being in a small fandom is like being given a bone, chewing on it until you're done with it, burying it in your backyard, and then digging that same chewed up bone months later to continue chewing on it, and then the cycle just repeats.
this is especially true for small fandoms that you know won't be getting any new content, so you just have to consume the content you've already consumed thousands of times before.
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Manny Mayans x Reader
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His Lesson
Manny saw you arrive but remained seated at the bar, letting you come to him. Angling himself in his seat to face you, he enjoyed watching you navigate around all the bodies squeezed into the clubhouse. His eyes went over your outfit with appreciation. Tracking your movements had him tucking his bottom lip behind his teeth and slowly releasing it, tilting his head as his fingers traced the shape of the beer bottle he held. Every time someone stopped you to say hello, you could catch a glimpse of him over their shoulder and the slow curling of the corner of his mouth made your lips twitch, pressing down on a secret smile of your own.
When you finally got to him, he stood up, taking your hands to pull you into him. “Hey, mamas,” he rasped out.
You never got a chance to say a word in return. The kiss he greeted you with was smooth but possessive. Longer and deeper than his normal kiss hello, especially considering you were in a packed-out room filled with his brothers and party people. As he ended the kiss, he held you close, his hand still cupping your neck and ear.
Aware of the crush of bodies around you, you darted your eyes to the crowd and back to him. With an embarrassed smile, you pressed your hand into his chest, washed in both a self-conscious heat and a sensual one.
“Manny--”, you started.
“What?” he murmured, his face just centimeters from yours.
The look in his eyes and the gravel in his voice snatched the words from your throat and he was kissing you again. Shamelessly, seductively - releasing a quiet groan into your mouth that made your fingers curl, crumpling his cut in your fists. Cupping your jaw so you could not escape him again, he asked you how you were and if you missed him, as if you could formulate a coherent thought between the soft nudges of his tongue to your lips. You had missed him terribly while you had been visiting your family and his hands trailing up and down your back was making it far worse.
“Let’s go,” you whispered, falling further into his dark eyes.
A ghost of a smile touched his mouth while he traced your lip with his thumb. “Can’t, Reina. We got a visiting charter in the house tonight. It’s gonna be a while before I can just disappear.” His Adam’s apple dipped in a silent chuckle, seeing the disappointment on your face. “Mmm…I know, Bella. We’re gonna have to wait, but listen…” Leaning near your ear, he let his heated rasp slide down the side of your neck, as his hands slid down to lift you up tighter to him by your butt cheeks. “I got you though. I promise you that.”
Your knees went weak from his dark vow. But across the room, someone chose that moment to call out Manny’s name, and just like that, the spell was broken.
“Be back,” he said, stroking your cheek and pressing another warm kiss on your lips.
When he returned to your side, it only got worse. Or was it better? Truth was, Manny was handsy with you on any given day. But not seeing you for almost a week turned him into an octopus. There was no escaping his touch - teasing, possessive, needy. As the night went on, he held conversations while tracing your waist, playing with your hair, and laying his long ass arm around your shoulders so he could trail his fingers over the tops of your breasts.
Every time you playfully pushed him away, he tugged you right back to him. His hands took up permanent residence on your ass, occasionally following the seam of your jeans between your butt cheeks. His errant fingertips dipping as low as he could get away with without having you pinch him to remind him you were still in public. At one point, he had turned your body just enough to hide how he was palming your breast and toying with your nipple from the room, while silencing your protesting lips with an innocent-looking kiss.
“Manny, stooooop,” you whined, trying to peel his wandering hand off of you once again. Your core was beginning to ache from his constant teasing attention.
Letting loose a rumbling chuckle, he dipped his knees, grazing his lips and stubble up your neck to your ear. “What, mamas? Thought you said you missed me.”
Oh my God, you thought, shrinking away, ducking your chin down to suppress the spray of tingles his move released all over your body. “You know I did…but you’re being mean.”
Looking down at you, he wet his lips, giving you three slow blinks. “Ion know what you’re talkin’ about.”
Frowning, you wanted to fuss at him but the smoky look he was giving you had you melting instead and he knew it. Sucking your teeth at him, you flopped your head into his chest, whining, “Yes, you doooo.”
His deep laugh made you smile, too, and he wrapped his arms around you again, wiggling you to make you look up at him. “C’mon, now. I ain’t mean. Since when is it ‘mean’ to touch you? Hm?” Running his hand slowly up and down your back, he continued, raising his eyebrows. “Is this hurting you? Huh?”
You rolled your eyes, pressing your lips down on your smile, not wanting to give him an inch.
“No?” Giving your waistline a squeeze, he trailed his fingertips up your side to cup your face. “How about this?”
He wet his lips, leaning in, then denied you the kiss you expected. Instead, he floated his lips down to your neck, opening his mouth wide and sucking hard on your tender skin. Oooooh shit. It was your well-known weakness. Your eyes fluttered shut, your mouth watered and a moan escaped, mixing with his low chuckle vibrating against your throat. He let go to flick his tongue on the tender spot he created and switched sides of your neck, biting down and sucking to his heart’s content. The noise of the clubhouse dissipated as he increased the suction, sending rolls of pleasure through you. You gripped his back as your kitty pulsed and neither of you had to check to know you were leaking through to your panties at that point.
Standing up straight with his arms low and loose around your waist, he gave you a sultry smile. His eyes sparkled with devilment. “That sounded like somethin’, bella…but it wasn’t pain.”
Embarrased by the reaction he had just elicited from you, you buried your face in his cut and giggled out, “I hate you.”
His name being called again was the only thing that saved you from getting more of his torment. Watching him leave you once again, you ached for him, unable to stop the flutter and clutch deep within. Free to move around the room as you pleased, you hoped chatting it up with some of the women you knew would shake off the lingering feeling of his lips. And hands. And tongue flicks. Lawd, nothing was helping. Distracted from the conversation around you, you started fanning yourself to calm down, when it hit you. Two can play this game. Excusing yourself, you headed for the bathroom to level the playing field.
0.o.0.o.0
When you found Manny, he was sitting at a table with a couple you didn’t know, Canche and Otero. Manny smile was angelic, happy to see you and offering you his lap. Sitting down carefully, you greeted everyone, not really wanting to join the conversation. As soon as you were settled, he placed his hand high up on your thigh, sneaking a swipe over your sensitive vee with his thumb, making you twitch before you crossed your legs. Manny’s devilish side was showing once again; he purposely kept his attention on the speaker, pretending not to feel your eyes on him. His cheeks were raised a little too high for it to be just because of an amusing story.
Oh, it’s like that? Game on.
“Were you looking for me?” You adjusted in his lap and he squeezed your thigh as you kissed his cheek warmly. Pulling back, you glanced at his cheek, wincing, you apologized, “Sorry, babe. I got you.”
Smiling casually, you wiped your lip gloss from his cheek with your thumb, letting your index and middle fingers linger under his nose. It only took a second for Manny’s lips to part in disbelief as the familiar scent hit him. Pussy. Your pussy. His pussy.
His eyes snapped up to yours, silently questioning. The fuck?
Your face was a picture of innocence. You blinked twice, your expression questioning his - then you smiled, cracking your gum, arching an eyebrow playfully. What?
Are you serious? Manny’s eyebrows flashed, bouncing together in a quick frown, not wanting to call attention to the silent communication you were having.
You ran your fingernails over his sparse beard, the joy in your eyes contradicted the daring game you were playing with him. Letting him get another good whiff, you leaned to whisper, “I told you to stop playing with me.”
“Sooo, what?” His eyes darted toward the other people at the table and back to you. “You handled it by yourself?”
You held his gaze, tracing his neck tattoo. Denying him your answer just long enough for his frown to flash across his face again, urging you to answer. “What else could I do?” You shrugged, shifting to get up, but Manny was not having it. His hold on you tightened enough to keep you right where you were.
“Aye.” He gave you a quick squeeze, his dark eyes demanding the truth. “For real?”
With a smile, you pushed him further by peeling his hand from your leg, softly imprinting your next words on his jaw with your lips. "I'd never lie to you."
Pulling back, you looked him in the eye and put that same lust-scented finger in your mouth, using it to swirl your gum. Then, taking the entire digit in, you closed your lips around it. Drawing it out slowly, releasing it with a quiet pop. The other people at the table were forgotten as you licked your lips clean, holding his stare with one of your own until you saw the tips of his ears begin to color.
Manny gave the table a quick glance. “Let’s go,” he rasped out, quietly.
“Where? Outside?” Your questions came out sultry, pulling him in. “Now?”
His dark eyes turned smoky, and he wet his lips. “Yeah.”
“Mmmm.” Leaning closer, you cupped his jaw as if to kiss him, hovering. Your soft smile spread into a grin before you delivered the final blow. “I don’ really need to now, babe.”
Taking advantage of his surprise, you quickly jumped up, crafty in offering to get more drinks for the table. Manny’s eyes glittered, challenging your win. Knowing he was still watching, you put a little extra swing in your hips as you walked away. Lucky for you, or maybe not so lucky, the throb in his lap kept him from getting up and marching you out the door like he wanted to.
Waiting for your order, you caught a peek at Manny over your shoulder. Through the room’s smoky air, you could see the dangerous shine in his eyes. A sneaky smile crept up on your lips, imagining how your little lie was going to make for a very wild night later. You were definitely going to pay a delicious price, but for now, he deserved to think he had missed out.
Smart as he was, the Mayan still had lessons to learn about women.
I know I say this a lot but God almighty 😭 that profile tho!!!! Those handssssss!!!! The coat p@rn!!!! We got leather motorcycle jacket AND we got wool pea coat in one shoot?!?! I need him on my screen asap again🤤
ཐི♡ཋྀ — warnings; Angel wakes up without you in bed, and he wants you a lot closer when you finally come back to him (Angel Reyes x fem!reader)
ཐི♡ཋྀ — warnings; established relationship, somewhat needy!angel?, smut, minors do not interact!!!, p in v, creampie, riding, allusions to another round, implication that reader gives it to angel whenever he wants, some tit worship/breast appreciation, but that’s it?
ཐི♡ཋྀ — word count; 1,291 words
ཐི♡ཋྀ — a/n; to say this whole fic was inspired by that one scene in s1e5, it like tweaked something in my head (hence the pics of the scene lol)
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it was early, the sun had just started to peek out over the horizon. you’d woken up to use the bathroom and when you’d returned to bed, Angel was now in your side of the bed and the blankets kicked down to the bottom of the bed.
you stood there for a minute, watching him sleep while he hugged your pillow between his arms, the muscles flexing and easily causing your thoughts to run.
he grunted in his sleep, pulling you from your thoughts as you climbed back into bed.
his arms let go of the pillow to wrap around you, easily pulling you tight against his chest as he stirred.
“where’d you go?”
Angel murmured, his lips pressing to the top of your head in a soft kiss while you giggled softly.
“had to pee, that okay?”
he nodded, nuzzling into the side of your neck and inhaling the familiar scent of your body wash.
your left hand lifted to cradle his face, stroking your thumb across his cheek.
“missed you”
his words were muffled against your skin, his lips pressing kisses to your neck before he trailed them upwards and towards your lips.
Angel kissed you, nipping at your bottom lip to deepen the kiss, but you stopped him, whispering to him.
“i was gone for three minutes, tops”
but to Angel in a moment like this, that was a lifetime.
“that’s too long”
he mumbled, pulling you impossibly tighter against his chest while another laugh fell from your lips.
that was Angel all right, all soft and cuddles when he was with you.
“i’m here now, okay?”
yet it wasn’t enough, you weren’t close enough for Angel.
“need more of you”
the needy tone to his words was obvious, even as sleep still laced his words.
his hands grabbed your hips, tugging you impossibly closer as he rolled onto his back, helping you settle in his lap.
you shook your head while a knowing look spread across your face, already feeling the steady outline of his cock through his boxers.
“really baby?”
Angel only nodded in response, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of your underwear in a silent attempt to pull them down.
“please..”
he whined, his hips rocking up into you to press himself against you, grinding up against the dampening fabric of your panties.
both of you wanted it, it was obvious.
carefully, you lifted from his lap to let him tug down and off your underwear, easily tossing them aside.
you grabbed at Angel’s shoulders as he shoved down his boxers, freeing his aching cock and pulling a soft gasp from your lips.
“so pretty”
Angel murmured, his eyes hooded as he watched you take hold of his cock, swiping the head of him through your arousal before positioning him at your entrance.
he watched you, groaning low in his throat as you slowly sank down onto his cock.
“fuck baby”
you both moaned out at the feeling once he bottomed out, his hands squeezing at your hips as your walls fluttered around him.
his hands stayed on your hips, keeping you grounded as you sat flush against him and non moving for a long minute.
the sun had started to creep in through the blinds, casting a golden glow around the room as you leaned in to kiss him again.
with a careful steadiness, you started to move on his cock, using your hold on his shoulders for leverage as the sound of your wetness filled the room, along with the sound of Angel’s low groans.
Angel’s head fell back against the pillows as his hands helped to guide you, keeping your movements steady as you moved on his dick.
“shit Angel..”
you mewled, moaning with every drop down onto him and creating a steady slapping of skin on skin as your ass moved against his thighs.
the sound had Angel groaning, his hips rocking up into you to chase the warmth of your cunt.
one of his hands lifted to cradle your face, pulling you down into another kiss while he groaned against your lips, your walls fluttering around him.
his kisses trailed their way down your body as he pulled you closer, sucking across your skin until his lips pressed to the skin between your boobs.
you dropped down onto his cock again, using your enthusiasm to keep up your rhythm going as Angel’s lips moved to one of your boobs, wetting his lips before he started to lave attention to your nipples.
he lapped and sucked at them, alternating his attention to each breast while you moaned out above him.
“love these baby”
Angel murmured, circling his tongue around each peak as his eyes focused on your face, watching as pleasure painted across your features and another moan tumbled from your lips.
each flick of his tongue had pleasure zinging through your body, making your clit throb and your walls flutter around him.
your climax was already dancing just out of arms reach.
“Angel..”
he hummed as your pace faltered, a knowing look glinting in his eyes. your hands moved to tangle in his hair, pulling him back and away from your boobs before you surged forwards to kiss him again.
it was heated, all teeth and tongue as you tried to find the rhythm of your hips again, desperately chasing your climax.
“fuck.. you gonna cum for me?”
Angel asked against your lips, only gaining a nod from you in response.
his hips rocked up into you, meeting every drop down onto his cock with a thrust of his own.
“cum for me baby, need you to”
the angle shifted as you moaned out, Angel’s feet planting into the mattress to allow him to rock up into you with more force, the head of his cock hitting that one spot with more force.
both of you moaned, your cunt fluttering and spasming around him as he hit that spot again and again.
Angel gave another thrust, rocking into you one last time before sending you hurtling over the edge with a cry of his name.
your walls spasmed around him, greedily pulling him in deeper as your release soaked his cock.
“fuck.. that’s my girl”
he groaned, pulling you back down and into another kiss as he chased his own climax.
his hips rocked up into your desperately, moaning against your lips as he kept up his thrusts.
“such a good girl”
you hummed along to his words, your walls giving another sensitive flutter around him as he hit that spot again.
another groan fell from his lips as he rocked up into you one last time before he was quickly following you over the edge into his own explosive climax, burying himself to the hilt inside your warmth as he let go.
he groaned against your throat as he buried his face against the skin there, spilling himself into your warmth with the last surge of his energy.
Angel ground up shallowly, spilling himself dry while you lay against his chest.
both of you stayed like that for a minute, Angel’s arms wrapping protectively as you rested your head on his shoulder.
after a minute, Angel pressed a kiss to your temple, whispering to you.
“thank you”
you lifted your head, smile breaking out across your face.
“for the sex? baby, you know i’d give you it whenever you asked”
Angel chuckled softly, closing the distance between you in another kiss before he rolled you onto your back, keeping his cock nestled in your warmth.
his arms rested on the bed on either side of your head, caging you in as he stole another kiss.
“yeah? well maybe i want another round before the sun fully comes up”
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Contains descriptions and injury, threat, violence and domestic abuse. Brief mentions of smoking and alcohol.
The night was quiet at the clubhouse — low music from the jukebox, the occasional crack of pool balls from the back.
Jax leaned in his chair, beer in hand, while Chibs idly rolled a smoke.
The door swung open, and the noise stilled like someone had turned down the volume.
She stepped inside, hood up, clothes clinging damp from the mist outside. The light caught her face just enough to show the fading shadow of a bruise along her cheekbone and a fresh cut on her lip. Her arms wrapped tight around herself — not from the cold.
Chibs was on his feet, brow furrowing. “Evenin’, lass. You lost?”
Her eyes flicked to him, then to Jax. “No. I just…” She hesitated, shifting her weight. “I just needed somewhere… safe. For a bit.”
Jax set his beer down, studying her with the same caution he’d use on a stranger at the table. “You in some kind of trouble?”
Her shoulders rose slightly, defensive. “No.”
The word was too quick, too clipped.
Chibs’s gaze lingered on the bruise. “You hurt?”
She shook her head, looking anywhere but their eyes. “It’s nothing. I just need to sit for a minute. I’ll go after that.”
They exchanged a glance. Neither of them knew her, but the tension rolling off her was as familiar as the smell of gun oil — someone carrying a fresh wound, whether she’d admit it or not.
Jax gestured toward the bar. “Alright. Sit. Get warm. You want a drink?”
She opened her mouth, but the door behind them groaned open again.
Bootsteps — heavy, unhurried — crossed the threshold. The room seemed to narrow.
Happy stepped in, kutte over a white t-shirt, the black leather creasing as he moved. He barely glanced at the table until his eyes landed on her.
The air changed.
The cigarette between his fingers hit the floor without a sound.
He crossed the room in three strides, stopping close enough that she had to tilt her head back to see him. His voice was low, rough, but carrying something in it that Jax and Chibs had never heard from him before.
“Mouse?”
Her eyes softened instantly, lips parting and her voice barely a whisper, as if anything louder would make him disappear. “Happy…”
Happy’s jaw clenched. He reached out, slow, his calloused fingers pushing down her hood, her damp brown hair falling loosely, his fingers curling under her chin — gentle in a way that seemed almost foreign on him. He tilted her face toward the light, his gaze tracing every bruise, every mark.
“Who did this?” he asked.
She swallowed, voice trembling. “My boyfriend. He’s… Mayans. Said if I ran—” She cut herself off, eyes dropping. “I didn’t know where else to go.”
“You came to the right place,” Happy said. And there was nothing soft in the words — only a promise.
Happy’s fingers lingered under her chin, thumb brushing lightly against the unbroken skin as if he could erase the damage with his touch alone. His eyes didn’t leave hers, not even for a second.
Behind them, Jax leaned toward Chibs, his voice pitched low. “You ever seen her before?”
Chibs shook his head once. “Nope. But he definitely has.”
It was obvious in every line of Happy’s body — the stillness, the intensity, the way the rest of the room ceased to exist. They’d seen him violent. They’d seen him cold. But this… this was different.
She let out a shaky breath, as if the tension holding her upright was starting to give way now that he was here. Happy’s hand shifted from her chin to the side of her neck, the weight of it grounding her as his thumb gently brushed the skin.
“When?” she asked quietly, almost afraid to hear the answer.
“Tonight,” he said. “I’ll deal with him tonight.”
Something flickered in her expression — relief tangled with fear.
Jax caught Chibs’ eye again, giving the smallest shake of his head. Whatever was going on here, it wasn’t for them to press. Not right now.
Happy finally looked away from her, just long enough to speak to them without raising his voice.
“She’s with me.”
The three words, final as a gavel.
Neither of them argued.
Chibs stepped back, palms up in a subtle gesture of surrender. “Aye, then. She’s yours.”
Jax just nodded, reaching for his beer again, though his gaze stayed locked on the pair for a beat longer. He’d seen enough to know one thing — if anyone tried to touch her again, Happy wouldn’t just hurt them. He’d make them disappear.
Happy turned back to her, his voice dipping into that quiet space meant only for her ears. “You’re safe now, Mouse. I got you.”
Before she could answer, his arm slid around her shoulders and pulled her in. It wasn’t careful at first — it was instinct, like his body moved before his brain had time to weigh it. But once she was there, his hold changed, tightening just enough to tell her she didn’t need to stand on her own anymore.
Her forehead found his chest, the leather of his kutte cool against her skin, the solid warmth beneath it steady and unyielding. She didn’t care that half the room could see them; for the first time in weeks, her pulse slowed.
Happy’s chin came to rest lightly against the top of her head. His hand, still splayed over her shoulder, shifted in small, grounding circles.
“You’re safe,” he murmured again, like he needed her to believe it. “I’ll take care of everything.”
Jax and Chibs didn’t speak — just exchanged a glance that said we’re staying out of this.
In Happy’s arms, the fight drained out of her in a slow, quiet surrender, and she let herself breathe.
Happy didn’t let go until he felt the tremor in her shoulders start to settle. When he finally eased back, it was only far enough to guide her toward the hallway with a hand firm at her back.
“Come on,” he murmured. “Let’s get you out of here.”
The room stayed quiet as they slipped past. No one followed.
He led her into the small back room off the garage — cluttered desk, battered couch, the faint smell of oil and leather in the air. Once the door clicked shut behind them, he shrugged out of his kutte without a word. The creak of worn leather filled the silence.
“Here.” He draped it over her shoulders, the weight of it settling heavy but warm. The scent of smoke, motor oil, and that faint spice that was just him wrapped around her instantly.
She gripped the edges like she could pull the comfort deeper into her skin. “You didn’t have to—”
“Yeah,” he cut in, his tone leaving no space for argument. “I did.”
Happy crouched in front of her where she sat on the couch, his eyes scanning the damage up close. He tilted her chin again, the pads of his fingers rough but steady. “Tell me where else you’re hurt.”
She hesitated, her gaze darting away. “Just my face.”
“Don’t lie to me, Mouse.” His voice softened, but the edge beneath it was real.
Her eyes closed briefly. “Bruises. My ribs. He…” She shook her head, not finishing.
Happy’s jaw tightened until it ached. He exhaled slowly, forcing his voice to stay even. “You’re stayin’ here tonight. No arguments. I’ll deal with him.”
Her throat worked as she swallowed. “You can’t—”
“I can.” His gaze locked on hers, unblinking. “You know I can.”
Something in her eased — not because she thought he’d be gentle, but because she knew he wouldn’t. Not with the man who did this.
Happy straightened but stayed close, one hand on the back of the couch, the other brushing over the kutte on her shoulders like he was making sure it stayed put. “You hungry?”
She almost laughed, a small, broken sound. “I can’t remember the last time someone cared enough to ask me that.”
“Get used to it,” he said simply. In that same gravel filmed finality that only Happy Lowman possessed.
You were in Gemma’s office, sifting through a stack of invoices and receipts, when the low, rolling thunder of engines came from outside. Not just one an entire pack.
Gemma pulled the blinds back, narrowed her eyes, and said flatly:
“Mayans.”
Curiosity got the better of you, and you leaned over to look. A line of black bikes rumbled through the gate, chrome catching the sunlight, the smell of gasoline drifting in. And at the head of the pack was a face you recognized instantly, even after all these years.
Ezekiel Reyes.
The meeting with the Sons was quick firm handshakes, tight words, the kind that sound like either the closing of a deal or the final polish on a fragile peace. When the Mayans started heading back to their bikes, Ez spotted you. His expression softened, lips twitching into a shy smile, and he gave the smallest wave.
You stepped toward him.
“Didn’t know you were riding with the Mayans now…”
“Yeah… it’s been a while since we saw each other. I haven’t been with them that long.”
“Not that short either,” you said with a wry smile, “if you’ve already got the president’s patch.”
He gave a little grin.
“Look… this isn’t exactly the place, but maybe we could meet somewhere, talk?”
You’d both noticed by now that the Sons were standing outside the clubhouse, clearly watching.
“I don’t know what about…”
“About how I’ve missed you all these years,” he said quietly. “I thought I’d moved on, but… seeing you now… I haven’t.”
“We were college kids, Ez,” you reminded him. “Then you went to prison… and that was it.”
“I know you’re with Jax now.”
“The Sons are my family. If I’d known you had anything to do with the Mayans, I never would’ve gotten involved with you.”
“I didn’t want this either… it just happened.”
“Y/N!” Chibs’ voice cut through the tension. You turned and walked away, feeling Ez’s gaze burn into your back.
***
Half an hour later, the Mayans were gone and the clubhouse talk had died down. Jax slid onto the couch next to you, flicked his lighter, and took a slow drag from a joint. (Gif)
“You wanna tell me what you were talking about with the president of the Mayans?”
“Nothing big,” you shrugged. “Just surprised they’ve got such a young president now.”
“World doesn’t stand still,” he said slowly, eyes locked on yours. “You know him?”
“Damn…” you sighed, knowing there was no point trying to lie to Teller. “We went to college together. Parallel courses.”
“What?” His brows pulled together, his voice suddenly carrying a sharp edge of jealousy.
“Yeah. He never said anything about liking bikes, let alone a club,” you added then immediately regretted it, knowing how fragile that new peace agreement was.
“Right,” Jax nodded. You started to relax until he narrowed his eyes and asked, “So what was the name of the guy you were dating back in college?”
hey everyone 🍂🎃 here is a random happy lowman drabble i wrote while taking a break from writing my joel miller fic. i have missed writing sons of anarchy fics so much, it honestly feels like i travelled back to 2021 and writing my first fanfic.
🫦comments, likes, and reblogs are highly appreciated🫦
Around midnight, Happy finally decides to call it a night and head for the dorm rooms, dodging his space completely before joining you in yours. The second you hear him cross the threshold and close the door behind him, you’re pulling back the bedsheet as a silent invitation, and Happy accepts it without saying a single word.
Kicking off his boots and sliding off his kutte, Happy strips off completely before crawling onto the mattress and pulling the bedsheet over the both of you. Today has been one of the most stressful days he has ever had, and skin-on-skin contact with you is the only thing that’ll soothe him.
“You want to talk about it, baby?”
His voice is muffled against your ear as he holds you tighter. “No, I just need you.”
The cuteness only lasts so long. Soon enough, the cuddling stops and you’re riding his face before getting railed into next week non-stop for hours, leaving you with deep red hand prints on both ass cheeks and a limp that you blame on an accident at the gym.
“So you set his fucking house on fire? What the fuck is wrong with you, Mookie?!”
Everyone knows Mookie has a tendency to overreact. Her brother more than anyone else, seeing as he was the one to spoil her. When Mookie’s temper gets her into hot water with the Chinese, her brother, desperate to ensure her safety, makes a deal with SAMCRO.
Mookie is left to make the best out of her new living situation, and what’s a better distraction than a hot biker with big brown eyes?
-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ-
Follow Mookie through her time in Charming, while she adapts to not only the town life, but the club life.
