#juice soa fic

[tinyshyteacup]

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

A Charming Detour - Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

He blinks, processing, and then—

“Oh! Uh—hey! Hi! —do you need help?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The other guys in the garage exchange knowing smirks.

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

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

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

Be cool. Be charming. Be suave.

You climb in, and he immediately starts talking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’s so wrong.

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

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

You blink. “That’s the good news?”

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

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

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

“I could drive you!”

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

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

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

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

He stops himself, forcing his brain to slow down.

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

You blink up at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Juice glares. “Shut up.”

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

He really, really hopes you call.

[brunettemarionette]

𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 😈 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞.

💜femalemechanic!reader x sons of anarchy

🔮summary. When you first got hired at Teller-Morrow, you thought you'd just be turning wrenches and fixing bikes, but it quickly became obvious that you're the new favorite around here.

But when a customer gets too bold and puts hands on you, suddenly everyone is reminded you're untouchable when the guys step in.

🌙t.w. Sexual Harassment. Threats of Violence. Intimidation. Mild Language/Crude Remarks. Physical Confrontation

✨wc. 1.1k

This post is what inspired this little femalemechanic!reader series I'm going to do so reblogs, comments and feedback are very highly appreciated. Please feel free to send ideas my way or inbox me (even if just for anonymous feedback). Hope you all enjoy!

The sound of wrenches clinking and engines rumbling filled the air at Teller-Morrow, the familiar scent of oil and grease clinging to your skin like a second layer.

The shop had quickly become a second home to you, though you still didn't fully understand the club's inner workings. What you did understand, however, was that the Sons of Anarchy seemed to take an unusual interest in your presence.

At first, you chalked it up to them being friendly.

Jax, for instance, always seemed to be around when you needed something though, in hindsight, you never actually asked for help. "Need a hand with that, darlin'?" he'd offer, even if all you were doing was tightening a bolt. He'd lean against a nearby workbench, arms crossed, watching with an amused smirk.

It was nice that they were all so willing to help, even if it sometimes felt like you had too many supervisors at once.

Opie had a similar habit of being conveniently nearby. He never lingered as obviously as Jax, but he was always nearby. "Just grabbing this," he'd say, reaching for a tool, rag, or something completely unnecessary. He'd stick around longer than needed, watching with that unreadable expression of his.

Then there was Tig. He had no concept of personal space; that much was clear. "Damn, girl," he'd say, leaning way too close for someone who didn't need to be in your workspace. "You sure you weren't born to work on bikes? 'Cause I swear, watching you turn a wrench is the highlight of my day."

You'd roll your eyes, laughing it off. Tig was just like that with everyone.

Even Chibs and Juice had their own ways of hovering. Chibs would tease, calling you lass and finding ways to keep you engaged in conversation, while Juice, sweet but a little awkward tried to get your attention with random trivia or stupid bets with the other guys.

And then there was Happy, who'd just silently walk into your work area and take a seat, watching as you tinker, all while moving that toothpick around in his mouth before stalking off again wordlessly a while later.

It was all a little overwhelming, but you figured this was just how the Sons were—flirty, overprotective, and oddly competitive with each other. Besides, it was nice to feel included. You'd never had this kind of easy camaraderie before in this environment, and you weren't about to question it.

Gemma, on the other hand, saw right through them. She watched it all unfold with a knowing smirk, arms crossed like a mother watching her kids make fools of themselves.

Even Clay seemed amused by the way the guys found excuses to be around you. "Bunch of idiots," he muttered one afternoon, shaking his head as Jax and Juice argued over who got to hand you a wrench before Happy silently handed one to you.

Gemma chuckled. "Let 'em have their fun."

You, of course, remained blissfully unaware that you were the fun.

That all changed the day a customer got a little too comfortable.

You were at the front of the shop, wiping your hands on a rag as you explained the details of a tune-up to a man who had just brought in his car. He was middle-aged, maybe in his late forties, with a cocky smirk that immediately set off warning bells, not that you noticed.

Smiling politely, you handed him the clipboard, explaining the breakdown and keeping your tone professional. "So, with the labor and parts, you're looking at about—"

"You got a pretty face for a mechanic," He interrupted, looking you up and down.

You blinked partly in shock at his audacity and the other in surprise he was so bold in his words. "Uh, thanks?" You tried to steer the conversation back. You were used to men either hitting on you or speaking down to you. "So, if you're good with this, we can—"

"You sure you wanna be doing this?" He smirked, leaning in slightly. "Seems like a waste. A girl like you should be doing something... prettier. A pretty girl like yourself should have a guy taking care of her."

You felt your stomach twist, your grip tightening on the clipboard, trying not to yell at the customer. "I like what I do," you said, clearing your throat and trying to keep your voice even. "Now, if you're good with the estimate—"

He didn't let you finish as his hand slid to your waist, fingers pressing just enough to make your skin crawl. "Come on, sweetheart," he drawled. "maybe I could take you out sometime. Show you what it's like to be treated right. Show you how a real man—"

The hand was gone before you could react. One second, the guy was standing too close, and the next, he was stumbling backward, Jax's fist curled in his collar. The sound of the impact—fabric twisting, shoes scuffing against the concrete—was sharp, final.

Jax's voice was low, dangerous. "You touch her again, you're leavin' in a body bag."

The shop had gone silent. Tools were set down, and chairs scraped against the floor as Tig, Opie, and Juice moved in. Chibs cracked his knuckles, and Happy—who still hadn't said a word—was now staring the guy down with an intensity that made your stomach drop.

The customer, who had, up until now, been cocky and self-assured, realized too late that he had made a very big mistake. His hands shot up in surrender. "Hey, man, it was just a—"

"Get the hell out," Jax snapped, taking a step closer. "Now."

The man didn't hesitate. He turned and practically ran out of the shop, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process, leaving his car behind without a second thought. The moment he was gone, the tension snapped like a rubber band.

It took you a second to realize you were still holding the clipboard in a death grip. You exhaled, forcing yourself to loosen your fingers. Opie was suddenly in front of you; his usual stoic expression softened. "You okay?"

You blinked at him, still processing what just happened. "Uh, yeah. I mean... that was a little intense."

Tig grinned, but there was still something dangerous in his expression. "Welcome to the family, sweetheart. No one touches what's ours."

You frowned at that. "Ours?"

Jax smirked, running a hand through his hair like he hadn't just threatened a man's life. "Don't think too hard about it, darlin'."

You did think about it. For about two seconds. And then you shrugged, figuring it was just their way of saying they had your back, but one thing was clear—this wasn't just a job anymore. These guys weren't just co-workers. They were family, and they had just made one thing very clear.

You are untouchable.

[cregansgf]

I was wondering if you could do something with a teen sister reader and happy or juice, platonically. Maybe it could be like a lockdown and they had to bring her and no one knew she existed until then.

If you don’t want to write this just ignore it.

hi anon! ofc i can, i love this request! I hope you enjoy and feel free to send some more requests❕

Mini Killa {H.L.}

Warnings: fluff, swearing, age isn’t stated but reader is around 17, horrible writing

sister reader x happy

“You have to come with me to the clubhouse.” Happy murmured grabbing Y/n’s bag and putting some of her things inside

“What? Why? I thought you didn’t want them to know about me.” Y/n replied watching him pick up her pink bunny giving it a funny look before putting it in the the backpack before zipping it up.

He turned to look at her before holding out the bag. “That’s not true.” he responded keeping his words short. “It was always safer for you this way, until now. Come on.” He finished not giving her any time to respond before he left her room and headed outside.

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Y/n hopped off Happy’s bike taking off her helmet and handing it to him. She looked around seeing tons of cars and other bikes in the lot. Her nerves starting to strike.

Happy noticed and placed a hand on her shoulder. before nudging her slightly so she started walking. When they walked inside all eyes immediately turned to them some small gasps being let out when they saw Happy with somebody.

“Brother.” A blonde man with longer hair smiled looking down at Y/n “who’s this?”

“I’m Y/n.” She replied giving the man a smile.

“Jax.” He looked between them

“Jax, this is my sister.” Happy finally spoke up shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“Sister?” Jax questioned his jaw slightly dropping “Guys! Happy has a sister.” Jax practically shouted looking at the others.

Y/n started fiddling with her fingers at all the attention she was suddenly getting. Happy could tell she was getting nervous and decided to speak up. “Y/n why don’t we get you settled in my room yeah?” She just nodded eagerly at his words.

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The guys watched as something pissed Y/n off and she immediately snapped like Happy usually does.

“Damn, like brother like sister.” Juice snorted as she flipped off the person she was playing against in pool.

“Kinda hot.” Tig blurted the guys instantly giving him dirty looks.

Happy immediately turned in his seat giving Tig the nastiest look as he rolled the toothpick in his mouth. “Run.” He muttered.

Tigs eyes widened as he stood from his seat and started sprinting towards the door shouting apologies as Happy started chasing him, the guys dying of laughter as they all watched the scene unfold.

“Let’s hope he doesn’t kill him.” Y/n giggled walking over to the guys as she watched Tig scream like a little girl still running. “Last time he did that i had to help cover it up.” She joked.

Juice slowly backed away from her “Woah, Mini Killa.”

[etclouie]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“arch your back for me”

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

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

“that’s it, cum for me”

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

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

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

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

“mhm hi”

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

“hi Juice”

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

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

“give me five and we can go again”

reblogs are highly appreciated !

[ravennaortiz]

What Are You Doing?

Summary: When you enter his dorm room without knocking one day a Juices dirty little secret comes to light. As always 18+

Pulling into the Teller-Morrow lot you waved at Tig and Chibs as you parked. Laughing as they both blew you kisses. Life had changed for you almost a year ago when you were moving into your new home. You had heard a woman’s screams from your next door neighbor’s house about the time a man darted across in front of you almost knocking you down. At the time you hadn’t thought much of the man but had darted into your new neighbor’s home without thought. You had found a hysterical woman sobbing on the floor as a young guy in a leather motorcycle cut bled out from a wound to his abdomen. Without thinking you went into your work mindset, working to stem the bleeding as you tried to get the woman to call for help. Later on you would come to find out this woman was a doctor at the local hospital as well as the wife to the President of Charming’s notorious motorcycle club Sons of Anarchy.

Ever since that fateful day where you somehow managed to help save their Prospect the Sons had taken you in as your own. You had the best security system for free, repairs on your car at little to no cost, issues with your computer your crush Juice was taking care of it. Some guy giving you issues? Yeah taken care of. You were so welcomed in that you kept a few spare pieces of clothes here just in case. The amount of times yours had been soaked in blood and other shit had taught you a thing or two. Which is what brought you in today. You had been on your way to the weekly brunch with the Old Ladies when someone had cut you off and you spilled your ice coffee all over your white dress, soaking it an your panties.

Glancing at your phone you frowned. Juice still hadn’t responded to your text about if you could grab a set of clothes from his room. Making your way to the door you figured he wouldn’t care if you went in his room. Its not like you were going to do anything but change clothes which he had told you that you could keep in one of his dresser drawers.

“What happened to you?” laughed Jax as you strolled in still dripping coffee. “Looks like you had an accident darling”. His blue eyes twinkling with amusement as Opie sat next to him trying not to laugh.

“Shut it Teller” you replied as you flipped him off making Opie laugh harder. “Is Juice around? I need to change clothes obviously but didn’t wanna just go into his room without permission.

“Rude but I’m pretty sure he’s still here. Might have his headphones on.” Replied Jax as Opie nodded.

“Guess he could have went out the back” added Opie with a shrug. “I’m sure he wouldn’t care if you went in though” he added as Jax nodded before you made your way past them and to the hallway that led to the dorm rooms.

You were surprised the door was cracked but you could hear Juice inside so you pushed the door open. Your eyes landing on the naked body on his bed. Your eyes widened as you watched him stroke himself with a pair of pink lace panties wrapped firmly around his huge, leaking cock. His hips snapping up powerfully as he groaned. Your eyes trialed from his cock up his muscular thighs, swallowing hard as you took in every detail of definition and muscle that was usually hidden from you. Up to his chest shiny with a light layer of sweat that had you wanting to run your tongue along, nipping and sucking at his tattoos. All the way to his face that was covered in another pair of black lace panties. You could hear him inhale deeply as he muttered a clear fuck and then your name spilled from his mouth.

“What are you doing?” you blurted out, cheeks hot as it hit you he was jerking off to the thought of you and the sneaky suspicion those panties were  yours.

“Fuck” Juice yelled as he bolted upright. His eyes wide as the panties on his face fell onto his abs as he met yours in horror. “I can explain” he stated as he tried to cover himself sending more panties flying as he yanked his sheet up.

“Are those mine Juice?” you asked your voice low and head tilted.

Juice rubbed his face trying to get his mind off his throbbing dick so he could answer you. “I…they….it’s not…..fuck. Yes.” He answered devastated as he buried his face in his hands. Shame and embarrassment heavy. “I swear I’ve always replaced every pair I use. Like I have never came in a pair and let your wear them. I would never be gross or disrespectful like that.” He continued as he dared a glance at you.

You nodded as you processed what he had said. Another question at the tip of your tongue but you were too nervous to ask. So instead you asked a different one. “What do you do when you’re done with them?”

“Juice groaned as he flopped back on his bed. “You can’t tell the guys. Promise me?” he asked knowing it was bold of him to ask that of you when he still had a pair of your panties wrapped around his cock.

“I won’t” you reply as you step closer to his bed. Hands playing with your dress.

“I flush them” Juice said quietly.

“So you have been doing this for awhile with women’s panties?” you asked voice light with amusement as you thought about all of Bobbys bitching about people flushing panties.

“No.. yes… only yours. I only use yours to get off….only yours get me off” explained Juice as he kept his face hidden with his hands as he laid back on his bed. He was mentally kicking himself for not only not checking the door was locked but also for starting this stupid thing in the first place.

You nodded as you pulled your dress over your head letting it fall to the floor. “Wanna feel the real thing?” you asked quietly as your hand yanked the blanket from him making him bolt up. Eyes wide as he took in your mostly naked form, sans the panties and heels you wore.

“Please” replied Juice as he nodded. Watching you crawl onto the bed, leaving kisses up his left thigh to the base of his cock. He groaned as you left feather light kisses up it and to the tip, biting his lip as you moaned at the taste of his precum as you licked it. Continuing to kiss up his chest to his lips as you rubbed your panty clad pussy against his cock. After kissing him you leaned back and raised your hips, pulling your panties to the side as you slowly sank down on him.

“Fuck” moaned Juice as his hands gripped your hips, eyes watching himself disappear into you. Your walls fluttering around his length. Giving yourself a moment to adjust to him you closed your eyes and let your head loll back before they snapped open at a voice from behind you. Your eyes met amused blue ones.

“I’ll tell my mom you are okay and won’t be making it.” Chuckled Jax before he shut the door and started speaking into his phone.

Juice started to speak but you cut him off as you started to rock your hips slowly. Within a few minutes you were bouncing hard on his cock as he pumped his seed deep inside you, letting it and you’re cum flow between your bodies. Neither of you wanting to stop now that you had finally given in to desire.

[sogoodtoheritsvicious]

one direction

harry styles

zayn malik

louis tomlinson

niall horan

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f1

oscar piastri

lando norris

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ted lasso

roy kent

sam obisanya

jamie tartt

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son’s of anarchy

jax teller

juice ortiz

chibs telford

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mayans mc

angel reyes

ez reyes

[marleyelona]

LADY OF THE REAPER

ONE

[ The Devil Wears Stilettos! ]

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THE CLICKING OF SIX INCH STILETTO HEELS AGAINST THE HARDWOOD FLOORS echoed through the clubhouse as all eyes landed on the dark haired beauty, who had entered the musky establishment. The scent of sweat, tobacco, stale beer and the pungent smell of pussy filled her senses, making her scrunch up her nose in disgust. 

Everything went still as she approached. The murmured voices came to a halt, the background music became static, while the men's jaws dropped and eyes bulged out of their heads. The croweaters' eyes instinctively narrowed and some even went as far as muttered some snarky remark under their breath. The woman seemed to hear them as a sly smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.

She exuded perfection and class, wearing confidence like a charmed bracelet. Her short brown curls flowed perfectly over her shoulders. Her olive skin glistened under the dim lights over the bar. But the thing that usually drew people in was her big, brown eyes and button nose, which she enhanced with her skilful hands and a make-up brush—going for the more natural look. 

"Who's that?" Tara whispered to Gemma, who sat beside her, while she held Thomas against her chest. 

Gemma let out a slight scoff as she barely glanced over at the woman, before turning back round in her chair, bringing her coffee mug up to her lips and taking a sip as the warmth flowed through her, "That...that's who we call Satan's first lady. She's trouble wrapped in a pretty package. If I were you I stay clear of that one." 

As the brunette past the matriarch, she ever-so-slightly nodded her head to the older woman, who acknowledged her with a sarcastic smile, which only made her grin properly form on her Iips as she made her way through the crowd, who have now went back to what they were doing, but some eyes still lingered on the woman's perfectly curved frame, until she reached Happy Lowman. 

"Where is he?" she demanded, her tone carrying sharp authority. Her hand rested on her hip as she held her head high, not showing one ounce of fear as she faced the Tacoma killer. 

Happy simply stared up at her, seemingly unbothered as he moved the tooth pick around in his mouth, giving her a simple shrug and grunt. 

The woman's features hardened, "Look, I don't care if he is deep in some whore's pussy right now, I need to see him." 

A sigh left Happy's lips as he noticed the slight glint of a tear forming. Standing up, her waved off the prospects' protests, "Don't look at my cards," he rasped, sending them all a threatening look that was enough to send chills down their spines, before dumping his cards down on the table, and making his way around the coffee table over to the woman. Placing a hand on her lower back, he led her over to the hall, leading up to the dorms. 

She didn't mind the placement of his hand, it felt friendly, familiar, not at all sleazy. Because back in the day, they used to be pretty close friends—but that was a long time ago. 

So, she allowed him to lead her all the way to the end of the hall to Tig's dorm room, "It's good to see you, sweetheart," Happy murmured, pressing his lips against her forehead, before gently rubbing her shoulder as he walked away, leaving her standing there, staring at the closed door. Her eyes scanned over the small cracks in the worn wood, trying to focus on anything but the unmistakable sounds of a girl moaning, as well as the creaking of the old mattress that probably hadn't been changed in decades and the familiar pleasurable grunt of her husband filling her ears.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she took a deep breath, composing herself, before she reached for the handle, her fingers wrapping over the oval shape, twisting the knob and pushing it open only to be met with a scene, that even though she was expecting it, made her blood boil. 

Tig lay back against the headboard, his hands gripping the hips of a young blonde woman, and from the absence of stretch marks and wrinkles on her bare back, she had to be in her early twenties at most. The girl, who was young enough to be his daughter, was straddling his waist as she rode him like she was competing in a rodeo. Her hair flying around in a tangled mess, her nails digging into his chest as her head snapped back, and a loud moan slipped from her lips and bounced off the four walls of the dorm room. 

Announcing her arrival, she slammed the door behind her. Tig's eyes met her stern gaze as she crossed her arms over her chest. 

"Annalise?" he breathed out, his breath hitching in his throat at the sight of the most beautiful woman in the world—at least in his world anyway. 

Tig immediately shoved the girl off him, causing her to fall to floor in a thud. His eyes widened, his head snapping to the side as he peeped over the edge of the bed to check on her, "Sorry, baby," he whispered, before his gaze landed back on his wife, who had barely moved a muscle, her stern gaze refused to falter. 

"You know, knocking is a thing, right?" The blonde groaned, pushing herself to her feet, placing her hands on her hips, not giving a damn that her chest was on full display. But Elise paid her no mind. "Who the fuck is this?" she snarled, her gaze turning to Tig when she received no acknowledgement from the older woman, who looked extremely good for her age. 

Tig sighed, casually reclining back against the headboard, "She's my wife," he announced, his eyes never leaving Elise's beautiful brown orbs that held a fire that could even tame him. 

"Ex-wife," she corrected, a smug smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. 

Tig matched her grin, chuckling to himself as he shook his head in amusement, "Ah, technically we're not divorced, beautiful." 

Elise's eyes narrowed at the smug bastard that she was still legally married to, "Because someone won't sign the bloody divorce papers!" she snapped, her composure finally cracking, she hated that—how much he got under her skin. But what she hated more was that he knew, and he loved it. 

Finally, Elise's attention went to the crow eater awkwardly still standing in the room, "Leave," she ordered, motioning with her head to the door. 

The young twenty year old with the flawless body that would make any woman jealous, didn't argue with the woman that held the threatening aura of authority, quickly throwing her clothes on and exiting the room so quickly she almost tripped over her own feet. 

"So, where'd you find her?" Elise asked, gracefully sitting down on the edge of the bed, delicately flattening down the cotton sheets, scrunching up her nose as she pulled a black g-string out from under her thigh with two fingers, tossing it aside like it held some sort of disease. 

This amused Tig, a chuckle rumbling through his chest, "Club hang around." 

"Ah..." Elise nodded in understanding. 

Tig shuffled down the bed, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder, immediately her familiar scent filled his nostrils as he closed his eyes taking in the feeling of having her in his arms again, "Don't judge, baby," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, while his warm breath hit the sensitive spot on her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. "Remember how we met?" 

Elise's eyes closed as she instinctively leaned back against him, allowing the familiar warmth engulf her, "In my defence, I only ever wanted you," she said, turning her head slightly, and their eyes locked and the familiar electrical pull they always felt toward each other was still there—and Elise hated that. 

Tig reached up to caress her cheek as he admired her soft features, "You look good, baby." 

And she did. She wore a tight fitted, red dress that reached her ankles with a long slit up one side that finished just below the outline of her lace panties. And of course, she was sporting her classic stiletto heels to match. 

The spell was broken in an instant, "Don't call me that," she hissed, pushing his hand away from her face as she went to stand. 

But before she could, Tig grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, pushing her down on the mattress and pinning her there with his hand wrapped around her neck, a certain body part pressing into her inner thigh, "Then what do you want me to call you? Huh?" 

Elise swallowed the large lump that formed his her throat at the close proximity of their bodies. Their lips were inches apart, and his warm breath against hers set her skin on fire. 

Tig knew what he was doing, a smug smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, while his hand wandered up the slit of her dress, making her shiver, "When's the last time a man touched you the way you like to he touched?" 

"A-awhile..." she croaked, her voice getting caught in her throat as her breathing picked up as Tig's free hand moved her panties aside, giving him access to her heat, his fingers agonisingly slowly brushed against her clit. 

Suddenly, Tig's eyes darkened as his hand that was wrapped around her neck travelled down to her chin, his fingers wrapped around it and he roughly pulled her into a hungry kiss. 

The kiss was aggressive, his tongue immediately meeting hers as their lips moulded together like two warriors looking for a fight. His teeth pierced her cherry lips, drawing blood as he devoured the taste of her, all the while, his fingers were relentlessly working their magic on her core, eliciting deep, animal like moans from the woman struggling to keep herself composed. 

But as Tig's fingers slid into her tight folds, her eyes shot open and she shoved him so hard off her he stumbled back into a nearby wall, "Jesus Christ," she hissed, wiping her mouth with her hand, trying to remove some of the smudged lipstick, but only managing to smear it across her rosy cheeks. "I'm not here for that." 

Tig glared at her as he pushed himself to his feet, throwing on his discarded shirt, his kutte sitting draped of a chair behind Elise, "Then why'd you come, huh?" he asked, his tone sharpened with frustration—he needed some form release.

It wasn't unusual for the couple to play a twisted game like this. To keep things interesting in their marriage they had come up with a game where Tig would bring a good looking girl back to his dorm, usually one of the newest crow eaters, or some dumb bimbo from the club and as things got heated, Elise would storm in, catching her husband in the act and throw the unexpecting target out on her ass. Filled with adrenaline and a lustful need for one another, the couple would proceed to fuck each other's brains out, not giving a damn who might hear. But that was all over now. 

"I'm not signing no fucking papers," Tig sneered, pulling on his pants and doing up his belt. "You're my wife!" 

Elise sighed, "It's Gracie..." she started to say, her voice strained with emotion as she lowered her head. 

Tig noticing this, approached, cupping her chin and gently lifting her head, his eyes bore into hers. A sigh left his lips as he noticed the tears that welled like a pool inside her orbits, "Baby, what's wrong?" His features and tone softened instantly. "What's happened? Please, tell me." 

Elise Trager never cried, well, at least not in front of people. She wasn't one to show emotion around others, not wanting them to see her as weak. So, as her husband, Tig knew something must be seriously wrong for her to look this broken. 

Elise couldn't answer his question as a sob escaped her lips and her head dropped onto his shoulder. Tig didn't wait a second, his arms wrapping around her shaking form. She clung to him like he was her lifeline, her cries filling the room, making Tig's heart ache as he held her close, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her tears soaking the collar of his dark blue button-up. 

"It's gonna be okay, baby," Tig cooed, running his fingers through her hair soothingly. "I'm right here." 

Tig's mind raced with all the awful possibilities that could of caused such a heartbreaking sight, but he wasn't going to question his wife in this state. He just needed to comfort her—be there for her. And when she was ready, she would tell him. Tig just had this feeling that whatever it was...it was bad, and nothing was ever going to be the same again. 

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[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."

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SONS OF ANARCHY

Chibs Telford

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Rats

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Leather & Lace

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Call Back pt. 1

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Call Back pt. 2

Happy Lowman

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Warmth

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Bad Girlfriend

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Revenge

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Miss Me

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Familiar Faces

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Far Fetched Dreams

Tig Trager

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Trash

Juice Ortiz

Nothing here yet - coming soon

Opie Winston

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Rekindle

STRANGER THINGS

Dmitri Antonov

[tinyshyteacup]

Tw: cussing, threats, canonical racism (for story purposes only, author does not condone racism), firearms, white supremacists.

Part 27

A Charming Detour - Part 28

Juice woke up with a weight in his chest.

It wasn’t new.

That pressure, that tightness—he’d been carrying it since the clubhouse meeting, since Zobelle’s men started slithering around Charming like they owned the place. Since they looked at you at the garage the other day.

But he saw it.

The way they watched you.

And fuck, it made him sick.

He had to do something.

Which was why, barely awake, half dressed, and still sitting up in bed, Juice was already running a hand through his fauxhawk, shifting restlessly as he rambled.

"So, uh—babe—" He cleared his throat, glancing at you as you blinked sleepily at him. "You, uh—you ever shoot a gun before?"

You frowned, still groggy. "What?"

"A gun," Juice repeated quickly. "You ever, like—y’know, hold one? Point it? Aim? Squeeze the trigger?"

You blinked at him. "... do I look like I've shot guns ?."

Juice winced.

"Right. Okay. Cool, cool—uh, no big deal, obviously, just—y’know—" His fingers drummed frantically against his knee. "Probably a good idea for you to, uh—just in case. Not that you need to, but—"

You sat up slowly, tilting your head. "Juice."

"It’s nothing, babe, I swear—"

"Why are you freaking out?"

Juice froze.

"I’m not freaking out," he lied instantly, forcing a laugh that was about as convincing as a paper-thin alibi. "I just—uh. Thought it’d be fun? Like a date? A—uh—gun date?"

You gave him a look.

Juice swallowed.

"Baby," you murmured, touching his arm gently. "What’s wrong?"

Juice melted—just a little.

Because your voice was soft. Worrying about him, even when you were the one at risk.

"Nothing’s wrong," he said again, but this time softer. His hand slid over yours, squeezing lightly. "I just—wanna make sure you’re safe, okay? Humor me?"

You hesitated, but then nodded. "Yea, Okay."

And just like that, Juice breathed.

A little easier.

But not much.

"Alright, baby, this is your piece."

Juice set the pistol down in your hands, watching carefully as your fingers curled around it.

"Okay," he murmured. "First thing—keep your finger off the trigger till you’re ready to shoot, alright?"

You nodded quickly, brows furrowing as you focused.

Juice bit his lip.

Because—fuck, he hated this.

Hated how wrong it looked, seeing you holding a gun. You weren’t built for this—you were kind, you'd only ever been gentle you where too good for this kind of shit.

But those bastards—Zobelle’s men? They didn’t care.

And if it ever came down to it, Juice would rather have you ready.

He had an obligation to protect you.

Even if it meant teaching you something he never wanted you to have to use.

"Okay, babe, legs apart—"

You did as he said.

Juice smirked, nudging your foot with his boot. "A little wider—yeah, that’s good. Look at you go, babe."

You snorted, shaking your head. "Shut up."

"What? It’s true!" Juice grinned, trying to keep things light, fun. "Just sayin’—you look hot with a gun, babe. Like, real badass. Bonnie n’ Clyde type shit."

You laughed, but Juice caught the way your hands trembled slightly as you adjusted your grip.

His stomach tightened.

"Hey—" He leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. "You got this. I promise. Just listen to me, okay?"

You nodded, exhaling slowly, shifting your feet slightly in the dirt.

Juice fought the urge to pull you into his chest and tell you none of this was necessary.

That he’d protect you.

That he’d never let those bastards get close enough for you to need this skill.

But he didn’t say any of that.

Because he couldn’t promise it.

"Okay, baby—breathe in…"

You inhaled, steadying yourself.

"Exhale…"

Your breath left you in a slow, controlled release.

Juice nodded. "Now—squeeze, don’t pull."

The shot cracked through the air.

Juice’s heart slammed against his ribs.

"Babe!" Juice grinned, grabbing your wrist as he pointed. "Holy shit, you hit it!"

"Well would you look at that" you grinned, proud of yourself.

"Yeah! Baby, that was awesome—" He wrapped his arms around you instantly, laughing as he spun you slightly. "Told you you could do it!"

You laughed breathlessly. "That was so loud!"

"Right?!" Juice grinned, pressing his forehead against yours. "But you did it, babe. I’m so fucking proud of you right now."

The late morning air was crisp, laced with the scent of fresh coffee and asphalt warming under the California sun. You had only stepped out to run a few errands—nothing unusual.

A quick stop at the corner store for some basics, then maybe a detour to grab Juice his favorite snacks.

Simple.

Easy.

Until it wasn’t.

You noticed them as soon as you stepped out of the store.

Three men, lingering near the curb, leaning against a sleek black sedan. They looked out of place—buttoned-up shirts, neatly pressed jeans, the kind of clean-cut appearance that would’ve seemed harmless if not for the way they watched you.

Their eyes tracked you as you adjusted the bag in your arms, and a cold shiver ran down your spine before you even fully understood why.

Then one of them—tall, blonde, his smirk sharp as a knife—pushed off the car.

"Well, look what we got here," he drawled. "Mrs Ortiz."

Your stomach dropped.

You didn’t know much about the club’s dealings, but you knew hate when you saw it—Zobelle. His people. The ones who had been stirring up trouble for weeks, the ones SAMCRO was already on edge about.

And now, they knew you.

"Didn’t get a good look at ya last time," the blonde continued, taking a slow, deliberate step forward. "But now? Yeah, I see it. What the hell’s a pretty little thing like you doing married to a goddamn spic?"

Your breath hitched.

The other two laughed—low, mean chuckles that made your skin crawl.

"Bet he treats you like shit," one sneered, arms crossed. "I mean, c’mon, sweetheart. You really think guys like that know how to take care of their women?"

Your hands clenched into fists, nails biting into your palms.

"I—" Your voice caught. "You don’t know anything about him."

"Bet your daddy would be real disappointed, wouldn't he?" The third man said, his voice lower than the others. "You mixing with a spic—"

"His name is Juice," you cut in, gripping your shopping bag with white knuckles.

"Oh, we know," the blonde said smoothly, taking another step. "See, sweetheart, this ain’t just some local beef. The League? We got ties. International. Straight to the Aryan Brotherhood ... with similar... concerns about racial purity. Some of them might notice a pretty face ... especially one like yours." He gestured vaguely at all of you. "—You married the wrong side."

Your blood ran cold, but you school your expression, masking the panic rising in your chest.

"What’s he got you doin’, huh? Working double shifts to put food on the table while he’s out playing gangster? You gotta be real stupid to tie yourself to a brown boy like that."

"Wouldn't want anything unfortunate to happen to you or your little wetback. Accidents occur all the time." The second man stepped closer.

"You still got time to fix your mistake. Send that beaner packing back where he belongs before things get... complicated."

"Consider this a friendly warning," the tall one said, no trace of friendliness in his voice.

"From concerned citizens. Who take care of their own—cause right now, you're betraying your kind." The third man tossed something into your bag—a photograph of you and Juice outside a local dinner the one you go to for lunch.

The words "SPIC BANGER" scrawled across it in thick red marker, you blood turned to ice.

The air thickened.

Your pulse pounded in your ears, panic clawing its way up your throat.

You needed to get away.

Now.

One of them must have read it in your face because he reached for you with a smirk twisting in his features.

Before you could think too hard about it—before fear could fully take over—you spat directly into his face.

A sharp, wet splatter landing just below his eye.

The smirk vanished.

His face darkened.

"Fucking—"

You didn’t wait to hear the rest.

Your legs moved, muscles screaming as you bolted— sneakers slamming against the pavement as you tore down the street.

"Bitch!" one of them barked behind you, but you were already gone.

Running.

Heart hammering.

The clubhouse was only a few blocks away.

You just had to make it.

The second the compound came into view, your lungs ached from the effort.

"Open up—Open up" your screamed pounding on the door.

You stumbled inside, legs weak, breath ragged "Hey—hey!" Chibs’ voice cut through the pounding in your ears as he grabbed your shoulders "What happened, lass? You alright?"

Your mouth opened, but the words wouldn’t come.

Because now that you were safe, the full weight of what just happened slammed into you.

Your hands were shaking.

Your entire body was shaking.

And then—

"Baby?"

A new voice.

One you’d know anywhere.

"Juice." You paper then resolve crumbled

The second you where inside the clubhouse, everything stopped.

His heart lurched.

Your breath came in sharp, panicked gasps, your whole frame shaking from adrenaline as you stumbled inside, eyes wide.

"Baby?" Juice shot to you so quick you swore he almost blurred.

Your where trembling. Breath coming in heavy pants, hands shaking.

Juice's hands where already moving before he even registered it, hands catching your arms, his touch light, but urgent. "What happened? Babe, talk to me—"

You just shook your head, your breath too quick, too uneven.

"I— I was— running errands, and—" You sucked in a sharp breath, "Zobelle’s men were there—"

Juice went still.

Your fingers tightened in his kutte, and you swallowed hard, trying to steady yourself. "They—"

Juice’s hands brushed up your arms, trying to keep you grounded, but when you looked up at him, eyes glassy with unshed tears, something dark curled inside him.

"They know who I am, Juice," your voice wavered. "They knew I was married to you."

His pulse pounded in his ears.

"What did they say?" His voice was low, almost too calm.

You hesitated, and that was enough to make his blood burn.

"Baby," his hand found your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin. "What did they say?"

Your voice cracked. "They called you a—"

You couldn’t even finish it.

Couldn’t say the slur.

Not out loud.

Not here.

Juice felt his entire body tense, his grip on you tightening for just a second before he forced himself to breathe.

"They gave—" You swallowed. "They ..." You pressed the photo into Juice’s hands.

His jaw locked. As the words "SPIC BANGER" in the offending marker taunted him.

You exhaled shakily, your fingers flexing against his shirt. "I spit on one of them, and I ran here. I just— I didn’t know what to—"

Juice’s grip shifted—one hand sliding to cup the back of your head, his other curling around your waist, pulling you into him before you could say another word.

"You did good, baby," he murmured, pressing a hard kiss against your hair. "You fucking ran. That’s— that’s what you do, okay? You just run— Always."

[brunettemarionette]

a series / masterlist of works based on being the only female mechanic at TM and everyone being in love with you. Reblogs, comments and feedback are very highly appreciated. Please feel free to send ideas my way or inbox me (even if just for anonymous feedback). Hope you all enjoy!

The OG Post

Being the only female mechanic at TM and everyone being in love with you.

The favorite.

A customer gets too bold and puts hands on you, suddenly everyone is reminded you're untouchable when the guys step in.

[m1dv1ghtwrites]

Teller!Reader: Most homeowners in Arizona have black lights because scorpions are bioluminescent so they would-

Juice: wait what did you just say?

Teller!Reader: scorpions?

Juice: They’re invisible?

Teller!Reader: No… thats not what the means Juice.

[etclouie]

day two — late night walks

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

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

ᯓ ꨄ︎ — word count; 598

ᯓ ꨄ︎ — a/n; i want juice so bad

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“then let’s do it”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i want the rest of my life with you”

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

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

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

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

“want to know a secret?”

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

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

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

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

“i love you Juice”

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

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

“God, i love you too”

reblogs are highly appreciated !

[ravennaortiz]

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

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

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

You Love Me. Right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Three Months Later

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Peak Ovulation”

Next Day

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

“Not good?” he inquired casually.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Its okay” you replied as you kissed him.

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

“Right” you replied as you smiled.

A year later

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

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

[cregansgf]

sorry, tiggy {J.O}

Warnings: none just cute fluff with our baby!

a/n: i could definitely make a series out of this if you guys are interested:)!

if you’d like to be tagged when i post for Juice comment or dm me!!

“You’re positive this will work?” Juice questioned, holding out the doll in his hand, looking at it weirdly.

“Yes! Tig is petrified of dolls, he so deserves this after his last prank. Plus he’s the one that started the prank war!” Y/n laughed, setting up the last of the dolls inside Tigs house.

“I can totally see why he’s scared of them now.” Juice cringed as he placed the doll by his front door. When he stood back up and looked around a smirk formed on his face “This is gonna be so good, we have to record!” Juice grinned setting up a camera he borrowed from Cara Cara, placing it behind a dish on the table.

When they heard the sound of a bike approaching Y/n grabbed Juices arm, dragging him out Tigs back door trying to contain her laugh. “Come on!” She whispered, closing the door quietly behind her.

She leaned up against the side of Tigs house, Juice at her side, the biggest smiles plastered on their faces.

All it took was the sound of Tig’s high pitched scream echoing outside for them to break out in laughter, running down the street towards where they parked their ‘getaway’ car. Knowing they were coming back shortly for the camera.

[marleyelona]

WELCOME TO...

[ SCARS TO YOUR BEAUTIFUL ]

Sons of Anarchy 

☆ 《》 ¤

'ARIYA & JAX'

Synopsis

ARIYA SAMUELS had the perfect life. Married to the love of her life, running a business with her best friend and had two amazing and loving parents.

Well, at least that's what it looked like on the outside. But the people closest to her knew the truth. They knew that Ariya's life was far from perfect. She carried scars that people couldn't see and the ones they could see were always covered up by thick layers of makeup and long sleeve clothing.

Ariya was a master of sweeping things under the rug or putting on a fake smile, pretending that everything was fine when it was far from it. It was only her best friend that knew the truth—the one person she felt she could confined in about anything without judgement or ridicule.

But that was until she met Jax Teller. At first she was reserved. But after a few frequent visits to her cafe inside St. Thomas Hospital, Ariya's walls started to disappear as she discovered that she had more in common with the biker than she first thought.

As Ariya realises she has feelings for Jax, she starts to question everything. This also causes more issues at home as her narcissistic husband becomes jealous of her new friendship, which puts more than just her life in danger.

Can Ariya escape the clutches of her abusive husband?

Scars To Your Beautiful is a story about a woman who battles her inner demons and discovers the beauty within herself. 

☆ 《》 ¤

'THE PASTRY CHEF & THE BIKER'

" There's a hope that's waiting for you in the dark.

You should know you're beautiful just the way you are. 

And you don't have to change a thing,

the world could change its heart.

No scars to your beautiful,

we're stars and we're beautiful. "

☆ 《》 ¤

SCARS TO YOUR BEAUTIFUL | (meet the cast)

ARIYA SAMUELS 

(BRENDA SONG)

24/Pastry Chef/Part Owner of Velvet Delights/Married/From Thai Decent/5'2

JACKSON "JAX" TELLER 

(CHARLIE HUNNAM)

30/Vice President of SAMCRO/Outlaw Biker/Divorced/Single Father/6'0

WILLOW BURNS 

(KAT GRAHAM)

22/Business Woman/Part Owner of Velvet Delights/Hippie/Vegatarian/Engaged/Jewish/5'2

JAMES SAMUELS

(BILL SKARSGÅRD)

28/ATF Agent/Narcissist/Mentally and Physically Abusive/Married/6'4

☆ 《》 ¤

ALSO STARRING...

SAMCRO 

(JUICE & GEMMA)

CHARMING P.D. 

(UNSER & HALE)

the rest of the Sons of Anarchy cast as their own respective characters

☆ 《》 ¤

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Sons of Anarchy. All rights go to Kurt Sutter, FX and any others that made this amazing show possible. I do, however, own my characters, Ariya, Willow and James, and any other OCs I might add in the future, along with their backstories and their storylines within the show.

GRAPHICS: I MAKE the majority of the gifs that are used throughout this book, including the ones on this page. On occasion I will use gifs I find on google. Any gifs I haven't made, all rights should go to those whom created them. I also DO the aesthetics, covers and trailers that are made.

⚠️MUST BE EIGHTEEN OR OLDER⚠️: violence, coarse language, various mental health issues, narcissistic disorder, anxiety disorder, depression, toxic relationships, domestic violence, cheating, violence against women, criminal activity, guns, attempted murder, murder, death or talks of death, inappropriate racial slurs (things said in the show) and detailed sex scenes will appear in this book.

STARTED : April 11, 2025

PUBLISHED : April 12, 2025

FINISHED : ongoing