way to end the day.

[ravennaortiz]

Hello Loves!

I have a little event for January that is....very much self indulgent lol. I have a few planned stories that are coming out for my handsome love Juice and wanted to see if any of my Juicy girlies wanted to get some request in from the list below. All request for Juice from now until 1/30/25 will come out in January!

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[etherealyoonghwa]

2AM

Happy lowman x female oc.

Warning: mention of blood & bruises.

Word count: 278

Maeve Blackwood masterlist

Maeve entered the living room, a first aid kit and warm flannel in hand, to find Happy sprawled on the sofa, feet propped on the coffee table, groaning. He'd shown up at her door in the dead of night, bruised and bleeding, claiming a "minor disagreement" was to blame.

"I can take care of myself. I'm not a child," Happy grumbled as Maeve helped him lift his blood-soaked T-shirt over his head.

"Two things," Maeve began, meeting his gaze as she started to clean his busted lip. "You came knocking on my door at 2 AM, clearly for help. Next time, don't bother if you don't want it." Happy grunted, taken aback by her bluntness, and looked away, acknowledging her point. She continued, pulling his face gently back towards her, "Secondly, I can see you're not a child. I'm sure the other guy looks worse." Her eyes held a clear warning against further resistance.

A few minutes of silence passed, punctuated only by Happy's fidgeting. Maeve leaned back, assessing her bandaging work, then began putting away the supplies and gathering the rubbish.

"I'm sorry," Happy mumbled, head bowed. "You're right. I had no right to wake you up and be rude."

Maeve paused, sighing softly as she looked at him. "I appreciate your apology, Happy. I'm just here to help." She offered a small, reassuring smile and squeezed his thigh. He met her gaze, returning the smile. "You're more than welcome to stay the night or use the shower. Do you want me to get you a change of clothes?"

"Thank you," Happy replied, bringing her hand to his lips for a brief, grateful kiss. "I'd like that."

[theesirenteller]

ANGEL TEARS | Jax Teller.

Bunny stood in the doorway, arms crossed as she watched Jax pace back and forth in the dimly lit room. His hands ran through his hair, tugging at the strands in frustration. The tension between them was palpable, a thick cloud that neither had the courage to dispel.

“I’m not over you,” Jax finally admitted, his voice raw with emotion. He stopped pacing, turning to face Bunny, his eyes pleading for some kind of understanding. “I love her, but...”

“But what?” Bunny cut in, her voice wavering between anger and hurt. “You can’t just say that to me and expect it to be okay. I’m not a consolation prize, Jax.”

Jax took a deep breath, struggling to find the words. “Daydreams of fear, just another tear,” he murmured, almost to himself. “A tear that makes it seem real, again. You don’t understand, Bunny. She flows straight through me, like wine, again.”

“Then why are you here?” Bunny demanded, stepping forward, her eyes locking onto his. “Why come back to me if she’s everything to you?”

Jax looked at her, his expression tortured. “Riding into the Sun… what can I do? You’re everything to me, everything. I can’t quite tell you enough, again. I’m going through it now, back again.”

Bunny shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes. “It’s not that easy, Jax. It’s easy but it depends. You can’t keep doing this, keep tearing me apart every time you’re unsure. I deserve more than this.”

Jax took a hesitant step toward her, his voice barely a whisper. “I know, Bunny. I’m sorry. I just... I don’t know what to do without you.”

Bunny looked at him, the pain in her heart reflected in her eyes. “Then figure it out, Jax. Because I can’t keep waiting for you to decide if I’m worth it.”

[mysticalmallard]

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Hello I would like to make a Fluffy drabble request for Chibs Telford using the words: Drink, Harley and Ring

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[beamergirll11]

Taking The Next Step

During sex you ask Juice something and he wants to know if you’re serious.

You and Juice lay together tangled and bare. The warmth and sweat from your shared intimacy still lingering in the air. “Did you mean it?” Juice asked softly, his voice breaking the quiet between you.

“Mean what?” You asked your eyes still closed as you rested beside him.

Juice’s voice was low, filled with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. “When you asked me to come inside you… to give you a baby,” he said, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

Your eyes snapped open caught off guard by his question. The memory of what you had said in the heat of the moment rushed back to you. The truth was you had meant it, you nodded instead of saying anything.

“I don’t know if I would be a good dad…” Juice said low and unsure.

“You would be brillant.” You reassured him softly.

Juice’s eyes softened as he processed your words, a faint, hesitant smile tugging at his lips. His posture shifted, leaning in slightly, as if he was trying to soak in the reassurance you offered.

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, the vulnerability in it clear. His fingers gently traced the back of your hand, a silent plea for more reassurance. “I just… I don’t want to mess up, you know?”

“Juice, I’ve seen you with Abel…I think you would be a great dad.” You said a warm smile spreading across your face as your hands reached out holding his.

His eyes glistened with unspoken gratitude, as if your words had wrapped around the doubts he’d been carrying and gently unraveled them. After a beat, he looked at you with a quiet resolve. “If you want a baby… I’ll give you one.”

“Really?” you asked, Your heart swelling with both excitement and relief.

“Yeah, whenever you’re ready to start, I’m good to go,” he said with a smirk, his eyes twinkling with a mix of mischief and sincerity.

“How about now?” You asked with a teasing smile as you nudged him.

He rose an eyebrow as he playfully smirked, “Right now again? I’m down…”

[ofcourseiwillmydarling]

a/n: reposting bc it felt incomplete :P Also I do not understand if my blog has been restricted or something :( I have a couple of asks in my inbox but I cant access them for some reason & I dont know how to fix it 😢

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TW: ! brief mention of choking.

He pins you down, covering your body with his as he fucks you into the mattress. He noses at your cheek, his beard rasps across your cheek just as he surges forward, burying himself to the very bottom of you.

You've gone boneless. Your cheek scraping up the white cotton sheets as he rocks his hips in a lazy rhythm, barely easing out your sopping cunt before shoving forward again. He gets off it - overwhelming you until you cant think straight. "Too deep Jackie..! s'too much!" He's heavy. He drives further - and it would hurt if you weren't used to it - stretching your cunt obscenely. Your pussy is so desperately full it's overwhelming. Consuming.

He takes a pause to pull his weight off of you, wrapping an arm around your midriff to pull you into the air until your back is flush against his chest.

You can feel the scratch of the hair at his groin against the curve of your ass as he rolls his pelvis upwards, ass jamming back against his hips as he hits balls - deep. "That's my girl," he coos - rubbing his bearded jaw against the soft skin of your cheek. “Still with me?” He‘s arrogant. Condescending. He knows that he has you.

His palm circles your neck - he thrusts faster, snapping into you with the full brunt of his weight - constricting your air flow. Its risky. Dangerous. He could break you if he wanted to. Your eyes are glossy. You look drunk. Fucked out. “You cock - drunk or somethin’?” You have no words left - nothing else to give him but pathetic, needy whimpering. He enjoys every part of it. Every spear of his cock makes an indecent sound. Its filthy. Indecent. He's pushing you right to your limit. "C'mon," he croons. "Let go for me, darlin'."

[dallianceangel]

Kiss Me

Some Happy content for you 🥵🤣

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“Happy, are you fucking serious?”

You glance at him, arms crossed, trying to stop yourself from laughing. The Christmas party at the clubhouse is in full swing, and Happy has just pulled you aside for a quiet moment.

Happy smirks, his eyes filled with mischief. “C’mon, just one little kiss.”

You roll your eyes but can't suppress a smile. You look down at his crotch, the sight of the mistletoe hanging on his hard cock making you laugh. “What if someone walks in?”

“Let them. I don’t give a shit,” he whispers, leaning even closer.

With a mix of nerves and excitement, you finally nod. “Fine, just one.”

Happy smirks, feeling victorious. You drop to your knees, kissing him exactly where he wants, your eyes meeting him in the process. Before long, you take him in your mouth, driving him fucking wild.

[st4rfckerz]

even though jax is blonde, the tips of his mustache and his little soul patch are a slightly lighter color because he loves eating pussy

[bullet-prooflove]

Matriarch - Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Reader

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Companion piece to Punishment & Silver & Gold

You’re sitting at your desk, smoking a cigarette when Chibs enters your office. You look at the clock on the wall and realise it’s gone past midnight, you’re not sure when that happened. Time’s been fluid since you watched the light die in Galen’s eyes. You remember something similar happening when you’d killed your ex-husband.

He looks down at the body on your floor and you see the way his jaw tightens, the muscles in his shoulders tensing. It’s his job to keep you safe but you’ve managed to do that all by yourself. He’s old fashioned sometimes with his thinking, he has no illusions about being a white knight, but he hates the fact you’ve been forced to take action.

“Couldn’t have happened to a nicer scumbag.” He spits on the corpse before turning to face you. His eyes come to rest on the gun that sits in the space between the two of you, the one he had given you just in case. He had never dreamed that you would need to use it.

You offer him a cigarette from the cardboard carton on your desk and he removes one before using the gold Zippo to light it. He takes a drag before leaning against the wall, his gaze straying to the blood pool underneath Galen.

“You’re going to need a new carpet love.” He tells you. “There isn’t enough bleach in the world to get that up.”

Realistically it would be simpler to burn down the entire office, eradicate the evidence but that would bring the police calling and he thinks they probably hate you as much as they despise the club. It was the downside to being good at your job.

“The place needs refurbishing anyway.” You remark, tapping the ash from your cigarette into a silver ashtray. “I don’t think it will take Allie much convincing, she’s been wanting to change things up for a while.”

“I can get Juice and some of the guys on it, get rid of the body and the carpet but…” He trails off and you know that the ‘but’ is. It means that news of Galen’s death, the manner of it, spreads around the M.C like wildfire. Nobody would believe that Chibs had done this, it’s too personal.

“They need to see that I take care of my shit.” You state, blowing a stream of smoke out of your mouth and watching it evaporate into the air. “That I’m still taking care of their shit.”

Secrets is what it all came down to.

The Club’s secrets.

Galen had wanted to pluck each and every one of them out of your head and twist them to leverage his position with the M.C. Not a single one had passed you’re lips during your time together. He respected that, he’d told you, your loyalty. You couldn’t buy that shit, it was born out of love.

You weren’t sure when that had happened.

There were moments though, ones that stuck in your mind.

The look in Tig’s eyes when he told you about his girl, how proud he was of her whilst the two of you hammered out his investment into Cara Cara. The enquiry he’d made about making sure she received his share of the business in the event of his passing. He’d worried about that, you remember, making sure that she was taken care of, along with the two daughters he barely saw.

The taste of Bobby’s banana bread as he told you that his kid was better off not knowing him, that he had always been bad news, which was why he was on his third divorce. You knew a thing or two about making bad choices, you’d reminded him. He wouldn’t always be unlucky in love, especially not when he baked like that. His smile had warmed your heart.

Tara’s guardianship and adoption of the Able after you’d helped facilitate her marriage to Jax. You’d been invited to both the wedding and the subsequent adoption party. You remembered standing in the kitchen, talking to Juice about his weed shop when Jax had passed you baby Thomas for a minute because he’d had his hands full with Able. You think that was the moment it dawned on you how much trust they had in you, that they’d come to see you as one of them.

All of these things they weren’t just legal affairs; they were snippets of people’s lives. Important pieces that meant something deep to each and every one of them.

Strung up in that barn you had known that you could never let Galen have that. To him the M.C was a device to be wielded, a tool to build up his side business but to you they’d become a part of your life.

It would have been easy to relent. To divulge how the M.C were diversifying, making more money with legit businesses like porn and escorts than they ever had with gun running, which was why they were starting to pull out of the trade but the damage of revealing something like that…

It would have been catastrophic.

Noone would have blamed you, Tig had told you in the aftermath when he was helping Tara see to your wounds.

I would have, you’d responded.

You’re distracted as Chibs removes his phone from his pocket. You see him hesitate, his thumb hovering over the buttons before he looks at you helplessly.

“This will bind you to them.” He tells you, tilting his head towards Galen’s corpse. “After this there’s no going back, they’ll start looking to you. You’ll go from their lawyer to their matriarch.”

You understand what he’s saying, you’ve protected them once, allowing Galen to take his pound of flesh. This thing that you’ve done will reinforce the action, you’ve taken care of something that was very much a Club problem. Before his presidency, before killing Galen, you could have been viewed as collateral damage, an affiliate of the Club who been caught up in their mess but now…

You know how this looks. That they’ll see it as you defending them.

“Right now, you can walk away from me, from the club…” he trails off when he sees the look in your eyes. The glint of steel underneath all of that silk. “That was never going to happen was it?”

You shake your head.

“I didn’t want this for you.” He tells you honestly. “When I kissed you that night at my kitchen table, I had no idea we’d end up here.”

You know what he means. Him with the presidency, you standing along side of him, a part of the Club’s bloody history. Nobody could have foreseen this, the course of circumstances that has led you to this moment.

“Maybe it was always meant to happen.” You tell him stubbing out your cigarette before casting a glance at Galen’s corpse. “This feels like the beginning of a joke. What do you do with a dead Irish Man?”

He laughs, he can’t help it because it does. He feels that pressure in his chest relinquish as the edges of your mouth tip up into a smile. Anyone else would be horrified by what had happened here tonight but you’re anything but. He senses the relief in you, you’ve slayed another of your monsters, you can sleep easy knowing that Galen can never touch you again.

“I love you.” He finds himself saying.

He means it. He always has.  He’s just never been able to vocalise it until this moment. He’s never doubted your commitment to him, but accepting the Club, that’s always been at the heart of his reluctance. You don’t shy away from the life he leads; you embrace it. You understand that it’s part of him and now it’s a part of you too. It may not be what he envisioned but it’s the future the two of you are stepping into and he treasures it with every fibre of his being.

“I know.” You tell him, clasping his hand. “I’ve always known Filip.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[justanoasisimagines]

Chance

Summary: Juan's sweet on the florist in charming. However, things aren't always plain sailing. Luckily for him, she'll give him more than one chance. Pairing: Juan "Juice" Ortiz x Female Reader WordCount: 505 Prompt: “Your shirt is inside out.” “Can you help me fix that?” Warnings: N/A A/N: 30 Days of 30 Drabbles for my 30th Birthday Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

Juan lingered outside the florist's. Wiping his hands down his jeans, his eyes flickered open to the door. All he had to do was walk in, create small talk. Once he got talking, he got his usual charm. Juan knew he had this. Yet his feet were glued to the cement beneath his feet. 

He’d already caught people staring at him suspiciously. It wasn’t every day, you saw a Son standing outside a florist. He could only hope that no one called Hale to complain. The last thing he needed was Hale on his case. 

Why couldn’t he go in there and talk to you? He was making himself look ridiculous. Rubbing his hands over his face, he could vaguely see you in the distance, working on a fresh bouquet of flowers. You were breathtaking, like a cool drink on a Summer’s day. 

Perhaps Juan should come back when he is more composed, when he can confidently walk into your florist's. Perhaps he should go get a drink first to relax his nerves. 

“Should I be worried?” Your voice, soft as a flower, sweet as honey, snapped him out of a trance. He glanced up at your smiling face. 

“Sorry?” 

“From flower thieves, since you’ve been protecting my store all morning,” Juan smirked as he glanced down at the ground, looking back up at you. Attempting to lean against a street lamp, he missed stumbling as he regained his posture. He didn’t miss the way you covered your mouth attempting to hide a giggle. 

“Are you alright?” 

“Yeah, no, I’m good.” Juan’s brain struggled to think of ways to keep the conversation going. He was finally talking to you. He had to make the most of it. He had no doubt he’d made a lasting impression. Whether it was a positive one, he wasn’t sure. 

He’d made you laugh, and that was important. 

“You sure?” Juan nodded. “Are you thirsty? It’s pretty hot out here. I could get you a drink?” Juan cocked his eyebrow as he stood up straighter. 

“Yeah, that sounds good.” Juan began to walk towards you, making sure to add some swag to his step. Following behind you, he took a moment to compose himself. With an exhale, he walked into the florist's.  Juan immediately noticed the chill in the air. You disappeared, returning with a cool glass of water. 

“Here you go- did you know your shirt is inside out?” Juan glanced down at his shirt. The stitching of his shirt was instead on the outside. Internally, Juan began to berate himself. Could he make any more of a fool out of himself? You were never going to take him seriously. 

“Can you help me fix that?” Juan didn’t know where it came from, but the shock in your eyes. You regained yourself quickly. 

“One cheesy pick-up line isn’t going to impress me.” 

“I’m sure I could figure it out if you give me a chance.” Juan smiled as you smirked. 

“We’ll see how many chances it takes.” Challenge accepted.