#Juice ortiz imagine

[undiscovered-horizon]

"Hypothetically speaking" - Juice Ortiz x Reader

SUMMARY: It's basic etiquette to not try your luck with a friend's girl. But when that friends seems to have no respect for the girl, perhaps it's basic etiquette to give her the affection she deserves.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 3k

Truthfully, everyone knew it wasn't going to work out - everyone except for you. Whether you are too pure or delusional, the thought never even occured to you, while the other members of the motorcycle club knew the bitter end the moment they saw you. At first, none of them thought much of it. That's just how Jax Teller rolled, there is nothing new in that matter. It was the subsequent weeks that made them dread the inevitable:

Jax brought you around the clubhouse to help out with the accounting, housekeeping or party-throwing. Usually, you were holding a pan, a broom or a pen in your hand. Or certain other things whenever Jax needed tending to his more carnal desires.

Nonetheless, the other Sons have gotten to know you personally and it was that new friendship that bore dread in their chests. You seemed to have a curious talent for making people feel seen. Even the smallest of details never escaped your attention. Refilling the bar for the night, you'd always find time to ask Happy about his mother's health and how he was holding up. Chibs and Tig have come to expect you to ask them about their children. Their answers rarely changed and so did yours: 'I'm sure they're thinking about you.' The biggest surprise came from the prospects as they had grown accustomed to everyone pushing them around and yelling at them. So when you'd ask them whether they were hungry, at first they were sure it was some kind of a test or a ruse.

For Juice, those little signs of a soft heart were nails in his coffin. Whenever he was spending several hours in front of the computer, you'd appear with a drink and a small snack. On top of that, you always made it seem like these small acts of service are something obvious - it would be entirely strange to not care for others simply because you can. Usually, your presence would slow down his progress as Juice was willing to exchange his worktime for a conversation with you. As desperate as it may sound, he came to the conclusion that his job will still be there in twenty minutes but you will be gone the moment Jax enters the clubhouse and takes you away. Sometimes he wondered if he had Teller's charisma, would you give him a chance? Considering you were seeing his friend, he never planned on acting on his feelings. Even the thought made him cringe: fantasizing about fellow member's girl? That's a rather large 'no-go'.

As usual, the dread settled in the men's chests when you entered the clubhouse. Then, it grew ten sizes as they all silently realised that the inevitable was about to play out in front of their hungover eyes. You passed the threshold in a somewhat hesitant manner like you always did, unsure whether you're interrupting something or are even wanted there. Bobby, Tig and Chibs greet you but they're unable to hide a strange sadness to them. None the wiser, you chalk up their lack of humour to the aftermath of a night filled with vices.

The clubhouse is a temporary ruin. Bottles and glasses are scattered across all flat surfaces. One of the tables is slanted, missing one of its legs. A few pairs of bright-coloured underwear are lying here and there. Something tells you that yesterday you missed a truly historic night of fun.

"Is Jax around?" you ask. The men exchange a meaningful gaze but it goes unnoticed by you. "He left his shirt at mine yesterday afternoon, I was hoping to return it."

Tig's face cringes. There's a sorry look in his eyes. "Sweetheart-"

"He just left, actually," Bobby interjects. "Don't know when he'll be back."

You look between them, beginning to sense tension. "Alright," you answer, unsure what to make of the situation. "Then I'll just leave it in the dorm room."

Their silence makes you wary like there's a piece of information that you're missing while it's fairly obvious to others; something hidden in plain sight. You walk past them, when Tig's conscience puts up a fight once more. He makes a step towards you, hoping to stop the disaster about to unfold. Chibs, however, grabs his arm before the man can realise his plan.

"He's made his bed, brother," the Scotsman says in a low voice lest you hear their conversation.

"Come on, man," Trager answers with a look of disbelief on his face. "She doesn't deserve that."

"Aye, she doesn't." The man nods. His stern expression reveals that he, too, is more than unhappy with the unfolding events. "But it's already happened."

Juice is either really lucky or terribly unlucky to be walking down the corridor at the same time as you. His lips widen in a smile and he's about to call out to you, when he notices the white t-shirt in your hand. In a split second of considering his selfishness and your feelings, Juice decided to act against his own interest. He picks up his pace and manages to block the dorm room door just as you were about to put your hand on the handle.

"You really don't want to go in there. Trust me." Juice is trying his best to sound like he's joking but he's not a good liar - especially when you're the one he's attempting to deceive. True feelings are slipping through the cracks and you notice his nervousness.

"What do you mean?" you ask. The weirdness of the guys' behaviour that day is putting you on edge. What on Earth is going on? "It's not like there's a biological warfare behind that door."

Two laughing voices are audible from inside the room: one belongs to Jax, the other probably to a woman. Something stirs inside you, anxious and dreadful but you push it further down. No need to get upset before you get all the facts, right?

"See? Everything's fine," you say to Juice, although the reassurance is really for yourself.

The door swings open with a slight moan of the hinges. Then, as you take in the scene before you, it feels like time has slowed to a halt. Jax is sitting on the edge of the bed, scandily clad in the thin bedsheets. Maybe he covered himself when he heard the door open or he wasn't planning on getting up just yet. In the bathroom doorway stands Ima, dressed in a rather tacky purple lingerie - the cheap kind that desperately tries to have some semblance of luxury. Had the situation been less agitating, maybe you'd think that it's a fitting piece of garment for a woman of her sort.

It's hard to say whether it's the shock or resilience but you manage to keep yourself whole. The last thing you're going to do is cause a scene.

"Brought your shirt." You disturb the akward silence. Jax's expression is unreadable but Ima appears rather amused - there's a sly grin on her face. Her quiet snickering makes tears pool in your eyes. "Thought you might want it back."

Wanting to evacuate as fast as you can, you lay the t-shirt on the dresser by the door and turn around to leave the room. Juice hesitantly whispers your name as you brush past him but you can only muster a quiet apology.

Jax, suddenly realising the consequences of yesterday's impulsiveness, hastily puts on a pair of pants. He keeps yelling your name, begging you to stop and let him talk to you properly but you don't give in. Running out of the dorm room, he's stopped by Juice, who grabs his arm.

"I think you've done enough, man," Ortiz states in an angered tone.

For a moment, the two of them stare each other down in silence. The tension feels like a forest fire - one moment of carelessness might lead to a true disaster.

Both men are aware of the other's affections. It is only now that they admit this knowledge.

"You need to back off," Jax whispers. Juice is disillusioned that the Vice President would have no inhibitions in caving his face in.

But lovers oh-so-frequently tend to grow just a little unwise the more they love. Perhaps that has made all the difference on that dreadful morning.

"No," Juice says while shaking his head, "I think I should go after the crying girl who just saw her boyfriend naked in a bed with someone else."

"That's not your concern."

Looking over the blond's shoulder, Juice catches Ima's malicious amusement. She knew exactly what she was doing and not for a moment did she feel bad about it. When he looks at Jax again, his dark eyes carry more contempt than anger. "Apparently, she's not your concern either."

Before the young Teller can continue their argument, Ortiz is running down the hallway. Bobby, Chibs and Tig ask him something but he only gives them a disinterested 'later' and continues his search for you.

Despite the perfect view of the parking lot from the rooftop, you didn't notice Juice approaching you. Only when you heard the rattling of the ladder did a wave of shame flood your mind. You didn't want anyone seeing you like this, especially people of formidable grit. Some part of you dreaded being considered weak. If you were just a little more honest with yourself, maybe you'd realise that what you were truly afraid of, was the outside confirmation of what you'd already believed about yourself - too weak, too emotional to ever fit in this life.

The shame, however, seems to evaporate the moment you see Juice's apologetic expression. He always had a strange air about him, an aura you couldn't quite explain. Something about the man makes you think that you could tell him the most asinine or embarrassing thing and he would never think less of you.

With a hesitant, quiet 'hey', Juice sits down next to you. Despite his own desires, he leaves a gap between the two of you. His eyes keep switching between looking at his fiddling hands or the side of your face as though he's unsure what's the correct course of action.

"I'm stupid, aren't I?" you finally speak up. Turning your head to look at Juice, you notice a sudden change in his expression - for some reason, he looks like he's about to burst into tears, too. "Believing that he would settle for me?"

There's so much he wants to say. An entire monologue is prickling at his tongue. You'd be the one settling for him, not the other way around. Never. But Juice manages to keep those thoughts to himself for now as they are not what you need to hear at this moment. Maybe, just maybe, one day he'll get to show you that whoever you decide to marry, no matter how noble or rich, you will be the one settling for them.

"There's only one stupid person in this situation and it's not you," he says in a serious yet gentle tone. "Okay, maybe three stupid people."

Despite his resolve, Juice is only a man and he, too, must break at some point. His hand fearfully reaches for your cheek. When you don't pull away, he hesitantly wipes away a tear rolling down your face.

"Three?" you ask in a quiet voice.

"Jax is one, for obvious reasons." With the back of his hand, Juice wipes away the other side of your face. "Ima is two. And the third... is me."

Confused, you furrow your eyebrows. "You? You're not stupid, Juice. Why would you say that?"

"I'm the king of stupid, actually." He lets out an airy, bitter chuckle. Suddenly feeling small, he retracts his arm. "I just tried to cover for my dick friend, so the girl I'm in love with doesn't get her heart broken. Extra stupid points for running after her like a lost puppy that just wants to make her happy."

"That sounds more lovely than stupid," you manage to whisper before another wave of emotions wreaks havoc. Tears stream down your face again but this time it's not only the bad feelings - there's something nice among them, too. A sense of relief and belonging; an overwhelming realisation that you're loved as a person and not only as a woman.

He doesn't complain or lecture you. Neither does he attempt empty words of comfort and encouragement. Juice doesn't know what he should say, so he settles for silence. However, his quietness speaks volumes. With a soft expression on his face, he keeps wiping your tears away.

"What do I do now, Juice?"

"Whatever you want," he answers with a strange lightness to his voice. It appears that his response is not something carefully woven but rather a cliché.

You sniffle loudly and although there's nothing attractive about that, it's candid. In Juice's eyes, it only makes you more beautiful. "Right now, I don't know if that list is very short or ridiculously long."

A corner of his mouth rises in a nostalgic smile. He seems to be recalling a memory.

"Remember that one time when you couldn't sleep and found me working at the clubhouse?" Juice asks. You only nod, unsure why he would suddenly remind you of that. "Remember what you told me when I talked about all the things I still needed to get done?"

"It's only three things," you repeat under your breath. Truthfully, you have almost forgotten entirely about that conversation. Juice had been going on about all the complicated steps that had to be done before calling it a day but, in the end, it was only three things. Granted, three time-consuming, challenging things but only three nonetheless. You never thought your comment meant so much to him.

"Exactly," he says as though he had just given you the perfect recipe for anything and everything. "I'm suggesting, you do two things now. First of all, get over the guy that couldn't appreciate you."

"Sounds smart but I'm not sure I know how to do that," you admit with a nervous chuckle. Jax Teller has been a tornado to your soul: came suddenly, wreaked havoc and simply moved on. There is no one to clean the mess, no one to put the pieces back together except those that survived. And you're still at the stage of debating whether you have, actually, survived Jax Teller.

"I guess the first step is not going back to him."

As simple as it sounds, the solution might just be one of the hardest things you've ever done. Nothing good comes easy, as they say. If it's true, you're going to reach for something truly incredible with this resolution.

"And the second thing I should do?" you ask. Deep inside, you're paying he's about to suggest something silly or relaxing.

Suddenly, Juice turns shy. This biker guy with tattoos and a loaded gun is fiddling with his hands and stubbornly avoiding your gaze. Despite his appearance, you think he's adorable.

"Well, uh..." He clears his throat in a vain attempt to get rid of his shakey tone. "If you want, no pressure of course but if you find it in yourself, then maybe you could at least think about grabbing dinner with me?" Whatever your expression looks like, it must make him even more nervous as Juice immediately begins downplaying his question. "Like I said, no pressure. I know it's bad timing all things considered, so it's cool if you don't want to, it's okay-"

"I'd love to," you interrupt him.

For a moment, he silently stares at you like a deer caught in headlights. "Cool. That's, um... nice."

You see him ever so slightly cringe at his awkward response but you don't think him weird. No, the nervousness makes you all the more convinced you want to go out with him - the anxiety proves that he cares more than he's brave enough to admit.

"Can we add a third thing?" you ask hesitantly.

Juice smiles at you as if today is the best day of his life; the kind of smile that slowly mends broken hearts. "What's on your mind?"

"Say, just hypothetically, how annoying would it be if Ima's car had slashed tires?"

He nods slowly, a shadow of mischief dancing across his handsome features. "Really annoying."

"And if she had to pay for new ones and there'd be a bullshit charge on the receipt like premium air or something?"

The man laughs. How can a sound leave you breathless?

"She would have a really fucking shitty day," he answers.

"Just hypothetically, I'd be satisfied."

"I think I know a guy. Just hypothetically."

Silence falls between you again. It's not tense. No, it's quite the opposite - the silence of two people who can just be. Now that happiness or at least a lack of sadness has entered your face, Juice is staring at you with an expression you can't describe beyond soft. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was not looking at you but at a rare, priceless treasure he has spent his whole life searching for. But you do know better; you know that, perhaps, people can be priceless, too.

A dark thought suddenly clouds your mind: Jax used to look at you the same way. Not always, not for long but he did. And yet, as he has proven, it meant nothing for him.

You push those thoughts away with all the almost-depleted strength you have left. It's no use crying and ruminating about the past when you have your future sitting right next to you. A bright, terribly good-looking future, one might even say.

"Can you just hold me?" you ask him quietly. The heartbreak of Jax's choice and the elation of Juice's confession have left you tired and vulnerable beyond all imagination. Such opposite emotions are ripping you open in conflicting directions. It's like dying and being reborn all at the same time.

"As long as you need, baby."

Juice wastes no time happily fulfilling your request. He brings your legs over and across his own, nudging you even closer towards him. Gently, he pulls your head to rest in the crook of his neck. As strange as it may sound, the man feels like a fortress protecting you from past and future heartbreaks.

[tinyshyteacup]

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❤️‍🔥 🥰 🖤

S M U T F L U F F A N G S T

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Please read and heed the warnings. Some content will become 18+ warnings posted on each individual chapter of story, suggestive content marked on individual chapters.

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• Sons of Anarchy •

Chibs 'Filip' Telford

• Scotch & Screams •

S T O R Y M A S T E R L I S T

🖤 🥰

Clinging desperately to the back of a speeding Ducati, your screams should have been lost in the chaos of Charming.

Chibs Telford can't explain the pull he feels toward you and he finds himself breaking his own rules to discover who you are and why fate seems determined to intertwine your paths.

As the complicated world of SAMCRO threatens to engulf you, one question remains will you run from or straight toward the Scottish biker ?

Whiskey & Wee Things

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6 🥰

Part 7

Juan Carlos 'Juice' Ortiz

A Charming Detour

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7 🥰

Part 8 🥰

Part 9 🖤

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12 🖤

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20 🖤🥰

Part 21

Part 22 🥰

Part 23

Part 24 🥰❤️‍🔥

Part 25

Part 26 🥰❤️‍🔥 18+

Part 27

Part 28 🖤 *Tw: canon level racism*

Part 29

Part 30 🖤

Part 31 🖤

Part 32 🖤

Part 33 🥰

Happy Lowman

Sugar, Spice & a Little Bit of Vice

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7 🖤

Part 8 🥰

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• Mayans MC •

Johnny 'Coco' Cruz

Spare Parts

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 🖤

Part 5

Part 6 🖤

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10 🖤 *TW: S work & implied SA threats*

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13 🖤 *TW: panic attack*

Part 14 🖤

Part 15

Part 16 🖤 *TW: SA (offpage, not described)*

Angel Reyes

Novel Attraction

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

SAMCRO vs Sunscreen

Love in Lockdown ❤️‍🔥 18+

No, no needles 🖤

I fuckin' dare you ❤️‍🔥 18+

Gun Cleaning ❤️‍🔥 18+

Thinkin' 🖤

Clear Passages

Fight Good 🖤

The Biggest Crush 🥰

I'm fine Scotsman 🥰

Who Ye Are, Love 🥰

Need you girl ❤️‍🔥 18+

Husband, President

Bakery Girl's - Happy Bars RECIPE

• Tinyshyteacups, Mayday Madness •

Masterlist ||

[etclouie]

Hello! swinging by with another request for your sleepover event with Juice of course lol. From the yeah just like that smut prompt list could i have prompt 2 "Arch your back for me." Please and thanks!

˚୨୧⋆｡ — title; for him (juice ortiz x fem!reader)

˚୨୧⋆｡ — prompt/s; “arch your back for me” — from "𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩…" 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨 

˚୨୧⋆｡ — warnings; smut, minors do not interact!!!, p in v, unprotected sex + creampie, allusions to another round but that’s it (273 words)

˚୨୧⋆｡ — a/n; i’ve got just over 20ish reqs left, mb😣

— thank you for celebrating with me || submissions are now closed!!

Juice had you on the bed below him, his hips rolling steadily against yours as moans fell freely from your lips. 

his hands gripped your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts. his cock hitting that one spot, but it wasn’t enough and Juice knew it.

“arch your back for me”

he instructed, his hands helping you arch your back. the angle helping his cock hit that one spot just right, moans toppling from your lips as you hurtled towards your climax. 

your cunt fluttered around him, a shaky groan falling from his lips. 

“that’s it, cum for me”

his voice was hoarse, the epleasure audible as he spoke. 

you nodded into the pillows, his hands still pulling you back to meet his thrusts. he gave a couple more thrusts before he sent you careening over the edge with a cry of his name, your cunt spasming around him as your climax hit. 

his climax was triggered by yours, spilling himself inside with another groan. 

Juice stayed buried inside you, his body blanketing yours as he lay against you. his head on your shoulder as he whispered out to you. 

“mhm hi”

you shook your head at him, though you couldn’t hide the smile that tugged at yours lips. 

“hi Juice”

his smile matched yours,  you watched him amused. watching as he pressed kisses to your shoulder before he lifted from your back, slowly he pulled out of you and helped you turn onto your back. 

he settled against you again, his head in the crook of your neck as he whispered to you. 

“give me five and we can go again”

reblogs are highly appreciated !

[ravennaortiz]

hello! could i please request a yandere/dark!Juice with younger!fem!reader and the quote “I claimed you with this tattoo.”? i was thinking maybe reader is Jax’s younger, innocent sister and Juice drugs her and gets Happy to give the reader Juice’s giant crow on her backside (like a ‘tramp stamp’, how Tara’s was). and maybe she wakes up, sees it in the mirror and Juice is so happy, he’s ready to tell everyone that you’re officially his. he also definitely would want to start making babies with you asap. please feel free to change anything or let me know if it’s too dark! thank you SOOO much! ❤️

Summary: Juice and readers developing relationship. While they are both very much truly in love with one another Juice is manipulative. Readers age is not mentioned but she is over 18.

Warnings: As always 18+. Toxic Relationship/power dynamics, coercing, drugging. Dead Dove Do Not Eat. Please proceed with care.

You Love Me. Right?

“You wanted to see me?” you called peeking your head in the doorway of the clubs meeting area. Noting Chibs and your brother sitting at the table.

“Yeah, come in and take a seat” stated Jax as he motioned for you to join them. Once you were seated Jax spoke.

“I just wanted to check in about you and Juice. I’ve noticed a lot of flirting, you two seem to be getting closer than friends now.  While I’m not trying to tell you what to do, cause you are over eighteen. I just want to make sure you understand what you’re getting into here. You don’t have a whole lot of dating experience and shit” he stated as he eyed you closely, noting the redness in your cheeks as you looked away from him. “Last night the little stunt with the prospect seemed to stem from you wanting to make Juice jealous. Am I wrong?”

“No” you replied quietly. Your mind replayed the night before. You had shot your shot with Juice and he had while nicely still turned you down talking about the age difference and your lack of experience. You were devastated because you thought the two of you were on the same page. You had fled the clubhouse in embarrassment and spent a good amount of time crying in the office at the garage. Once you had calmed down you had returned and drunk yourself into a happier state as you danced with the new prospect before letting him kiss you and maneuver you to the dorm hallway after seeing Juice with a crow eater on his lap. You had figured two could play at this game. The events after got a little blurry but Juices growled words of shes mine as he loomed over the prospect as Jax and Chibs pulled him back were engraved on your soul.

Jax rubbed his face as he looked at Chibs. The latter who just shrugged his shoulders. The two of them had already talked with Juice earlier. Jax had wanted to kick his ass for even thinking of laying claim to his baby sister but Chibs had been a voice of reason. You were both adults and both consenting. While Jax could disapprove he couldn’t really stop you from dating each other. Juice had been honest in his feelings for you to them. He was willingly to commit and not step out. He was madly in love with you and had even asked if he could offer you his crow which had taken Jax for surprise. He had been hesitant but had agreed as long as you were fully on board. Which is why he wanted to talk with you first.

“So you like him then?” inquired Jax. Once you had nodded Jax spoke again. “As your older brother I just want to protect you. I never want to see you hurt in anyway. If pursuing a relationship with Juice is something you want then I won’t stop that. I just want you to really think through each step before saying yes. Dating a club member is different than dating some guy you went to school with and such. You understand what I am saying?”

“I do, yeah.” You replied as you looked back up at him smiling. “I really really like him Jax. He is so sweet and always watches out for me. He’s perfect” you gushed as you clamped your hands in your lap.

Three Months Later

You and Juice were cuddling on his bed after sex. Your head buried in his chest as he traced the curve of your spine with his fingers. “So, what do you think about getting my crow now babe?” he murmured as he kissed the top of your head, fingers tracing your lower back now. His mind picturing the crow splayed across your skin, staking claim, marking you as his.

“I don’t know. I worry its too soon” you murmured as you nervously bit your lower lip. While you wanted the tattoo, you were still worried about having something so permanent on your skin.

Juice frowned as he continued to stroke your soft flesh. “You want it though. Right?” he inquired as he used his other hand to lift your chin so he could see your face.

“Of course.” You replied with a nod. “I’m just worried about the pain and what happens if we don’t work out?”

“I love you and you love me. Right?” replied Juice softly as he stroked your cheek with his thumb as he smiled as you. Once you nodded he spoke again. “Then we are going to work out. It’s you and me babe. Forever” replied Juice as he leaned down to kiss you.

Juice whistled as he played around with his laptop. He had finally got enough recordings to put together a phone call from you to Happy letting him know you wanted the crow tattoo that Juice had sent him when you two first got together. He had wanted to talk to you first to make sure you understood the commitment and stuff since you were be sedated. Checking the cameras he saw you were still in the tub relaxing. He felt his pants start to tent as his eyes roamed your body before he shook himself from the distraction.  Clicking another button had a ringing in his headphones as he listened in on the call between Happy and the voice recordings. A few minutes later he was shutting his laptop after confirming the appointment for tomorrow. You would be marked and claimed in more than one way he thought as a alarm went off on his phone. He smiled as he glanced at it before clearing it away.

“Peak Ovulation”

Next Day

“Yuck” you stated as you spat out your drink making Juice frown.

“Not good?” he inquired casually.

“I’m not sure. It’s like salty almost and grainy” you replied as you held your glass out for him to take a sip.

“Oh yeah. That’s off let me go make you another” he replied before disappearing into the kitchen. “Here you go love” he stated as he handed you a new drink. “Better” he asked as he watched you take a drink. Once you nodded he grinned before collapsing back on the couch and starting the movie. You smiled as he pulled you into him, your head resting on his shoulder.

You felt groggy and like your back was on fire. A weird buzzing filled your ears as well as the murmur of voices. You must have fallen asleep on the couch you thought as you struggled to open your eyes. Blinking rapidly as you tried to open them you were confused as you saw yourself. Well your reflection in a large floor length mirror. Blinking more you saw Juice and Happy. Frowning you tried to speak but couldn’t get anything out. As your eyes focused more you recognized Happys tattoo shop and your stomach flipped as you saw in another mirror your shirt was off as he worked on a tattoo on your lower back.

“What’s happening” you croaked out as you started crying startling both men. Happy frowned and immediately pulled the tattoo gun away from you as you started moving. Shooting Juice a look of suspicion.

“She’s just in pain, sedatives are wearing off cause your taking too long” offered Juice as he moved to the front of you cupping your face gently. “Shh its okay baby girl. You’re getting my crow like you wanted. Remember we talked about it last night and you called Happy and set this up?” he inquired smoothly as he caressed your cheeks gently, brushing away the tears.

“I…i…. forgot” you murmured as you struggled to recall this. Juice wouldn’t lie to you.

“It’s okay. I love you and you love me. Right? That’s why I claimed you with this tattoo” Juice continued as you nodded. “So you are going to be a good girl for me right and let Hap finish?”

“Yes, I’m good Happy. Thank you” you replied as Juice kissed your forehead before nodding to Happy to finish up.

That night you were laying naked on Juices bed as he gently dried you off from your shower. “Want a back rub” he asked as he grabbed your lotion form the nightstand and poured some on your back making you shiver.

“Please” you groaned as he started to gently knead your flesh. An hour later you were a moaning mess, fisting the sheets as he pumped his fingers in and out of your soaking core. Taking you to the edge but never letting you go over. Your mind was heavy and fuzzy with lust, body tight with the need for release.

“Want something pretty girl” chuckled Juice as he held your hips as you tried pushing them back to find his fingers again.

“You. Juice please” you whined as you turned to look at him over your shoulder panting with need.

“Now” questioned Juice as he pulled his sweats down letting his cock bob in the air before resting on your ass as he leaned over you kissing the middle of your back.

“Now” you demanded as you moved under him making him groan as his cock rubbed between your cheeks, spreading his precum across your skin. His fingers were on the drawer of your nightstand when he grinned at your next sentence.

“Fuck me Juice. Now I can’t take this anymore” you demanded as you raised your hips up under him.

“As you wish babygirl” he murmured as he leaned back and notched his leaking tip at your dripping core. With a quick snap of his hips you were both moaning as your soft walls fluttered and milked him. Gripping your hips roughly he pounded you into the mattress as you moaned his name. Heart pounding as your orgasm washed over you quickly. Your vision tunneling as you saw stars and electricity coursed through you. Fists clenching the sheets tightly as you tried to get away from the over whelming amount of pleasure going through you Juice thrusted into you a few more times before turning sloppy as he started pouring hot ropes of cum into you.

Something felt different. Wrong. You had never felt this after sex with Juice before. Your heart was pounding for more than one reason now. Your hands clenching the bed sheet even tighter as tears prickled at your lash line. No you thought as you felt the weight on top of you shift. "Juice" you stated quietly.

"Baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to" soothed Juice as he pulled from you some more. His eyes locked on the space where your bodies met. Grinning as his cock twitched again pouring more of his release inside of you. He was already picturing you with a swollen belly and tits. How beautiful you would look as you carried all of his babies. He would keep you filled he though before the sounds of you crying pulled him from his thoughts.

“Why did you cum in me. I’m not ready for a baby” you sobbed as you struggled to get out from under him.

Juice felt his heart aching at your words. He had hurt you and he hadn’t meant for that to happen. “Baby I’m sorry, we got carried away. I just wanted to give you want you wanted. I was going to but you said now. My brain short circuited. I know it’s a lame ass excuse. You have to trust me it was an accident” he soothed as he pulled you into his arms, tuning you over and holding you tight so you couldn’t get away. He rocked you as you cried until you had calmed down some.

He was right. You had told him now and its not like you hadn’t wanted to have sex. These things happened you thought to yourself as you let him soothe you. Tears falling on your forehead caught you off guard making you look up into his face full of sorrow and remorse as his own tears fell.

“Please forgive me” he begged as he held you tighter.

“Its okay” you replied as you kissed him.

“Thank you.” He replied as he pulled from your lips. “Besides what happens happens. Because I love you and you love me. Right?”

“Right” you replied as you smiled.

A year later

“Another one? Damn I just got used to being an uncle” laughed Jax as you and Juice sat on his couch as he unwrapped the announcement gift you had brought him. You both laughed as you looked at each other.

“What can I say he love me and I love him” you stated.

[drakoneve]

Destined Meetings

request: Hey, do you think you could write something where the reader is related to tig somehow, and they're in charming for work or college and they start a relationship with juice? Cute and a little angsty at first?

pairing: Juice Ortiz x Trager!Reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: club crimes, reader's mom isn't the best + suggested childhood trauma, alcohol and drug (maryj) use

a/n: there will be another part for sure, but i might make this a bit of a mini-series, lmk what you think. happy reading!

Tig hardly ever talked about it, but he'd been married once. He would rather die than ever admit he loved anyone but Dawn and Fawn, but he loved her. And you, his sweet, sweet Y/n.

His heart clenched at the thought of you. You were only two years old at the time of the accident. The day your mother decided she had had enough of Tig and the life he came with and that she needed to run.

It was that day, when your mother pulled out of Charming and never looked back. She only made it two towns over before she took a reckless turn right off an overpass into oncoming traffic.

Tig could remember the look on Unser's face as he approached the older man in the TM parking lot like yesterday, and how he wished he could go back and convince your mom not to go. Or to leave you, at least.

Unser had just began working with the club back then, and this case in particular had always stuck with him. A woman trying to escape her outlaw husband with their baby daughter who ends up getting into a horrific accident that ends up killing them both? One of the saddest stories Unser had ever heard.

Except for the fact none of it was true.

Because there you stood, alive and well, right in front of the Chief's desk.

"I know it sounds crazy," you shake your head, hopeful look on your face. "I wouldn't believe it either, actually. And I don't really have any proof other than my memories, but I'm sure it's him."

The aging polaroid in you had provided him of a much younger Tig and a woman he recognizes to be your mother back when she was pregnant with you.

"No, no," he waves your worries away. "I believe you. In fact, I remember your mother, vaguely, and you look a lot like her."

You grimace. "Yeah, I've been told a few times. So do you know where I can find Alexander?"

Chief Unser pulls a pen from his shirt pocket and begins writing on a slip of paper on his desk. "This is the address of the Teller-Morrow, the automotive shop your dad works at. I would take you there myself, but I'm swamped here."

"Oh, it's no issue," you shrug and take the slip of paper. "I can get there myself. Thank you for everything, though."

You turn and begin to leave when Unser calls for you to stop.

"I forgot to mention, your dad goes by 'Tig.'"

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Juice stretched out his arms and popped his neck while he wiped his hands with a rag. Two weeks of waiting for one part was finally over, and he could get this damn Taurus out of the shop. He tossed the rag into his toolbox when a sleek black car comes rumbling into the lot.

He leaves the garage to get a closer look and notices the car is actually a classic, a well taken care of (or well restored) '69 Chevy. While he admires the car he notices you, too.

Your hair is partly clipped back, with enough loose enough to frame your face in a casual look. You're pretty, and admittedly he'd be more distracted by you but Juice can tell by the look on your face you're nervous. Juice would know, it's a look he's had to learn to hide.

By sight and sound nothing seemed to be wrong with your car, and Juice can't help but wonder why you're here.

You shut the engine off and exit your vehicle, all the while silently composing yourself. Heart thudding in your chest, you wonder if you're doing the right thing.

Juice takes the moment you shut the door to approach further.

"Hello," he greets politely, friendly smile on his face. "I'm Juice, and I'll be taking care of you today. What seems to be the problem?"

"Oh, no," you shake your head and laugh nervously. "Nothing's wrong with her. I'm actually-"

You pause, close your eyes for a second and bite the inside of your bottom lip. Juice can't help but watch you fondly, finding you oddly adorable.

Finally you open your eyes and flash a bright, genuine smile.

Damn, I'm made, he thinks.

"This is gonna sound completely insane," you explain, nervously clasping your hands together. "But, um, I'm looking for Alexa- well, no, Tig, Tig Trager."

Juice raises his brows. "Tig? Uh, I don't know if now's the best time."

It's true, he's currently in Oakland with Jax and Chibs on quick business.

"Look, I know it's inconvenient and you don't know me," you plead. You're closer now and Juice can smell your sweet perfume and practically feel your hopefulness. "But until a couple months ago I had no idea my dad was even alive. And then I found out I was here for weeks before realizing he's here, too."

Your dad? There has to be a story there. Juice raises his hands to either side of your arms, holding you still in hopes to assure you.

"It's okay," he says sternly, but in an endearing way. "Tig's not here right now but he should be soon, so let's head on inside and you can tell me a little bit about you. Just to be sure, no offense."

You smile, relieved to be believed to some extent rather than none. "Thank you, Juice. Thank you."

Juice leads you into the Teller-Morrow through the garage entrance into the larger building. From what you could see on the outside you wouldn't have imagined such a spacious clubhouse inside.

Inside were several pool tables, a couch with mini pieces about, a bar with stools, and other tables each with their own set of chairs. Decorations littered the walls and floors and you laughed to yourself as you noted a nearly full ashtray on almost every surface and a wall completely dedicated to mugshots.

Juice leads you to the bar where he gestures for you to sit as he makes his way around. You slip onto a stool and watch patiently as Juice finds two glasses and turns to you.

"What's your preference?"

You shrug, "Whatever, I'm not partial. On the rocks, though."

He serves you and pours his own drink before setting the bottle down and leaning on the bar on his elbows in front of you.

"So tell me about you," Juice presses softly. He can tell by your fingers circling the rim of your glass that you're not excited for this conversation but he has no choice. "You said you've been here for a few weeks, where'd you live before?"

"Nevada, mostly," you tell him before sipping on your drink. "My mother moved us around a couple times and we lived in Colorado for a while before eventually settling in Sparks."

"Why'd you guys move around?"

You drain the rest of your drink quickly in hopes it'll support you through this conversation. Juice begins to refill your glass without being asked.

"I didn't know it then, but my mom was running from the Sons," you confess.

Juice's eyes widen slightly as he looked you over. What could you know about the club? They were notorious around Charming sure, but with their recent run ins with the ATF has the club struggling and making choices they wouldn't normally make.

You continue, "It wasn't until I graduated high school and I left that she told me my dad was actually alive. Then she told me about the Sons of Anarchy, and everything else I did on my own."

Juice nods, unsure of what to say. He nurses his drink for a moment before reaching for your hand.

"This life is complicated, but we're a family here."

The gesture, simple as it is, riles up all the pent up feelings you've mastered all your life comes rushing forward as tears brim your eyes.

"Family," you repeat and pull your hand from Juice to wipe your tears. "What a weird concept?"

The two of you talk well into the evening and you end up migrating to the couch with a bottle and a large bowl of buttery popcorn. Juice made good company. He's genuine, gunny, and from the way he talks you can tell the Sons are something special to him.

He tells you about himself in turn for the vulnerable information you've given him. You learn he was born and raised in New York before coming to Charming, and he has a little sister behind in the city. Juice tells you he works in the TM garage alongside what he does for the club.

"I'm not stupid," you tell him once you notice his hesitance. "It's not hard to find information on the club from the locals around here."

He chuckles softly, "Yeah, I'm sure. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

Before you can the rumbling of bikes coming into the TM parking lot distracts you. Instinctively you grabbed Juice's hand, but let go just as fast as you'd grabbed him. Luckily before he can say anything the door bursts open and income more Sons.

The first is a younger blond man with piercing blue eyes and you notice the President patch on his left. He greets Juice happily before his eyes look to you, and he looks confused but seemingly brushes it off and goes to the bar.

Your dad walks in near arm in arm with another handsome man with scarred cheeks, obviously older than he is in the polaroid you own, but otherwise he seems the same. Its as if he can feel your gaze as he turns to meet his blue eyes to your own.

You stand, trying to ignore the thumping of your heart in your chest. "Hi, Tig," you greet, silently cursing the waver in your voice. Immediately the polaroid is out of your back pocket and in your hand. "My name's Y/n, and my mom's Y/m/n."

He takes the polaroid from you without a word and holds it carefully in his hands. His friend has stepped away towards Juice, likely for questioning.

"I saw Unser earlier today," you continue on. "He told me that I have a grave here in Charming, so does mom. Funny, considering she always told me you were the dead one."

You take a shaky breath in, trying to keep from bursting into tears. "I just... I wanted you to know I'm not dead, very much alive. I don't, like, expect anything from you I just knew I had to say something."

Tig finally breaks away from the polaroid to meet your eyes again, and it makes you feel a bit better to see his blue eyes are as tear filled as your own.

He raises one hand to cup your cheek, thumb moving to wipe your tears. "Losing you was the worst pain of my life," he admits softly.

His words crumble your resolve, the walls you'd spent your adolescence building to protect yourself fell faster than they were constructed. You practically fall into his arms, and the two of you break down as you hold each other.

As you sob into Tig's chest he merely cradles you the way he wishes he'd been able to all these years. The way he deserved to have been there for you. He holds you tight against him like he's afraid you'll dissipate and it'll be decades before he sees you again.

"We're gonna be okay, baby," he tells you. "We're gonna be okay."

This time, he's not going to be letting you go so easy.

[dallianceangel]

Just A Peek? 🎄🎁

another random drabble for you x

🎅🏼 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🎅🏼

It’s 9PM on Christmas Eve. You walk out of the en-suite to find Juice sulking in your shared bed, clutching a pillow to his chest. He’s pouting, clearly still upset. 

“Juice, stop sulking,” you say, trying not to smile. “We need to be setting off to the clubhouse soon.”

He turns his face to you. “I only wanted a quick peek.”

You chuckle as you sit down beside him. “You’ll ruin the surprise.”

He sighs, hugging the pillow tighter. “But it’s Christmas!” 

“Not for a few hours, it isn’t. You’ll love your gift. I promise you the wait will be worth it.”

Juice shakes his head, your words doing nothing to change his mood. “Yeah, yeah.”

You lean closer, your fingers brushing his chest, flashing him a soft smile. “You know…” you whisper, “I think I may have a solution.”

His eyes meet yours again, his frown fading slightly. “Yeah? And what’s that?”

Without answering, you slide your hand down his chest, the sensation giving him goosebumps. The mood shifts as you grind against him, his eyes darkening with interest. You kiss him, soft at first, then deeper, and before you know it, he’s buried inside of you.

[juancarlos-ortiz]

Safe - Juice Ortiz x Reader (Daughter!Reader x Dad!Happy Lowman)

Request:

A/N: I hope you enjoy anon! I'm sorry this ended up being more Reader x Happy (daughter/father) than Juice x Reader. I'm thinking of doing a part 2 if anyone is interested. Also, lets say that reader is early 20s and Happy was like 15 when she was conceived otherwise I feel like the age gaps would get a little inappropriate.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex (off page), kissing, swearing, mentions of killing and violence

Word Count: 1984 words

You wiped the sweat from your brow as you panted, your chest rising and falling rapidly with each inhale and exhale. Sitting up, you leaned onto one side, resting your weight on your elbow on the bed as you looked down at Juice. He was puffing like you, a satiated smile spreading across his face as he let his eyes roam down the length of your body hungrily. You rolled your eyes and huffed out a laugh, dragging the top sheet up from the end of the bed and draping it over your clammy skin. "No, no, no," Juice tutted, ripping the sheet away from you. "Don't hide from me now." He gently nudged you back down, leaning over you and grazing his teeth against the soft skin of the top of your breast.

You gasped lightly, trembling as his hands began to map the warm skin of your torso. "Juice," mumbled as he kissed your exposed chest, slowly making his way towards your peaked nipple. "Hmmm?" he hummed against your skin, drawing a shuddered breath out of you. "We gotta get up," you pushed him off you gently and he groaned, flopping onto his back dramatically and throwing his arm over his eyes to shield them. "Don't wanna," he pouted. You laughed and leaned over, pressing your mouth against his. "You need to get to TM and I told Jax I would watch Abel today, since Gemma isn't up for it and Tara is working."

Juice groaned again. "Do you think bikers can take sick days?" he asked. You just laughed, standing up and grabbing both of your towels from where they hung on the back of your bedroom door. You threw them at him, staring hungrily at his naked form as he made his way to your ensuite. "Your dad has really been giving me shit lately, it's almost like he knows somethings going on," he said. Your stomach soured, any inkling of arousal now completely extinguished. "I really don’t appreciate you bringing up my father after what we've just been doing," you grated out. Juice only laughed, disappearing into your bathroom and turning the shower on.

You pulled on your dressing gown and made your way to your kitchen, switching the electric kettle on and grabbing two mugs out of the cupboard. The low rumble of a motorcycle engine made you pause, tilting your head to the side as you listened. The noise got closer, and suddenly your pulse began to sprint as the bike audibly slowed down out the front of your house. You rushed to the front door, peaking through the curtained window to the side of it. "Shit," you cursed as you watched Happy Lowman swing himself off his bike, undoing his helmet. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit," you whispered in a panic, running to your bathroom.

You dragged the shower curtain open quickly, making Juice jump. "Jesus Christ, sweetheart, couldn't wait to get in here huh?" he wiggled his eyebrows seductively. "Juice, baby, I need you to be quiet, ok," you said, waving your hand at him to get him to shut up. His brow furrowed in confusion. "It's funny that you mentioned my dad…" you trailed off. Juice's eyebrows shot up his forehead. "What?!" he asked. You held a finger to your lips as you heard your front door open. "Ok, keep quiet and let me get rid of him."

"'Ey kid, you here?" Happy called out. You left the bathroom, shutting the door behind you and making your way out to where your father stood. You ran a hand over your hair and pulled your dressing gown closer to your body as you walked towards him. "Hey dad, not like you to swing by this early," you smiled, trying to act calm while your heart thundered in your chest. Happy looked you up and down, a scowl on his face. Hiding things from your dad was damn near impossible, and when you did you felt extremely guilty for it. But with your situation with Juice, you had no choice. There was no way he would allow it, and you didn’t want Juice to end up as another tattoo on your fathers stomach.

"You don't want me here?" he grunted, flicking the toothpick in his mouth from side to side. You laughed awkwardly, resting your fists on your hips as you shook your head. "What? No! Of course I want you here, I just… wasn't expecting you that's all," you rambled, motioning to the kitchen. "Otherwise I would of made you some breakfast." Happy's eyes drifted to the kitchen, landing on the two mugs you had left out. You swallowed, your smile faltering. "Looks like you were expecting someone," he scowled. You nodded slowly. "Yeah, I mean, I heard your bike coming so… I thought you might want a coffee or something," you smiled. "But you came from your bedroom?" he asked. You huffed out a frustrated laugh. "Geez, what's with the interrogation?"

Happy only tilted his head, crossing his arms as his mouth pulled into a grumpy frown. "I was running to turn the shower off," you explained. Happy shook his head. You could feel your lies unravelling at the seams, your stomach beginning to feel queasy. "Shower's still on," he prodded. You swallowed thickly, nodding. "I know, I'll go turn it off now," you turned on your heel and began to walk away. "Why is Juice's bike out the front?" he asked. You froze immediately, cold washing over you from head to toe. Slowly you turned, meeting your fathers eyes. "Is it?" you asked, your voice a higher octave. "Maybe he knows the neighbours or something," you tried to shrug nonchalantly, scrabbling to hold onto your last efforts to keep your secret.

"Wrong," was all you father said before he brushed past you, heading into your room. You spun after him, grasping his arm in an attempt to stop him from going any further. "Wait, no wait, dad please I can explain," you pleaded as he shrugged out of your grip. He opened your bedroom door and froze when he saw Juice's cut and clothes folded neatly on the armchair in the corner of your room. Happy turned to you, his face now in an angry grimace. "Don't hurt him," you begged, your voice a hoarse whisper. Happy just kept moving, pulling open the bathroom door and ripping the shower curtain to the side. Juice yelped, covering his groin, his eyes bouncing between you and Happy frantically. "Oh, hey Hap," he said awkwardly, a scared smile on his face. "Fancy seeing you here?"

"Get dressed," Happy barked. "And get to the clubhouse. Now. Before I do something to make you both cry." He pulled the curtain shut and spun to face you. "Living room, now," he growled. "I think there's some things you need to tell me." You nodded, your eyes downcast, unable to meet his stare. Happy left the room and you followed miserably, your heart feeling ready to fracture. No doubt this was the end of you and Juice, there was no way in hell Happy would let you keep seeing him, especially after you had lied about it. Despite being a legal adult, you still never wanted to do things to disappoint your father. Even if it meant sacrificing your own happiness. That and you wanted to prevent the amount of dead bodies piling up in the San Joaquin area.

You slowly sat down on the couch, the backs of your eyes stinging and a lump forming in your throat. You tried to squash the sensations, knowing Happy wouldn’t have any sympathy for tears at this moment. You heard your bedroom door open as Juice stepped out, now fulling clothed, doing his cut up. He stopped when he saw you sitting on the couch, your hands folded in your lap timidly, your eyes brimming silver with unshed tears. He glanced between you and Happy, and for a second you were sure he was going to make his way to you , perhaps comfort you. But instead he turned, and made his way to the front door. It wasn't until the door had closed and you heard his bike start up and pull away that Happy spoke.

"You keepin' shit from me now?" he asked. You shrugged, picking at one of your nails. "You would never have allowed it," you sniffed, blinking the tears away. "Allowed what?" Happy prompted. You looked up at him, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth. You motioned your head towards the front door that Juice had left through. "Juice and I…" you leant back into the cushions of the couch. "And what are you?" Happy asked. Your brows pulled together. "What?" you questioned. "You and Juice," Happy grated. "What are you?" You scoffed and shook your head. "You really want me to explain?" you choked out. Happy shook his head. "You his Old Lady, or what?" he pressed.

Your mouth pressed into a line, and you shook your head. "No, it's not like that it's just… casual," you said. Happy's face turned bitter. "What, so you would be ok with it if I was his Old Lady?" you asked, confused and a little hopeful. It was your fathers turn to shrug. "Just don’t want you being treated like some croweater," he admitted. You sat up straighter, shaking your head. "He doesn’t treat me like that dad," you said, holding a hand up when Happy tried to cut you off. "Seriously, he's so sweet. The sweetest. And kind and generous, and thoughtful. He's funny and understanding and-" "Alright alright, I get it," Happy cut you off. "I feel safe with him," you admitted. "There's not many people I can say that about."

Happy knew you were right. Since you were young it had been you and him. Your mom had split and even though he had his mom and aunt to help out when you were younger, you two had basically been joined at the hip. He had been there for every bumped head, scraped knee, fractured bone and broken heart since you had entered this world. He was your safe place to land, and to hear you admit that someone else made you feel that way too - although in an obviously different way - had him feeling conflicted. On the one hand, he didn’t want to share you. Wanted to hide you from the world and not let anyone ever know about you. But on the other hand, you weren't his little girl anymore. At least not physically. You were all grown up, and to know that someone other than him made you feel safe, well… who was he to stand in your way.

Slowly he nodded his head. "Gonna take me a while to be really ok with it," he said. "But I ain't gonna stop you from doing what you want. Or being with who you want. Especially if he makes you happy." You stood abruptly from the couch, a slow smile spreading across your face. "Wait, what?" you sputtered. "If he makes you happy then I don’t see why I should stop… whatever it is you’re doing," he gestured vaguely. You grinned and raced over to your father, wrapping your arms around his middle tightly. He gripped you back, resting his cheek on the top of your head. "But if he hurts you, then he's gotta die. Like a lot," he vowed. You rolled your eyes and pulled away. "Yeah, yeah, drama queen," you pushed Happy away. "Gonna go talk to him," Happy said, moving towards the front door. "Wait, wait, what? No, what?" you blabbed, following him. "Gotta make sure he knows what'll happen if he fucks this up," he explained. "You're not gonna hurt him are you?" you asked. Happy smiled dryly. "Don't worry. I'll leave his pretty face alone."

[brunettemarionette]

happy birthday!!!🫶🏻 i hope i'm not too late for the wishes!!🥰 i really recently found your blog and i must say i really like the way you write🥰

if it's okay can i ask one of the Birthday requests with Juice Ortiz from SOA, comfort/fluff and the words "reunion", "hug" and "to miss"? thank you in any case!🫶🏻

Thank you for the request and birthday wishes, honestly even though my birthday is in september I just leave these open most of the time.

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The garage at Teller-Morrow was quieter than usual, and the hum of engines was replaced by the soft patter of rain against the roof. You stood just inside the doorway, shaking off your umbrella, your heart racing with a mix of nerves and excitement.

It had been months since you'd last seen Juice—too many late-night phone calls and texts keeping you tethered through the distance. You'd missed him more than words could capture, his goofy smile and warm presence a constant ache in your chest.

The sound of boots scuffing concrete pulled you from your thoughts. There he was—Juice, his leather kutte damp from the drizzle, his dark eyes widening as they landed on you.

For a second, neither of you moved the weight of the reunion sinking in. Then he broke into that familiar grin that lit up his whole face and crossed the space in a few quick strides.

"God, I didn't know you were coming today," he said, voice thick with emotion as he pulled you into a hug. His arms wrapped around you tight, like he was afraid you'd vanish again if he let go.

You melted into him, the scent of leather and motor oil grounding you in the best way.

"I wanted to surprise you," you murmured against his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart. "I missed you too much to wait any longer."

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his hands resting on your shoulders. "You have no idea how much I've missed you. This place—it's not the same without you here." His thumb brushed your cheek, and you couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah, well, I am easy to miss. ," you teased, earning a soft laugh from him. The rain kept falling outside, but in that moment, wrapped up in Juice's warmth, the world felt right again.

His lips curled into a small smile before he kissed you, slow and deep, like he was making up for every second you'd been apart — the kiss was full of everything he couldn't say with words.

But you were home now, and that was all that mattered.

[beamergirll11]

Save That Shit

Juice Ortiz X Y/N

Do I make you scared? Baby, won't you take me back?

You knew how Juice was when you started dating him. Regardless you truly loved him and planned to stay with him for the rest of your life. However his drug use specially with Oxycotin was out of control. It was to the point you gave him an ultimatum, The drugs or you.

He had chosen you, but within a month, you discovered OxyContin hidden among his belongings. Fueled by anger, you headed straight to Teller-Morrow Auto Repair. There Juice was oblivious to what was about to happen.

Before he could even greet you with a kiss you cut him off telling him it was over. He had been grinning ear to ear, but as soon as those words left your mouth, his smile faded completely.

“Wait…what? Why? What did I do?” He asked his voice shaking. His hands twitched at his sides as if he wanted to reach out and grab you but held back.

Instead of answering, you threw the OxyContin at him, the pills scattering across the ground. By now, the others had caught wind of what was happening and gathered around, watching and listening in silence.

Juice stood there his gaze shifting between the pills on the ground and the group that had gathered. “It’s…it’s not like that…I can explain.” His voice trembled.

“I want the truth now.” You demanded.

He hesitated as guilt spread across his face, “I didn’t want you to find out like this…I tried to stop I really did…I just needed something to take the edge off.”

“I gave you an ultimatum… the pills or me,” you cried out, your voice breaking. “You could have smoked weed, I wouldn’t have cared! Anything but the pills!”

Juice’s eyes softened with desperation as he stepped forward, “Please baby…don’t leave me…I can fix this.”

“You had your chance…your last chance. I’m moving out…” You said your voice laced with pain.

Juice’s face fell, and for a moment, he seemed paralyzed, the reality of your words sinking in. “Please,” he whispered, his voice breaking, “don’t go. I’ll change, I swear. Just… give me another chance.” His hands trembled as he reached for you, desperate to hold on.

You stepped back, pulling away from his outstretched hands, refusing to let him touch you. With those final words, you turned and walked to your car, tears streaming down your face as you drove off, leaving him behind. Behind you, you could hear him break down, but you couldn’t bring yourself to go back.

-

Days went by and you wouldn’t answer his calls. Finally you built up the courage to go back and gather the rest of your things. You chose a day you knew or thought at least he wouldn’t be home.

When you went inside you found the home you and Juice built together in complete disarray. This was alarming to you because he always had a knack for keeping things organized. You went to the kitchen opening the fridge seeing it almost empty, Was he even eating?

You heard the front door open, and in stepped Juice, his expression a mix of hope and fear. Without saying a word, you turned away, refusing to meet his gaze, and made your way straight to the bedroom you once shared, gathering your things in silence.

“Hey baby…” Juice said from behind you his voice shaky and hesitant. His gaze lingered on you hoping that you would just look at him.

“Baby please just look at me.” He pleaded as he stepped closer his hands now raised as if he was going to grab you but didn’t.

You took a deep breath as you turned to face him. When you saw him, you saw someone different. He was run down, He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. You had never seen him like that, You had thought you had seen him at his lowest but you were wrong.

“You look really bad…” you muttered sadly as you looked him up and down.

He flinched at your words as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I know…I’m a mess without you baby.” He admitted.

“You scare me,” you said quietly, your voice heavy with sadness. The unspoken weight of his drug use and the fear of losing him hung between you, suffocating the space like a dark cloud.

“I never meant to…baby please come back.” As Juice said this his jaw tightened and he looked away. His hands clenched into fists at his sides.

Deep down, you missed him missed everything about him and no matter how hard you fought to show you’d had enough, a part of you still longed to have him back.

You broke, “I miss you…” you said sadly.

Juice’s head snapped up at your words. He frowned, tears slipping down his face, His eyes heavy with exhaustion. Juice dropped to his knees, his hands trembling as he gently took yours, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that reflected his desperation. “I miss you too…baby please just come back.”

You froze, your heart and mind at war. The fight inside you finally gave way, and with a slow, reluctant nod, tears began to fall, the weight of it all too much to bear. You loved and wanted him still despite the toxicity.

Juice’s eyes widened as he saw your tears, his grip on your hands tightening. He stood slowly, pulling you into his arms with a mixture of relief and desperation. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “I’ll make it right. I swear I will.”

You wrapped your arms around him, nodding into his chest. Despite the fear that quietly crept in, it felt right. You loved him deeply, with every fiber of your being and in that moment, it was all that mattered.

[cregansgf]

Runaway {J.O}

Warnings: none just fluff!

this is super short !

“You’re not doing this alone.” Y/n stated pulling Juice in for a hug. “I’m with you, I’m coming with you.”

“Y/n..if they find out, if they find us they’ll—“

“I don’t care!” She blurted cutting him off “You’re all I have and I’m not losing you. I’m coming with you, we can runaway together.”

“Okay.” He nodded “Come on.”

〰️

That day they left Charming and never looked back. It’s been 3 years and the Club still hadn’t found them. At this point Y/n hoped they forgot about Juice and would just let him be as long as he never went anywhere near charming again.

“Mommy!”

“Hi, baby!” Y/n smiled picking up her son who practically ran into her arms.

“I missed you!” He smiled wrapping his little arms around her neck. As they were hugging Juice came into the room, a smile forming on his face when he saw the scene in front of him.

Y/n looked up seeing him before flashing him a smile. “Hi, handsome.”

[mysticalmallard]

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It had been a few days before Halloween, and Juice's girlfriend was excited. She loved the festivities and the decorations that came with the holiday. She had planned to visit a local pumpkin patch that day and spend hours finding the perfect pumpkin to carve.

As she strolled through the patch with Juice, admiring the various shapes and sizes of gourds, she couldn't help but notice a small orange cat skulking around the perimeter.

"Look at that cat," she exclaimed, pointing to the small animal. "It's so cute!"

The cat noticed her looking at it, and cautiously padded over to them.

"I think it likes you." Juice chuckled, watching as the cat rubbed up against his girlfriend's leg, leaving a trail of orange fur on her jeans.

"Can we take it home with us?" she pleaded, scooping the cat up into her arms. The cat's head flopped onto her shoulder, purring loudly.

Juice shook his head, knowing his girlfriend's affinity for stray animals. "We can't keep it. It has a collar babe, someone owns it" he said firmly.

"But look how cute it is!" she protested, holding the cat up to his face so he could more clearly see its wide, green eyes.

Juice couldn't deny that the cat was adorable, and he smiled as it gently pawed at his nose.

"I know it's cute," he said with a sigh, "but we can't keep someone else's pet. It's gotta go back where it came from."

His girlfriend pouted, but knew that he was right. She hugged the cat one last time before reluctantly setting it down onto the ground.

The cat meowed up at them pitifully before trotting off to the nearest bushes.

Juice took his girlfriend's hand in his, "Come on. Let's find a couple of good carving pumpkins for tonight."

She nodded, still looking forlorn as they continued through the patch. They found a few promising pumpkins, and Juice gave them a good thump to test their firmness.

"You think this one is good?" he asked, holding up a plump, purple pumpkin for her inspection.

"Oh my god, it's perfect!" she exclaimed, taking the pumpkin from him and rubbing her hand over its smooth surface. "It'll look great once we carve it."

"Yeah, it will," he agreed, smiling as her excitement returned.

They paid for their pumpkins and carried them back to their car. As they got in, they noticed the cat from earlier sitting on the hood, staring at them through the windshield.

His girlfriend turned to Juice her eyes shining and a smallpout on her lips.

"Nope babe come on...we aren't stealing the cat"

"Damnit," he muttered under his breath as he saw the look on her face. He knew that look all too well - once she set her mind on something, there was no changing it.

"Babe, we seriously can't take somebody else's cat. We don't even know if it has its shots," he rationalized.

"But it likes us!" she protested, her pout growing stronger. "It was sitting on the hood, looking directly at us. That has to mean something right?"

"Yeah, it means its hungry," he said dryly. But even as he protested, he couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth.

[tinyshyteacup]

Tw: none, Juice is adorable (1st time writing for Juice)

A Charming Detour - Part 1

The heat is relentless. Dust clings to your skin, your rental car a lifeless heap on the side of the highway.

You'd flipped it off before shrugging  your purse on and heading up the highway on foot.

You’d never been so relieved to see a sign for a mechanic’s shop, and as you see 'Teller-Morrow' come into view, you feel the eyes in the garage shift to you.

Grease-stained hands pause, conversations halt for a beat. You’re out of place here— and then there’s the mechanics themselves- did they find there employee's at a mad max movie convention ?

Some guy with a fauxhawk and tattoos creeping up the sides of his scalp steps out of the garage. His dark eyes widen slightly before he straightens up from where he was hunched over a bike. You can’t help but stare. Those tattoos look like they had to hurt. His whole vibe is kind of intimidating—like he belongs in a place you probably shouldn’t be.

He blinks, processing, and then—

“Oh! Uh—hey! Hi! —do you need help?”

His hands fumble with the rag he’s holding, before shoving it into his back pocket. His whole posture shifts in under two seconds.

“My car,” you say, feeling suddenly self-conscious under his stare. “It broke down on the highway.”

He nods rapidly. “Right, yeah, of course, car trouble, that’s what we do here. I mean, I do lotsa stuff, but also—I—tow. We tow. I can tow. You need a tow?”

You nod, and He instantly turns, "Lemme— just—hey Bobby!” he calls over his shoulder. “I’m gonna go grab the tow truck! Be back—soon! Super soon!”

He practically jogs out of the garage, only to stop halfway, turn back, and give you a lopsided, nervous grin.

“You can—uh, stay here. If you want. I mean, obviously, you can stay, ‘cause you’re already here. But like—uh, one sec!”

And then he’s gone, leaving you standing there, half-confused, half-amused.

The other guys in the garage exchange knowing smirks.

“Real smooth, Juice,” one of them mutters.

Who the fuck has a name like Juice ? You mutter internally, wondering what the story behind the name is.

By the time 'Juice' pulls up in the tow truck, he’s given himself a pep talk.

Be cool. Be charming. Be suave.

You climb in, and he immediately starts talking.

“So, uh, you’re not from around here, huh?”

You shake your head. “I just moved to the States.”

“Whoa, Like, uh, British? No, wait, Australian? Oh! New Zealand?”

“New Zealand,” you confirm with a small smile.

Juice’s grin is huge. “I knew it. Accent gave it away. Well, that and—actually, no, it was just the accent. I don’t—uh—wow, long flight, huh?”

You nod, and he nods, and then there’s silence—until he realizes he should probably be driving.

“Oh! Right, uh—tow. Towing. Gotta—” He clears his throat, finally shifting the truck into gear.

You relax a little. Something about how nervous he seems to be makes you feel less out of place. He’s not scary at all—just awkward. Sweet, even.

“You, uh, pick Charming on purpose? ‘Cause, uh, not a lot of people just end up here.”

“I was passing through,” you say. “My car kinda picked it for me.” You chuckle

Juice lets out a short laugh. “Yeah, rentals suck. I’ll check it out when we get back. Probably nothing serious.”

He’s so wrong.

Back at Teller-Morrow, Juice gets under the hood, inspecting your rental with a frown. He pokes at things, mutters under his breath, and then lets out a long sigh.

“So, uh,” he straightens up, rubbing the back of his neck. “Good news is—it didn’t catch fire?”

You blink. “That’s the good news?”

Juice winces. “Yeah, uh—bad news is—this thing’s done. Like, put-it-outta-its-misery done.”

You stare at him, processing. “But—I need to get to—”

Juice panics. He can see the worry on your face, and before he even thinks, he blurts out:

“I could drive you!”

Both of you freeze. His eyes go huge, like he can’t believe he actually said that out loud.

“I mean—or I could, you know, help you find a new rental. Or, uh, something. I just—uh—”

He shuts his mouth, takes a deep breath, then awkwardly digs into his pocket. Pulling out his phone, scrolling for a bit and then hastily shoving it in your direction.

"In case, you need, you know—help. Or, anything. Like—mechanic stuff. Or, you know, directions. Or, like—if you get lost. Or—"

He stops himself, forcing his brain to slow down.

"Yeah. Just, uh, you know. Call if you want—for car stuff."

You blink up at him.

"Thanks," you say, genuinely touched. "That’s really nice of you."

Juice swallows hard. "Yeah. Cool. No problem. I—uh—yeah."

He gives you a jerky nod and then spins and walks away.

You watch him go, shaking your head with a small laugh. For someone who looked intimidating at first, he’s surprisingly—endearing.

Maybe landing in Charming won’t be so bad after all.

The second your out of sight, he groans, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes.

“What the hell was that?” he mutters under his breath.

Bobby walks past, clapping a heavy hand on his shoulder. “Smooth, Romeo.”

Juice glares. “Shut up.”

But even though he’s sure he made a total fool of himself, he also knows one thing.

He really, really hopes you call.

[etclouie]

day two — late night walks

ᯓ ꨄ︎ — summary; on a late night walk with your best friend when things shift between you both (Juice Ortiz x fem!reader)

ᯓ ꨄ︎ — warnings; friends to lovers (kinda), they both confess feelings, mutual pinning, juice kinda being scared to admit his feelings, that’s it i think

ᯓ ꨄ︎ — word count; 598

ᯓ ꨄ︎ — a/n; i want juice so bad

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you and Juice were walking side by side, having managed to pull him away from the clubhouse to spend time with him again. 

both of you sharing jokes and laughs as you walked, bumping into the other every odd step. 

the air was cool yet there was an odd warmth to it, that only seemed to follow you and Juice. the feeling of it was like a hug that pulled you closer and closer to him, your body curling into his side. 

everything about tonight was so familiar but so new at the same time, and you didn’t want it to end. 

“i wish we could do this for the rest of our lives”

you told, feeling him come to a stop before turning you to face him. his eyes searching yours as his feelings bounced around inside him, his mind running faster than it had all night. 

because the one thing Juice hadn’t told you, was that deep down he wanted the rest of his life with you. 

but with the way you were looking at him, eyes soft and loving—he knew now was the right time. 

“then let’s do it”

he told, giving a half smile as your expression was replaced by that of confusion. 

when you didn’t say anything, he sighed. the feeling of ruining your friendship running through him now instead the previous feelings of telling you the truth, to have kept it hidden deep down. 

a deep anxiety churned in his stomach, worry settling in as you finally replied. 

“you want to be in a dark street laughing for the rest of our lives?”

something akin to a sigh of relief left him, worry easing ever so slightly as he pinched at the bridge of his nose. 

his eyes closing briefly, thinking of his thoughts before meeting your eyes again. he gave you a half smile as he murmured out.  

“if that’s what you want, i just—i wish you’d stay in my life forever”

he stammered over his words, unable to get them out properly as his thoughts ran a million miles a minute. 

your eyes continued to search his, as he  mumbled out again. 

“i want the rest of my life with you”

the way he said it you could hear the worry creeping back in, his eyes flicking away from you as he gulped. 

a pit of dread settling in his belly, hearing him sigh again as the thoughts of truly ruining your friendship filled him. 

you waited a minute, blinking at him in disbelief. his admission making a warmth spread through your body before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. 

his arms cautiously wrapped around you, the hug unlike any of the other hugs you’d shared before. 

“want to know a secret?”

you whispered, pulling your head back to meet his eyes. waiting until he nodded slowly to whisper out to him, soothing one of your hands across his back. 

“i want the rest of my life with you too”

he flashed you a look of disbelief, unable to believe that you felt the same way. he shook his head, ready to retort when you pressed your lips to his. 

kissing him softly and feeling him melt into you, cradling his jaw in both of your hands and soothing your thumbs across his cheeks. 

“i love you Juice”

that made him melt further into you, stealing another kiss before he lay his head on your shoulder. 

his arms wrapped tighter around you than before as he whispered back. 

“God, i love you too”

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[ravennaortiz]

Yes....but I have a request

Summary: Bringing a snack into the bedroom after seeing a post about using fruit rolls during a certain activity. As always 18+!

“Well? What do you think?” you ask as you pace your room nervously. Phone pressed to your ear as you wait for Juices response.

“Yes….but I have a request babe” replied Juice as his hand darted out to grab a box of fruit rollups before abandoning the cart of groceries. “Tattoo ones” he adds before disconnecting the call and running to the nearest check out.

You laugh as you toss your phone onto the nightstand. Of course he would want to use the tattoo fruit roll ups you thought as you flopped down onto the bed to wait for him. You had seen a thing on tiktok about the fruit roll up blow job trend and wanted to see what it was about. You were thankful that Juice was always down to experiment.

About ten minutes later you heard the roar of a motorcycle pullup followed by the slam of the front door. “I’m ready for my blow job and tattoo appointment” bellowed Juice as he made his way to the bedroom making you laugh.

“Windows are open” you called as he appeared in the doorway grinning.

“Neighbors already know my name cause of you” he replied as he shrugged his shoulders and started stripping. “Though they might think its  oh god, or harder” he added with a smirk. Dodging the pillow you tossed at him.

“You are too much. I should have went for someone less talkative like Happy” you quipped with a grin.

“Ouch” exclaimed Juice as he clutched his chest as he made his way to the bed. Grabbing your legs and pulling you to the edge. “Going to make you regret that statement after this. You won’t be able to walk for a month when I’m done” he murmured as he moved on top of you before kissing you deeply. His cock hardening against your inner thigh.

“Yeah, yeah” you replied panting as you pulled from him. “Roll over” you added pushing against his chest. Grabbing the box of fruit snacks you laughed. “Unicorns?”

“You love unicorns. I love blow jobs and fruit snacks. Seemed like a win” laughed Juice as he leaned back on his elbows watching you.

“Where you want the tattoo at?” you asked as you unwrapped the fruit roll up.

“The tip to start. Please and thank you” replied Juice as he watched you press your tongue to the fruit roll up, transferring the ink onto it. Before gently grabbing his cock and pressing your extended tongue to the tip. Saliva dripping down to your hand as you stroked his length.

“Fuck” groaned Juice at the sensation.

“It’s adorable” you stated with a giggle as you pulled back from him as you continued to stroke him. Juice snorted as he looked at the unicorn on the tip of his cock. Quickly you wet some more of the fruit snack and draped it over his whole length and pressed firmly before pulling it off.

“Unicock” quipped Juice as he looked at all the unicorns now tattooed onto his length. “Jesus Christ” he moaned as you wrapped his balls with the fruit snack before sucking them each into your mouth as your hand went back to stroking him. Within a couple minutes you were deep throating him and pressing his thighs firmly down as he bucked wildly underneath you. Hands gripping the sheets tightly as he panted and carried on.

Without warning you pulled from him as his release started. Ropes of hot cum poured down your hand and onto your face as you continued to stroke him. Once he was done you moved your mouth back to his tip making him jerk as you licked and nipped at his sensitive head before beginning to bob  up and down again. “Fuck fuck, god” carried on Juice as he grabbed you by the hair pulling you from his cock.

“My turn” he stated roughly before moving you onto your back as his mouth found one of your pebbled nipples and his fingers slid into your slick heat.

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[winstonandtellerandortiz]

Would anyone be interested in reading a fanfiction that I want to write? It will be a Sons of Anarchy story. If so, please like or reblog. :) 18+ years old only, please!

[dallianceangel]

Wingman 😜

another random fic for you x

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“You know, he’s right over there.”

Juice grins, nudging you. You shoot him a glare, but can’t resist stealing a glance at Chibs. He’s chatting with Tig, a bottle of beer in hand, looking so damn fine.

“You should just go talk to him,” Juice insists, smirking. “He’s not gonna bite, unless you ask nicely.”

“Shut up,” you mutter, blushing.

Juice laughs, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “Seriously, just tell him you like him.”

“Nah,” you reply, shaking your head before sipping your beer.

Juice rolls his eyes and squeezes your shoulder. “Fine.”

Just when you think he’s dropped the subject, he knocks back the rest of his drink, places the empty bottle down onto the bar, and walks straight over to Chibs. He whispers something into his ear, and it isn’t long before Chibs is making his way over towards you, wearing a shit-eating grin.

“Shall we go someplace else, lass?”

You take a deep breath. “Sure. Where?”

His smile widens. “My dorm.”