#juice ortiz x fem!reader

[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.

[brunettemarionette]

Gemma sighs as she talks over the phone. "…no, she doesn't have any open appointments for the next few months. I have Tig, Juice, or Opie free?… okay well, I'll book you in with her if anything opens up. Bye." She sighs putting the phone down walking outside.

The guys were all standing watching you bent over the hood of a car, looking into the window, with your overalls on, arms tied around your waist, and a cropped vest. "Does anyone work around here?"

They all scurried away in case you turned and notice them staring.

The matriarch of the club sighs before giving you a once over and staring at your ass until she notices Clay staring at her with a smirk. "Stop staring at the kid's ass while she's working," he says teasingly.

Gemma just smirked, whispering in her husband's ear as he rubbed a hand over his chest, "I will when you do, baby."

[lanadelray-gurl]

Just starting re watching sons of anarchy prepare….

[pileofboneswrites]

TAILSPIN_oneshot.sonsofanarchy

SUMMARY — after receiving an unintelligible call from jax, your rush back to charming to discover your son, abel, has been kidnapped by camerson hayes, and worst yet, he also killed your younger brother that you practically raised.

PAIRING — exhusband!jax teller x fem!halfsack'ssister!reader | juice ortiz x reader

WORD COUNT — 3.8k

WARNINGS — established relationship(s), kidnapping, murder, death, past child neglect (about reader and her brother), divorce, premature birth, pregnancy complications, agent stahl, swearing, fighting, angst, loss of loved ones, suicidal thoughts, contemplation of suicide, cheating, allusion to smut but no description, no use of y/n (she's actually only outwardsly referenced 2 times and is referred to as miss epps or epps).

AUTHORS NOTES — just to clear somethings up; jax married reader instead of wendy, and instead of drugs being the reason abel was born early it was just due to pregnancy complications.

MASTERLIST

your heart was slamming rapidly into your ribcage, panic rolling off your skin in waves. you push the pedal to the floor, the idea of a speeding ticket not even remotely close to crossing your mind. this was your fault, it was. leaving charming, even for a few hours always felt like it had consequences. something bad always seemed to happen the moment you crossed the county line. your tires squeal as you peel into the teller-morrow parking lot, slamming your car in park as you jump out, only barely remembering to take off your seatbelt as you go. clay, piney, and opie are standing by the entrance to the clubhouse, sad expressions creasing their features.

"what happened?!" you ask, your voice loud, panicked and harsh.

the surprise on their faces from your tone has silence ringing in your ears. you'd known them for years, opie, jax and you being quite the troublesome trio through most of your youth. they'd never heard you raise your voice before, let alone the venom behind your words.

"someone answer me!" you shout, your entire body vibrates from the panic working its way down to your stomach.

you're going to puke if someone doesn't tell you what the hell is going on, and soon. you'd received a rather frantic voicemail from jax last night and hadn't been able to reach him since, which is what made you turn your car around and head for the clubhouse. his voice was shakey, and you couldn't hear a damn thing that made sense. but you know jax, and jax doesn't panic. he's dealt with and seen it all through the years, he's not easy to shake. so hearing your husband–well soon-to-be ex-husband–in that state had your mind reeling.

"kiddo, you need to take a deep breath." clay starts, attempting to sling an arm around your shoulders.

you shrug him off, "no! you need to tell me what the hell is going on, and why jax called me in a panic, and where the hell he is!"

it comes out as one rushed sentence, barely comprehensible but opie steps towards you. he rests a large hand on your shoulder, a distraught look on his face.

"we need you to take a breath, seriously, epps. i'll tell exactly what's happening, but you've barely taken a breath since walking over here, and you look like you're going to passout."

you nod, sucking in some extremely needed air. you take a second to just regulate yourself, and in that time, opie steers you over to one of the picnic tables. you sit down, back to the table and once you've calmed a little, you cross your arms and look up at him expectantly.

"alright, now, tell me."

he glances back at clay, and at his dad, before looking back to you. they turn and walk into the clubhouse, giving you two some privacy.

"cameron hayes killed your brother because he thinks gemma killed edmund,"

"w-what?" you ask, bottom lip wobbling, your head is spinning

your baby brother is... dead? eddie is dead? cameron hayes killed your brother? you shake your head, wiping your eyes on the sleeve of your flannel. you'd practically raised eddie. your mom was a drunk, and your dad had left long before you could form any memories of him. so, from ten on, you were big sister, mommy and daddy all rolled into one. you taught him manners, how to use the toilet, how to cook, how to flirt with girls, and so many more things. you'd been there for every step of his life, cheering loud enough to drown out the naysayers.

when he left for the military you were terrified that you'd get that call every parent dreds. sure, you weren't really his mom, you couldn't be with the five year age gap, but in all the areas that mattered, you were. eddie was your first kid in a twisted sense, and knowing that he'd made it all the way home from iraq, only to die at the hands of someone affiliated with the club that he loved so much shattered your heart.

"n-no, that's not possible, i-i just sp-spoke to eddie, we-we just spoke this morning. h-he said he and-and-and-and," you're spiraling, mind and heart racing faster, and faster before your expression drops, and your mind clears. "abel. he was taking tara back to jax's to get some of abel's things. where is my baby? where's abel, harry? where is my baby?"

you're sobbing uncontrollably, your entire body shaking as you slide off the seat of the picnic table, onto the concrete. opie pulls you into his chest, and you sob into his shirt. it's another first for all of them, watching you breakdown, watching you cry.

"we're going to find abel," opie says into your ear, trying to calm you down, it doesn't help, you just cry harder.

it shouldn't have happened in the first place! the club was on lockdown. losing eddie is hard enough, but losing your son in the same span of minutes is devastating. it takes you twenty minutes, but when you finally pull yourself together again you pat opie's arm, and stand up.

"where is jax?" you ask quietly, taking a deep breath.

"he's at home, we're heading over there now, let juice drive you, you shouldn't be driving right now." opie says, and you nod.

normally you'd fight him, which he's well aware of, but knowing your son is god knows where has you in an anxious tailspin. you don't have the energy to fight with anyone right now. opie walks you over to your car, tucking you into the passenger seat and waiting by the door for the other's to come out of the clubhouse.

"what happened exactly?" your voice is barely a whisper, and opie looks worried.

"are you sure you want the run down right now?" he questions, and you immediately nod, your eyes on the hood of your car.

"please, ope," its the most desperate, pathetic sound to ever cross your lips, but you have to know.

he takes a deep breath, "what tara says happened, is that gemma took off while they were out, so she sent your brother to watch over her, and she went to jax's house. stahl freaked, shot edmund hayes, gemma shot polly, and stahl pinned the blame on her. half– eddie took off to find tara, and cameron must have followed him from their safe house. cameron was going to kill abel, but your brother stepped in, and got stabbed in the process. he tied her up in the nursery, and left with abel."

"the same man who killed my brother, has my son?" you ask, and he nods. "and tara just let him take my son?"

"well, i wouldn't say that—"

"everyone's ready," juice says, stepping up to the driver's side window, pulling the door open.

"hang tight," opie says, patting your knee before closing the door, and walking over to his bike.

"hey baby," juice says softly, "i'm sorry."

you nod, but don't say anything. you pull your seatbelt on, and lean back. you and juice had been together for a couple of months, with jax's blessing of course. he'd been great, amazing even. part of you would always love jax in a way that juice would understand, and he was okay with that. knowing you would be crawling into bed with him every night was good enough to ease any worries he might have had. juice had been rock solid in your life, a shoulder you privately cried on when jax had initially asked for the divorce.

you saw it coming from a mile away, while you'd loved each other greatly, it just wasn't the same kind. you knew that in the beginning, the middle and especially at the end. you also knew that if you didn't agree, or you tried to convince him to stay, that you'd lose him for real. he'd grow to resent you, and you'd grown to hate him for resenting you. you couldn't live in a world where jax wasn't at least a part of your life in some capacity. so that meant an amicable split, and seeing him when you dropped off abel. despite what most people think about your relationship, things haven't changed.

jax is still one of your best friends, and when you're not working, you're usually at his house. your relationship label may have changed, but your relationship hadn't. opie had been the most worried when you'd told him you were getting divorced. his two best friends splitting? nightmare. but when you told him there were no hard feelings, well, he actually didn't believe you at first. it took seeing you both in action to actually understand that you were serious. then, you found out you were pregnant.

it didn't change anything, you were still getting divorced, but jax was actually really excited. he'd told you about all his worries about becoming a father, and you reassured him that he'd be great. in turn he did the same for you. he joined you at every appointment, and played a very active role in your pregnancy. he helped you find an apartment close to his house, and spent a lot of time by your side helping you with nursery set up, moving, and everything in between.

gemma was probably the most heartbroken over your split. she loved you just as much as (and sometimes more than) jax. she helped you a lot over the years, especially when she found out about her grandbaby. gemma made the transition from wife, to ex and baby momma so much easier. she was a cheerleader for you, and always in your corner. you were incredibly lucky to have them, and be in the situation you were in. tara on the other hand... she was the opposite. gemma clocked it the moment you went into labour prematurely.

you'd been stressed over work, being the only manager on an already understaffed team was difficult but so was being pregnant. you'd never planned on getting pregnant, so there were a lot of things at work you decided were to be dealt with later. the moment you found out, you were trying your damnedest to get things ready. the stress got to you, and manifested itself in making your pregnancy high risk, and then landing you in the hospital way earlier than you should have been. it was obvious to you the moment jax came to see you after abel was born that tara thought it was your fault.

later it became clear to you that she just didn't like you, something you didn't notice in your teen years. you'd never really spent any time with her then, but the more time you spent with her after your son's birth, because lets face it anytime you went to visit jax she was there. all smiles, and cooing at your son until jax left the room, and then a scowl and general disinterest in you reared its ugly head. now things were different. she let a terrorist kill your baby brother, and kidnapp your son. karma was about to take her ass for a ride, and you were going to be driving.

"hey," juice says, his warm hand finding yours over the center console, snapping you from your thoughts. "we're here,"

you turn your head, and see clay speaking to tara in the doorway. your vision goes dark. you don't even remember getting out of the car, let alone walking over to tara and grabbing a handful of her hair. you're yelling is incomprehensible, but it's obvious to onlookers that you're sobbing as you beat the shit out of her. you come to again with juice's arms around you, pulling you into the house, and opie pulling tara inside into a different room. your only injury is three claw marks across your cheek, but tara is quite a bit worse for ware.

"what the hell were you thinking?!" jax snaps at you, upon pulling you away from juice, and into abel's nursery.

"i was thinking about how that bitch let some guy take my fucking baby and kill my baby brother!" you scream at him, breaking down all over again. "my baby..."

his expression softens, and he wraps an arm around you, pulling you into a hug. you sob into his shoulder, loud, heartbreaking, borderline violent wails.

"i'm sorry about your brother, i really am, but you can't blame tara."

you pull back, weaseling away from his grip, "can't i?"

"it could have happened to anyone, it could have happened to you."

"i would have died, jackson, and i think you better than anyone knows that. i would have died for abel. for eddie. i would not have let that man get away with everything i love." you say, sobering, violent, hot anger courses through you. "i would have died or killed him. i wouldn't have let him walk out the door."

he just stares at you. his once bright blue eyes dark, like the light behind them died. you know he knows exactly how you feel. that he blames tara to some degree. but you don't really care. you're numb. your heart aching in a way you've never felt before. in a way you'd never wish upon your worst enemy. tara included, despite what she did. the worst part is you don't have the one person you want to talk to about it. eddie died protecting her, and his nephew. what did tara do? she let herself get tied up, let cameron take your baby, let cameron kill your brother. tara lost nothing, and once again, you've lost everything.

"i want to kill her jax," you say finally, after what feels like an eternity of silence, his sad eyes just staring back at you. "that's not rational, not right. but i've just lost the two single most important people in my life, and i want to kill her for it."

"i understand what you're saying, why you're saying it," he says slowly, "but you're right, it's not rational."

"when abel comes home, she's not allowed to be around him by herself. i don't care what that means. i don't feel comfortable with her being alone with our son." you tell him, fingers grasping the cool leather of his kutte to pull him in closer. "i don't want to see, hear or think about her until then, and you bet your ass, i'm coming with you to bring him home, whatever, and wherever that takes us."

jax briefly looks scared of you, but he collects himself just as quickly as you let him go, and brush past him back out the way you came.

"you're lucky you're not dead," you seeth, flipping tara off with both hands as you walk back out to your car.

worried about your well-being and your mental state, jax sends juice home with you when you leave. the drive to your apartment, albeit quick, is silent. how does one comfort someone who lost both their only child, and only brother in a matter of minutes? besides, juice knows you well enough to know that you'll talk when you're ready. if you're ever ready. and right now? you don't know if you'll ever be. the fear of unraveling that far scares you. so for now, you think positively, and you keep moving forward.

it takes four hours, before agent stahl is in your living room, sitting on your couch. juice stands in the kitchen, watching the exchange from the sink, where he's washing your lunch dishes.

"so, mrs teller, where were you yesterday afternoon?" she asks, and you immediately understand why the club hates the woman so much.

"the divorce might not be finalized yet, but it's miss epps, and i was half-way to seattle."

"ah, yes, i forgot about that... why were you heading to seattle?"

"i don't really see how that's going to get my son back, seeing as you know who took him already."

"we need to get a picture together of everyone's movements."

"i got a phone call a few days ago, my mother's in the hospital there. she wanted to see me, so i was going."

"as i understand it, you aren't close with your mother?"

"no. look, agent stahl, this isn't helping. get your ass out there and look for my son. you're the reason my brother died, i'm not interested in you being the reason my son dies too. do your fucking job." you abruptly stand up, and walk into the kitchen.

you want to throw something. you want to scream. you want to be violent and aggressive. you miss your brother. you miss your baby. you want them back. most of all, you want this nightmare to be over.

when jax tells you they're heading to ireland, you pack light, but take abel's favourite stuffed animal, a white bear with a blue hat, mitts, scarf and booties. you carry the bear with you, hugging it tightly when you worry you're about to fall apart. jax's reassuring hand on your knee, and juice's hand in yours keeps your grounded. you lose yourself a little every time you think you're going to see abel, and then are denied at the last moment.

when father ashby finally drops the bomb on you and jax; that he'd been adopted, sold to another family, you break down. father ashby tries to comfort you, but nothing he says changes anything.

"i don't care about your fucking god, i don't. i don't care about your promise to john teller. i want my fucking baby back. your cousin has caused me enough pain; by killing my fucking brother. don't make the mistake of keeping my son from me." you scream, uncaring who hears you. "i'm sure you know the saying desperate people, do desperate things. desperate doesn't even begin to cover what i am, and what i'm willing to do to get abel in my arms, and back home."

you lay in bed all day, the blanket pulled up over your head, your eyes squeezed closed, the bear tucked under your arm. you've felt sick from the moment you'd heard that abel might be gone. whisked away by some—in their defence, probably oblivious, but lovely—couple, about to be taken god knows where. the very notion, that you could go home empty handed hurts, burns, stabs at your heart. you feel like someone's cut you open, and taken a knife to your chest. poking and proding at all the parts you should never poke and prod at.

you've never felt worse in your life; physically, mentally, and emotionally. you're drained, exhausted, and contemplating ending your life. you've never felt so low. you're almost embarrassed as the idea crosses your mind, but the longer you stew, the longer it seems like a really appealing idea. incredibly selfish, but desperation is like that. you weren't sure how jax was downstairs, enjoying the night, the party, the people... how he wasn't suffocating, like you were. everthing is falling apart, collapsing around you, and he's acting like everything's a-ok.

you don't hear the bedroom door open, but you startle when you feel the bed dip behind you. fight mode activates, and you leap from the bed, eyes scanning for a weapon. then you see jax's face in the reflection of the window, your heart rate slows.

"you asshole, make some noise when you move around. i thought i was about to get murdered..." you close your eyes, hands dropping to your sides. "why are you here?"

"i'm so sorry," his voice is barely a whisper, you vaguely make out the trembling of his bottom lip, and the tears streaming down his face. "this never– never should have happened."

your expression softens, and you sink back down on the small bed. you pull jax in, his head resting on your shoulder as you hold him. you'd only ever seen him cry a few times, but that was usually how you could tell he was past his breaking point. jax always perseveres, pushing forward. you're the slightly unstable, completely unhinged one. he's the calm, rational thinker.

"i don't blame you." you tell him, "i don't even blame tara, anymore. i blame stahl. it's her fault all this shit happened. had she not shot edmund, none of this would have happened."

he nods against your shoulder, then lifts his head. the kiss is unexpected, but not unwelcome or unwanted. the sex is fantastic, it always is with jax, but it just further complicates an already complicated situation. it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what happened come morning when juice pops his head into the room to see how you're doing. he's hurt, but he understands to an extent. he loves abel. he loves you and by extension abel is part of you, so what's not to love? under normal circumstances, he knows this would not be an issue, but nothing about what's happening is normal.

he knows you're grieving, he knows as abel's father, jax can relate to your struggles more than anyone. what he doesn't understand, is why, even while in the midst of a divorce, the pair of you would do something like that. how despite this, he shoves his concerns aside, and closes the door, banging heavily on it to wake the pair of you. he doesn't avoid your eye, or not take your hand when you reach for his, or walk out of every room you walk into. he instead, keeps his mouth shut, and supports you. the guilt gnaws at you, and you spend the majority of the day avoiding jax, and he you (and juice).

after your night with jax, you brush your hair, actually get dressed, and spend the afternoon playing cards with juice, opie and happy, and try really hard to feel normal. it works for a few hours, until you find out that your son has been taken, again from his new adopted parents, and that they were brutally murdered in their hotel room. discovering jimmy was behind it surprises no one, but sets you into yet another tailspin. terrified of what could happen to him, terrified that jimmy would kill him if he got too annoying.

luckily, your fears never play out, because father ashby trades himself for abel. when jax walks back through the doors of the apartment you'd all been staying in, with abel in his arms you can't help the happy tears. shaky, holding your breath, hand over your mouth, you stare at your unharmed baby in jax's arms. seeing abel for the first time in what feels like an eternity is like a cold water shock to your system. when jax hands him over to you, letting you finally hold your son after weeks without him.

he smiles up at you, cooing softly, and reaching for your hair. it's like every bad, anxiety moment slips away. it doesn't matter that he was gone, all that matter's is that he's home, in your arms, surrounded by all the people who fought to bring him home, his family.

[holylulusworld]

Rescue you - Flufftober 23

Summary: When your ex comes to town, Jax sees red.

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader

Characters: Clay Morrow, Wayne Unser, Harry "Opie" Winston, Juice Ortiz, Tig Trager

Warnings: angst, mentions of a past abusive relationship, protective Jax, angry Jax, light violence against the reader, implied character’s death, fluff, hurt & comfort, blood

A/N: I didn't name her ex. You can imagine any guy. I imagined Brock Rumlow because he's hot and a bad guy. 😳 I'm a visual writer and need to imagine a face.

Trope: Rescue romance

Idea by: @dawn-petrichor-world

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

The day you met Jax Teller changed your opinion about men.

Until then, you believed every man is like your ex. Angry, loud, and thoughtless.

Jax is different. He’s rough around the edges, strong, wild, and yes, dangerous. But with you, he’s gentle and kind. You never felt safer than in his arms.

In those fleeting moments, you can spend alone, he dreams of another life. A life without violence, and maybe, children running around the house.

Your boyfriend is not a man of many words. He shows you his feelings with soft touches and small gestures.

The tea he brews for you every morning before you must go to work. A soft kiss goodnight. Or the way he hugs you. All these small gestures tell you Jax Teller loves you.

You believe in him, and his love. Jax will never hurt you or leave you for some other girl. He promised to love and protect you for the rest of his life.

Today, you must believe in his love, and hang on. If only you can hang on and wait for Jax to find out what happened to you…

Four hours earlier, …

“Bye, have a great weekend,” you wave at your colleagues from the library. They return the gesture and wish you a great weekend too.

You yawn as you make your way toward your car. Only a few more minutes apart you from meeting up with your boyfriend.

“Look what I finally found.”

You freeze. That voice.

How you wished to never hear his voice again. You lived in a bubble for the better of two years. Your relationship with Jax is going steady, and your past is only a few burned pictures, and torn memories you refuse to talk about.

“No. You can’t be here,” you shake your head as you look at your ex. He smirks darkly at your reaction. Your hands tremble and your eyes sting with tears. “What a pity he didn’t pick you up today, huh? Every Friday night your fine boyfriend has something better today than bringing his girl home.”

“What do you want here? You can’t be here.” You take a step back, and another as your heart hammers in your chest. “Please just leave me alone.”

“I’m here to get my girl back,” he looks over your shoulder, checking if anyone is watching you. “I can’t just let you go, can I?”

“You had fling after fling,” you sneer when he tries to touch your cheek. Slapping his hand away you glare at him. “What do you really want?”

“I can’t have my girl run around with that bastard. Jax Teller, Y/N? Really?” He scoffs when you look around the area for help. “No one is coming for your aid, babe. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.”

“Fuck you!” Your head snaps to the left when his hand slaps your cheek hard. You gasp, and press your hand to your cheek, fighting the tears wanting to break free. If you cry now, he’ll know how scared you are.

He grabs your arm, tugging harshly. “You will come with me and shut your mouth. After I’m done with the chapter of the sons in this shitshow of a town, you can thank me by being very nice to me…”

Now, the clubhouse, …

“Where is she? What can you tell me?” Jax nervously runs his fingers through his hair. “Juice, you need to do your thing…trace her phone or shit.”

“Jax, you need to calm the fuck down,” Clay tries to calm Jax. One of them got kidnapped, an old lady. He’s furious and ready to rip anyone apart. “We will find your old lady.”

“She left the library four hours ago, Clay! Four fucking hours!” Jax kicks a chair out of his way. “If anyone touched one hair on her head, I’ll kill them…I’ll kill them all.”

“We talked to her colleagues and the owner of the shop across the street. Her colleagues didn’t see shit. Y/N left the library wished them a nice weekend and walked toward her car,” Tig grunts.

“Yeah, they didn’t even want to talk to us because you scared the shit out of them,” Opie bites back. “Anyways,” he clears his throat as he looks at Jax. Opie can see the fear in his friend’s eyes, and it breaks his heart a little. “The old geezer across the street said, that there was a guy and a girl. The guy hit the girl, and that was when he called the cops.”

“We checked the cameras from the stores nearby,” Unser tries to get Jax’s attention. “One of them captured the car of the bastard. We got a license plate and a name.”

“We’ve got a name?” Jax grabs Unser by his collar. “What are we waiting for then? You had a name for how long?”

“Twenty minutes, Jax,” the sheriff grunts. “I’m not an idiot, and I like the girl.”

“Who is he? Who dared to raise his hand against my girl?” Jax is out of it. He’s ready to rip the sheriff apart, limp by limp if he doesn’t get answers soon. “Tell me his name, UNSER!”

Unser yells your ex’s name, making Jax gasp. You told him about what happened with the man you dated before him. “We need to find them!”

“Jax, calm down! We are on it! Juice is on it,” Clay tries to calm your boyfriend down again.

“I try to hack her service provider to find out about her last location. Give me more time,” Juice tries his best to remain calm. He’s used to working under pressure. But these are exceptional circumstances. “Just one more minute…“

You try not to think about what will happen if Jax doesn’t find you. Your ex was taunting you over the last hours, telling you how much he will enjoy watching Jax despair when he finds your broken body.

Taking deep breaths, you try to remember all the times Jax told you how much he loves you, or how he asked you to go for a ride with him for the first time.

The silence is deafening, and worse than your ex yelling at you. It takes a toll on you, as it feels like seconds turn into hours.

You hide your face in the palms of your hands, silently crying as you fear that you’ll never see Jax again.

“Where is she?” someone yells loud enough for you to hear. “I’ll kill you!” Gunshots hit the wall, and you scream as one of the bullets breaks through the door and hits the wall next to you.

“Y/N! BABY! Where are you!” It’s Jax. Jax found you!

“HERE!” You scream his name. “I’M HERE!”

“BABY!”

The door flings open, revealing a beyond-worried Jax. His face is covered in bruises, and blood covers to his knuckles, but all you can think about is that he's here.

He tugs his gun away as you run toward him to throw yourself into his arms. “I knew you’ll find me…I just knew…” He breathes you in. "I knew it..."

“Did he hurt you? Did he touch you, baby?”

“No…I mean he hit me but…no…I…you’re here,” you cry into his chest. “You’re…here…”

"I told you," he kisses the crown of your hair, "I'll burn the world for you and kill anyone hurting my girl..."

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My Boy (Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader)

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Yardwork (Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader)

Best Friend's Hot Cousin (Sydney Prescott x GN!Reader)

Don't Touch What's Mine (Letty Ortiz x Fem!Reader)

Panic (Mia Reed x GN!Reader)

Overwhelmed (Maddy Perez x Fem!Reader)

Rainy Day (Lexi Howard x Fem!Reader)

It Was You? (Ghostface!Sydney Prescott x Fem!Reader)

Hot Neighbors Hot Sister (Sam Carpenter x Fem!Brackett!Reader)

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WIP Title Tag Game

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Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your wip folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

God Complex Edited

God Complex First Draft

In Which Everything Goes Wonderfully Wrong

The Cliff at the End of the Trail choose your own adventure timeline

The Cliff at the End of the Trail Timeline

The Cliff At The End of The Trail

Timeline-Plot

The Sea is in Her Blood

Timeline

The Strawberry Killer

Against The Full Moon

Diary of An Immortal

Everything I Know About This Series

It All Started At The End

My Favorite Color Is You

The Prices We Pay Original Draft

The Prices We Pay Edited

The Prices We Pay Totally Rewritten with a Timeline Slightly To The Left

prices we pay but edited again but this time to the right

You Will Never Be A God

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[drabbles-mc]

Staying Over

Juice Ortiz x F!Reader

Request from Anon: Juice x fem reader, where they're having a cute fluffy moment where Juice nips at her neck and discovers that she likes being bitten? Because... I kinda had a brainstorm about how Juice would go from flustered, to humoured, to turned on and then almost animalistic... I would request it as a way of forming a relationship, but not sure how that would work

Warnings: language, mentions of alcohol, steamy things

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: I didn’t end up doing full-on smut but we get nice and steamy at the end with our boy. Love him and I just love writing him in the whole “friends to lovers” scenario because I feel like it suits him

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It was another night spent sprawled out on Juice’s couch with him. You didn’t really remember when the tradition started, but usually once a week the two of you would order a bunch of food and camp out on his couch all night playing video games and watching movies. It was difficult to remember a time before that now that it was such a part of your guys’ routine.

He’d given up going to the clubhouse to spend time with you, which was saying something since it was Saturday and you usually tried not to ask him to do these things on Saturdays, knowing that those were the wildest nights at the clubhouse. But he knew that you’d had a rough week, and he said he was more than willing to ditch the clubhouse for one Saturday if it meant that it made your shitty week a little better.

You’d hit the liquor store before going over, promising him that just because he had to give up the clubhouse party didn’t mean that the two of you couldn’t still get drunk and talk shit about a little bit of everything. And despite the fact that he had reassured you a few times over that you hadn’t made him miss out on anything, you were still thankful. Because you also knew that if he told the guys why he wasn’t going to be around, they would’ve given him a bit of a hard time for that, too.

“Oh,” you lightly slapped his arm, “he did it again! You gotta take a shot,” you poured a shot for each of you.

Juice laughed, shaking his head as he picked up the shot glass, “How did we never think to do drinking games for movies before?”

“Because I usually don’t show up with a small liquor store in tow,” you smiled before throwing the shot back.

You settled back against his side, trying to focus on the movie but failing and getting distracted as you felt the warmth coming off of him. Your face was heating up, and you knew that it wasn’t only from the alcohol.

He draped his arm around your shoulders and you easily leaned your weight onto him as he tucked you closer to his side. You smiled, humming quietly in approval as you rested your hand on his chest. For a moment you felt his body tense up but that tension quickly subsided—you could feel him looking down at you but you chose not to acknowledge it. You knew that if you said something now, it would be something you’d regret not being able to take back. You always got a little too brave for your own good when you drank.

“I’ll make you take another shot for not paying attention, you know,” you laughed, forcing yourself to keep your eyes trained on the television screen.

He cleared his throat, and you could feel his heart thumping a little faster in his chest, “Right. Sorry.”

By the time the movie came to a close, both of you were full of liquid confidence and trying hard to not let it get the better of you. So many times you had suppressed all the thoughts and feelings you’d ever had for Juice because you were sure that he didn’t feel the same way. But the number of times you caught him staring at you had you second-guessing that. You waited for him to say something first.

“You staying tonight?” he asked as the credits rolled.

“Well,” you laughed, looking up at him, “I certainly can’t drive.”

He smiled down at you, “Right, right.”

You could see it in his eyes that he wanted to say something, and every fiber of your being was willing him to. He was still keeping you pulled tight to him, closer than he usually did. More often than not when you came over the two of you would end up passing out on the couch together, but it was usually on opposite ends of it. It never felt quite so intimate.

“You good?” you asked, a soft, tipsy smile on your face.

He nodded, “Y-yea. I’m good. Are…are you good?” his eyes searched yours.

“I’m good,” you lightly drummed your fingers on his chest.

“If you want, I can get you a change of clothes to sleep in.”

“Yea?”

He nodded, “Yea,” he lightly tapped the outside of your arm, “Lemme up.”

“Oh,” you draped your arm completely across him, “If you have to get up then, no, I’m good.”

He laughed, but you could see the thoughts flying around his brain, “C’mon…”

“What?”

“Let me up and I’ll get you some clothes.”

With an exaggerated sigh, you peeled yourself off of him. He laughed, shaking his head as he stood up off the couch and made his way back towards his bedroom. For a fleeting moment you contemplated following him but you stopped yourself. It wasn’t too long before he came back out, a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants in hand.

“I don’t think I’ll have anything that’ll actually fit you,” he laughed as he handed the clothes over, “but you’ll at least be comfortable.”

“Good enough for me,” you chuckled as you took them from him, “Thank you.”

You walked back out of the bathroom once you changed into what he’d given you. Even with rolling the sweatpants they still didn’t sit quite right, but he wasn’t wrong when he said that you’d be comfortable regardless. Juice was standing, leaning back against the couch and scrolling on his phone when he heard your footsteps in the hall. He looked up and his eyes went wide for a moment as he took in the sight of you, a smile completely taking over his face.

“What?” you asked as you walked closer to him.

“Nothing,” he shook his head, “You look cozy.”

“I make your clothes look good, Juan,” you laughed as you tucked your hands into your pockets.

He nodded, “Yea,” his voice was softer, a little wistful, and you blamed it on the alcohol, “you do.”

There were a couple beats of silence before you finally spoke up, “Alright. I’ll take the couch,” you fought back a yawn, “Thanks for the pajamas.”

“Yea,” he chuckled, “Any time.”

It was in that moment that the two of you simultaneously realized that you never really had to say goodnight to each other. Either both of you passed out on the couch together, or you took off and went home. But things had never played out quite like this.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” you stepped in to hug him, “Goodnight.”

He hugged you, arms wrapping around you a little tighter than normal, “Goodnight.”

You were about to pull away when you realized that he hadn’t loosened his grip on you at all. You smiled against his shoulder, letting the moment stretch out a little bit longer. His hands slid down to your hips, fingertips lightly toying with the rolled waistband of his sweatpants. You laughed quietly as you pulled back to be able to look him in the eye. Part of you was waiting for him to drop his arms back to his sides, and another part of you knew that he wasn’t going to.

He leaned in, pressing his lips lightly against your cheek to test the waters. Warmth shot through you at the contact and you let your eyes shut for a moment. Regardless of what happened next, everything was going to be different from here on out. You found yourself smiling as you turned and kissed him, the faint taste of liquor still lingering on his lips.

You could feel the surprise in the tension that took over his body for a moment. He recovered from it quickly, though, as he leaned into you, pulling you closer by your hips. You tried, unsuccessfully, to refrain from smiling as you kissed him, your hands finding their way to gently cup both sides of his face. Juice melted into your touch, and you could practically feel his heartbeat pounding in his chest as he pressed it flush against yours.

What started off as a gentle, earnest admission of long bottled-up feelings, quickly escalated into something much more. He turned so that your back was pressed against the couch rather than his, his hands slipping underneath the t-shirt he’d given you. You let yourself get completely wrapped up in the moment as his tongue slid to meet yours. The world may as well have stopped spinning around the two of you as far as you were concerned.

He pulled away, allowing you to catch your breath. You smiled, a quiet laugh slipping past your lips as he left a trail of kisses along your cheek and down onto your neck. You lightly raked your fingers down the back of his head. You felt the vibration against your neck as he let out a quiet hum of approval with his lips still pressed against your skin. It was followed by the feeling of his teeth grazing gently over your skin for a moment before sinking down slightly into your neck. You let out a quiet gasp, pressing your hand a little more firmly to the back of his head to keep the contact, and Juice responded in kind by biting down harder. The moan that came out of you next was involuntary as you closed your eyes and let your head drop back as you soaked up the sensation.

Juice pulled away, and when you opened your eyes to look at him, you were faced with an expression that you hadn’t quite seen on him before. It was a mixture of surprised and excited, like he didn’t want to be too hopeful but he was already too far gone.

“Too much too soon?” you giggled.

“No,” his voice was just above a whisper, like he was trying to figure out if this was all really happening.

You leaned in and kissed him again, pulling your lips off of his just enough so that they were barely touching. You could feel it as he tried to get his breathing under control. You pressed your lips against his again and pulled away, practically daring him to make the next move. He exhaled shakily but the excitement won out and he pulled you close again, kissing you hard on the lips. You let your body lean almost completely onto his as his lips moved hungrily, desperately against yours. He bit down on your bottom lip and you moaned into your kiss. His fingers dug a little harder into your hips at the sound, eating up every moment of it.

He pulled you so that you were pressed flush against him and he turned you so that he was walking you down the hallway towards his bedroom, not taking his lips off of yours the entire time. You let him guide you, trying not to let yourself get too distracted by the feeling of his hands and lips on you.

His lips slid down to your neck again as you both crossed the threshold into his bedroom. You wanted to make a smart remark about it all, but your train of thought got knocked off its tracks as he bit down hard where your neck met your shoulder. You cursed quietly under your breath as he sucked a dark mark into the skin there, teeth grazing over his work before his lips found their way back to yours.

“We shoulda done this a long time ago,” you said with a quiet laugh as you tried to catch your breath.

“Long fucking time ago,” he said with a smirk as he backed you up and pushed you down onto the bed.

[crowfootwrites]

crowfootwrites masterlist

18+ / NSFW / Smut pieces marked with 🔥

Star Trek Works:

New Arrival [Odo (ST:DS9) x Fem!Reader]

Devotion & Diplomacy [Daro (ST:TNG) x OFC] Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX 🔥

Diel [Taurik (ST:TNG) x Fem!Reader]

Warm Welcome [Neelix (ST:VOY) x GN!Reader]

Eaha’le [Senator Kimara Cretak (ST:DS9) x GN!Reader]

What Happens on Risa [Gul Macet (ST:TNG) x Fem!Reader] 🔥

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist [various ST characters] 🔥

Stardew Valley Works:

December Drabbles [All Characters, currently updating]

Mayans MC Works:

The Boyfriend [Taza Romero x Fem!Reader] Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

Bruises [Nestor Oceteva X Fem!Reader] | Part I | Part II

Hair [Nestor Oceteva x Reader] (Drabble)

Hoodie [Coco Cruz x Fem!Reader] (Drabble)

It’s Easy [Nestor Oceteva x Fem!Reader]

June Drabbles [All Characters, unfinished]

Los Guardianes [Nestor Oceteva x Fem!Reader] Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII

Mayans Take Their Kids Trick-or-Treating | Headcanon

Nightmare [Taza Romero x Fem!Reader]

PTA [Creeper Vargas x Reader]

Safety [Nestor Oceteva x Reader]

Show Off [Angel Reyes x Fem!Reader]

Softer [Hank Loza x Reader]

Study Buddy [Coco Cruz x Reader]

Sugar [Miguel Galindo x Fem!Reader] 🔥

Suspension [Gilly Lopez x Fem!Reader]

Together [Bishop Losa x Fem!Reader]

Undone [Nestor Oceteva x Fem!Reader] 🔥

Sons of Anarchy Works:

Ache [Juice Ortiz x Reader]

Assumptions [Chibs Telford x Fem!Reader] 🔥

The Dream [Chibs Telford x Fem!Reader] 🔥

Memories [Bobby Munson x Reader]

Rough Night [Tig Trager x Fem!Reader] 🔥

Law & Order: Special Victims Unit Works

The Bath [Rafael Barba x Reader]

A Night on the Town [Rafael Barba x OC] 🔥

HC: Something small that they enjoy

[readerstories]

Misc masterlist

These are for fandoms that I have very few fics for, or fics for just one character, or no one yet. Fandoms in alphabetical order, then in chronological order. Fandoms I don’t write anymore are marked as such. Smut marked with ***. Updated: 13/10-2024

Baby Driver (2017) (Buddy & Darling only)

Plus one sweetheart - Buddy x Darling x gn!reader

Part 1/3 - (Tumblr) (AO3)

Part 2/3 - (Tumblr) (AO3) ***

Part 3/3 - (Tumblr) (AO3) ***

Charlie’s Angels (2019) (Hodak only)

Silent & Weird - Hodak x male!reader

Part 1/5 (Tumblr) (AO3)

Part 2/5 (Tumblr) (AO3)

Good Omens (Do not write anymore)

Your name was on me - Gabriel x gn!reader - (Tumblr) (AO3)

Overwatch

Old faces, new people - Jesse Mccree x male!reader  

Part 1/? - (Tumblr) (AO3)

Part 2/? - (Tumblr) (AO3)

Part 3/? - (Tumblr) (AO3)

Part 4/? - (Tumblr) (AO3)

Important discussion - Jesse Mccree x gn!reader - (Tumblr) (AO3)

Sons of Anarchy

The newcomer - Juice Ortiz x male!reader 

Part 1/16 - (Tumblr) (AO3)

Part 2/16 - (Tumblr) (AO3)

Part 3/16 - (Tumblr) (AO3)

Part 4/16 - (Tumblr) (AO3)

Part 5/16 - (Tumblr) (AO3)

Part 6/16 - (Tumblr) (AO3)

Part 7/16 - (Tumblr) (AO3)

Part 8/16 - (Tumblr) (AO3)

Part 9/16 - (Tumblr) (AO3)

Teen Wolf (Do not write anymore)

Ears and tail - Derek Hale x fem!reader - (Tumblr) (AO3)

Happy New Year - no pairing - (Tumblr)

The Witcher

Another traveler - Geralt x gn!reader x Jaskier 

Part 1/14 - (Tumblr) (AO3)

X-Men/Wolverine

All that Matters - Old man Logan x male!reader - (Tumblr) (AO3) ***

Take Me and Ride Me - Logan x male!reader - (Tumblr) (AO3) ***

[hiding-in-my-blanket-fort]

Masterlist

Fics list below the cut.

Rating guide:

G = for everyone T = teenage content (may include minor language, mentions of sex) M = 18+ audiences only

Alien Romulus

Tyler Harrison

Fluffy romantic headcanons with Tyler & GN!Reader (SFW) | T

Pucker up (SFW) x GN!Reader | T

Friends to lovers headcanons with Tyler & GN!Reader (SFW) | T

CALL OF DUTY

Captain John Price

Gender neutral reader fluffy headcanons(SFW) | T

Navigating a new relationship GN!Reader (SFW) | T

Angsty hurt/comfort fem!Reader (SFW) | T

submissive John x domme F!Reader (NSFW) | M 18+ only | Part Two

John x anxious Reader (gender neutral) (SFW) | T

touch-starved GN!Reader (SFW) | T

John x skittish, touch starved Reader (SFW) | G

Childfree, pregnancy-free F!Reader (SFW) | G

“Where’s my wife?” x F!Reader (SFW) | G

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Soap is your hype man Fem!Reader (SFW) | T

Submissive Soap x domme F!Reader (NSFW) | M 18+ only

GN!Reader with free-use boyfriend Soap (NSFW) | M 18+ only

Attitude Adjustment x F!Reader (NSFW) | M 18+

Following Orders x domme F!Reader (NSFW) | M 18+ | Ao3

Soap heals your social trauma (SFW) | G

There's only one bed and it's a spooning emergency (SFW) | T

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Making Simon your boy toy (F!Reader) | M 18+ only

Sons of Anarchy

Chibs Telford

Chibs with a virgin fem!Reader and their first time | Rated M 18+ only

Juice Ortiz

Hurt/comfort GN!Reader and Juice | Rated T

Stranger Things

Chrissy/Eddie

Melting into You | Rated T | Ao3

Imagines

Eddie with an asexual GN!reader | Rated T

Hugs from Eddie | Rated G

Eddie loves your cooking | Rated G

FWB with Eddie and Reader who catches feelings | Rated T

Eddie with a Reader who is a shy, anxious smol bean | Rated G

S.W.A.T.

Being in a relationship with Deacon (gender neutral) | Rated G

NSFW headcanons with Deacon | rated M

Top Gun Maverick

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Girl next door!Reader frenemies to lovers | Rated T

fluffy hurt/comfort for GF!Reader with social anxiety | Rated T

Demisexual!Jake Seresin x Reader | Rated M

Submissive!Jake Seresin x fem!Reader | Rated M

Triple Frontier

Frankie Morales

Mutual pining with Frankie Morales and GN!Reader | Rated T

Fluffy stuff with Frankie Morales x asexual!Reader | Rated T

Will Miller

Flirty friends to lovers with Will Miller | Rated T

Being in a relationship with Benny and Will | Rated T

Protective Will Miller with his GF | Rated T

Yellowstone

Rip Wheeler

Rip with a shy, quiet, introverted fem!Reader | Rated T

[ravennaortiz]

Temptation

This is the 8th installment of the Not What It Seems Series

Summary: This takes places months before Silent Leaving. Juice x Readers first hookup during a party at the clubhouse. As always 18+.

Juice was barely able to concentrate on what he was doing over the music and general chaos that happened during a club party. One voice stood out above the rest and he looked up to see you and Opie deep in an argument. "I don't get what she sees in that idiot" muttered Piney who had been sitting with Juice. Juice turned to him with a raised brow. "I'm just saying my son has no idea how to treat a woman. He has been locked up most of their relationship and she just caught him with his hands up that blonde bimbos skirt.

Juice kept his expression neutral before turning back to where you were stalking away to the dorms leaving Opie laughing before going back to the blonde. "I think I'm going to retire. Got a lot to do" stated Juice as he downed the last of his drink and closed his laptop. Piney simply nodded before moving away to sit with Chibs and Tig.

***

You were staring at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom when you saw Juice walk by the cracked door. You splashed water on your face to cool yourself after the argument with Opie. This shit was getting old and for the life of you, you still didn't' get why it was so important to your mom and stepdad that the two of you be together. You and Opie were like water and oil.... and you were getting closer and closer to lighting that ogre motherfucker on fire to be honest.

Stepping out of the bathroom you noted that Juice had left his door opened. He had always had your back and was one of your best friends. Not wanting to go home you made your way down the hall to his room. Pushing the door open you noted him at his desk. "Can I come in for a bit" you asked when he turned at the creak of the door. "Of course" replied Juice when he turned and saw you standing there.

Shutting the door behind you. You kicked your heels off and flopped onto his bed with a heavy sigh. Juice closed his laptop and turned in the chair so he could see you. "You okay?" he asked casually as his eyes roamed over the curve of your ass as you lay face down on the bed. "Think I'm just over doing what I'm told. It's gotta be obvious to everyone that Opie and I are not compatible." you murmured. "Fair" replied Juice as he contemplated his next move.

"I could show you a better time" the words were out of Juices mouth before he could even think through the repercussions. The words hung between you two for a couple minutes before you turned over on your side to look at him. The moment your eyes met his heated brown ones it was like you had been electrocuted. You couldn't deny the chemistry you two had.

"Show me" you pleaded as you sat up pulling your top over your head. Juice didn't need much encouragement before he had his own shirt discarded and was on the bed his lips crashing onto yours. Within a few minutes the two of you were a mess of tangled limbs, sweat and moans that echoed down the dorm hall. "Damn Juice is getting it" slurred Opie as Jax helped him make his way to his own dorm room. Jax simply grunted as they started to pass Juices door. "Dammit" muttered Jax as Opie lurched towards the door slamming it open.

"Fuck that shit up man" boomed Opie as his unfocused eyes looked over the two figures on the bed. "Sorry" called Jax as he yanked Opie back into the hallway and shut the door as quickly as possible.

****

Juice was thankful he had you face down in his pillow as he pounded you from behind when the door flung open. He was so entranced with watching his cock disappear into you and your sweet moans and gasps ring in his ear that he hadn't even faltered in his pace. You were so high on the after effects of multiple earth shattering orgasms that you had hardly registered the intrusion. At this point you were just glassy eyed as your body took every ounce of pleasure Juices skilled hands, mouth and cock put on you.

***

An hour later the two of you were at his actual house after sneaking out of the back door at the clubhouse. Showered and in on of his hoodies you couldn't be more content as he tugged you closer to him in his bed.

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[holylulusworld]

Ride with me again (4) - Past always catches up

Summary: He used to be the bad boy and you the good girl. Jax would never admit he never forget the girl that got away until you come back to town, your own secrets in your luggage.

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader

Characters: Gemma Teller, Clay Morrow, Juice Ortiz, Tig Trager, Chibs Telford

Warnings: past abusive relationship, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of sexual assault (not one of the sons/not description), angst, language, scared reader, protective Jax, protective SoA, hurt & comfort, fluff

Divider by @firefly-graphics

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<<Part 3

“What about breakfast, princess?” Jax tries to make you leave the bed. You refused to leave his house for the better of a week. “Y/N, you need to go out and get some fresh air. You cannot hide here for the rest of your life.”

“Jax if I go out there, people will recognize me. I don’t want you or your family to get hurt because of me. If I stay here, maybe he’ll forget about me,” you hide under the blanket and Jax sighs deeply.

“I know that you are scared,” he sits next to you to carefully lift the blanket. “There she is,” he smirks when you stick your tongue out. “How about I show you what I got for you? You only have to get out of bed, have a shower, and get dressed. We will go for a short ride, and I swear, you will love it.”

“You swear?” glancing at the box Jax placed on the bed you debate whether to believe him or not. Your trust in people got irreparably damaged when your father used you as a pawn in his game. “Pinky promise and all?”

“Pinky promise and all, princess,” he gently runs one hand over your back. “If you feel strong enough. It’s been almost a week since you came here. How do you feel?”

You slowly get out from under the covers to sit next to Jax. He just watches you scoot a little closer to glance at the closed box on the bed.

“Much better than…,” you give Jax a cracked smile as you realize you didn’t feel safe for years. “I think it’s the first time I feel comfortable and safe since I had to leave town.”

“Oh, princess,” Jax reaches out for you to bring your trembling form into his arms. At first, you flinch away, fearing he will hurt you too. “Sorry, I didn’t think.” He looks hurt at your reaction.

“I’m sorry too, Jax,” you move closer again to place your hand on his thigh. “I know you’re not like him but—”

“You are scared and hurt,” you don’t flinch when he wraps one arm around your shoulders to comfort you. “I get that you don’t want a man to touch you or be near you.”

“Not you!” sniffling you look at Jax. “I like having you near me. You know, I feel much better and safe when you are around. My Prince Charming.”

“Princess,” Jax gives you a sad smile.

“So, when do we go for that ride you offered?” you try to break the awkward tension. “Do you’ve got a helmet for me too?”

“We will use my mom’s car,” he dips his head to peck your hair. “You’re still in pain. I can’t ask you to get on a bike so soon. We safe a ride with my bike for another day.”

“Do you…do you really want me to stay here? Not only in Charming but at your house too?” you question. “What if your girlfriend gets mad or something?”

“Aw, do you want to find out if I got a girlfriend?” giggling you hide your face in his shoulder. “I’m not taken, princess. And I usually don’t bring strays to my house.”

“So, I am special, Mr. Teller,” it’s easy to forget about your past when you are next to Jax. He makes you feel like the innocent and lively girl from back then, not the broken woman you are now. “I’m honored, Sir.”

“You always were special to me, Y/N,” Jax presses another kiss to your hair, your temple, and your cheek. “I will leave you to the shower. I’ll be waiting downstairs, with the box.”

“Clay, we’ve got a problem,” Juice places pictures of your father, your father-in-law, and Paul onto the table, swallowing thickly. “That was three days ago. They rented a car and booked a room at a hotel outside of Stockton.”

“What the fuck! They are so close to Charming, and we didn’t even know,” Clay curses. “How’d they get this close without our knowledge. We got to call Jax and the club. Tell everyone we need to prepare for war.”

“I know Y/N is a cute girl and what happened to her was…shit…but do you want us to start a war for some girl Jax didn’t see for years?” Tig throws in. “He can find a better girl just around the corner.”

“If you don’t want to help your family to protect a new member, you can stay out of the club,” Clay’s features darken as he steps toward Tig, “forever. Jax wants that girl. What would you do if it was Gemma or one of the other first ladies?”

“I just wanted to make sure the girl is worth it,” while Juice tries to stay out of the fight, Chibs watches the scene with amusement. “I never said I’ll not help.”

“Okay, just like that,” Jax moves his hand to your waistline to steady your body as you aim the gun at one of the cans he placed onto Gemma’s car. 

“Jax, I can’t shoot on the can. I could hit Gemma’s car,” you whine. Jax spent the whole morning teaching you how to shoot. Now he wants you to hit all the cans on his mother’s car. “What if I hit the car?”

“I’ll tell her it was me,” he smirks when you look over your shoulder to glance at him. “I promise you that you’ll do just fine. Remember what I told you.”

“I’ll control my breathing. Take a deep breath and hold it. I need to calm my body. It’s just,” you secure the gun and lower it, “if he’ll ever find me, there is no way that this will work. Paul is not a can, Jax.”

“Paul is dead, he just doesn’t know it yet, princess. I promise you’ll not have to shoot him. That’s my job,” Jax runs his hands up and down your arms. “Come on, one last try. I only want you to know how to shoot. If I’m not around and anything happens, I want you to shoot the bastard.”

“What a shitshow of a town,” Ethan Zobelle sneers as he walks the streets of Charming. “Did anyone see your daughter in town?” he asks.

“I asked around, showing every shop owner a picture of Y/N,” your father swallows thickly as Zobelle pats the gun he hides under his jacket. “No one saw her. We could ask at the library, drugstore, and the pawnshop too.”

“What about the motel outside of town? Maybe that bitch is hiding there,” Paul scrunches up his nose when an elder man sizes him up. “What? Got a problem gramps.”

“Paul,” Ethan grunts. “We are not here to draw attention toward us. Get your shit together for once. That’s your fault. I told you that no matter what, a wife must be obedient. If only you taught her how to act like a good wife.”

“We should talk to Samcro too,” your father says. “Before we left town Jax Teller was a friend of my daughter. He would always be around her. Money will help, I think. They are nothing but criminals on bikes.”

“Money,” Paul nods. He doesn’t understand that some people give a shit about money. Jax would never rat you out for money. “Buy me some information then…”

“Y/N, Y/L/N you say,” Gemma looks at the picture Paul slammed onto her desk. “A girl like her wouldn’t stay in this sleepy town. She looks like one of those uptown girls with money and more shoes than anyone would ever need.”

“I didn’t ask for your opinion,” Paul grunts. “I wanted to know if you saw her here or not.” He places two hundred bucks onto the picture, sneering, as Gemma looks at the money. “Do you remember her now?”

“Sorry, I didn’t see the girl,” she’s a damn good liar. Gemma shoves the money away. “Do you have a number? If you are so worried about your wife, I will keep an eye open and call you if I see her in town.”

“I’ll be back,” snatching the money and the picture of you from the desk Paul mutters under his breath. “Don’t worry. I’ll find her. She’s my property…”

“Have a good day,” the words feel wrong on her tongue, but Gemma can’t speak her mind today. Usually, she would’ve told Paul to fuck off or used her gun to prove a point. “I hope you find her.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he slams the door shut behind him, making Gemma flinch. “Fucking whore will get the beating of her life. I swear she’ll never run again after I’m done with her.”

“What now? That bastard was in town, asking about my girl,” Jax paces back and forth. He just can’t sit still or calm since Gemma told him about her encounter with your husband. “Clay, we need a plan.”

“I looked into Zobelle’s business,” Clay throws a manila folder onto the meeting table at the clubhouse. “I made a few calls and found some dirt. Looks like his former partner would like to have a slice of Zobelle.”

“What does that mean for us, Clay,” Gemma needs to place one hand on her son’s back to calm him. “Can we kill him or not?”

“We will take Paul down. Even if some people would rather stay at home and nurse a beer,” Chibs jumps in, shrugging as Tig gives him a dirty look. “Her father and Ethan Zobelle are a different story.”

“No one but his father will protect Paul,” Clay speaks up, nodding at Jax. “We only need to find an agreement with her father.”

“No—” Jax growls, slamming his fist onto the meeting table. “That bastard is the root of all evil. He forced Y/N to marry that monster and didn’t help her. He knew Paul hurt Y/N and did nothing. I won’t let him get away with this!”

“There is my kitty-kitty,” Paul smirks as he watches you walk back toward Jax’s house. You spent the day with Donna, and now you say your goodbyes to wait for Jax to come home.

Today was the first day you felt a little more like yourself and less like the woman Paul turned you into. You went on a shopping spree to buy new jeans, boots, and shirts.

“Bye Y/N,” Donna waves at you. She waits for you to enter the house to make sure you get home safely. “I bet Jax will love your food.”

“Thank you…for everything,” you give Donna a shy smile before you unlock the door to walk inside the house. Tonight you want to prepare dinner for you and Jax. He kept you safe and made you feel like yourself again. The least you can do is to cook for him.

“Anytime,” smiling you close the door as Donna walks toward her car. She looks over her shoulder, huffing as something feels off. “Odd. I could swear there was a man on the other side not seconds ago.”

Donna frowns deeply. She’s usually not the kind of woman to get frightened that easily. It’s just a feeling, but when she gets in the car to drive home, she dials Jax’s number, nonetheless.

“Jax, I know this might sound stupid, but you should drive home earlier. I got,” she shakes her head, sighing. “I don’t know how to explain the feeling I got. Just drive home…Even if it’s only to calm my nerves…”

>> Part 5

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[holylulusworld]

Ride with me again (2) - Past mistakes

Summary: He used to be the bad boy and you the good girl. Jax would never admit he never forget the girl that got away until you come back to town, your own secrets in your luggage.

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader

Characters: Tig Trager, Gemma Teller, Clay Morrow, Juice Ortiz

Warnings: angst, protective Jax, implied abuse/abusive relationship, language, hurt reader, hurt & comfort, pining, soft Jax

A/N: Series is not canon compliant.

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

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<<Part (1)

“There you are,” Tig grumbles. “You went off on your own. We had a meeting, Jax.” Tig tugs at his jacket eyes following Jackson as the biker stops his vehicle next to Opie’s bike.

Jax doesn’t even look at Tig. He holds out his hand to help you get off his bike, smirking at Tig’s pissed expression. “I see, you found a new girl.”

“Tig, just drop it. I needed fresh air and met Y/N on my way. Her car broke down. Here,” handing Tig the keys to your car Jax smirks. “We need to tow her car and bring it here. Stop grumbling and help me.”

“Jax,” you softly say, “I can just call a tow service. Can you recommend me one?” he shakes his head, sighing as you pull away any time he tries to touch your cheek.

“I recommend us,” he says, smirking. “You don’t need to call anyone else. We’ve got this,” head-snapping toward Tig, Jackson furrows his brows. “Right, Tig? We won’t let a girl down.”

“Fine,” Tig shrugs, already regretting he stayed around for longer tonight. “Tell me the part of the road and I’m on my way.”

While Jax tells Tig where your car broke down, you look around the place, drinking every detail in. You smile, as it seems like nothing changed since your father forced you to leave town.

“You okay?” you flinch as Jax carefully places one hand onto your shoulder. “Princess, you look like you wait for a monster to jump at you. What happened?”

“Jackson, I’m not your problem, okay. You should not get involved with me or my problems,” glancing at Tig you knit your brows together. “Let’s say I had to leave.”

“How about you wait inside with me. We can have some coffee and you tell me everything I need to know, Y/N. Let’s catch up, shall we?” Jax gives you a disarming smile as he holds out his hand. “I won’t bite. This man is still your Prince Charming.”

“What happened?” Jax doesn’t give up. He brewed you some tea, brought you to his room at the clubhouse, and now, he tries to make you talk to him. “Y/N, you are safe here with me. We were friends so many years ago. I can still be your friend.”

“We were more than friends,” you smile softly. For a moment you feel like the young girl falling in love with the bad guy everyone warned you to not let get close to you. “You were my first kiss.”

“I remember that day,” he gives you a soft smile. “Someone bugged you that day. A girl pushed you against the wall in the hallways.”

“You came along and barked at her, playing the big bad biker,” laughing softly you grasp for his hand to squeeze it tightly. “After the girl ran off, you offered to drive me home.”

“Like the good girl you were, you hesitated. It was hard work to convince you to ride with me,” voice cracking Jax drops his gaze to the drink in his hands. “I drove you home nonetheless.”

“I got home before my dad. You helped me off the bike, took the helmet, and dropped it to cup my face,” Jax leans closer to brush his thumb over your cheek, caressing your bruised face.

“And then I kissed you for the first time,” you nod, forcing a pained smile on your face. “It was the best kiss of my life. Many followed after, but I never forget our first kiss.”

“Now you are lying,” laughing nervously you look at Jax. You admire his features, the roughness of his scruffy chin when you run your hand over his skin and his longer hair. He’s elder now, a grown man, but his eyes are still soft when he looks at you.

“It’s the truth, princess. I never forgot our summer of love,” Jax chuckles as you relax for the first time since he found you again on that road in the dead of the night. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed my old life too, including you,” running your trembling fingers over your bruised face, you feel the tears well-up to your eyes. “Back then I didn’t leave town on free terms. At least not without saying goodbye to you. My father wouldn’t let me.”

“What happened?” Jax presses on. He gently runs his hand over your arm, hoping you will finally tell him what made you come here. “Y/N.”

“He dragged me out of my bed in the middle of the night. I was barely seventeen and he just told me that I must marry the son of one of his business partners. I walked down the aisle one year later,” tears run down your face, and you choke out a sob. “I ran from my husband a week ago. I didn’t know where to go or what to do. All I knew was I must leave before he kills me.”

“What did he do to you, princess? I know he must’ve hit you,” Jax gets up from the chair to run his hand over your hair. “Just tell me everything.”

“Jackson,” you huff, “we are not the kids from back then. You’re a grown man, I’m a broken woman. I don’t think you want to hear my sob story. What happened to me happens to women all over the world and no one gives a shit most of the time.”

“Princess,” he tries as you get up from the chair to limb toward the door. “Where do you want to go?” Jax asks softly.

“A motel, Jax. I need to sleep somewhere.”

“You can sleep here for tonight, Y/N,” he gently places his hand onto your shoulder, frowning as you flinch away once again. “I’ll get your bags and stuff. Tomorrow, we will look for a better place to stay. If you are on the run, this is the best place to hide…”

“Jackson Nathaniel Teller,“ Gemma yells loud enough to draw the club’s attention toward her and Jax. “How dare you bring that girl here! She broke your heart years ago.”

“Mom,” Jax runs one hand down his face, struggling to keep his emotions under control, “she needs help. Y/N didn’t leave town on free terms. Her father forced her to marry some douche and—”

“And?” his mother huffs. “Did he not pay her enough attention, or did she get bored like with you?“

“He’s hitting her,” Jax yells now. “Her face is one dark bruise. Her lip is split, and she can barely walk. Any time I get close to her she flinches away. I’m afraid he did more than hurting her. I—”

“You brought a stray home,” Clay waltzes into the clubhouse, a big smirk on his lips. “The girl from back then? You know, the one stealing your innocence.”

“I know you never liked Y/N but give her a chance. She needs help, and I am the only one able to help her. If you don’t want her here, fine. I’ll bring her to my house then. Just leave her alone,” storming out of the room Jax ignores Gemma calls his name.

“Babe, maybe you should leave the girl be,” kissing his wife roughly Clay smirks against her lips. “Jax needs a distraction. He’s tense lately. A lot is going on in his mind. If the little missy helps him to release some pressure, leave him be…”

“I got your luggage,” Jax watches you flinch as he closes the door a little too loud. “Sorry, I didn’t want to scare you, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry too, Jax. You helped me without asking questions first and I acted like a bitch.”

“Princess, you’re not a bitch. Someone hurt you, and now you are cautious around people. That’s okay. Just let me help you,” he offers.

“I don’t think you can, Prince Charming,” Jax places your luggage onto the floor, laughing at the nickname you gave him years ago. “My father got involved with dangerous people. Years ago, his business went to shit, and he agreed to a deal sealing my fate.”

“Drugs? Weapons?” Jackson asks, watching your eyes grow wide. “Illegal activities are not new to me, Y/N. If your father got involved with the wrong kind of people, it’s easier for me to take them down.”

“A syndicate. They use my father’s business to launder their money. He made a lot of money on my back,” you say bitterly. “I should’ve run away before the wedding. I made the mistake to believe that my father cares for me.”

“Did you tell him that your husband hurts you?” gently cupping your cheek Jackson looks you all over.

“I told him right after it happened for the first time. He didn’t care, Jax. My father told me to go back to my husband and act as a good wife should.”

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” he doesn’t know how to react. The members of his club are rough, loud, and far from being good people too. But they care for their families and protect the people they love.

“I’m so tired of being a pawn in their game,” you close your eyes to release a shuddery breath. “So tired.”

“I need you to find out everything about Y/N’s father, his business, and her husband. Be careful. I think his business partners are with the mafia. She said they used her father’s business to launder money,” Juice looks at the piece of paper Jackson placed into his hand. “Juice, you can’t tell anyone.”

“He hit your girl, huh? Let me see what I can find about that bastard,” Juice looks at the little information Jax got out of you. “It’ll be our little secret, promised.”

“Good. She’s so scared. Like a wounded animal. You do not know her, but she was the liveliest and happiest girl I ever met. Y/N always smiled and made a not-funny joke. Now she’s just a shadow of herself.”

“I’ll do my best…”

“I got you another blanket,” Jax awkwardly stands in his room to watch you get comfortable on his bed. “I know it’s not much.”

“Better than sleeping in my car, fearing that he might find me again,” you lie down, allow yourself to relax on Jax’s bed. “Much better.”

“Thyne will take care of your car. Meanwhile, you can stay at my house,” sitting on the bed Jax covers you with the spare blanket. “I will stay here and make sure no one will hurt you.”

“Thank you,” it’s the first time in years you feel safe to fall asleep, “for everything. I promise to not bug you for long. I’ll be on my way the moment my car got repaired.”

Jax sits on the bed to watch you fall asleep, smiling when you begin to snore. “I won’t make the same mistake again, princess.” He leans over your body to kiss your hair. “Past mistakes can’t be undone. Now that I got a second chance, I’ll keep you around…”

>> Part 3

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Juice Ortiz x F!Reader

Request by Anon: I was wondering if you'd be willing to do a Juice x fem reader? Maybe something where he sees how stressed the reader is and forces her away from work for a bit to relax? I recently had a bit of a nervous breakdown from deadlines and things just piling up and need some fluff

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You had your headphones on and didn’t even hear Juice when he came home. Between the music you were listening to, and the paperwork spread out across the table in front of you, it was hard to really notice anything else that was happening around you. You’d lost track of how long you had been sitting there pouring over reports and emails. It seemed never-ending.

You flinched when you felt someone’s hand land on your shoulder. You jerked around and saw Juice, standing there with wide eyes as he held his hands up in surrender. His lips were moving but you couldn’t hear anything that he was saying. Holding up one finger to let him know to wait, you slid your headphones down so that they were resting around your neck.

“Sorry,” you ran your hands over your face, “just caught me off-guard.”

“It’s alright,” there was a hint of a smile on his face, “Didn’t realize that you didn’t hear me come in,” he looked back and forth between you and the paperwork, “Everything alright?”

You sighed, leaning back in your chair, “Depends on what your definition of alright is.”

“What’s all this?” he nodded towards the paperwork as he sat down in the chair next to you.

You rested your elbows on the edge of the table and raked your fingers over your head, “Work bullshit.”

“Sounds lame,” he chuckled.

You managed a smile, “It is.”

“How long have you been at this?” he asked as he looked over everything.

You shrugged, “I don’t even know anymore. A while?”

“Why don’t you take a break?” he reached over and ran his hand up and down your back, “Give your eyes a rest.”

“There’s so much to do,” the mere thought of it all made tears sting at the edges of your eyes.

“Hey, hey,” his voice was soft as he moved so he was sitting on the edge of your chair, wrapping his arms around you, “you’re alright,” he kissed the side of your head.

You let yourself lean into him, a few stray tears trickling down your cheeks. Part of the benefit of staying so busy, of filling your brain with so many things, is that it kept you too busy to truly feel how anxious and overwhelmed you were. If you stayed busy enough, your real emotions got pushed to the backburner and you could put off dealing with them for a little while longer. But there was something about the softness in Juice’s voice, the gentleness of his touch, and the warmth radiating off of him and into you that stripped away all of the distractions that you had given yourself. You knew that he would keep you safe, that he would hold you together when you felt like you were on the brink of falling apart.

His chest rose and fell steadily as the two of you stayed cramped on the chair together. His fingers trailed up and down your back as you wrapped your arms around his middle. You kept your body pressed against his, like he was your anchor in the midst of all the chaos in your mind.

“Come sit with me,” he stood up and held his hands out to help pull you up.

“Juan, I can’t, I gotta—”

He cut you off, his voice still gentle, “It’ll be there in the morning. C’mon. No more driving yourself to tears over this. You can take a break.”

You knew that he was right, but your brain was telling you that you couldn’t step away. He could see the conflict in your eyes and he reached forward, taking your hands in his and giving you a gentle tug. The gesture was enough to get you to peel yourself away from the table, leaving behind your piles of paperwork for the time being. You had to admit that it felt like a weight was taken off of your shoulders as you walked towards the living room, Juice’s fingers entwined with yours.

He sat down on the couch and pulled you down with him. You let out a quiet laugh as you collapsed in his lap. He positioned you so that you were straddling his lap, your arms draped over his shoulders while his wound around your waist. You leaned forward, resting your head in the crook of his neck. You felt him let out a sigh of relief as he wrapped his arms tighter around you. He pressed a light kiss against the side of your head as he slid his hands up underneath the fabric of your shirt. The calloused pads of his fingers traced random designs on your back and you focused on that sensation alone as you attempted to drown out all of your thoughts.

“I love you,” he murmured against your hair.

You smiled, lightly kissing the side of his neck, “I love you too,” you paused for a moment, “I’m sorry that I get so wrapped up in things.”

He leaned back so that he could look into your eyes, “You don’t have anything to apologize for. I just hate seeing you in tears over it. You gotta give yourself some credit…and a break every now and then, too.”

“Thank you,” your eyes strayed up to the tattoos that went down either side of his head, your fingertips lightly tracing along the ink.

“How about I order dinner,” he closed his eyes as he reveled in how tender your touch always was, “and you pick a movie to watch. Give yourself a couple hours to really relax.”

“Mmm,” you hummed in approval as you looked at the peaceful expression on his face, “that sounds nice,” you kissed his forehead, “Are you staying over?”

He opened one eye and looked up at you, “Do you want me to?”

You nodded, “That’d be nice.”

His eyes drifted shut again as he leaned into the warmth of your fingertips, “I can stay.”

You smiled as you slid your hands so that they were cupping each side of his face. Leaning in, you gently kissed him on the lips, tracing your thumbs along his cheekbones. He pressed his hand against your back, causing your body to melt into his.

When you pulled your lips off of his, there was a smile on his face, “You’re not mad that I came and interrupted your flow?”

You shook your head, “You’re a very welcome distraction. Feel free to stop in and mess up my flow whenever you want.”

He chuckled, pecking you on the cheek, “Remember that you said that.”

You smiled, laughing quietly as he hugged you tight, “Wouldn’t forget it for the world.”