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[etclouie]

Hello Love! Congrats on 1000!!!!!! So excited for this event and soooo many good prompts! I would like to request Prompt 22 "Mark me. Mark me so everyone knows who I belong to." from the Yeah Just like that smut prompts for the love of my life Juice Ortiz please and thank you!

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

˚୨୧⋆｡ — prompt/s; “mark me. mark me so everyone knows who i belong to” — from "𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩…" 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨

˚୨୧⋆｡ — warnings; on and off again relationship dynamics, smut, minors do not interact!!!, unprotected sex, p in v, riding, creampie, that’s it (603 words)

˚୨୧⋆｡ — a/n; feeling good about this sleepover, feel free to req stuff!!

— celebrate 1k with me?

you and Juice had been on and off for a little lately, the club getting into porn with Luann causing a rift between you both. 

it was silly, you knew he only had eyes for you but you couldn’t help the worry that settled in the pit of your stomach. 

and he knew that too, which is why instead of celebrating at the party at Cara Cara, Juice was at yours. 

you don’t really remember him knocking, only that when you opened the door his lips pressed fiercely to yours. 

he’d walked you backwards to your room with an expert precision, avoiding all the scattered stuff across the floor he’d tripped over the first couple times he came over. 

which is how you ended up like this.

your body sat on top of his, your clothes long discarded as you now straddled his cock. 

“only want you, should know that”

he told through moans, his eyes hooded as he watched you slowly move on his cock. his hands helped guide your movements as he watched transfixed. 

you dropped down onto his cock again, pulling an equally breathy moan from both of you as he hit that one spot inside. 

“don’t know Juice—they, fuck.. they have sex for a living”

you moaned out, grabbing at his shoulders to help support yourself. 

continuing to move against him, his head lulled back to watch your face as the pleasure thrummed through your body. 

“exactly my point”

he murmured, leaning in to press kisses up your sternum and across your throat.  the action making you moan as the head of his cock hit that one spot over and over again, causing the coil in your belly to wind tighter. 

“i like you and i really like our sex”

he told, kissing just below your ear before he groaned again. the breathlessness in his groans causing you to flutter around him, teetering on the edge. 

the thing was, you both knew each other’s bodies really well, and he knew his groans were pushing you towards the edge. but he could still sense that worry inside you. 

“mark me. mark me so everyone knows who i belong to”

your hips faltered against his as he spoke, his lips grazing against your ear while a shiver ran down your spine. 

“w-what?”

you stammered out, causing a smirk to work its way across his face. his hands squeezed at your hips encouragingly as he helped you move against him again. 

he leaned in to catch your lips in a kiss, only pull back an inch to whisper to you. 

“if you’re so worried , mark me up so they all know i’m yours”

the moan that fell from your lips was a mix of his cock hitting the right place again and his words, his wantiwant for people to know he’s yours.  

you nodded, leaning in to kiss and nip across his throat. pulling moans from his lips as you left marks across his skin, sending him hurtling towards his climax. 

grazing your teeth down his throat before leaving another mark, his hands squeezed at your hips as he pulled you down flush against him. 

his hips bucked up into you once, twice, three times before he toppled over the edge. his release spilling inside you, spreading a warmth through your body. h

Juice’s climax triggered your own, toppling against his chest as you both basked in the throes of your joint orgasms. 

leaning your head on his shoulder you could see the smirk on his face, a mix of pride and admiration. 

“i’m all yours, don’t gotta worry about it”

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[bullet-prooflove]

"Maybe I can drive ya home", with our sweet Juice Ortiz please?

Tagging: @kmc1989 @darqchilddaydreamz @librarian1002 @trublu2u @ravennaortiz

Canvas!Series:

Canvas - You've brought so much colour into Juice's life.

Follow Me - Your ex Ronnie realises you have a new boyfriend.

Runaway - Juice comes home to find you absent.

Goodbye - Juice recieves a phone call from you in the middle of the night.

Love Letter (feat: Filip 'Chibs' Telford) - Juice begins to spiral.

Maps - Juice discovers who helped you to disappear.

Come Home - Juice finally lays eyes on you after a year apart.

You’re asleep in the car, your head resting against the window as Nickleback plays on the radio. It’s one of their softer songs, ‘I’d Come For You’, he thinks. It seems appropriate considering he’s now driving you back to Charming from all the way in Neveda.

The scent of you still clings to his skin from your love making, and he recalls that moment when he’d asked you to come home and you’d whispered the word yes against his lips. It’s the first ray of sunshine he’s had in almost a year full of rain.

The sign for Charming comes into view and something in his chest just settles.

“We’re almost there now baby.” He whispers as he turned onto his street. “Almost home.”

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[juancarlos-ortiz]

Marked for Carnage - Chapter 6 (Juice x OC Fic)

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A/N: Chapter 6 is here! It's been literal months lol but here we are. Warning this chapter does contain talks of domestic violence, drug use and drug dealing. Enjoy!

Word Count: 4009 words

Ronnie huffed as she slammed her front door closed. Irritation coursed through her after Agent Stahl's little visit. Juice remained where he stood in the living room, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "Got pretty shitty timing, huh?" he said. Ronnie laughed softly and shook her head. "Nah, don't worry about it. Clearly they don't have shit if they're pushing out to family members," she shrugged. She moved past him, their arms brushing lightly together, sending goosebumps across her skin. Ignoring the reaction, she opened her pantry and scoured for lunch items. Closing the doors she turned to Juice. "So, I don't have anything for lunch in the house. Not really much of a cook," she admitted, her skin feeling hot as the embarrassment washed over her. She was 28, wasn't she supposed to know how to at least cook a basic meal by now? Work and school has always been her priority, leading her to live off takeaways and microwave meals - she always tried to get servings of vegetables if she could.

Juice smiled and shrugged. "Wanna go to the supermarket and we can find something to make together?" he asked. She perked up, not expecting that suggestion. "Really?" she asked. He smiled, nodding. "Yeah. I'm no Gordon Ramsay but I can make a decent sandwich." 30 minutes later they dumped the grocery bags on her counter and began to unpack the ingredients. Fresh bread, different deli meats, lettuce and tomatoes as well as condiments other than ketchup were now lined up on the counter top. Juice began to slice into the loaf - he claimed that buying a fresh loaf whole and slicing it yourself was the secret ingredient to the perfect sandwich. Ronnie pulled out plates and laid out the slices as he handed them to her. She had never had this much fun in the making food before. Juice put her at ease so naturally. They laughed and poked fun at each other. Ronnie stood in front of the two plates with all of the ingredients now prepped in front of her ready to assemble the sandwich.

Suddenly, there was heat at her back as Juice stood behind her, crowding her against the bench. "Ok so, just start putting it together how you would like," he said, his breath moving over her ear gently. She held in a shudder. "How do you like it?" she asked, her eyes bulging as the words came out, the unintentional innuendo making her want the ground to swallow her up. Juice just laughed, the vibration reverberating through her back. "I'll show you how I like it, Ronnie," he said, making her stomach cartwheel. He leaned against her further as she watched him grab various elements to make his sandwich. She could only focus on his hands though, watching them move and flex, wondering how they would feel grasping her hips and ass… "Your turn," Juice said, snapping her out of her dirty thoughts. He from behind her to stand next to her, smirking as if he could hear every nasty little thing she was thinking.

She cleared her throat and began to make her own lunch, trying to remember the order he had picked things up. She topped it off with the other slice, smiling brightly at Juice. His heart skipped at the sight. "Looks good, rookie," he teased. They took their lunch to the living room and sat down, beginning to eat. "Oh my god," Ronnie said after the first bite. "That is really good bread." Juice nodded, smiling at her. "Told you." They finished their meals in silence, Juice leaning back and closing his eyes in satisfaction his hand on his stomach. Ronnie took the two plates back to the kitchen before rejoining him on the couch. "So," Juice started. "Wanna tell me why you need club protection?" he asked. Ronnie stilled and swallowed thickly. Her palms began to sweat a little and her heart rate picked up, squeezing her eyes shut just at the thought of Mark. Juice watched her intently, taken aback by her reaction.

"Hey," he said softly, moving over and resting a warm hand against her back. She couldn’t hold back her shudder this time, her senses in overload. "I'm sorry, you don’t have to tell me if you don't want," his voice was close to her face and she opened her eyes, finding him a lot closer to her now. She dropped her gaze, landing on his lips before bouncing back up to his eyes again. This happened twice more, Juice's hand moving from her back up to cup the side of her head, his fingers pushing into her hair. Ronnie closed her eyes again and slowly pulled herself back from him. "Friends!" she thought. "Nothing more than friends." Juice followed her lead and put a little space between them, smiling sheepishly and swallowing. "Sorry," he mumbled again. Ronnie just smiled. "It's ok. I wouldn't say its club protection, more like Piney being stubborn," she laughed, trying to be as casual as possible.

Juice waited for her to continue. "My ex lives in Charming," she explained. "He's pretty much the reason I left in the first place. He was always a bit of a douchebag but when I we started our senior year of high school he dropped out and started dealing. He used before, but I never judged," she shrugged, looking down at her hands. "But it was when he started dealing that things got bad. He was selling to underage kids you know. Like 13 year olds. I didn't like that, I said so and he hit me. And then after he had done it once it became his go to 'punishment' whenever I did or said something he didn’t like. Which was a lot." Juice's face twisted in disgust. Dealing to kids was already shitbag territory but smacking people around, especially the woman you’re in a relationship with? Juice was surprised Opie hadn't already buried this guy. "Your dad and brother just let this happen?" he asked, unclenching his jaw.

Ronnie shook her head. "They didn't know for the most part. Mark made sure the bruises were in places I could easily cover up. He knew who my family were, he didn't have a death wish completely. Opie wasn't around much anyway, spent all of his time with Jax when he ran away from Mom's and came back to Charming," she swallowed the lump in her throat. "One day though, Mark forgot about his own rules and landed one right here," she pointed to her lower lip and Juice could just make out the smallest scar that he hadn't noticed before. "Split my lip so bad I had no choice but to go to the ER," she shrugged, huffing out an unamused laugh. "Tried to get Jax to take me but he just told Opie and dad. Fuckin' snitch." Juice inhaled deeply, letting her finish. "Piney and Ope started threatening to do all sorts of shit and I just… I couldn't let them. Made them promise that they wouldn't touch him. He's scum but he's not worth 25 to life. Opie wanted to take it to the club but he was only Prospecting at the time and somehow I managed to get dad to agree to drop it. But still I just knew that unless I packed up and moved to a different state, I would never really be rid of him."

Ronnie sighed and leaned over, grabbing her glass of water and taking a large gulp. Sitting it back down she continued. "So yeah, I left and went to school. Started to make a life for myself, stopped looking over my shoulder. But paid the price of missing out on 10 years with my family. And then Opie got released and my dad started hounding me to come back. So I did, hoping that Mark had moved on or something. But," she sighed again pursing her lips. "But?" Juice said, his eyebrow cocked. If this fucker had hurt her again he'd be doing some digging later that night. Hell, even if he hadn’t he would probably still do a deep dive on the guy, find out anything he could to potentially ruin his life. "But he's still here. When I left work the other day he was parked in the lot. Called out to me and then followed me for a few blocks. Freaked me out at the time but honestly, the whole protection thing is probably overkill. I'm sure he knows by now that dad and Opie know. He would have to be really dumb to try something," she said.

"Sounds like a real jerk off," Juice said, trying not to show in his voice how riled up he had become. The idea of anyone, let alone some piece of shit, laying hands on Ronnie made him seethe. Leaning over he lightly grasped her chin, running his thumb gently over the scar on her lip. Her mouth parted slightly as her breath hitched. "Not gonna let him touch you ever again," he said sternly, his eyes trained on her mouth. She smiled softly. "I can handle myself Juice," she declared, amused at how this usually fun and goofy guy had gotten so serious so suddenly - and over her no less. He just nodded, pulling his hand back and smiling. "I know you can baby," he winked, sending her into internal tailspins. She rolled her eyes and flopped back on the couch. "Don't do that!" she exclaimed. He laughed and sat back next to her. "Do what?" he asked teasingly. "You know what. We're supposed to be friends here and you're making it extra hard." Avoiding the obvious dirty jokes Juice continued laughing. "What? I treat all of my friends this way," he said, smiling down at her. "Mhmm," she said. "You call the Prospect baby?" she taunted. He poked her in the side. "Prospect ain't my friend."

Ronnie huffed out a breath, trying to blow a piece of her hair out of her face that had come loose. It wasn't sweltering hot yet considering it was only 9 in the morning but the physical process of removing all of the remains from the soil plus the coroners windbreaker she was required to wear out on a job was making Ronnie sweat. "Ok, last one," her boss said, placing a final bone - an ulna to be precise - into the third body bag. Claire Richards had been the coroner at St Thomas for nearly a decade and was a no nonsense, no bullshit kind of person. Which Ronnie liked perfectly fine. After working under her for a short amount of time, Ronnie could easily say she had learnt more than she ever had at her previous assistant position. She was honest and firm but never a total asshole in her management style. "Alright lets get these back to St Thomas and start IDing," Claire said, zipping up the bag and pulling her gloves off.

Ronnie grunted, pushing the last gurney into the van before running around and getting into the passenger seat. "I hope you don't mind what I'm about to say next," Claire said, making Ronnie arch a brow. "There's a good chance those bodies back there are bikers," Claire said, jerking her thumb back to where the bones lay in the bodies. Ronnie turned her head back, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Is that an educated guess or are you just making assumptions?" she asked, trying to keep any annoyance out of her voice. She knew the club delved into dark shit from time to time but to straight up assume immediately that this was their fault seemed like a bit of a stretch. "Those bones are old," Claire explained. "Like 15 years old. You would know that back in the early 90s the Mayans and the Sons had a couple of years of straight up violence. A lot of blood was shed. You saw those bullet holes right?" Claire asked, referring to the wounds found on the skulls. Ronnie nodded, chewing her bottom lip.

"Three sets of remains, bullets to the head and all old enough to match up to the dates. I'd say those are either Sons or Mayans we have in our van today, Veronica." Ronnie tilted her head. "You’re not even from Charming, how do you know all of this?" she asked. Claire tapped her fingers against the steering wheel as they passed the 'Welcome to Charming' sign. "I'm a morbid person I guess. And I like history." Ronnie turned her head to look out the window. Her stomach was unsettled and she felt anxious. She was 12 when the SAMCRO-Mayan war had started. And she knew that the Sons hadn’t lost as many as the Mayans - those they had had been given funerals. No one ever went missing, so the chances of the bodies being Mayans were high. Ronnie just hoped there was nothing to tie the club, especially her father, to it.

Ronnie chewed the tip of her pen, not taking her eyes off the paperwork in her hands as she walked down the hallway towards the morgue. The rest of her morning had gone quite easily with all 3 of the remains having identifiers that made finding out who they were much easier than she and Claire had anticipated. She pushed through the double doors still reading over the papers in her hands. The sound of a low two toned whistle made her freeze. Crossing her fingers that one of the bodies in the freezers hadn't suddenly become reanimated she slowly turned around, half relieved half taken aback to see Jax, Clay and Tig all standing around an open freezer, the draw with one set of the bones pulled out. She smiled awkwardly. "Um, hi?" she said. The men turned to face her fully, Clay's eyes narrowing at her suspiciously as if she was the one doing something she shouldn't.

Ronnie noted the wrench in Tig's hands, their intentions suddenly becoming clear. "No point in doing that," she pointed to the tool. "They've already been IDed." The three men all looked at each other in confusion. Jax yanked open the freezer next to him, grabbing the tag and reading it. His face dropped and looked up at Clay and Tig. Ronnie was rooted on the spot, unsure if she should be telling them to leave, leaving herself or - stupidly - standing guard at the door so all 4 of them wouldn’t be caught. "Lowell Harland Senior," Jax said, his voice low and cold. "This is Lowell's old man," he continued. Ronnie cleared her throat, getting the attention of the three of them. "I'm just gonna," she pointed towards the door and spun on her heel attempting to flee. "Veronica," Clay's voice had her pausing. Turning slowly, she looked at him. "Yeah?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

"This ain't gonna be a problem, is it?" Clay motioned towards the opened drawers. Ronnie swallowed. She was pretty certain Clay would never actually hurt her but she knew that he was the kind of guy who wouldn't stop at anything to get his own way. She shook her head rapidly. "No, of course not." Clay nodded at her once. "Good girl." She smiled and fled the room, her skin crawling at his praise. She had never had a problem with Clay but she didn't find him to be as kind and approachable as John Teller. Turning the corner she leant against the wall, closing her eyes and taking deep breaths. Why the hell would Lowell Sr be tossed into an unmarked grave with Mayans? Mayans she was now certain had been put there by the Sons. Ronnie wasn't sure but she sure as shit didn't want to know more than she needed to.

Ronnie grinned as she hopped out of her car in her driveway, waving at Juice who was sat on his bike parked at the curb. "Man, am I glad to see you," she huffed out, her skin flushing at her sudden confession. Juice cocked an eyebrow. "Are you now?" he asked, strolling towards her and stopping only inches away. She nodded, smiling sweetly at him. "Rough day?" he asked. She huffed a breath. "You have no idea." She walked up the path and let them both into the house. "There's this thing on at the boxing ring this afternoon. You wanna come? Just as friends," Juice shrugged. Ronnie laughed softly. "Yeah ok. Fights?" she asked. "Bare fist boxing," he nodded. "Okay, let me get ready and lets go."

Ronnie smiled as Juice held his hand out to her, helping her get off his bike behind him. He pulled his helmet off and swung his leg over, standing up next to her. She stood and waited for him to help her take her own off, shivering a little as his knuckles brushed against the skin of her neck and chin. "You got family who ride and you can't even work your own helmet," he tsked, shaking his head teasingly. She softly drove her fist into his stomach in a light punch. "Those things are death traps," she pointed to his bike. "I hate going on them." Juice frowned. "You've never said anything to me," he murmured. Ronnie avoided his stare, smiling timidly. "Well I don't really mind it when it's your bike," she admitted. Juice grinned like a fool and threw his arm over her shoulders, guiding her towards the building.

Once they were inside they found a seat on one of the amphitheatre seats. They watched on as Half-Sack seemed to drop opponent after opponent. Tig, Bobby and Chibs, who Ronnie had yet to formally meet yet, were in his corner, yelling out advice - some helpful, some ludicrous. "I'm gonna go get a beer, you want anything?" Juice asked her. She nodded, reaching for her wallet but he grabbed her wrist. "I got you," he winked and turned to leave. Ronnie smiled, watching him leave. Suddenly, someone sat themselves in the seat next to her. It was a young woman, with reddish brown hair and a nasty cut across her nose with bruising around her eyes. She smiled at Ronnie. "You hittin' that?" she asked, pointing at Juice. "Excuse me?" Ronnie asked, furrowing her brow. "You his Ol' Lady?" the girl asked again, her eyebrow raised.

Ronnie scoffed and shook her head. "No, we're just friends. Why? You tryna hit that?" Ronnie asked, hoping she didn't sound as jealous as she felt. She and Juice were friends. He was a grown man with wants and needs, of course he could do what he liked with whomever he liked. But Ronnie couldn’t help the souring feeling in her stomach at the thought of him touching someone else. The girl laughed and shook her head. "Nah. He's mine," she pointed towards the ring and Ronnie's eyes widened. "The Prospect?" she asked. The girl smiled proudly and nodded. "I'm Cherry by the way," she held her hand out to Ronnie who took it and shook firmly. "Ronnie." Cherry turned back to face the match. "What happened to your face?" Ronnie asked.

Cherry turned to look at her with an amused expression. "A little forward, don't ya think?" she smirked. Ronnie shrugged. "No real way of asking politely is there?" Cherry frowned. "Yeah I guess not." Ronnie blinked and looked towards the match where Half-Sack was pummelling a man surely half to death. "The Prospect didn’t do that, did he?" she asked. Cherry shook her head. "Nah, Kip ain't like that. At least not with me," she motioned towards her battered nose. "Took a skateboard to the face." Ronnie's jaw hung open. "How the hell did that happen?" she asked. "Presidents Ol' Lady swung it at me," Cherry clarified. Ronnie sat back bewildered. "Gemma?" she was puzzled. She knew what the woman could be like when something pissed her off but a skateboard to the face? Seemed a little excessive.

"Yeah well, what happened on a run didn’t exactly stay on the run and I had to pay the price," Cherry shrugged. Juice came back with their beers, handing one to Ronnie. "Hey Cherry," he smiled at her. Cherry grinned back, her eyes darting between Ronnie and Juice. "Hey Juice. Pretty little friend you've brought along tonight," she jutted her chin towards Ronnie who tsked in slight embarrassment. Juice just nodded. "She is, isn’t she?" he nudged her gently with his elbow. Ronnie avoided his stare and watched the fight. Half-Sack was back in the corner being spoken to by Tig and Chibs. Suddenly, Clay appeared before them, giving Ronnie a fright, her smile slipping as she remembered what had happened earlier that day. He just smiled tightly at them both before moving to sit on the other side of Cherry.

"He's not gonna do it," Juice mumbled under his breath. "Huh?" Ronnie asked. Juice leant his head towards her so he could explain quietly, but nearly all of Ronnie's concentration left her head when the combination of his cologne and the leather scent of his cut washed over her. "Prospect is meant to be throwing this fight. But the little shit has too much pride I reckon," he explained, the low volume of his voice making it sound raspier, sending goosebumps skittering over Ronnie's skin and skimming up her spine. She nodded, knowing her numb tongue couldn't do its job right now. The fight started back up and Ronnie could vaguely tell that Clay and Cherry were talking. The Prospect was seeming to tire out and slow down, his opponent getting some good jabs in. Suddenly Cherry reared back before throwing her arms around Clay and kissing his cheek.

"Oh shit," was all Juice said as they saw Half-Sack zero in on what was happening before his rage began to refuel him and he started throwing punch after punch. Ronnie and Juice both winced as the guy got completely pummelled, Tig and Chibs racing into the ring to pull the Prospect off him. Ronnie and Juice recounted it later, laughing as walked up the driveway to her front door. "That guy is going to need some serious healing time," Ronnie said as she pushed her keys into the lock. Before she could open the door Juice grabbed her hand and pulled her back towards him, standing her in front of him. She looked up at him, confused. Juice leant in, making her gasp softly. His lips landed on her cheek, the corner of his mouth just meeting hers. He pulled away, delighted at the shock on her face and the sparkle in her eye.

He couldn’t help himself, he just wanted to touch her all over, and mark her as his. But they had decided on being friends for the time being so this would be as far as it goes. For now. "I really had fun with you tonight," he beamed, rocking back on his heels with his hands now planted in his pockets. "Me too," Ronnie hummed. "We should hang out more often. I mean, you’re at my place all the time anyway but it was fun to get out," she stammered, trying not to word vomit completely. Juice nodded, stepping around her to open the door. "I'm gonna head to bed, but there's beers and stuff in the fridge if you want. You're probably missing out on some club party just to come babysit me, huh?" she gibed. Juice just shrugged, his lips pursed. "I really don't mind. It's nice to be out of the clubhouse for a while. It's always so loud and crowded there." Ronnie nodded, smiling tightly. "Ok well, goodnight Juice," she wrung her hands together. "G'night Ronnie," he smiled, taking a seat on the couch. Ronnie walked to her room and closed the door leaning back against it, her hand ghosting over the skin he had kissed. Yeah, sure. Just friends.

[sad-trash-hobo]

I'll actually never be over the fact that Juice really ratted on the club and ruined his life just because he thought the club would out him for having a dad who was black. And by the time he finally told someone about it, it was too late and he'd already given the cops real dirt and real blackmail and killed a brother. This shit pisses me off so much

[titobitex]

thinking about these fuckers for the past month

[shyanddreamy]

A beautiful soul

Juice Ortiz x Reader

Summary: By the way his sad eyes looked at you, you knew he was lying. Something big was happening. Something awful. And even though he wasn't asking for your help, you couldn't help but feel that you had to do something.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, attempted suicide, drug use.

Author´s note: I can't deny it. I love this man too much. And the one shot is a bit long, so it's going to be in two parts, but I hope u all enjoy it <3

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Since everything was clean and tidy, you had nothing else to do for the moment. You thought it could be a good time to put some music and take a beer, but a loud noise coming from the bathroom startled you. Probably that bath had seen horrible things, but it wasn’t one of that kind of noises. And you knew who was inside. He had caught your attention by passing so fast some minutes ago he didn’t even bother to say hello. You thought he could be in a hurry to use the toilet, but perhaps it was something worse. As you walked towards the bathroom door, you heard another thump.

“Juice? Are you good?”, you asked after knocking softly.

It took him a few seconds, but he ended up answering.

“Yeah. Everything’s fine. Don’t worry.”

But he didn’t sound credible at all. You waited out there trying to identify what was going on inside, and even though you were aware that it might be a bad idea, you brought you hand to the handle, realising he hadn’t locked the door. So, slowly, you opened it. Once you made sure that the boy hadn’t his trousers down his knees, you raised your voice again.

“Hey. Are you feeling well, sweetheart?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I do”, he quickly answered. Juice instantly rubbed his face, but it wasn’t enough to hide his watery eyes. And he knew you had noticed it. “I’m okay. I promise. I just need…”

His voice cracked in the middle of the sentence, so he shook his head and sat down on the toilet avoiding your gaze.

“I just need to be alone. Just close the door, please”, he added, but you didn’t do exactly what he was asking.

You did close the door, but with you inside the bath. And then, you took a sit on the floor, next to his feet, and put your hand up to his knee.

“Hey. Look at me, Juicy, please”, you asked him tenderly. It took him some seconds to calm himself down, but when he did it, you could see how sad he looked. “It isn’t good to be alone when you feel like shit. And even if you don’t want to talk about it, I’m a good company.”

“Okay. Thanks”, he muttered with a slight smile on his face that made him look even sadder. “I’m good. I just needed to breath.”

“So, do it with me. Breath.”

Juice closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly let it out moments later.

“Good. Again”, you told him.

You spent some minutes like that. Juice was breathing while you were caressing his leg tenderly. And by the time he opened his eyes again, he actually seemed calmer.

“Better?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“Why don’t you wash your face and come outside?”, you suggested him. “There isn’t much work on the garage, so we could have a beer.”

“I’d like that.”

You spent a few hours talking calmly in the counter bar. It was obvious that something was still troubling Juice, but he got better as time went on. You tried to carry on a light and funny conversation, feeling a warm sensation every time you got a smile from him. And when his brothers arrived at the clubhouse, they joined you.

You loved those guys more than anything. They were your family, all that you had. And the moments when you were in the clubhouse drinking and smoking all together were mostly the best part of the day. That meant they were still alive for another day, and it was all that mattered to you. Nevertheless, they had been busier than usual lately. Obviously, it was due to club business you weren’t allow to know, but after so many years with them, you were more than used to their laws. It was fine, anyway. You listened to whatever they wanted to tell you willingly and didn’t ask questions when they preferred to remain silent. You tried not to get overly involved, but there were occasions when you knew they needed you to intervene, even if they didn’t ask for your help. And, right now, Juice was one of those occasions.

“Do you want to go for a ride?”, you asked Juice while picking up the empty beer bottles. His brothers had already left except for Chibs and Bobby, who were finishing a cigarette before heading home too.

“There’s somewhere you need to go?”

“Not really”, you answered. “I just felt like a night ride.”

“Yeah. Okay”, he nodded. “I’m a bit tired, but it could be nice.”

“Great.”

“That’s how young people say they want to bang nowadays?”, you heard Bobby saying. Nor had he made any effort to lower his voice.

Chibs laughed, as well as Juice, while you two were already walking towards the door.

“You’d be dying to know, wouldn’t you, Bobby?”, you added before winking at him. “Drive home safe, old men.”

“We’ll do”, Chibs responded. “Hope you do too, darling.”

You got on Juice’s bike behind him and once he started, you gave him directions on which way to go. You get out Charming and drove for a little more before you told Juice to stop on a side of the road.

“Why have you brought me here?”, Juice asked as nothing remarkable was around you.

“It’s quiet. And the sky is beautiful without the city lights”, you told him. Juice just leaned on the bike next to you and looked up at the sky realizing that the shining stars were actually a great view. “When I’m not in the mood, I like to come here. Gives me peace”.

He understood what you were referring to, so he decided to just stare at the stars.

“Thanks”, he suddenly muttered. “Not for this. I mean, not only for this. This is really nice too, I promise, but I meant to what happened this afternoon. In the bathroom. And for not telling the boys.”

“I figured you wouldn’t want them to know.”

“You were right”, he nodded. “But you don’t have to worry about anything, Y/N. I’m good. Like, really good. I swear.”

Juice tried to sound credible, but you didn’t believe him at all.

“I still remember when you were a prospect. It was few after I started hanging up with the club”, you told him. “The boys were hard on you, as they always do with prospects, but you always had a wide smile on your face no matter what.”

As you said so, Juice couldn’t help but smile.

“That is. That smile”, you added. “You were so fucking adorable. You still are.”

“C’mon, shut up”, he said while tapping your shoulder with his gently. “You’re gonna make me blush.”

“But it’s the truth. You were so cute, but also a bit foolish. That one still after being patched”, you continued. “Do you remember the accident with Tig and the Doberman?”

“How could I forget? I could never forget it, as well as Tig”, he joked.

“It was a big mistake. Hilarious, but dangerous”, you assured him. “But still, the club loved you since day one. And they still love you so much. Even if they’re a bit mean sometimes, they’d do anything for you. You are one of them. You’re their brother. And if you ever need to talk to them, for whatever the reason is, they will listen to you.”

When you stopped looking at the sky to look at Juice, you noticed a few tears down his cheeks. He had started crying in silence at some point. And you felt your heart breaking at the sight of it.

“Come here, baby.”

When you hugged him, Juice returned the embrace needily. You felt his arms around your body tightly, and since he had his head hidden in your neck, his tears were wetting your skin. His cry was almost frantic, so you did your best caressing his nape and his back.

“It’s okay, Juicy. Let it all out. Everything’s going to be alright.”

*

“Do you want some coffee?”, you asked Chibs the moment he crossed the workshop’s door.

“Please”, he answered, so you served him a cup of warm coffee. “Thanks, love.”

“How’s your day going?”

“Good. Quiet”, he said. “Yours?”

“Quiet, too.”

“That’s good”.

Chibs took a cigarette and offered one to you. It might seem a bit boring to have a day like that, but it was on the contrary. Those days were great because you didn’t have to worry at all about if the boys would come back home safe and sound. And those days weren’t too usual.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“About what?”, Chibs answered, frowned.

“Juice.”

“I don’t want to talk about the kid’s sex life.”

“It’s not like that, asshole”, you told him while trying to hold back a smile. “What I was going to ask was if you had noticed something strange with Juice.”

“Strange?”

“Yeah. Like, I dunno, weird.”

“I’m not following you, lass.”

You took a drag on your cigarette and slowly released the smoke. You knew you shouldn’t be having this conversation, but you needed to. You just had to try to be subtle.

“I saw him a bit blue yesterday. That’s all.”

Chibs kept his frown for a few seconds more before shrugging his shoulders and taking a sip of his coffee.

“It may be just club’s business. You know how the kiddo is. Sometimes he’s too sensitive for his own good. But he’ll get over it”, the Scottish briefly explained to you. It was a pity that you were sure that what was happening to Juice was more serious than that. “Anyway, I saw him well last night. You should be near him more often. You really do good to him.”

“Are you talking about me, brother?”, Tig’s voice interrupted your conversation. “Because Y/N really does so much good to me. Mainly if she’s naked on my bed. That’s so fucking good.”

“That only happens in your dreams, Tiggy.”

“I know. And those are my best dreams.”

Unlike most croweaters, you hadn’t slept with each and every one of the Sons. You had hooked up with some members from other charters as Happy, and also a few times with Chibs, but it was years ago, and you just did it because you really felt like it. But you had already seen them too many times passed out, throwing up or even bleeding to death, so it was different now. And you cared too much about them to be thinking about meaningless sex.

“We were talking about Juice”, Chibs told him.

“Yeah? And you know where that fucker is?”, Tig asked. “He has not turned up at his workplace. I mean, business’ workplace. And he should be here to do his shift at the garage, but it looks like he’s going to skip that too.”

Chibs’ eyes were on you, and consequently Tig’s too.

“I don’t know where he is”, you answered without even needing to be asked. “Last time I saw him was when he drove me home yesterday.”

“Maybe he’s sick”, Chibs suggested. But by the way he looked at you, you knew he was thinking about your previous conversation. It was strange that he didn’t show up all day without a single explanation. “You should go and check on him.”

“I have to do some shopping for the clubhouse, but I can drop by his house in the evening.”

“Good. Need some help?”

“Nah. I’ve got it.”

“When are you gonna come to my place and check on me?”, Tig asked, as whenever he had the opportunity to suggest anything sexual.

“Keep dreaming, Tiggy.”

*

It was already dark when you were knocking on Juice’s door. He didn’t answer, but you knew he was in there because there was light. You knocked harder and still nothing, so you started to worry. Maybe Chibs was right and he was sick, like very sick. Or maybe it was his other problems for which he had been crying on your shoulder for at least twenty minutes last night. Luckily, the door was unlocked when you tried to open it. Unfortunately, what you found inside gave you the chills.

In the living room, on the coffee table, there was an empty pill bag. There were only two left. And Juice was lying on the sofa apparently unconscious.

“Fuck”, you barely mumbled before running to the sofa.

You tapped his face repeatedly while calling out his name. Having no result, you shook his chest insistently.

“For fuck’s shake, c’mon Juice. You can’t do this to me!”

When a kind of sound, which formed no words and made no sense, escaped from his mouth, you felt hardly relieved. He was still there, but the situation looked pretty bad. Without any other option, you turned him on his side and stuck two fingers on his throat. Moments later, he threw up.

“That’s it, babe. That’s good”, you encouraged him while keeping your fingers on his mouth. You continued like that until you thought all the pills were out of his stomach. Only then, you allowed him to lay on the sofa again. “C’mon Juice. You have to talk to me.”

He was barely opening his eyes and trying to mutter something, but you couldn’t understand a single world. As a few more seconds passed, he slightly started recovering his conscious.

“Good. I’m good”, he finally said.

“Of course you are, baby. You’ll be good”, you answered him. “I’m gonna take care of you, okay? C’mon, we have to get you up.”

You put one of his arms around your shoulders and made an effort to pull you both to your feet. He wasn’t helping at all, but you couldn’t let the two of you fall. So, slowly and making sure of every step before you took it, you made your way towards the bathroom.

“How are you so damn heavy?”, you asked more to yourself than to him. At least, his legs worked well enough that you didn’t have to drag him all the way down.

Once you reached the bathroom, you sat him down on the toilet making sure he didn’t fall forward. The best thing to do would be to put him directly in the shower, but it could be dangerous as you couldn’t handle him easily, so he could slip and fall. Instead, you opened the tap to wet his face, his head, and his nape with your own hands. His t-shirt was stained with vomit, so you took it off too. The cool water seemed to work to wake him up a little more.

“I’m good”, he repeated. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologise. Just stay with me, okay?”, you asked him while cradling his face in an attempt to get him to look at you. “Have you taken anything else? Other drugs? Booze?”

“Don’t know. Beers. Pills.”

Although he was much better than a few minutes before, he slurred the words, and you weren’t sure if he really knew it was you with him. Tomorrow morning, he would probably remember little or nothing at all.

“Why did you do that? You wanted to overdose? Was it an accident?”

“Was sad. And scared”, he muttered. “They won’t forgive me. He’s black. And he won’t stop pushing me.”

As you noticed he was starting to cry, you rushed to end the conversation.

“It’s alright, baby, don’t talk more”, you asked him softly. “You need to sleep, okay? And tomorrow you’ll be better. I promise you.”

With his arm around your shoulders again, you left the bathroom to go to what you thought was his bedroom and carefully laid him down on the bed. Then you took off his boots and, after a few more seconds of thought, his trousers too. It was just for his own comfort, and he didn’t complain at all.

“I thought the first time I saw you like that would be under different circumstances”, you muttered before covering him with the sheets. By then, he was almost asleep. However, you still had things to do.

Juice had scared you to death, but you were glad he was better now. You washed your face and put your hair in a bun before going back to the living room. There was vomit on the floor and on the sofa, which had to be cleaned up. It was awful and the smell was disgusting, but it was what you had to do.

Almost half an hour later, when all was done, you went back to Juice’s dorm once again to make sure he was well. Seeing him sleeping peacefully made you smile. You didn’t want to leave the house in case he needed anything else, but it felt wrong to lay on the bed next to him without being invited to. You finally decided to sit down on the floor next to the bed. After making yourself as comfortable as possible in that position, you took your eyes to him and caressed his arm tenderly. If you were lucky enough, you could fall asleep for a few hours.

*

When Juice appeared in the kitchen the next morning, you were already there making breakfast.

“Good morning”, he said, shyly.

“Good morning”, you answered. “How are you feeling?”

“My head aches.”

“You have an aspirin on the table. Next to the coffee”, you told him. He took a sit on the chair and seconds later you put a plate of scramble eggs in front of him. “You should eat something.”

He did as you said after taking the pill with a sip of coffee. And with another cup of coffee, you sat down next to him.

“Do you remember something about last night?”

“Something”, he muttered. “I just knew you were here because I saw your shirt on my bedroom.”

“I had puke on mine, so I took one of yours from your closet. Sorry for opening it without permission.”

“It’s fine.”

“We should talk.”

“Can you first tell me what happened?”

“You OD’d”, you answered. “I found you unconscious on the sofa. Made you throw up, cleaned you, and took you to bed.”

“Did I… Did I say anything?”

“Something. That’s why we should talk”, you nodded, but Juice didn’t seem very convinced. “You OD’d on purpose, Juice. You fucking scared me to death. I need to know what’s happening.”

“I don’t…”

“You can trust in me”, you interrupted him, putting your hand over his kindly. “Please, Juice. Trust in me.”

“But you can’t tell the club. Under no circumstances.”

“I won’t. I swear.”

It took him a couple of minutes and a few sighs, but he finally got up the courage to speak.

“The sheriff has found something in my profile. He’s threatening me with it”, he confessed.

“What it is?”

“My dad. He’s black”, he said, making a great effort not to burst into tears. “If the club find out about this, I’m out. Blacks are not allowed in the Sons. And I can’t lose them. They are everything I have. The kutt is all I have.”

Now, the three sentences he had said last night before almost start crying had sense.

“But you didn’t know he was black.”

“They won’t care. The truth is what it is, and I can’t let them know it.”

“Have you told anything to him?”

“Whom?”

“The sheriff.”

“No. Not yet”, Juice answered.

“Have you done anything for him?”, you asked him.

“No”, he denied. “He arrested me yesterday. He’s been pushing me so fucking hard. When he finally let me go, I came here, and I couldn’t… I didn’t know what to do. Just wanted everything to stop.”

You pressed the bridge of your nose for a few moments as you tried to ignore the pain in your heart. It was a fucked-up situation, but you couldn’t let the emotions out. It wasn’t the right moment.

“I’m gonna think about it, okay?”, you assured him while taking his hands with yours tightly. “But you can’t tell the sheriff shit, you hear me? Don’t tell him anything. No matter how hard he pushes you, you keep your mouth shut. You have to hold on a little longer.”

Juice pursed his lips but ended up nodding anyway.

“Okay. I’ll do it. I can do it.”

“Of course you can. I know you can.”

“I don’t know how to thank you for everything you are doing for me, Y/N”, he sadly said. “I’m full of shit and you shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Just don’t OD again. That’ll be enough”, you told him with a slight smile.

“I can do it too. For you.”

Juice finished his breakfast before going to take a shower. And barely forty minutes later, you both went to the TM. As soon as Juice parked the bike, all eyes were on you. You had agreed that, if they asked, Juice would tell them that he was very sick to his stomach. You would tell that you had gone to his house to check on him and spent the night there due to his illness. And after that conversation with his brothers, not without first scolding Juice for not telling them yesterday what was wrong with him, everything went back to normal.

You were all day around the clubhouse and the workshop as always, but your head was somewhere else. Juice could break down at any moment, so you have to find a solution as soon as possible. Things could get very ugly if Juice talked to the sheriff.

In the afternoon, some boys were in the garage while others had gone to do some club’s shit, including Juice. When you approached Chibs and asked him to talk in private, he frowned, but followed you anyway to one of the dorms.

“You know that I love you all so fucking much, right?”, you asked him.

“Of course I know, darling.”

“And you know that I only want what’s best for the club, right?”

“What’s going on?”

You had sworn hours before that you wouldn’t do exactly what you were going to do right now, but you couldn’t do anything else. You hadn’t more time to think and it was the only thing that could work. With each passing day, the danger of Juice doing something he shouldn't was growing.

“I shouldn’t be telling you this, but it’s all I can do.”, you told him. “Just, please, listen to me.”

“Whatever it is, speak up”, he said. Chibs hated to beat around the bush.

“Okay. Here we go”, you sighed.

*

When Juice arrived at the clubhouse, he had hardly stopped his bike when Chibs told him to accompany him to the garage. Juice had a small, carefree smile on his face, but as soon as he saw you waiting in the garage too, it faded slowly. Chibs went in after Juice and pulled the shutter. The door that connected the workshop with the clubhouse was already closed.

Juice gave you an accusatory, hurt look, as he already knew that you had betrayed him. You heart ached, but you remained impassive.

“So, you have been talking to the sheriff. Talking about your black daddy”, Chibs remarked deadly serious after standing in front of Juice, who immediately looked at you again. “No, don’t look at her. I’m the one who’s talking to you.”

“I didn’t…”, Juice tried to speak, but Chibs didn’t give him the opportunity.

“Shut the fuck up”, he ordered, and Juice obeyed. “You overdosed yourself last night as a coward because the sheriff was threatening you. Probably with ratting us out.”

You noticed Juice’s eyes watery, and you felt the urge to intervene, but you couldn’t. Chibs had allowed you to stay on the condition that you did not interrupt him while he was speaking.

“I’m sorry”, Juice mumbled. “I’m so sorry, brother.”

“What does your paperwork say?”, Chibs asked him, but Juice just shook his head without understanding the question. “Your birth certificate. Under race. What box is checked.”

Juice frowned and cleaned the tear that had escaped down his cheek with the back of his hand.

“Hispanic.”

“So, that’s what you are”, Chibs said. “Half of us don’t know who the hell our fathers are. The paperwork is the only thing that counts.”

As Juice opened his eyes in realization, more tears fell from his eyes. He was smiling but also crying. He looked so happy and so sad at the same time.

“You really tried to OD yourself for this”, Chibs muttered as if still finding it hard to believe.

“I haven’t told him anything. I swear.”

“I know, brother. I know”, Chibs nodded. “And next time you see the sheriff, you tell him he can go and suck your daddy’s big black cock.”

Listening to Juice laughing was almost healing for you after everything had happened. Chibs wanted to scare the kid a bit because he couldn’t be trying to kill himself every time a pig threatened him, but he wanted as much as you to help Juice and make sure he was well.

“He can’t do a goddamn thing against you with that, yeah?”

“Yeah”, Juice answered after sniffling.

The moment Chibs pulled him in for a hug, Juice reciprocated without hesitation. He wasn’t crying anymore, but it was obvious that he needed such a gesture of affection from his brother. And you knew you could rely on Chibs for this. Your intuition had been right in believing that talking to the Scottish would be the right thing to do, but nothing would change the fact that you had betrayed Juice. He had trusted on you to tell you his deepest secret and you had failed to him. And knowing that you couldn’t bear it if Juice threw it in your face after finishing his conversation with Chibs, you decided to cross the door and leave in silence.

Part 2→

[ravennaortiz]

Ravennas's Randoms Juice #1

"About time you woke up sleeping beauty" Y/N stated from your seat next to his hospital bed your left arm in a sling

"Fuck you, your the one who needs it" muttered Juice as he tried to stretch before groaning in pain. His shoulder and ribs burned and his head felt groggy from the anesthesia

"Hmm, not what you told my dad when you woke up a bit after surgery" you replied as you rolled your eyes before standing up. "Next time you decide to take a bullet for me Ortiz make sure it doesnt travel through you and into me." you half joked as you handed him a necklace with half a bullet on it.

Before Juice could reply his room door slammed open and Tig Trager strolled in followed by a laughing Chibs and Happy. " You brother have a lot to explain" stated Tig as he pointed at juice. "Well that is my cue to flee the scene" you laughed before leaving the room quickly ignoring Juices pleas for you to come back.

[garbinge]

I lied

Juice Ortiz x F!Reader From these August Prompts:  “You said you'd go with me.” "I lied."

A/N: Me??? A Juice fic??? Idk where this came from, this poor man went through so much in canon that I decided, why don't I put him through some more in fic world???

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of bruises/cuts.

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

Your bags were packed with the necessities and your gut was filled with nerve and hope. You began driving to the clubhouse. It was late at night, no one would be there except a couple hang arounds and him. As you pulled into the lot, you saw him leaning against his bike, backpack on and waiting for you. You couldn’t help the smile on your face, things had been so tough lately, you could see it on his face everyday but now that you knew things were about to be new, there was a fresh start on the horizon, you couldn’t help but feel the excitement masked as butterflies as you pulled in. 

“Hey!” You couldn’t contain the elation in your tone. 

Juice looked up, hadn’t even noticed you drove in, the shock was on his face as he snapped out of whatever he was thinking. 

“Hey.” His voice was the complete opposite of yours, low, succumbed. It made every ounce of anticipation in you dissipate within seconds. 

“What’s wrong?” You immediately sped up so you were in front of him, dropping your bag at your feet to lift your hands up to his face. It took more effort than you expected lifting his head up, the weakness wasn’t just displayed on Juice’s face but in his demeanor. Your heart was starting to catch on to things, it was beating rapidly as you took in his attitude, his face. It was littered in bruises and cuts, and despite the purpled and red marks on his face, his soul was the most broken. 

“I’m fine. Just waiting for you.” Juice said after a deep breath and pushing back all his thoughts and managing to put a half-assed smile on.

“I missed you.” You said smiling back and taking his cue and moving to leave a kiss on his lips. “So much.” You pulled away to whisper the next two words against his mouth but Juice was quick to fill the space. His hands moved up to cup your face, there was desperation in it, but not in a wanting you way but in a way that he wanted this to make everything better. He kissed you with purpose but you could tell it was the wrong purpose. 

As you took a breath you rested your head against his and took the opportunity to speak to him. 

“We’ve got plenty of time for this later, c’mon we should hit the road.” Quickly you grabbed his hand and bent down to grab your bag and pull him to your SUV. “You can load your bike in the trunk, there's room. I don’t know if you wanna stop by your place and pick up anything more but I left all my stuff, figured my landlord will repurpose it after I default on the rent.” You chuckled. 

As you began to walk you noticed Juice wasn’t moving, he was back to looking at the ground and as you took one more step your conjoined hands fell. 

“Juice, c’mon.” You said once which earned you a glance from him and when you repeated it, a part of you knew what was about to happen so you raised your voice in a way that was practically begging him. Begging him not to do this. To just come with you. 

“We’re not going.” Juice’s voice was barely audible and the silence between both of you became the loudest thing in the air. 

“What?” You questioned after you realized you weren’t going to be able to wrap your mind around it. 

“We’re not going.” He had managed to sit up straight now and tell you with full volume now. 

You stared at him before speaking up. “You said you’d go with me.” Your voice also at a whisper. “I lied.”

Those words cut you deeper than anything else he could have said. The space between both of you felt like two magnets repelling against each other. There was a choice you had to make at that moment and it only took seconds for you to decide. Maybe you’d regret it, or maybe he would. But either way your choice was made. 

“No, you’re not going. I’m going. You’re an idiot to stay here, Juice. You’re choosing that,” you pointed to his face, “over starting new?” There was so much more to what you meant. Juice was choosing a life of violence, of deterioration, of constant heartbreak over a life of love, of growth, of happiness. There was no convincing him, if the actions you showed him were no match for the actions the club showed him, your words would mean nothing. 

“C’mon, don’t be like that.” Just like that he was back to the boy who had begged you to go with him, begged you to stay with him through this shit. None of it mattered. None of it ever mattered. 

“This is it, Juice. Either you come with me, or we’re done.”  You stepped back, that magnet repulsion still in high effect. 

That was it. It had been 3 years since that night, since you saw Juice. You didn’t exactly leave Charming, but you did make it a point to avoid any sign, trace, or mention of the club. It helped that you lived on the outskirts and decided to do all your errands in Morada. It proved to be successful, until today. 

As you walked around the convenient store, eyes on the shelves you bumped into someone, the apologies came pouring out from your mouth as you gathered the things that fell on the ground. 

“No, sorry, that was my fault, I wasn’t paying attention.” There was slight humor in the tone of the voice you knew so well that your heart stopped while you looked up at him, all the misstrewn groceries in your arms now as you stood up. Both of you staring at each other as the realization hit. 

He looked different. His hair was grown out, he had a mustache, a beard. Out of instinct, your eyes moved down to see he wasn’t wearing the kutte. I didn’t necessarily mean he was out of the club, but it did make your mind wander. 

“Hey.” His voice softened and he looked down at the groceries in your hand realizing what you had was mixed in with his items. “Uh, sorry.” He smiled in a way that melted you and pointed to something in your hand. “That’s mine.” 

You looked down to see his favorite snack nuzzled in between your groceries. “Oh.” You laughed back and adjusted your grip so you could hand him the bag. “Still love the honey barbeque twists.” You joked as your hands touched and you both pulled away instantly. 

“How are you?” Both of you spoke at the same time and laughed awkwardly. Juice pointed to you wanting you to speak first.

“I’m good. Y’know. Livin’ the dream.” You laughed awkwardly again. “You?” 

“Yea I’m good, just traveling back home.” He nodded. 

“No kutte.” You couldn’t help yourself as you brought up the lack of apparel. 

Juice was confused and looked down. “Oh, yea the trip was lowkey, just me and–” 

“Me.” Jax’s voice was smug as ever and it made you turn your attention to see him smiling and going to pull you into a hug. “Long time no see.” 

“Yea, been a minute.” You felt very uncomfortable but were going to see this through. 

“I’ll let you two catch up, I’ll be out by the bikes.” Jax smirked at Juice and winked at you before squeezing your shoulder as a goodbye. 

“Glad to see you two worked your shit out.” You said to Juice as Jax left the store. 

“Oh, yea, it's gotten better.” Juice tensed up and you could clock that shit from a mile away still.  

“Well, I gotta go, but it was nice seeing you.” Was it a lie? Was it the truth? You weren’t sure, but it was the polite thing to say. Juice agreed and stepped to the side to let you start walking down the aisle near check out. As you reached the end of the aisle about to turn down the next he spoke up causing you to turn to look at him. 

“I thought you left town? That night, you said you were gonna leave, I thought you left.” 

You could tell he was trying to wrap his head around this, seeing you. You knew he likely spent late nights awake thinking about it, about you, he might have looked different but he was the same Juice that you left in the Sons lot all those years ago. Which is why you didn’t want to leave anymore hope there, for either of you. You could see the hope in his eyes, that you were back, that maybe you could see eachother again, that you came back for him. All of that let you decide to break both of your hearts all over again by repeating the two words that determined both of your fates 3 years ago and keep walking away. 

“I lied.” 

[vulgar-display-of-escapism]

But hear me out:

Season 1/2 Juice

Creeper Boy

and You

on a roadtrip

But

There was only one bed.

[idorkish]

Juice Ortiz - SOA - Masterlist

💋 = SMUT, 18+ only  😱 = Angst  😂 = Comedy 😍 = Fluff 😨 = Suspense

Day Gets better  😱

5 Days, 9 Hours, 36 minutes  💋

[bullet-prooflove]

🌹🌹🌹

It’s one in the morning when you call Juice from a payphone outside of the roadside motel. It’s the first place you’ve stopped since you hit the road almost four hours ago. The sheets are clean and the doors double locks, it’s all you can ask for tonight.

“Are you safe?” Is the first question he asks when he picks up the phone.

Goodbye: Juan 'Juice' Ortiz x Reader - Out Friday

[juancarlos-ortiz]

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

Request:

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

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

Word Count: 1984 words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[theplumsoldier]

what dating juice would include:

warning: 18+

he’s a gentleman, no secret really

at first at least

when y’all get into bed (and other places) it’s a whole other story

but we will get to that later

he is the kind to hold the door

the type of man who will show he loves you through soft affection

that’s passionate kisses, hand-holding, back-rubs, hair-petting, drawing you a bath; that kinda thing

and he doesn’t care for pda

like, if he wants to kiss you, he will kiss you

in fact, he wants people to know you’re with him

so if he feels another’s eyes on you, he will put on a show for ‘em

juice is also the kind of person who will share everything with you

it’s no secret he has had a rough past

depression, suicidal tendencies, and so on

and he confides in you his background, finds comfort in having a kind soul to trust

but it’s the smaller thing, too

he also shares his fries when you decide you’re not that hungry before ordering, he will let you, actually encourage, you to wear his shirts, and he doesn’t mind a single bit when you put on his cologne only to savour his signature scent when he’s away

then there’s the bedroom deal

and let me tell you, it’s a deal alright

quickies, you do those, but juice likes to take his time to appreciate you, worship your body

it’s usually not your bed--that’s for sleeping; everywhere else, however, is duable

imagine the “breaking in” you will have to do when you move into a house together fuuu

he will praise you:

“ya treat me so well, princess. always so, so good to me, huh?” he will say while relentlessly pounding into your cunt, tears brimming in your eyes, on the verge of cumming around his thick cock

and then right before you come, he will slip out of you, put his fingers between your legs and vigorously rub at your clit

then juice will have you lie down; on the couch, dinner table, kitchen island--it doesn’t matter. and he will drink from your generous, glistening pussy like he had walked the desert for days on end

he will clean you up afterwards, too. carry you to the shower, if that’s what you want, or simply bring you a warm washcloth

juice is then a gentleman once again

[babscreations]

[crimsonheart01]

Hi bby. Hope you’re doing okay! Could i get one for Juice Ortiz? Please, i just need some love and fluff and to feel somewhat cared for. Thanks lovely.

Hello my love! I’m doing fantastic, thank you 🙏🏼 💖 I hope all is well with you 😊

Hey baby! I hope you took my advice and slept in. That’s what weekends are for, right? I ran out to the bakery on the corner and Left some of your favourite pastries on the counter. I’m sorry I had to take off this morning. Club business, y’know? I promise to make it up to you. We’ll spend a whole day in bed. Nothing but us, sole snacks and Netflix. I have to get off the phone now but I’ll call you again when on my way back home. - Juice

[therealcalicali]

I'm sorry but who is Juice??😂

OMG. You're in for a treat. Juice is Juice Ortiz from Sons of Anarchy.😍