#samcro x reader

Summary: Jax has been so busy with the club lately, you feel like you hardly see your husband at all. When he comes home and barely says a word to you, the stress both of you had been feeling comes out in the form of a nasty fight that leaves you both sleeping alone. But, despite the harsh words you exchanged with each other, neither of you liked being too far away, especially in your own home.

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Warnings: angst, mega angst with a small bit of fluff, swearing, arguments, fighting, unresolved argument, jax is hella rude, reader kinda is too, mentions of dv, insinuations of dv (not with jax and reader), implications of hitting your partner, slight sexist remarks, that may be all.

Nothing makes Jax Teller harder than his innocent partner. She's everything Jax wants - soft, naïve and clueless.

༘⋆ Inexperienced ! reader who can get off from dry humping alone.

'You're doing so well, baby,' He whispers, pushing damp hair from your eyes.

The rough denim dragging against your clothed cunt was just right. 'Feels good, doesn't it?' You let out a small, pathetic, whine. 'You're doing good, baby.' he assures - rubbing his cheek against yours.

Your hips buck desperately, mewling every time your panty clad cunt bumps against his bulge. 'm'close Jackie,' you cry into his mouth, your nails scraping through his hair.

'My pretty girl' he hums softly, rubbing his hands up and down your shivering body as you hit your peak.

༘⋆ Inexperienced reader with an oral fixation.

You'll toy with Jax's rings, then lift his index finger to your lips and suck it into your mouth.

'Open wider, baby, c'mon' He mumbles fixated on your pretty pink lips stretched around his fingers.

Formally titled - Sugar Spice and a Little bit of Vice.

SUGARLAND

Happy Lowman x Reader

When the leather clad regulars roll into your small bakery, you can't help but feel sorry for the quiet one they call "Happy." What kind of cruel joke is it to give such a name to someone who never seems to smile? Determined to brighten his day, you leave a little treat at Teller-Morrow, hoping to coax even the smallest grin from the serious biker.

You think you can handle knowing what he does for SAMCRO. You've been told outright, seen it when he showed up during a robbery at your bakery, you've seen the respect and fear in people's eyes when they look at him. The Tacoma Killer. It doesn't matter—not until the day you witness it firsthand.

Now the man who once made you feel safer than you'd ever been has become a stranger, and you can't unsee what you saw. Happy has always been patient, but winning back your trust will be his greatest challenge yet.

Sometimes the sweetest treats come with the most bitter truths.

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hi honey ! thank u so much <3 i hope u enjoy this ;)

content: SMUT MDNI, rough sex, fingering, overstimulation, jax is mean, fem reader

Jax stands outside your door, looking like a hot mess - bruised knuckles, blood stains on his clothes, a cut on his cheek and a split lip. It’s late and it’s clear he came here straight from some sort of fight. You don’t have time to ask, because within seconds his hand is gripping your neck and pushing you back into your apartment, kicking the door shut behind him.

“Jax—“ you begin, but he cuts you off with a rough kiss. All tongue and teeth, the taste of the blood on his lip seeping into your mouth. You moan, your knees buckling beneath you. His large hands clamp around your waist, picking you up with ease and carrying you straight to your bedroom.

He’s hungry and he’s not going to waste a second.

Jax tosses you onto the bed, your body bouncing on the mattress with a gasp. He growls as his eyes scan over you. He crawls over you, dragging your sleep shirt up over your thighs to reveal your panties. You gaze up at him with needy eyes, opening your mouth to speak.

“Don’t talk. Just need this pretty pussy.”

He tears your underwear off in one movement, baring you to him. He spits on his fingers before sinking two of them into you, moving them immediately. The slick sounds mix with your moans, filling the room. Jax grunts, his fingers moving with purpose as he presses his thumb to your clit and drags an orgasm from you.

He doesn't stop at one orgasm. He's still too wound up from the fight earlier, his fingers pounding into you like you're the one he's mad at. Jax doesn’t overstimulate you for your pleasure. No, even that’s for him. He revels in the power it gives him, in how it feels to take and take and take from you, until you’re this sobbing, whining mess beneath him.

When he's satisfied with the state of you, he pulls his fingers out with a pop, his hands moving to his belt.

“Gonna fuck you now. You gonna be good?”

You nod, your hands grasping at his shoulders when he settles his weight above you. This close you can see the remnants of the fight on his face, in the cuts and bruises but also the furrow of his brow. You can't really focus on that right now, because he's already pushing inside of you in one smooth motion. You cry out at the stretch and he hisses at the way your walls clench around his cock.

Summary: Pregnancy cravings?

Half of the room was painted when you and Tig arrived at Jax's house. Abel was coming home soon and since Clay fired all the professionals you volunteered to help out over the weekend, spare him and the prospects the time and money.

Tig didn't necessarily agree, but after your lecture about him needing the practice, he yielded. You're a lot scarier now that you're pregnant yourself.

You had Gemma clear out with a coffee and a kiss on the cheek. She'd been there before Jax got out of the hospital, you could tell because her car was in the driveway more than his Harley.

"So," Tig said, shifting his hands to his hips. "What do you want me to do?" No enthusiasm, just acceptance.

You smiled knowing he wasn't gonna volunteer himself. "Get out."

His faux smile dwindled into a frown. "I don't understand."

You scoffed playfully, snapping a rubber band from your wrist. You gathered your hair up, twisting it into a steady knot and turned to the paint. "I need the room."

With no further explanation, you reached for the brush slushed in blue and started slow strokes against the manila colored wall. He didn't ask you to elaborate again, unsure if this was a test or if you were certain, he backed out tensely, bracing for when you changed your mind.

It didn't come.

Not in thirty minutes, the first time he checked in. Probably unnerved by the lack of command. He lingered around the room. Ranted about the blue, the shade being "breath of fresh air" as if that was a color. Then he left. Not before deciding the almost pastel color complemented the carpet more than the dull tan.

Not fifteen minutes later when he came in asking if you wanted anything from the store.

Not in the next hour when he came in, saw you perched against an unpainted patch, one hand over your stomach, the other holding a white sprinkled donut he bought you, crumbs sprinkling over the mouth of the sprite he bought you.

"Want a massage?" He offered randomly.

You stopped mid-chew, eyes flicking up to him. He leaned against the door frame, dressed like he had dropped by rather than spent his morning tied up with Stevie Nicks and indecisive Jax.

Your back ached a little, but your ankles weren't sore and you still had some buzz from earlier. You shrugged.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asks after a minute.

"Not that I know of."

He nodded back, but his eyes said otherwise. Still, he didn't push, he looked down at your donut and then back at you. He smiled.

You offered one back, letting your hand fall into your lap before you extended your limp wrist. "Help me up?"

"Course'," he muttered under his breath, stepping toward you. He stepped between your legs, cupping your elbows in his palm, he pressed only slightly to steady you as he guided you forward.

You huffed, pushing up against him, your premature bump rubbing up against his shirt. "Need anything from me?" He asks, arm slithering around your back, pulling you closer.

"This," you leaned up, pressing your lips to his. Your kisses were usually warm, sweet, like gentle sparks on skin. This one wasn’t that. It was fire. Heat rolled through your chest as your fingers tangled in his kutte, gripping, pulling him closer, anchoring yourself to him. The clash of teeth was eager as you captured his lower lip between yours.

Your body leaned into his, raw and hungry, almost feral. Every motion felt like claiming, a deep, urgent possession that left you dizzy. You growled low, vibrating against him, letting your primal desire slip. With hands locked, lips fused, and breaths tangled, it felt like you were binding yourselves together, lassoing him to you until there was no space left between two bodies.

When you finally drew back, your forehead rested under his chin, chest pressing against him. Your arms circled him tenderly, the fierce grip on his vest loosening as you exhaled. For a moment, you thought about the donut on the counter, and how absurd that felt after what just passed.

At 29 weeks, you hadn’t experienced any weird cravings. No onions and vinegar like your mother once shared, no caramel and pepperoni like your best friend with twins, no chicken nuggets and syrup. You’d refused anything that wasn’t sugar or dairy. But this… this almost primal need to have him close, he was smoking hot, a little kicked puppy vibe, goofy, ambitious, had eclipsed it all.

“Am I weird?” you murmured, head still resting against his chest, voice barely above his heartbeat.

“What makes you say that?” he asked, fingers running up and down your back, rolling the rings along your spine in a soothing rhythm.

“I haven’t had any cravings,” you admitted, letting a small sigh escape. Your thumb brushed absentmindedly against the curve of his ribs, a quiet nod to the heat that had just passed.

“What do you mean?” His gaze flicked down to meet yours, subtle amusement dancing at the corners of his mouth, though his touch stayed gentle.

“I mean pregnancy cravings. The craziest thing I’ve tried to eat was marshmallows and strawberry jelly,” you said, and for a fraction of a second your lips quivered, a shadow of insecurity passing over your features.

“Aw, sugar, I’m happy I don’t have to make you brussel sprouts and honey. You should be too,” he teased, and the corner of his mouth twitched up, a small smile in his eyes as he nudged you lightly with his shoulder.

You let a laugh escape, leaning into him anyway, closing the distance without hesitation. “Yeah, I guess.”

“What do you say I get us out of here? We’ve been here long enough.”

“I have to finish,” you said, glancing back at the almost-done wall.

content warning! sub fem reader, dom jax teller, pet names, unprotected sex, missionary position, aftercare.

you’d overheard the conversations at the teller-morrow. tense, muffled disagreements about jax and how he’s changed. they’d say he’d gone soft; lost his bite… lost his edge. you hear another, deeper, voice throw your name into the conversation. it accused you of being the reason for jax’s sudden actions regarding samcro.

eventually you’d ask about the conversation, curious as to what they could’ve been implying about your intentions. but jax just smiles, tight lipped and nearly irritated, and tells you not to worry your pretty little head about it.

sometimes you could understand his brothers. sometimes, because there is nothing softer about jax teller than when he has you underneath him. splayed out along his bed, with your melanated skin contrasting the sheets.

Folks, I need a fic recommendation! It could be a full length, one shot, drabble and etc! Help a sister out please 🫶🏻.

Happy x Reader

Requested by @isitmine I hope you like it hun! I’m sorry it took such a long time for me to complete! I added a lot more length to make up for it! School and work has been crazy but it was a lot of fun to write this and be creative!

Honorable tags: @justahopelessssromantic and @princessofthalia

Warnings: being hurt by a prospect, cursing, violent Happy, murder, a bit of gore

“Hey, didn’t Jax want y’all to meet up with Gemma? I thought she was getting her new furniture shipped in today.” Y/N asked.

“Why the fuck do you care?”, the prospect, Maggot, barked.

“Well, I was just hoping to see Happy soon.”, Y/N responded, confused on why he was being so rude.

“Oh! So you’re one of his bitches huh?”, he grumbled.

“No!”, she argued, “I am his old lady!”

Y/N couldn’t believe a prospect was being so disrespectful to an old lady. Let alone her! She didn’t think she was anything special but Happy was Sergeant-at-Arms and the terrifying Tacoma Killer and she was his pregnant wife. While thinking through the different possibilities of how to handle the situation, she felt a hand land on her neck.

Y/N was at the point where she thought she was going to pass out when she clawed out at his face. The first couple of swipes were misses, until she finally managed to dig her nails into him.The pain must of startled him enough because his grip began to slip. Y/N pulled away quickly and dropped to the ground. She was heaving and thought she might vomit.

“God dammit!” He shouted, bringing his hand up to his face only to see it covered in blood.

He started towards her again and picked up a broken beer bottle on the way.

“Think, about what you’re doing here Maggot,” Y/N kept pausing to breathe, “the club isn’t going to take this lightly”

“They don’t care about anyone but themselves! No one will miss a crow!” Maggot yelled, swiping at her with the broken bottle.

Y/N flinched and covered her stomach with her arms. She was barely showing right now, only in tight clothing but she still wasn’t going to let anything happen to her baby. Maggot missed the first time in his fit of rage but managed to catch Y/N’s left arm on the second swipe.

She began to scream in pain and shout for help, crying out for Happy or anyone else who may be nearby. Maggot swiped at Y/N again, but she luckily managed to knock the sharp glass out of his hand. This really pissed him off and before she could bring her arms up a hand collided with her face. Her head snapped to the side and when she brought a hand up to her face she realized she was crying.

Maggot appeared to have reached his wits end. His arm raised up into the air again and she began to pray to any diety that would listen. Screaming at the top of her lungs, hoping someone will hear her.

Jax looked up from the custom bike he was working on when he heard someone screaming like a banshee from within the clubhouse. He made eye contact with Opie and dropped his tools. Both brothers sprinted across the lot, worried for whoever was making that noise. They burst through the door and were enraged by what they saw.

Maggot was rearing back to hit her again, when he was suddenly jerked away from her. Opie had grabbed Maggot by his raised arm and dragged him away, surely dislocating the prospect’s shoulder.

Jax tried to console Y/N but she didn’t seem to recognize who he was. She was so overwhelmed with fear that she just curled in on herself. Jax believed she was still trying to protect her baby.

On his way towards the garage Opie ran into a frantic Gemma, “I heard screaming. What the hell is going on?”

“This piece of shit hurt Y/N!” Opie growled, throwing the prospect onto the concrete. “ Jax is in the clubhouse with her now. You should probably call Chibs, it didn’t look good.”

Gemma shook her head and stomped away and into the clubhouse. She had already dialed Chibs by the time she opened the door and gasped as he answered the phone.

“What’s wrong doll?” the irishman asked.

“It’s Y/N. Maggot hurt her pretty bad and we’re gonna need your help. How soon can you be here?” Gemma asked.

“Shite! I am grabbing my med bag now. I’ll be there in five.” He said and Gemma could here him scrambling to grab his stuff, “Put pressure on any bleeding and try to keep her from hyperventilating” he demanded as the motorcycle rumbled to life before he hung up on her.

Gemma ran to the kitchen and grabbed some towels before making her way to Y/N and her son. She pulled Jax away and told him to call Tig and Happy. Tig could organize everyone coming in for church so they could vote on Mr. Mayhem and Happy needed to be told what was going on. Jax flipped open his phone and walked to the bar to make the calls.

Gemma slowly moved further into Y/N’s line of sight and spoke in soft, dulcet tones, “Hey, baby. How about you let momma check on you, huh?” Gemma had helped raise Y/N with some other members of the community. Her family had bailed on her when she was sixteen and the town came together to help her. The club provided her with a dorm room and Gemma has been her mother figure ever since. “There’s a lot of blood sweetie…” Gemma grimaced, “Can you show me where it is coming from? You're safe now, your brothers and I are gonna take good care of you.”

“Happy?” Y/N whimpered, looking around.

“He’s on his way.” Jax cut in, walking up behind Gemma and putting a hand on his mom’s back.

“I want Happy!” Y/N whined again pitifully.

“I know sweetheart. She’ll be here soon. How about you let Ma look at your arm huh? Get you cleaned up some before Happy gets here.” Jax asked, knowing it would coax her into letting Gemma touch her.

“Okay... “ Y/N said and slowly uncurled.

When Y/N released her arm, they both gasped. Gemma quickie covered her arm with one of the towels and applied pressure. There was a gash going up her arm. Starting on the outside of her wrist and wrapping its way past her elbow. Some of it was going to need stitches, judging on how deep it was.

Chibs came barrelling through the door and went straight to the bar sink to scrub his hands. He paced quickly over to the trio, still drying his hands.

“Hello dolly, can I have a look see?” Chibs spoke softly to her, noting that she seemed to have gone into shock. “Atta girl!” he commended, when she didn’t flinch when he moved to check her injuries.

She was beginning to develop a deep bruise on the right side of her face. It appeared that the hit had managed to fracture her cheek bone and she had earned a black eye from the mistreatment. He lightly prodded her neck making sure there was no damage to her trachea or esophagus and deemed that she would heal easily enough but be tender for the next week. When he went to press his palm to her stomach and check on the baby she locked her hand on his wrist, digging her nails into him. Her eyes began to fill with tears again as she shook her head with fear.

“Okay, okay darlin’. I’m not gonna hurt you or the baby. Just wanna check on them. Gemma, could you try to put your palm on her stomach? I wanna see if we can get a kick. That means we can skip the hospital… Maybe just have a house call for an ultrasound later?” Chibs tried to speak softly and hide his concern. It didn’t look like the bastard had been able to make contact with her small bump but he had to be sure.

Gemma slowly reached out and when Y/N made no move to stop her, placed the hand that wasn’t holding the towel to her adopted daughter’s stomach. She waited worryingly, hoping to feel the baby kick.

The clubhouse door slammed open again and a rumbling “Babygirl!” spewed frantically out of Happy’s mouth as he trekked across the clubhouse. Gemma sighed in relief when the baby shifted at the sound of their father’s voice and nodded at Chibs. Gemma slowly shifted away from Y/N and stood to stop Happy quickly.

“What are you doing, Gem? I gotta see her!” Happy growled, restraining himself from letting his anger unleash on the club mom.

“And you will see her. I just wanna make sure you’re gonna keep your head on straight. She is in shock if you come in all burly and pissed it won’t help her or the baby. Jax has already called a meeting and that shit will get what is coming to him, but right now you need to be here for Y/N.”, Gemma spoke quickly and with authority. “Now, if you can keep your cool, I am sure it would be a big help for you to sit with her and help Chibs.”

Happy nodded his head and stepped around Gemma. Quickly crouching to the ground to make sure Y/N could see him.

“Happy!” She let out in quiet relief.

He shook his head in attempts to subdue his anger, “Yeah babygirl! I’m here now. Hmm, let me take a look at you?”

She slowly turned her head as his hand caressed her chin and happily allowed him to press his palm to her stomach. The baby slowly kicked along his palm and he smiled in relief.

He turned to Chibs to ask what he needed to do. The irishman directed the Tacoma Killer to gently move his old lady to wear he was sitting against the wall behind her with her body cradled between his legs. Y/N tilted her head back to let it rest against her husband as he wrapped his arms around her. At Chibs instruction his right arm went around her shoulders, his left rested along her baby bump and bent his left knee so she couldn’t see her hurt arm.

“Alright, little pinch hun and then it shouldn’t hurt so bad, hmmm.” Chibs said.

He slowly unwrapped the arm and Y/N jolted when Happy growled in distaste. When she looked up at him to see what was wrong, he tilted his head down and nuzzled his nose against her unmarked cheek. Chibs quickly injected local anesthetic to multiple spots along the abrasion and waited several minutes before running a gloved finger along the injury. Y/N didn’t flinch in Happy’s arms and Chibs took that as a go ahead.

Chibs prepped his supplies and began to clean the gash of glass. Some shards had remained on the bottle when Maggot broke it and he wanted to make sure nothing was embedded when he began to suture. Y/N was slowly coming back to herself and tried to adjust to where she could see when she felt the tugging on her arm.

Happy easily distracted her with forehead kisses and talking through what was going on. He reassured her that something would be done about the prospect. When he mentioned that church was called, she shuddered and begged him not to leave. Happy consoled her to the best of his ability but nothing seemed to work. Jax overheard and let them know this was going to be the only exception of an old lady attending church. Chibs agreed saying that even though they knew Happy’s vote, he had a right to listen to everyone else’s. Plus Chibs was going to give Y/N’s nurse midwife, Tatum, a call as soon as he was done so he could give her pain medication. Y/N would probably sleep through the entire meeting anyways.

Chibs finished suturing her arm and told Happy to take her up to his dorm and help her shower. Happy agreed after Chibs explained that he should have an answer by then and could give her some medicine and wrap the sutures. Happy stood carefully before lifting Y/N into his arms.

He carried her up the stairs and sat her down on their bed. They had a house that was almost done being renovated and they decided to save money by moving back into the clubhouse for the time being. Happy was glad that they lived here, especially right now. He knew she was comfortable and everything was at his fingertips. He could easily lay them both out new clothes and get her comfort items.

“What do you wanna wear after your shower, babygirl?” Happy questioned, wanting to make sure she was comfortable.

Y/N shrugged but told him no when he went to open her loungewear drawer. She quickly directed him to his drawers with the point of her finger. He chuckled at her and pulled out one of her favorite shirts of his to sleep in. It was a faded grey t-shirt with Reaper Crew written in blue on the chest. He also grabbed her a pair of underwear, fuzzy socks and a pair of her sweatpants before quickly laying out new clothes for himself as well. He then scooped her up again and brought her to their bathroom. Y/N began to tear up again when Happy helped her take her shirt off, well his shirt off.

“No, no, no… don’t cry baby! I’m here now. What’s wrong?” Happy asked, concerned.

Y/N let out a whine, “I got blood on your shirt! It’s ruined!”

“Babygirl”, he couldn’t help but chuckle, “You’re crying over my shirt? I can fix that one easy! Just need the hydrogen peroxide.” He calmed her, wiping away her tears.

“Really? How do you know that?” She looked up at him hopeful and then confused.

He shook his head at her cute little scrunched nose, “I’m the Tacoma Killer babe!”, he elated with his arms spread wide, “I would have a very empty closet if I threw away clothes everytime a little blood got on them.”

Y/N giggled. Sometimes she would forget her husband’s renown and think of him as her reserved, badass. Happy corralled her into the shower and quickly stripped so he could join her. He grabbed new washcloths, before joining his wife in the shower.

The couple used this time to check in and reassure each other. Both clinged to the other, gently washing away the blood and trauma of the day. Y/N rested her head on his chest while he shampooed her hair. She braced her hands on his waist tilting her head so he could rinse away the suds.

Happy grabbed her chin and she could feel his chest rumble against hers as he growled at the marks on her neck and face. He leaned down and rubbed his nose against her cheek. Y/N quickly stood on her tippy toes and brought her lips to his. Happy let out a groan before posessively attacking her lips with his. Y/N could tell he was reclaiming “his territory” and she wasn’t mad in the slightest. She gasped when his teeth tugged on her lip and he happily delved into her.

By the time the couple was done showering, both felt reassured in their bond and were clean of Y/N’s blood. They both quietly changed into clean clothes and Y/N let out a quiet groan when the pain in her arm began to make itself known again. As soon as she was dressed, Happy wrapped her up in her beloved blanket and handed the turtle stuffie to her before scooping her up again.

When they reentered the clubhouse, the mess had been cleaned and it looked like nothing had happened. Gemma walked up to the pair and handed Y/N a plate covered in some of her favorite snacks and told her that her babies had to eat before kissing her head and walking off. The plate was filled with cubed apple, cheddar cheese, some strawberries, dill pickles, a few chunks of pumpkin bread and a handful of chocolate covered pretzels.

Happy then carried her into church and sat down. He pulled his legs across his and braced her back with his right arm before sneaking away some of her chocolate pretzels. She began to grumble at him when Chibs approached the duo. He smiled at the two before passing Happy a bottle of pills and a bottle of water.

“She can take up to two every eight hours. Two will knock her out and one will just make her a little loopy.” He told Happy before turning to Y/N, “You can go ahead and take two now. I need to apply an antibiotic to the stitches and then wrap your arm, then I’ll leave you be darlin.”

“You’re never a bother Chibby.” Y/N stated before swallowing the pills Happy placed in the palm of her hand, “Thank you for taking care of me”. Y/N reached out and gave Chibs’ hand a squeeze before he began to wrap her arm.

“Tatum will come by tomorrow morning for a check up on you and the baby. She assures me that we handled everything correctly and that the medication will have no ill effects on you or the baby. She wanted me to remind you to hydrate and let others take care of you”, he said, giving her a knowing look. “I am staying here tonight, just in case. We will need to rebandage everyday and the stitches should be able to come out in a week in a half or so.” Chibs informed them before pressing a kiss to Y/N’s palm and standing.

He walked out of the room and Y/N leaned further into Happy. She munched on the apple and cheese chunks and sipped on the water when Happy encouraged her to do so. She was about three quarters of the way through her plate when her head began to bob. Happy had to prod at her to keep eating what Gemma plated for her. After her head bobbed for the third time, Jax knocked on the door and stepped through.

He looked at Y/N softly and waited for Happy to nod “Let’s do this brother”

Slowly the rest of the patched club members filtered their way in. Jax took his seat, quickly followed by the rest of the main table. Jax slammed the gavel to start the meeting and smiled apologetically at Y/N when she jolted at the violent noise. Happy pushed the turtle plushie further into her arms and tucked her head into the crook of his neck.

Y/N let out a soft sigh of content and snuggled in, letting the medicine take full effect. She would jolt every once in a while when the guys allowed their anger to take control or raised their voices. The vote to indict Maggot to face Mr. Mayhem was unanimous but his sponsor decided to move charters before the vote. He didn’t feel right invoking Mayhem on his prospect but it was well deserved and the vote needed to be unanimous.

Within the hour, Happy was handing Y/N off to Gemma who was going to watch over her until the men were done. Jax normally would make the prospects stay with the women but he wanted them to see this. All of the crap that had happened was due to a prospect thinking he was the shit. Maggot forgot that the club is family and he certainly forgot the consequences that come with betrayal.

Jax easily approved of Happy killing Maggot in the same ways he hurt Y/N. He began by telling the man that the entire club voted for him to meet Mr. Mayhem and when the prospect had the audacity to try to spew more hate about Y/N Jax couldn’t control his anger. Completing one of the steps of the man’s death by driving his fist through his temple.

Maggot fell to the ground but didn’t stay there long. The prospect had enough wit to scramble backwards when Happy stalked towards him. The Tacoma Killer had a sick smile spreading across his face while stalking towards the piece of shit who hurt his wife. Happy wrapped his hands around Maggot's neck and lifting him into the air.

Maggot choked for breath and Happy laughed. The killer waited until it looked like Maggot was about to die and then released his neck. Maggot struggled to catch his breath and flinched when Opie busted a new beer bottle and handed it over to Happy.

“You thought we’d forget!” Jax yelled motioning for Tig and Half-Sack to pin the squirming Maggot down.

Happy dug the beer bottle into Maggot’s arm and when the disgrace began to wail Tig punched him again. Blood was flowing steadily from the gaping wound running towards the garage drains. Happy then went wild with the sharp glass, rapidly stabbing the man repeatedly until Opie pulled him off and knocked the bottle out of his hand.

Happy’s body shook with adrenaline and a growl worked his way up and out of his chest. The satisfaction of killing the bastard was battling his desire to drag it out. If he wasn’t itching to get back to Y/N and their unborn baby. He shook out the jitters and gladly accepted a work towel from Chibs. His clothes were a mess of blood.

Happy trekked across the lot and into the clubhouse before ripping off his clothes and shoving them into a bag. He hauled ass up the stairs in just his boxers. When he cracked open the door to his room, Gemma was sitting on his side of the bed reading a book and Y/N was curled around her plushie on top of the covers.

Gemma got off the bed, gave Happy a look and smiled when he nodded back. She pecked his cheek before heading out the door. Happy silently maneuvered through the dorm towards the shower. He rinsed his body until the water ran clear and then soaped up. Once out of the shower, he threw on clean boxers before nudging Y/N awake.

She squinted in annoyance until she realized it was him, “C’mon doll. Let’s get you ready for bed.” Happy encouraged, pulling her out of the bed and to the bathroom. He handed her a toothbrush and grabbed his, letting her lean on him sleepily while she slowly brushed her teeth. He motioned at the contact case once their teeth were clean.

Y/N was taking her contacts out when Happy asked “Music tonight?”

She bobbed her head in response, “Can you put on Florence and the Machine?”

He nodded, leaving the bathroom. Happy pulled for the fan, put the record Y/N requested on and pulled back the covers. He heard the toilet flush and looked up to see Y/N stumble back into their room. She toed out of her sweatpants and socks before snuggling under the covers up against Happy.