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“Before the Lockdown”
Reader walks in on Happy changing.
Happy Lowman x Reader
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It was an evening like any other when you were a part of the SAMCRO family, sitting around the bar, drinking, talking shit, playing pool.
Your dad,... — **“Before the Lockdown”**

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Happy Lowman x Reader

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It was an evening like any other when you were a part of the SAMCRO family, sitting around the bar, drinking, talking shit, playing pool.
Your dad, Piney, was nursing his third drink and you had had one too many, the urge to use the restroom quickly overcoming you as you jumped up, “Gotta pee!” you announced to the whole room who pretty much ignored you as you walked down towards the hall to the toilet. You were just tipsy enough that you had to focus on your steps to walk straight but you weren’t quite too drunk to walk unassisted yet, although you definitely planned to get that way ASAP.

Your day had been hell trying to help Gemma get things ready for the lockdown that would be coming up soon. You had been raised around the club so these types of situations were not new to you. You grumbled at the thought of all those patches surrounding you. You always had a tiny bit of penis envy over the fact that you couldn’t patch in yourself, jealous of your brother, Opie, who had began prospecting as soon as he was old enough to ride.
The guys were nice enough though, they still included you, didn’t treat you like the old ladies or hang arounds and crow eaters. You weren’t just Piney’s daughter you were family to everyone.

You rounded the corner down the hall and walked up to the bathroom door, trying to twist the knob but it was locked, you banged your fist against the door, “I need to pee!” you bellowed and you heard Tig on the other side and some hushed whispers before he replied, “Bathroom is taken doll!”

He wasn’t going to be out anytime soon, you figured he had a girl in there with him, probably blowing him cause he did that a lot, although usually he didn’t mind being out in the open. You wondered what made him change his mind as you wandered down the hall to the back bedroom where you knew there was another restroom.

You stomped up to the door and kicked it open with force, you really needed to use the restroom.

“SHIT!” a voice rang out as you stepped inside the room and you jerked your head to the left to see him pulling his boxers up just in time to cover himself before you saw anything.
Your eyes widened and you froze, “Sorry!” you belted out, throwing your hands up in defense to let him know you didn’t mean to barge in on him. If there was one man you didn’t want to piss off this was him, Happy Lowman.

He was stepping into his jeans and buttoning them frustratedly when you spoke again, “I-I didn’t see anything!” you called out, still frozen and staring at him, he mumbled something and looked down, threading his belt through his belt loops and your eyes wandered to his torso, beads of water were left behind from what you could only assume was a shower he had just taken.
They glistened on his abs and chiseled chest like diamonds making his tattoos pop out at you and you swallowed hard. You never noticed how good looking he was until now, your eyes studying each of his tattoos, and you were both aroused and a little worried that he was going to be angry at you at the same time.

“You didn’t see anything?” he growled from in front of you, he was now fully clothed and you realized that you must’ve been day dreaming for a few seconds in order to keep from noticing him pulling on his REAPER CREW shirt and stepping closer to you.
His eyes didn’t seem angry to you, you didn’t really know what they were, but he just stared down at you and you gulped, nodding your head, “Nothing,” you managed to say before stepping back, “I just need to use the restroom,” you pointed to the door at the opposite end of the room and he nodded, excusing you from the awkward moment that had just taken place and you gratefully shrunk away from him, scurrying to the bathroom and closing the door behind you as you caught sight of him walking towards the open bedroom door.

You took care of your business and stood in front of the sink, thinking about the look in Happy’s eyes when he was standing over you. As you were washing your hands you began studying your face in the mirror. All of a sudden you were worried about how you hadn’t really done anything with your hair or put much makeup on. You thought for a moment that his expression matched Juice’s that one time he was drunk and kissed you, but you shrugged that thought out of your mind, there was no way the Tacoma Killer was trying to seduce you or anything of the sort.

You had seen his type, you definitely weren’t it.

You splashed some water on your face and dried it and your hands off on the towel beside the sink, taking a deep breath and walking back out into the room to see Happy still there, sitting on the bed and staring at you.
Your buzz immediately vanished and your heart beat sped up as his eyes met yours and you looked back at him, trying to figure out why he was still here when he had appeared to be leaving just minutes prior.

You tried to glace to the hallway but your vision was blocked. Happy had shut the door to the bedroom for some reason, and as you stood there trying to reason out in your drunk brain why he would do that, he spoke, “Come here,” he demanded and you felt your ears getting hot.

*What did that mean?* you thought, walking closer to him and he stood.

“You sure you didn’t see anything?” he rasped and your eyebrows knit together.

*Why would he ask you this again? You already told him no.*

“I swear I didn’t Happy,” you assured him and he narrowed his eyes at you, as if trying to get you to flinch or change your answer but you held steadfast in front of him.
“Hm,” he scoffed, amused, looking you up and down, “What if I said I wish you had seen something…” he trailed off and your eyes got wide.

Was he…? No. No way. No way Happy Lowman the Tacoma Killer, the Unholy One, was hitting on you right now. Sure he was sexy as hell with awesome tattoos, he always smelled good, he was rarely bested in a fight, he was fearless, and as far as you know he had never lied to you, things that you found attractive, but you weren’t the kind of girl he normally went for, why would he be doing this? Unless..

“Is this a joke?” you blurted, causing his head to snap back a bit in surprise at your reaction.
“Uhh. No.” he answered looking at you with an eyebrow raised.

*So it wasn’t a joke, but what other reason could he possibly have for saying he wished you had seen him without his clothes on? Wasn’t that an odd wish?*
Drunk you was not the smartest version of you that existed.

You were so busy trying to do the reasoning in your head that you almost didn’t notice Happy’s hand reach out and touch your forearm, running it up your arm to your shoulder before stepping in close to you and wrapping his fingers behind your head as his other hand gripped your hip, pulling you closer to him.
You gasped as your body pressed against his and you looked up into his dark brown eyes timidly while he smirked down at you, leaning into you and pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was gentle at first but quickly he began to kiss you with more force once your shock subsided and you finally started to kiss him back.

Delighted with the outcome, you silently thanked God for Tig Trager and the Crow Eater that forced you into this situation tonight.

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“Big Happy Family”
SAMCRO/Happy Lowman
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“Call Gemma,” Clay ordered Bobby as they all stood up from the large oak table, “Tell her we’re getting ready to lock it down and I need her up here.” Bobby nodded and pulled out his phone... — **“Big Happy Family”**
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“Call Gemma,” Clay ordered Bobby as they all stood up from the large oak table, “Tell her we’re getting ready to lock it down and I need her up here.” Bobby nodded and pulled out his phone as he walked away, while Clay turned to the rest of his guys, “Alert your families. Go get them and bring them here if you need to. We need everyone here, it’s gonna get messy soon,” he grumbled, walking out to the bar and grabbing a beer that the prospect had opened for him.

Happy was tense, he was newly patched into SAMCRO. He grew up near Tacoma, born and raised in Washington, but when his mom got sick 18 months ago, she needed to be near someone who could watch over her. With Happy deep in the Tacoma charter’s business, he just didn’t have the time to care for her, so he ended up relocating her to California where her sister, his aunt, lived. His aunt had enough free time to watch over her, but he had patched Nomad anyway so he could be with her in Bakersfield as often as he could. Now with a lockdown imminent, he was faced with the problem of how to keep his family safe, without compromising their identity to the Redwood charter’s enemies. Happy knew better than to trust that a lockdown would keep anyone protected. Sure, as long as they were under this roof they wouldn’t be touched, but everyone seen entering and leaving the premises certainly gained a target on their back, he saw that with what happened to Gemma and to Jax’s son. So far he had been able to avoid all of that with his loved ones, but it was apparently no longer possible.
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“36 Hours”
Happy Lowman x Reader
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***I know literally zero about childbirth so if any of the details are wrong, please don’t hang me for it***
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36 hours.
That’s how long ago your water broke and your old man, just getting in from... — “36 Hours”
Happy Lowman x Reader
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36 hours.
That’s how long ago your water broke and your old man, just getting in from another late one, had to get up from barely 30 minutes of sleep to rush you to St. Thomas.
It was now 3pm the following day, Gemma had been in your room more than she had been anywhere else and the guys had trickled in periodically to check on you. The hospital staff knew better than to tell any of them they weren’t allowed in of course, and Happy hadn’t left your side since you got there.

“Hey darlin’, how’s the little mini-killer coming along?” Gemma had just walked in and was standing beside your bed, her painted fingers stroking some of your sweat-matted hair away from your forehead.
“Stubborn, of course, like his damn father,” you groaned, while Happy, who was in the hospital bed beside you grunted his disapproval in your statement, his eyes barely open and his face completely void of energy. He wasn’t supposed to be on the bed with you, but as it were, the hospital staff was afraid to reprimand any of SAMCRO, especially Happy.
“Hap, when’s the last time you got any sleep?” Gemma questioned, raising an eyebrow at the tattooed biker.
You could tell he was trying to do the math, but his sleep deprived brain wasn’t processing quickly enough, so you responded for him, “He got in right as my water broke night before last… I don’t think he slept while I did last night… So his last nights sleep was two days ago…” you looked at your old man, stroking his tattooed arm with your free hand as he held your other.
“Jesus Christ,” Gemma hissed towards Happy, “Go get some rest, Hap. Go home or to the clubhouse. Hell I’m sure if you asked Tara she would let you crash on the couch in her office… I’ll stay here with (Y/N). You need to sleep honey.”
Happy tensed beside you, it was obvious he took issue with something Gemma said, “I can’t miss it,” he rasped, sitting up a bit to look at the Biker Queen.
“Happy Lowman you look terrible, go get some rest. Seriously.”
“Gemma I’m not leaving (Y/N) alone while I go sleep. I’m not,” he spat back at her, the two glared at each other for a while before you broke the silence.
“Happy, go find Tara please? I want you to have at least SOME energy when Mini-killer gets ready to come,” you pleaded with him and he shook his head again.
“I’ll sleep right here beside you if I have to, but I’m not leaving.”
Happy was steadfast.
You peered up at Gemma who, although obviously irked at not getting her way, wore a proud smile on her face.
“Well if I’m not needed I’ll be going, call me if anything changes. You sure you’re alright sweetheart?” She asked once more and you nodded, smiling at the tall dark headed woman, “Hap,” she called to the man laying beside you and he looked towards the door to meet her eyes, “Take care of her,” she ordered and he smiled.
“Yes ma'am.”

He wrapped an arm around you, leaning his head against your shoulder and soon his shallow breaths turned into light snoring, keeping his promise of never leaving your side.

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“Safe - Part 5″
*mentions of sexual assault and battery*
Happy x Reader w/ Tig Friendship
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Two days later you hadn’t come up with any ideas on how to get Happy to change his mind, or to get the club back on track, and the... — **“Safe - Part 5″**

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Two days later you hadn’t come up with any ideas on how to get Happy to change his mind, or to get the club back on track, and the prospect of Happy going Nomad was becoming more and more likely.

Quinn called and gave Happy his answer, it was a yes.

Now all that had to be done was for SAMCRO to vote his transfer and it had to be unanimous, which you knew it would be, because if nothing else, the club would honor Happy’s wish to leave.

You watched as your old man got up and pulled on his shirt, hiding his art-covered body and pulling his kutte over that. He had been distant lately, not purposefully, although he wasn’t much of a talker to begin with. He had been sleeping on the couch instead of with you. You didn’t take it personally, you knew there was a lot on his mind, but you also knew once he transferred, things would not go back to normal. He would be gone more often, you would be alone more often, and the separation between you would be both metaphorical and physical, which didn’t exactly sit well with you.

He kissed you goodbye and without another word he walked out the door, firing up his bike and driving away as you awaited the bad news, because either way it would be bad.

Like clockwork, Happy pulled up two hours later with Tig. Your heart was pounding as they both walked in the door.

“Man you gotta rethink this transfer shit,” Tig pleaded with his friend, “We’ll get new information, something will come out and we can keep looking. You just gotta wait it out, man. Going Nomad isn’t gonna solve anything.”

“I can’t stay, Tig. They don’t support me anymore, this club isn’t FOR me,” Happy replied.

And so the verdict was in.
Happy had been granted transfer and he would be a Nomad soon.
Your eyes wandered to his chest where the Redwood and Original flashes used to be. It was now bare. Only the black leather and a few stray stitches remained.

You were out of options.

Your hand was forced.

You had to tell him.

Your ears were red hot and your face was flushed. This could go really bad or just sort of bad and you were praying for the latter as you took a deep breath, interrupting their argument.

“Guys, guys, guys. Sit down. I gotta tell you something,” your voice resounded through your small two bedroom home. Tig and Happy stopped their conversation to look at you questioningly, neither of them moving.
“Just…. sit…. please?” you asked again.
Still standing, you folded your arms across your chest and raised your brows at the pair, who finally walked to the kitchen table and sat down as you began to divulge information you had sworn to keep secret, as well as the reasons why it had taken you so long to tell them.

“SHIT!” Happy slammed his fist down on the table making you jump and flinch before he stood up, pacing the floor and throwing two devastating punches into the kitchen wall. He then began pacing some more.
“Jesus Christ,” Tig sighed, looking over to you with his sad eyes and then looking down.
“You should go.” Happy growled to Tig and he nodded, grasping your hand and standing to walk over to you, bending down and kissing the top of your head.
“I’ll um… I’ll call the guys and have ‘em at the clubhouse in the morning. 7 o’clock.” He mumbled to Happy who nodded before Tig walked out the door.

Happy stomped into the living room and threw himself on the couch, bent over with his head in his hands while he stared at the floor.
You stood from your chair. You had to get him to talk to you.
“Hap….” you began, sitting next to him on the couch, “I’m sorry.”
Happy looked up at you, for the first time since you had known him, he was honest to God crying. Your heart shattered as he fell against you and you wrapped your arms around him, trying to comfort him and make him feel better but knowing the only thing that would actually heal him at this point was revenge.
“No baby, I’m sorry,” he whispered against your skin as you held him, “It’s my fault this happened to you, the club’s fault.”
As much as you wanted to comfort him and tell him it wasn’t true, you knew it was. The message they wanted you to deliver, it was all about your connection to Happy and him being SAMCRO; this wound wasn’t going to heal that way.

You stood up, taking his hand and hauling him up to stand in front of you, kissing him deeply and then leading him to the bedroom for the first time in what seemed like forever. With the weight of your secrets now off your shoulders, you finally felt comfortable in your own skin again, unafraid to be exposed and vulnerable in front of your love.
You walked him through the room you shared, into the bathroom where you began to disrobe, his grief stricken stare taking in your body as he saw the cuts and bruises that littered your torso for the first time.

“Its okay,” you stepped to him, wrapping your arms around him while you pressed your lips into his neck. He wrapped his arms around your waist and held you closely to him while you assaulted his skin with kisses and walked backwards towards the cascading water behind you.

The shower you shared together was intimate, the first intimate moment the two of you had since your assault, and while you were still wary of getting physical, a fear that Happy not only sensed without you having to speak it, he also respected it. The closeness you shared bridged the emotional gap that had grown between you. Happy made you a promise that night, he would dole out his own version of justice and then he would return home to you and begin the healing that had been sidelined for far too long.

Four days later the club had a tip on Weston’s whereabouts and voted yes on the retaliation.

The vote was unanimous.

Happy strapped on his bullet proof vest in your bedroom before pulling his shirt and kutte on and sitting down to step into his boots. You smiled as you walked up to him, looking over his tattooed arms and following them up to his chest where his Redwood Original flashes were replaced, albeit sloppily, on his leather.
Things were finally shaping up to get back to normal. You were feeling more and more like yourself every day, your physical and mental wounds were finally healing, and you knew life for Happy would be permanently back to how it was after today, when he got rid of Weston once and for all. They were headed to an old tattoo parlor outside of charming where a friend of Happy’s was going to help them corner Weston.
Happy offered to bring you along, let you be the one who pulled the trigger, but you opted to stay behind and let your man take care of it for you, making him promise he would come back home to you no matter what.

As it approached midnight, Happy finally came roaring home. He was wearing new clothes and you knew he had showered and changed at the clubhouse, in this case a sign of a successful day.
He had a smile on his face, coupled with a new smile on his stomach. It was something that didn’t happen often, but you knew what it meant today – Weston was no longer a threat, Zobelle was gone, and you had your SAMCRO life back.

He let out a chuckle as you ran into his arms, jumping and wrapping yourself around him and he spun you around, right there in the living room, where you were finally

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Lunch Break Happy Lowman x Reader
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“Hap..” you breathed, your chest rising and falling rapidly with excitement as your lover pinned you against the wall.
“Hap, aren’t you afraid of getting caught?” you whispered,... — Lunch Break
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“Hap..” you breathed, your chest rising and falling rapidly with excitement as your lover pinned you against the wall.
“Hap, aren’t you afraid of getting caught?” you whispered, trying to focus on anything but his lips on your throat as he grunted in response and his teeth scratched your skin.
“I’m not afraid of anything,” he growled, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor and join both of your shirts.

“Happy if someone–”
“–Fine.” Happy huffed, cutting you off and stepping away from you, “I’m gonna go back to work then.”
He knelt down to pick up his shirt, but you reached out to him.
“No! Wait.”
He stopped, smirking at you.
“I just meant… Maybe we could go somewhere that isn’t in the middle of the garage?”

Happy surveyed the garage and the parking lot. It was lunch time so everyone had scattered but he knew how you felt about sex in public. It wasn’t that you were against it, it was just that you had two family members in the MC: Piney, and Opie, your dad and brother, who would completely lose it to see you getting it on with your boyfriend in the middle of the Teller-Morrow garage.
“Come here,” he ordered, grabbing your shirt and tossing it to you for you to put on and picking up your bra, holding it in one hand as he took your hand in his other and began to haul you across the lot towards the clubhouse.
You smiled as he pulled you across the bar room floor and into the back hallway, walking down to the empty guest room and leading you inside. As soon as he shut the door behind you he threw your bra aside and his shirt came off again, the tattoos and muscles of his arms, chest, and abs on full display as he stepped to you.
You pulled your shirt off over your head, lazily draping your arms around his neck as you pressed your lips against his, slipping your tongue inside his mouth while he walked you backwards towards the bed. He tossed you onto the mattress when the back of your legs hit the bed, and still standing at the foot of it, he began to take off his jeans, prompting you to shimmy yours off as well.

You kicked your panties off and quickly crawled to the edge of the bed, waiting for Happy’s boxers to drop so you could greet his erection with a kiss.
You placed your lips around the tip, sucking gently and looking up at your man whose eyes were closed, jaw clenched tightly, his hands weaving into your hair as you pulled more of him into your mouth.
He groaned with satisfaction as you began to bob your head back and forth, taking in as much of him as you could before pulling back and doing it again.
Suddenly he gripped your hair tighter, pulling you off of him and up to his mouth, kissing you quickly before shoving you back onto the bed.
He climbed across the mattress to settle down over the top of you, one hand wrapping around your throat while the other was affixed to your hip. He ground his hips against your core, his thumb rubbing the skin on your neck as he watched you breathe slowly under the pressure of his hand. He smiled devilishly before kissing you harshly, holding you down against the sheets and putting his full weight on you. He kissed across your mouth and over to your ear, biting on outside of it as he continued to grind against your core.

“How do you want it,” he asked you quietly, his breath hot against your skin.

“However you want me, Daddy,” you toyed back at him, playfully biting your bottom lip when he leaned up to look at you.
A low chuckle emanated from his chest as he flipped you over, face down, pulling your hips up so you were on your knees with your ass in the air. He leaned forward, kissing and biting your left ass cheek, delivering a slap to your right which made you squeal.
He pulled away, and you turned to look back at him as he studied your center, pumping himself in his hand and reaching forward to run a finger through your folds.
“You’re so wet, you little slut,” he grinned, slapping you on the ass again and pressing himself against you.

He rubbed the tip of his penis across your core a few times teasingly before he pushed into you, forcing a gasp to escape your throat. As you started to move to ease the discomfort he leaned over your back, his hands pressing your shoulders against the mattress, “Don’t run,” he growled, and you nodded in response as he began thrusting into you, slowly speeding up to the fast pace you had become accustomed to.

“Fuck, Happy..” you moaned, reaching between your legs to rub yourself, feeling your climax approaching.

“You like that baby girl?” He asked, moving to hold your hips as he thrusted into you harder, his breathing becoming unsteady just as you went over the edge, seeing stars as Happy fucked you through your orgasm and coming undone right after you, pulling out to spill his seed on your ass and back.

“Well that was a good break,” you turned over and smiled as he collapsed on top of you, wrapping his tattooed arms around you.
“Yes it was,” he affirmed with a sigh.
“We should make afternoon quickies a regular thing,” you joked.
“Agreed,” he rasped, kissing you once again.

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“Waking up Happy”

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You knew the dangers of startling your man awake. You had gotten one or two unintentional jabs to the ribs from the Killer when you first started out together.

Quickly you learned that there were only two ways to wake your man up. The first way was from far away, shouting or tossing something at him, yeah it still startled him but you weren’t in the danger zone so it worked.
The second way was for when you had a little more time, like today, with the method you were currently employing….

You pulled the blankets over your head and slid to his side gently. He slept on his back, thankfully, because this would be difficult if he didn’t. You always started out kissing his hips and abdomen, which were typically unclothed and just above the waistband of his boxer briefs, before moving to kiss over the top of the cloth separating you from his jewels.
You stroked him through the fabric, his body responding to you perfectly, even in his sleep, as his member began to spring to life.
Finally, when he started to fidget a little and you knew he was only partially asleep, you tugged his boxers down, releasing his cock from its cotton prison and flattening your tongue against the underside, licking a long stripe up to the tip.
You pulled the blankets down so both your bodies were exposed to the chilly air in your home and you sucked just the tip of him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around as you noticed by the low growl in his throat that his wet dream had begun.
You smiled and started a shallow rhythm, sucking just a couple inches in and out as your hands were fixed to his sides, when you finally coaxed a moan from your lover you began to take him into your mouth deeper, sucking him in as far as you could, his dick pressing against the furthest reaches of your throat and you held him there, gently pressing against him and flexing your muscles in your mouth to massage his shaft.
He was beginning to wake up, when you started your rhythm again, sucking him in and out while you trailed your hand down his body and secured a soft grip around his balls, gently pulling and rubbing them as his hands came to life. They fastened themselves to the back of your head and grasped your hair as he pushed your mouth down on him and you smiled, continuing to blow him the way he was asking you to as he groaned at the stimulation.

“(Y/N),” he panted, writhing underneath you and signaling he was finally completely awake and you smiled against him again, deep throating him a couple times while his hands guided you down.

“Mmm God damn baby,” he groaned as he squirmed, releasing your head and gripping the sheets beneath him as he thrusted his hips forward, his breathing desperate and shallow, you knew he was close to his release.

You pulled your mouth off of him for a moment, pressing a kiss into his tip and whispering against the sensitive skin, “Come for me baby,” as he tossed his head back and you sucked him into your mouth some more, your pace quick and firm while he let his moans fill the air.

His stomach and leg muscles began to spasm under you as his dick convulsed, spilling his seed into your mouth which you drank up with fervor.

His eyes finally opened and his dark lust-filled irises stared down at you as you licked the last drop of cum from his cock and smiled at him, pushing yourself up to sit back on your feet and wipe your mouth, staring back at him with a grin across your face.

“I swear I love you,” he growled, lunging forward and grabbing you to pull you on top of him as you giggled. He smashed his lips against yours, kissing you deeply before pulling away, tossing you on the bed beside him and climbing over you, “Now it’s your turn.”

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“The Game”
Happy Lowman x Reader
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[A/N: Ok so this is the dream I had last night lol. I added some theatrical shit to make it flow but overall this is what I dreamed about. I hope y’all enjoy!]
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“Haaaaaap,” you whined from the... — **“The Game”**
Happy Lowman x Reader
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**[A/N: Ok so this is the dream I had last night lol. I added some theatrical shit to make it flow but overall this is what I dreamed about. I hope y’all enjoy!]**
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“Haaaaaap,” you whined from the opposite end of the couch, “I’m bored.”
Happy looked away from the movie he had on to meet your eyes and you could tell he really didn’t care, but he also knew that if he *told* you he didn’t care, you would be mad at him. Since he wanted less to do with your attitude than he did your boredom, he offered what he thought was a helpful suggestion, “We can go in the room and fuck,” he said bluntly.
You laughed for a second until you saw he was being serious, “No, Happy. That’s what we always do when we’re bored. I wanna do something different,” you bit your bottom lip and scooted to his side of the couch, sitting on your knees at his side. He looked at you and raised an eyebrow, your demeanor worried him, because it usually meant you were going to request something outrageous.
“What?”
“I want to play a game!” you grinned and he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Hap, pleeeeease,” you begged and he threw his head back against the couch.
“Fine,” he spoke at last and you squealed with excitement, “but I get to pick the game,” he finished with a smirk. Your excitement faded considerably because Happy’s idea of ‘a game’ was much much different than yours.

“What kind of game requires us riding out to the Wahewa to play?” you questioned as you stepped off of his bike. Nothing but the dirt road his bike was sat on, desert on either side, and the blue sky surrounded you.
Happy held his hand out for the backpack he had given you to wear on the ride and you shrugged out of it, tossing it to him and wondering what was inside.
You didn’t have to wonder long. Soon Happy was tossing something towards you, “Catch,” he said as it was already in the air.
You looked up, shielding your eyes to find the small black object falling down towards your face and you snatched it out of the air.
You pulled the object town to study it and as soon as you realized what you were holding a loud popping sound made your head snap up towards Happy.
He was grinning mischievously, holding a taser identical to yours in his hand,
the blue electric arc beading across the two terminals creating the cracking sound that startled you.
Your eyes widened with confusion and worry as you watched him lick his lips. You were speechless and wondering what the fuck kind of game involved tasers until Happy, of course, answered the question you hadn’t dared to ask.

“Taser Tag,” he triumphed, his eyes were glinting with anticipation and delight.

“Oh my God, Hap, you’ve got to be kidding me!” You were both exasperated and horrified that this was his idea of a game, but when he stepped towards you, the taser in his hand snapping as the electricity coursed through, you had no choice but to play along.
You ran away from him across the sandy ground, jumping over bushes and cactuses, trying but failing to tase him before he could get you. Happy jabbed at you with the black stick of death and got you in the ribs, the voltage stunning your body and making your whole left side freeze up as you fell to the ground and he chuckled. He stood over you, reaching down to help you up when you lunged up and jabbed him in the chest. The audible crackling sound coming from your taser and the vein in the side of his neck popping out was the only indication that your device was even working, as the voltage had no affect on your old man at all.

He smiled down at you as you scowled back at him, “You bastard!”

He had conveniently forgotten to mention that he had built up a tolerance to electrocution, and you honestly didn’t care to know *why* or *how* he had done so.
You couldn’t help but laugh as this exact scenario was the reason you both questioned, and also justified your relationship with Happy Lowman.

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“Chasing Waterfalls”
Happy x Reader
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“Hap, come on, we’ve been walking for an hour,” you groaned, chasing behind him and pouting as he grunted in reply to you and tromped through the woods, trees that were hundreds of years old... — **“Chasing Waterfalls”**
Happy x Reader
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“Hap, come on, we’ve been walking for an hour,” you groaned, chasing behind him and pouting as he grunted in reply to you and tromped through the woods, trees that were hundreds of years old littered the area and left very little room for light to shine through.
Even though it was midday, easily 105 degrees outside and you were at a cool and shady 85 as you meandered around behind him, you were still complaining because when you asked Happy to take you on a date, this wasn’t what you had in mind.
He led the way, his black SAMCRO bag with the skeleton on the top mocking you with every sweaty step you took, your own backpack heavy on your shoulders.
You were looking down, watching your boots as you took step after step, army ants and leaves crunching under your feet when you ran into something blocking the once clear path ahead of you.
It was Happy, of course, stopping abruptly and causing you to nearly trample him.

“Happy what the fuck I almo–” you stopped as your eyes carried your gaze ahead of him. An honest to goodness waterfall!
“Wow…” you spoke.
“I know,” his deep voice rasped as he pulled his bag off his shoulders and set it down. He took your hand in his, squeezing it and making you look at him as he smiled down at you.
“How did you find this?” you gasped, looking around at the beauty. It was almost as if it had been untouched, allowed to exist undisturbed since the beginning of time. It was amazing.

Happy didn’t answer you, which wasn’t uncommon. You asked a lot of questions that went mostly unanswered by him. Sometimes you caught it and pressed him on it until he did answer you, usually angrily, sometimes you pressed him and he didn’t budge, and even still, sometimes you never realized he had ignored you and he got away scot free.

You noticed this time.

It was hard to break your gaze away from the beautiful sight in front of you, but you turned to look at him. He avoided your eye contact and you pressed him, “Hap… What were you doing to come upon this place?” you asked again and he started walking towards the water away from you, not speaking still.

“Happy Lowman!” you shouted, scaring off some birds in the trees nearby and he stopped walking. Happy took a deep breath in and breathed it out before turning to you, the look in his eyes saying he did not want to tell you the answer to the question.

Somehow you already knew before he said anything what his answer would be.

Your jaw dropped as he looked at you with his puppy dog eyes that said ‘I really don’t want to do this’ and you scoffed, folding your arms in front of you.
“You did not–” you began and he interrupted you, “–Baby I know, I know but it was just too pretty not to show you.”

You let out a frustrated chuckle and shook your head dropping your backpack off your shoulders, sticking your tongue out to lick across your bottom lip before sucking it in your mouth and clamping your teeth down.

“I can’t believe you. You are a piece of work Happy Lowman. Where are they buried? Right under my feet?”
“No!” he defended, furrowing his brows, “Over there…” he pointed to a clearing about 50 yards away and you scoffed again, throwing your hands up in the air, “Well at least you had the decency to spare me half a football field!” you smiled, not a happy smile, but one that showed you were beyond frustrated with your man.
Happy started walking back towards you as you began to rant, “Seriously Happy I don’t know where you get off thinking it’s okay to bring me back to the scene of crime you committed! You know I don’t have any illusions about what you do but I don’t want to be involve–”
Happy grabbed your face and crushed his lips against yours. Suddenly the stress of being right up on a burial ground didn’t bother you too much and you relaxed in his grip, his hands sliding down to your shoulders, down your arms and to your waist.
He gripped your hips and pulled you tightly to him, his pelvis pressing against yours as his lips and tongue worked against you, moving down to your neck.

He broke away from your neck, reaching down and rifling through his bag to pull out a thick blanket you insisted he pack for your picnic. He laid the blanket out on the ground, looking back up to you and pointing.

“Sit,” he ordered and you raised a brow at him, being defiant on purpose to give him a hard time.

His eyes darkened as he realized you weren’t going to follow his orders.

This was a game he enjoyed playing.

He stepped to you, leaning into you and kissing you again, this time with more force, before he lifted you with ease, making you wrap your arms and legs around him as he stepped back to the blanket and knelt down with you, laying you out on the blanket and settling himself between your legs.
You moaned as the heat between your thighs heightened and you lifted your hips up to grind against him. He broke from your kiss, staring into your eyes and pressing his forehead against yours, flashing you a wicked smile, knowing he had you right where he wanted you. His forehead still pressed against yours, he looked down between your bodies and snaked his arm in between the two of you, grasping you between your legs, his fingers pressing against your ass and his thumb bearing down on your core through your jeans.
You moaned and squirmed under his touch and he chuckled, looking back into your eyes.

“You want it?” he smirked, already knowing the answer.

You bit your lip and stared back into his eyes, nodding your head at him and he immediately went to work on your jeans, unbuttoning and tugging them down before turning his attention to his own belt and fly.

He ran a finger through your folds, already knowing you were soaking wet and didn’t need any help. He basked in the fact that just a kiss and the idea of him taking you down would make the want inside you come out in full force.

He licked his lips as he looked over you, pumping himself in his hand a few times before pushing inside you with force, causing a loud gasp to escape your throat. Your hands wrapped around his neck, your fingers sliding underneath the collar of his tee shirt to dig into his back as he thrusted roughly inside you, grunting each time he entered you. He pushed into you and stilled himself inside, pulling away from you and pulling the front of his shirt up over his head to expose his chiseled abs and chest, littered with outlaw tattoos.
He knew you loved running your fingers down his body while he fucked you, and he smiled as your eyes lit up at the sight of his skin, reaching to run your fingertips gently over his body.
Your touch riled him up even more, as he set a new, quicker pace.

The moans and groans the two of you made and the sound of the cascading water from the fall yards away were the only noises that could be heard.
He pulled out of you, grabbing one of your legs at the knee and flipping you over, wasting no time in pushing back into you, but stopping once he was inside and moving his hips from side to side while in you, stretching you further.

You clutched the blanket underneath you tightly in your fists as Happy’s dick explored parts of your body that only he knew, pushing you over the edge and making you call out his name.

He pressed his hands down against your lower back, holding you to the ground as he pounded into you with furor, causing you to jump and crawl away from him but he pulled you back and held you still, leaning over your body to your ear, where his breath tickled your senses as he let out one last groan before collapsing on top of you, pulling out and releasing his seed on the blanket below.
“So…” he kissed your shoulder, “you sure the dead bodies bother you?” he chuckled as he placed small kisses down your spine.

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“Safe - Part 3″
*mentions of sexual assault and battery*
Happy x Reader w/ Tig Friendship
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The sun was shining through the dark material of the heavy hospital curtains as you were awakened by the sound of hushed voices coming... — **“Safe - Part 3″**
*mentions of sexual assault and battery*

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The sun was shining through the dark material of the heavy hospital curtains as you were awakened by the sound of hushed voices coming from right outside the door to your room. You kept your eyes closed as you took a deep breath, feeling Happy’s arm still draped over you. The events of the last 12 hours rushing back to you as you began to sob again, wishing you could crawl out of the skin you were in.
Happy must’ve been awake already because he gripped you tighter, pressing kisses onto your neck, “I’m here, (Y/N), it’s gonna be okay,” he murmured against your skin as he leaned up and gently pulled you onto your back so he could look at you.

Hurt immediately filled his eyes as he peered at your bruised cheekbones and forehead and you pouted back up at him. He was just opening his mouth to speak when your door opened and Clay walked inside, followed by Jax and Tig.
Juice, Chibs, and Bobby stood in the doorway.

Happy sat up in your bed, swinging his legs over the side and standing up as his brothers walked to him, hugging him and giving him their condolences before they looked over at you, doing the same.
Clay and Jax were whispering with Happy, seemingly asking him if any new information had broken overnight. As that was happening, Tig walked over to you, giving you the most sympathetic look you had ever seen on his face. You reached your hand out to him and he took it, kneeling down beside your bed as you gave him a smile.
“You saved me Alex. Thank you,” your sad eyes filling with tears as he squeezed your hand.

Clay cleared his throat, causing your attention to shift to the other side of the room where the rest of the guys now stood, save for Happy who was back next to you and Tig of course, who was now standing up from his kneeling position beside you.

“When you have time, (Y/N), we’d like you to give us any information you have that could help us find who assaulted you,” Clay’s voice was straight business and you almost felt bad for keeping what you knew away from them, but you knew it was for the best; them retaliating for you would play right into Zobelle’s hands, and you knew Happy wouldn’t be able to contain himself if he knew who hurt you, no matter how stupid it would be to go after him. His brothers would, of course, back him up and they would attack quickly.
For that reason alone, it was best to keep quiet. You had to in order to save your old man and his club.
“I’m sorry Clay. What Tig and Wayne know is what I know… I don’t remember much. They beat me pretty badly…..” you trailed off looking down and Happy grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers with yours and nodding to you, showing you that he was there to support you.

Jax spoke up next, “That’s alright darlin’ but if you do remember anything, just let one of us know. We’re going to get the guys that did this to you. We all want nothing more than to see them bleed out for what they did,” he assured you and you swallowed hard.

You knew it had to be done, you wanted them dead too, but you had to wait for the right time to let them know. Now wasn’t that time.Tara had admitted you under the guise of a car wreck in order to treat you, but she could only keep you for one night, so today you were being discharged.
Happy never left your side, being almost too attentive and helpful, as if that was possible. Jax had relieved him of his duties to the club for the next couple weeks, clearing his schedule to be with you, knowing that you would need him since the club had decided it would be best if you didn’t speak to anyone about what happened, that meant no therapists either.
They didn’t want anyone to be able to legally put motive on them when they finally tracked your attackers down.
In Happy’s words, “The things we’re gonna do to them, best nobody sticks motive on it.”

Happy drove you home in your own car, which Half Sack was nice enough to bring to the hospital for you. He knew you would be too sore to ride on the back of his bike. He helped you inside the house and to the bedroom where he got you comfortable before crawling into bed with you and turning on the TV. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and you settled down into his armpit, knowing the man who was being so gentle with you right now, had multiple homicides on his mind at this same moment. It amazed you how different the two sides of his personality were, gentle and loving with you, malevolent and murderous with the club.

Happy told you that Tig, Wayne, and Clay were headed out to the warehouse today to see if they could piece together any evidence of who would have done this. You silently prayed those assholes didn’t leave any clues behind, knowing that if they wanted you to deliver the message to the club, they wouldn’t have left anything the police could use to track them in case you told the cops instead. You had been spending the entire last week in bed, your body completely sore from head to toe, but especially your intimate areas. You couldn’t bear to have Happy near you when you were naked so you showered alone, undressing and redressing only once you were behind a closed and locked door.

As the initial shock of it all faded, you began having flashbacks to the assault when you were awake and nightmares when you were asleep, and you wondered if you would ever be okay again.
When you were finally healed and Happy touched you there, would you lose it, would you cry, would you get angry, would you shut yourself down to avoid him even attempting to get near you in the first place?
You so were terrified of your trauma coming between you and him that you began to cry for the millionth time in the last few days, curling up in the thick, fluffy comforter and letting the tears fall freely down your cheeks.

Happy, who had been in the kitchen making dinner, heard your sobs and came rushing to your side. Nobody but you ever saw this side of him, the nurturing, caring, part of him. He was such a God-send, you knew without him you would be completely lost. He wrapped you up in his arms and held you tightly, rocking you and stroking your back. You felt like such a needy child, crying whenever he was away from you, causing him to come running back to you.

You were in the middle of your mindless self-loathing session when Happy’s phone rang, pulling you out of your thoughts as he released you from his embrace to pull his phone from his pocket.

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Like I’m Never Gonna See You Again

Part two of “So Hott”

Happy x OC

SMUT!!!

He found his previous spot taken by some peckerwood getting a lapdance. What he really wanted to do is yank him up out of his place, but he checked himself because he had promised to stay at the club until close. He instead settled for a corner booth, ducked off away from everyone else and waited. One more hour and then he would see where this night took him.

That hour passed incredibly slowly, but he passed the time amusing himself by staring her down and waiting for her to glance his way. When she did and realized he was already looking at her she got anxious and quickly turned her head, blushing.
This was his favorite game tonight…. so far.

When the lights came up and the stragglers started ambling out, he stayed put in his corner and watched as she started putting things away, wiping down the bar top and sweeping. She called out to the guy that managed the place and spoke to him for a couple minutes. He could tell they were talking about him because the guy kept looking over at him when she spoke and he took that as a sign to step out. He finished off his beer and stood up, walking out to his bike and pulling it around back to where her truck was. She was just walking outside to meet him so he pulled his bike up next to her truck and killed the engine, kicking down the kickstand and stepping off the bike before turning sideways and leaning back against the seat, arms folded across his chest.

She walked up to him as he stared at her, “Hey Mr. Irony,” she winked.

“Your boyfriend in there let you go for the night?” he scoffed.

She chuckled, “He isn’t my boyfriend, he’s my boss you crazy man, and yes I’m off….. So you gonna give me a ride home or what?” she smirked.

“Yes ma'am.” he started the engine and she hopped on behind him, wrapping her arms around him and telling him which direction to go.

He pulled up at her apartment and parked his bike, stepping off and helping her off as well.
“Thanks for the ride,” she winked, turning to walk away but he grabbed her forearm stopping her and making her turn back around. She was smiling, teasing him, and it was turning him on. His eyes bore holes into her as he released her arm, narrowed his eyes and ground his teeth together.
“Not gonna invite me in for a smoke?” he questioned.
She meandered around like she was thinking on it for just a little too long before smiling again, “Wanna come in for a smoke?” she asked biting her lip. She turned and sauntered away as he followed her to the door.

“Make yourself at home.” she said, waving to the couch as she walked down the hallway. He debated following her, taking her now…. He knew she’d be into it, but he decided to sit and wait.
He shrugged out of his kutte and folded it, setting it on the arm of the couch before plopping down and stretching an arm across the back. Seconds later she was rounding the corner, barefooted, with a blunt in one hand and a lighter in the other. She handed it to him and walked away to the kitchen.
He lit up and leaned back as she came back with a couple beers and sat down beside him, right beside him, so close he could feel her body heat.
They passed the blunt back and forth a few times, but when she took a drag, holding it in for a long time while he watched her, he couldn’t take it anymore.

He took the joint away from her and ashed it out on his palm before tossing it on the coffee table and leaning into her, smashing his lips against hers and tangling the fingers of his right hand in her hair tightly while his left hand held her waist. He pulled her head back and pushed his weight into her so she lost her balance and he could climb on top of her.
She smiled against his lips, opening her mouth to let his tongue inside and he explored her mouth viciously as her arms lazily wrapped around his neck. She held her legs open, allowing him to settle between them and he pressed his pelvis into her, making sure she felt him before he tugged her hair again making her toss her head back so he could attach his lips to her neck.
She moaned at the feeling of him pressing against her and his mouth sucking bruises along her jawline as his left hand pushed under her shirt to her breast.

She plunged her hands down to his belt, her fingers working on the buckle as he continued his assault on her neck and began pulling her shirt over her head.
When she pulled his belt open he stopped kissing her, pulling back and looking at her with lust-filled eyes. He leaned back and unbuttoned his jeans, stepping out of them and his boots and jerking her jeans off as well. He leaned forward, supporting himself with his hands on either side of her, licking straight up to her breasts from her belly button making her squirm.
He smirked against her skin before biting down harshly on her collarbone. She gasped and he took advantage of her surprise to slide his hand down her panties, running his fingers along her soaking wet core.

He kissed his way up to her ear and chuckled into the side of her face, “Horny little tramp,” he growled with a smile.

She chuckled back, “I’m not the only one,” she retorted, grasping his dick through his boxers making him groan.

“Get this shit off” he said, pulling on her panties and bra before pushing himself back to pull his shirt up over his head.
She hurriedly did as he ordered.
He stood up from the couch and pulled his boxers down, showcasing his large cock proudly, the ‘want’ settling deep in his stomach. He watched her taking in the sight of him and a mixture of terror and excitement covered her face as she reached a shaky hand out to grasp it, he grabbed his beer and took a couple swigs, staring down at her, watching her take in the sight of his erection.

She attached her mouth to the tip of his penis causing his body to stiffen and his hand to return to the back of her head, lacing his fingers in her hair and gripping it tightly as she began to suck him off. She was so good at it, using her tongue and lips in tandem to massage his shaft.

He gulped down the last of his beer and then pulled away from her, grasping himself and stroking while looking down at her.
She stood, looking up at him and running her hands up across his tattooed abs and chest to his shoulders as she captured his lips in another kiss, pressing her naked body against his. With his lips still attached to hers, his hands ghosted over her ass before he grabbing it firmly and lifting her, his left hand stretching up to support her back as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

He turned to walk down the hall and she broke away from the kiss to move to his ears and neck, kissing and sucking along his pulse and jawline.

He growled when she took his skin between her lips and bit down.

He couldn’t make it to the room he needed to be inside her now.

She pulled away from the bite just in time for him to slam her back against the hallway wall, pressing her against it as he moved one hand to her waist and the other to his dick, grabbing it beginning to push inside her.

She gasped loudly as her hole struggled to accommodate him, she gripped his back tightly as he grunted and thrusted in the rest of the way making her cry out.
He pressed his forehead against her shoulder, making sure she was firmly against the wall as he began to grind his hips into her, making her moan at the pressure his member was putting on her insides.
Her chest was heaving as her breathing got quicker and he began to thrust inside her slowly at first, but quickly picked up the pace until he was pounding into her and her voice was just one long moan interrupted only by “Ohhh… My God… Ahhh.”

He lifted his head and grabbed her by the throat, pushing her head against the wall and forcing her to look down at him.

“What’s my name,” he ordered as he grasped her throat tighter, slowing down but thrusting in more deeply and stilling himself inside her for a couple seconds.

“Mmm… Haaaappy” she moaned.

He growled, leaning down to take her left nipple in his mouth and lick around it before biting down, causing her to jump and moan louder.

“Get down,” he ordered again backing off of her and allowing her to unwrap her legs from around his waist. She planted her feet and stood facing him. He grabbed her face and planted a long hard kiss before spinning her around and pinning her against the wall, entering her again hard and fast, his right arm wrapping around her chest and his left hand digging into her hip.

She started pushing back against him and he leaned down, sucking and biting on her back as he snaked his arm down from her chest to her clit, circling it with his rough finger as she moaned louder.

“You like that?” he rasped, moving his mouth to her ear and biting the outside of it.

“Ohhh baby, mmm.” she replied.

“Tell me.” he ordered.

“Fuck. Yes! HAP!” she screamed as she let go, convulsing around his dick, and he fucked her through it, pulling out as she stopped shaking.

“Shit…” he sighed, releasing his cum onto her back and leaning his head forward to rest between her shoulder blades as they both struggled to catch their breath.

She turned around and took his hand, guiding him to her bathroom and starting the shower.
He stepped in, she followed him, and without a word they each washed up.

He exited the shower and wrapped a fluffy white towel around his waist and proceeded to the living room, gathering his clothes and pulling them on. As he was pulling his kutte back over his shoulders, she walked up behind him standing on her toes and placing a kiss on the back of his neck.

“Its late… Stay.” she whispered.

He turned around to face her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her on the forehead.

“I can’t,” he grumbled, side stepping around her and heading to the door.

“Wait!” she chased after him and he stopped at the door, hanging his head and taking a deep breath, “Please?” she asked.

He turned around and gazed at her cute little pout that both turned him on and pissed him off at the same time…. but for the first time he didn’t want to leave.

That’s how Happy knew he was in trouble…. because he was planning to see her again, and again, and again…

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