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juancarlos-ortiz · 1 month

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Denial - Juice Ortiz x Reader One Shot

A/N: A quick little one shot for Juicy pants - something sweeter this time! I am still working on Marked for Carnage but my life is a little hectic right now. Fingers crossed, next week the next chapter will be up. Please feel free to request a one shot if you wish! I will write for almost anyone from SOA.

Warnings: alcohol, swearing, mentions of sex (off page), kissing, smoking

Word Count: 1466 words

You bopped your head along to the music as you pulled the bottle opener from your back pocket, popping the tops off the beers in front of you. "Here you go, guys," you said, placing them on the bar in front of Tig and Chibs. "Thank you, sweetheart," Tig tipped his bottle your way whilst Chibs gave you a nod. You moved down the bar, serving members and the sweetbutts that hung off them. You had been working the bar for SAMCRO parties for many months now after your friend had begged you to tag along one night after they were down a person. You reluctantly agreed, having heard stories from other girls you knew were croweaters about how rowdy the parties could be and handsy the guys were. But surprisingly it had been a fun night and any guys that did try to hit on you, actually seemed to take no for an answer.

No, there was only one guy in this building you would want putting his hands on you. And he currently made his way to the bar, his eyes meeting yours and a smirk on his face. "What can I get ya, Juice?" you asked, already knowing his answer as you reached down into the fridge below the bar to grab a beer. "Beer please, beautiful," he winked, causing your skin to prickle with heat. Ignoring him, you popped the top and handed it over. He took a long sip and you watched the column of his throat dip as he swallowed, your blood rushing to your core and heart beginning to thump harder. He put his beer on the bar and smiled, aware of just how much he affected you. Crossing his forearms against the wood he lent in. "Busy tonight, sweetness?" he asked. You rolled your eyes, flicking the dishcloth over your shoulder out to lightly snap his arm. "Always busy, sweetness," you mocked before moving on to fulfill another order.

Juice stayed at the bar, watching as you moved around, taking orders, making people laugh, smoothly moving in between the other girls and the Prospects who were also working. He was playing it cool, but in reality his palms were drenched with sweat and his stomach was alive with butterflies. He could stand and watch you all night long, no croweater or pool game even a lick of competition to you. He felt someone elbow his side. Turning to face Chibs, he nodded in greeting. "A little distracted tonigh', aren't ye Juicy?" his brother asked. Juice just shrugged and had another long sip of his beer. "Been a long week, kinda tired," he lilted, trying unsuccessfully to pull his eyes from you. You passed a straw over to Piney with a laugh and shake of your head before you were heading back over to him, the sway in your hips and crook of your mouth making his pants suddenly tighter.

"You want another one?" you asked, tossing the dishcloth over your shoulder again. "I'll take whatever you want to give me," he prompted, causing your mouth to open. Juice was never usually this flirty at parties. You heard a scoff from a few seats down. "Would you two just hurry up and fuck already?!" Tig challenged, putting a cigarette into his mouth and lighting it. Chibs began to laugh into his drink. You huffed and crossed your arms. "What the hell are you talking about, Tiggy?" you sassed, lifting up their drinks and giving the table a wipe down. "You two," Tig motioned his beer to point between you and Juice. "The undressing with the eyes, the flirting…. It's painful," he blinked slowly. "Just do us all a favour and fuck each other." You let out a short laugh, your nerves setting in. What Tig didn’t know was that you and Juice had already had a roll in the sheets. Many… many… many… rolls in the sheets.

But it wasn't something you had made public purely because it was casual and you didn’t want to be seen as someone that any of the guys could have. Juice had agreed because he was fine with upkeeping his bachelor status with his brothers. You weren't exclusive but you certainly had not been with anyone else. You were unsure about Juice, and honestly you didn’t want to ask, but you were both being careful and it was just a bit of fun. But the last few times it had happened it had felt a little more than casual to you. It always happened at your place, usually after a SAMCRO party. The first few times Juice would usually leave pretty quickly after - which had been fine with you - but now he had made the choice to stay the night and usually for breakfast. Which meant you got to talk more, which in turn meant you got to know him better. And that had sparked some unexpected and intense feelings pretty quickly. You had been ignoring them because it seemed like Juice was on the casual train still and you didn’t want to fuck up what you guys had going.

"There is no undressing with the eyes, and Juice flirts with everyone," you shrugged, holding your hands out to lean against the bar. "Yeah right, and I'm the King of England," Tig rolled his eyes. "Can you believe the denial we're hearing right now?" he asked Chibs. "Ye better make a move soon though, swee'heart," Chibs chimed in. "If you don’t make a claim, someone else will." He and Tig got off their stools and moved over to the chairs where Bobby was lounging with a sweetbutt in his lap. You laughed humourlessly, before turning to move away. A hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. You looked up at Juice. "He was just kidding," he said, a forced smile on his face. You nodded and tried to smile back, shrugging your shoulders. "It's fine, Juice," you tried to step away but he held his grip. "You know there's no one else, right?" he asked, his wide brown eyes searching yours. "So what if there was?" you asked. Juice shook his head, gently pulling your arm so you would step back closer to him.

"I'm telling you, right now, there is no one else," he was dead serious, dragging his hand down your arm to lightly grasp your hand, giving you enough freedom to pull out of his grip if you wanted. "What are you doing, Juice?" you asked, looking over your shoulder to make sure the other girls were getting the drinks served. "You have to have noticed that things have been different," he pondered. "Like, a good kind of different." You swallowed thickly, nodding slowly. "I have but…" you lick your lips, Juice's eyes dropping to track the movement. "I didn’t think you did. Or that it's what you would want to be happening." Juice smiled. "You," he ran his thumb over the tops of your knuckles. "Are the only one I want to be going with. Going home to," he confessed. You blinked rapidly. "Is that ok with you?" he asked. You smiled nervously, narrowing your eyes. "It's definitely ok with me, but are you sure?" you asked apprehensively. He tugged on your hand lightly. "Come here, baby. Stake your claim," he stepped back and gestured towards himself. You chuckled, shaking your head, still unsure if this was real or some kind of cruel joke.

Stepping around the bar, you walked to him nervously. When you were close enough, Juice reached out to grasp your waist, pulling you into him quickly. You laughed, colliding with his chest. Grasping the lapels of his cut you tried to ignore the feeling of surprised eyes on you. "You're sure about this?" you ask again, making Juice sigh. "Positive," he said, squeezing your sides teasingly. "No more sweetbutts," you remind him. "And I know that you have that run clause thing but that shit doesn’t sit right with me either," you admit to him. "Baby," he tilts his head, eyes never leaving yours. "I haven’t been with any sweetbutts for months. Ask the other guys. The first time you dragged me through your front door and threw me down on your bed was it for me. There's been no one else. And won’t be. I don’t give a shit about the run clause." You smiled softly, heart warm with his confession. "Well in that case," you pulled him by his cut to meet you in a searing kiss, smiling at Juice's surprised sigh while his hands moved down to slip into your back pockets. "Atta boy, Juicy!" you heard Tig shout. Bobby cursed as he fished into his pocket, pulling out two $10 notes and handing one each to Tig and Chibs.

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ravennaortiz · 8 months

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Ravennas Randoms Juice #2

" You are my sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey"

Juice couldn't help but smile as he watched you sing to his newborn baby girl. He loved nothing more than watching the two of you together. You guys had only been home from the hospital for two days and he already had at least a thousand photos and videos of you three together. "Looks like Daddy's home" you cooed to your daughter as you caught sight of him.

"I can take her while you eat and take a nap Angel" stated Juice as he stepped into the nursery and took your daughter into his arms as he took up rocking her and singing to her.

"You'll never know dear, how much I love you"

*Songs lyrics are not mine*

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willowsages-blog · 18 days

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Your babies: Juice ortiz x female reader

You're an interior designer. You're trying to work in your office when you can hear giggling you

left your office and slowly walked downstairs, and you secretly watched your husband Juice in the kitchen.

You had twin daughters, and your husband Juice was carrying both of them he was singing to the both of them with a big smile on his face,

Juice began spinning, which made them laugh even harder

Your babies were so in love with their father,

Juice was the best dad in the world,

He was patient,

Affectionate.

Playful.

And very protective,

One of your daughters noticed you and called your name ' Mama!''

You walked in the kitchen and then hugged your babies,

Your husband then kissed your cheek, '' i love you..''

#sons of anarchy x reader #multi fandom blog #fanfic #oneshot #juice ortiz x reader #juice ortiz #sons of anarchy #fluff

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juicesgf · 1 month

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Unfair - Juice Ortiz

Unfair, unfair, -air

“No..” Juice whispered stopping in his tracks

Unfair, unfair, unfair, unfair

“Baby..Get up!” He cried falling to his knees

-air, -air

He moved her hair out of her face, his hands now covered in her blood.

Unfair, unfair, unfair, unfair

“Somebody help her! Please..” He yelled out

“Baby I’m okay” Y/n assured “Look Juice Im okay, Juice-“

Unfair, unfair, unfair, unfair

“Juice!” Chibs repeated slightly slapping his arm.

Juices eyes snapped open and he was outside still but now it was dark.

“You fell asleep out here again..” Chibs paused for a moment “You need to get home and take care of yourself. You can’t keep sleeping here”

Juice looked around for a moment before he realized where he was. He sat up turning his body so he was now facing her grave. “But..” He muttered tears forming in his eyes once more.

“I know, Juicy why don’t you stay with me tonight ye?”

He leaned forward placing a kiss on the picture of Y/n that was put on her tombstone. She was smiling brighter than ever looking at the person behind the camera. Him.

He stood up never taking his eyes off her face. “It’s unfair” He muttered

“In another life princess..”

Unfair, unfair, unfair, unfair

This was so random but it popped into my head so

-hails🧸

#sons of anarchy #juice ortiz #theo rossi #juice ortiz x reader #soa juice #blurb #oneshot

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imagininghim · 11 months

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Chapter 30

A/N: It's been so so long since I've wrote and I tried to re-read the other chpaters to remember what I've written. So, I hope it's as good as before.

I do apologize for the short chapter. I am working through going through all the chapters and editing them and making some minor changes, I will update if there is any major changes!

My original plan was to stay in par with the show but I have decided to change that and go in a different way, there will still be some parts that are in par with the show but most of the story will start to go in a different route.

I am currently finishing up the end of my Psychology degree which is why I haven't written in a while but I hope you guys still enjoy it!

Like, comment, and reblog!

Waking to the sun bright in my eyes, Jax's arms wrapped around my waist. I smiled brightly as I glanced down at my hand to see the sparkling diamond ring on my hand. I twisted towards the nightstand and reached for my phone.

"Happily ever after won't be so happy when I get my hands on you." The message read from an unknown number. My stomach dropped as I slipped out from underneath Jax's grip and proceeded to get dressed.

I glanced back at Jax, noticing he was sound asleep before heading out the door and out into the club. Walking out I seen Tig and Chibs sitting at the bar.

"Goodmorning Dollface" Tig chirped as he poured up a cup of coffee laying it on the bar and sliding it towards me.

"Good morning, I'm gonna head up to the roof for a little while." The boys both nodded as I rose up and proceeded to the roof.

The sun was shining, beating the heat into the roof. I placed the cup of coffee on the ledge, hauling my phone out again re-reading the text over and over again.

What am I going to do?

I paced back and forth contemplating whether or not I should tell the Jax and the club or leave it, but I was torn away from my thoughts by the sound of foots steps approaching behind me. I jumped when I felt two warm hands taking ahold of my hips.

"Hey, you okay?" I felt some of the tension leave my shoulders when I heard the sound of Jax's voice. Turning to face him, I slid my phone into my back pocket of my shorts and gave him a smile.

"Yeah, of course. You just spooked me a little, is all." He looked at me a bit skeptical before shrugging it off and nodding.

"You weren't there when I woke up, I came to find you and Tig said you were up here." I took a seat and picked up my coffee.

"I just came out for a bit of sunshine and fresh air is all." Taking a seat next to me, Jax reached over and took the cup from my hands and took a sip.

"The club and I have to do a run today, we should be back in about three days. I got Gemma and the prospects checking in on you while were gone." I nodded with a small smile, the thought of the text swirling around in my thoughts. "Are you sure everything's okay? I can try to sta-"

"No!" I cut Jax off before continuing, No, I'm fine. Just tired, you go deal with club business and don't worry about me." I could tell that he knew something was up but he gave me a nod and a quick kiss before climbing down the latter.

Sliding my phone from my back pocket, I re-read the text over and over again.

What the fuck am I gonna do?

~~ Time Skip ~~

The boys finished in church as the prospects loaded the guns into the duffel bags, I leaned against the bar as Jax made his way over to me.

"You stay safe, don't leave here unless someone is with you." I gave him a small chuckle, laying my hands against his chest playing with the strings on his hoodie.

"I don't need a babysitter Jax. I am a big girl, I can handle myself." He stared at me without blinking. "Okay fine, I'll make someone comes with me." He gave me his famous Teller smirk before placing his lips against mine.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made us tear apart. Jax turned around to reveal the Opie standing behind him.

"It's time to go." He nodded before turning back to me.

"I love you, stay safe. We'll be gone three days tops." I pressed my lips to his. Pulling away I spoke,

"I love you, stay safe." And with that they headed out.

When the club was empty and the boys were gone, I felt my phone vibrate.

"Looks like someones all alone with no big bad biker to protect them."

Fuck.

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manestjerne · 4 hours

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Masterlist

SOA

Juice Oritz

Let me save you

Let me save you pt. II

Let me save you pt. III

Let me save you pt. IV

Let me save you pt. V

Let me save you pt. VI

MCU

Bucky Barnes

I'll do that again for you - oneshot

The book of regrets part one

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anotherredwoodoriginal · 2 years

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Would You Love Me for the Hell of It? (All Our Fears Would Be Irrelevant)

“Under this roof, you'll all be safe,” Clay is standing before the crowd of SAMCRO’s closest friends and family. You didn’t think you still fit into that category, Juice had made it clear it was over between the two of you, but you were grateful to be here regardless. “I want you to make yourself at home. I love all of you.”

Your heart sinks in your chest, a sick feeling swirls in your stomach. You retreat to Juice’s room so you don’t have to deal with the crowd or the crow eaters.

Juice’s room is the same as it was the last time you were here a couple weeks ago, save for a new pile of dirty clothes in the bathroom and a couple dirty glasses on the dresser. You were always cleaning up when Juice got lazy after a long day of club business. You didn’t mind doing it; it was your way of helping Juice, of letting him know you were in.

Not that it made much of a difference in the long run. He still dumped you.

“Hey,” his voice is soft, tentative like he’s trying not to startle you. You spin on your heel to see him lingering in the doorway.

“Hi,” you say, suddenly aware that you probably shouldn’t be in here. You wondered how many girls had been in here since you, how many crow eaters had been in his bed, giving him all the things you weren’t ready to. “I should go.”

You try to push past him but a hand on your arm stops you.

“Stay,” he says, and then. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“At the club or in your room?” You know you shouldn’t ask, you’re not sure you can handle the answer.

“Both,” he gives, an answer you can settle for.

“I gotta say I was surprised when Chibs came to get me,” you tell him, more honestly than you’d intended. “I didn’t think…the lockdown. It’s for friends and family only. I didn’t think I qualified.”

Juice’s brow furrows and he looks at you like you just spoke another language, the kind that was declared dead centuries ago.

“Of course you do,” he says, his grip on your arm tightening a little.

You look down between you where his hand meets your skin. His usually steady hands are shaking, light but noticeable.

‘This is what you meant, right?” You look up at him before clarifying. “When we–” you pause, biting your lip slightly, a nervous habit, “When you broke up with me. You said things could get dangerous. This is what you were talking about.”

He nods then with a broken voice, he tells you, “I promise I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

You almost laugh at that, but it turns into a scoff in your throat. “I’m not worried about me. What about you, Juice? Can you promise you’ll be safe?”

His silence says what his words don’t.

Realisation settles in the pit of your stomach and churns, like oil in water. You always thought that Juice was safe, untouchable. The last time he was hurt was in prison, and he’d broken up with you when that happened. The breakup hurt, but not as much as losing him for good would. And you realise now that he isn’t safe, isn’t untouchable. For the first time since you’ve known him, losing him is a possibility.

You tug your arm from his grip only to grab him by the hem of his kutte and pull him in for a searing kiss. He’s stunned at first, clearly taken off guard, but he responds quickly, opening his mouth, tilting his head, licking over your lower lip in a plea for entrance.

His hand cups the back of your head, his other arm snaking around your waist. You hold him close to you and you kiss him like this could be the last time, because it very well could be.

“I love you,” the words slip past your lips and into his wanting mouth before you can stop them. It’s not the first time you’ve wanted to say it, but it’s the first time you have and you immediately want to slap yourself.

But Juice’s arm just tightens around your waist and he groans into the kiss.

“I love you,” he replies, breathless. You can feel him hardening against you and suddenly you want to give him all of you, everything you didn’t think you were ready to offer before.

You break the kiss with a hand on his chest, and his face falls for a second before you grab the fabric of his t-shirt, pull him inside the room and close the door. Your palms press flat against his chest and you slide your hands over the thick, defined muscle and up to his shoulders. Running your hands down his biceps, you slide the kutte off of him and he raises his arms to let you.

You tug at the hem of his shirt to indicate you want it off, and he complies. You take his momentary distraction and remove your own top, letting it fall to the floor. You aren’t wearing a bra, and you feel both exposed and liberated as you stand before him. You’re sure you’re flushing from your cheeks all the way down your chest, but when Juice finally wrestles his top over his head and his eyes find you, the look on his face dispels any nerves you might have.

“Whoa,” he mutters to himself, looking you up and down.

You lick your lips, bite your lip and move to undo the button on your jeans but a strong hand stops you.

“Wait,” his breath is shallow and ragged, like he’s just run a marathon. “We don’t have to. I don’t want to pressure you. I know you haven’t–and I don’t want–I do want, but not-”

“Juice!” You cut him off, biting down a grin, “You’re rambling. I want this. If the world is about to end, I want this night with you. Or at least, the next few hours.”

Juice smiles at you. “As long as you’re here safe, my world will be just fine.”

You want to roll your eyes at the line, but a lump forms in your throat. This could be your last night together and you don’t want to waste any time pretending you don’t love how much he loves you.

All you do is smile at him as you resume your earlier task and remove your pants. Juice’s mouth is open and he’s panting like a dog as he looks you over. You take his hand and lead him to the bed.

He kisses you again as he pushes you down and settles between your legs. You’re more turned on than you’ve ever been as his hands grab at the flesh of your thighs, exploring your smooth skin before settling between your legs. He fingers with the cotton of your underwear, runs two of them up your clothed slip, bites your lip when you moan out and buck into him.

You aren’t a complete virgin, but you’ve never felt like this. All the times you’ve touched yourself in the shower, in your bed late at night, thinking about what it would be like with Juice. You never imagined this. You’re soaking wet by the time he pushes your panties aside and slides a finger into you with little resistance and quickly adds another once you’ve adjusted to the feeling.

You’re mewling and writhing below him, trying to reach between your bodies to touch his hardened length as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. His hips cant up into your palm whenever you manage to make contact. He’s thick and heavy in your hand, a feeling you’re somewhat familiar with but is so much more visceral when you know he’s about to be inside you.

Sweat coates your skin, your hair is already sticking to your forehead and the humidity is doing you no favours, but Juice is looking at you like he’s never seen anything so beautiful. His face is flushed red and you swear, if you look real close, you can see stars dancing in his black-brown eyes.

“Juice,” You breathe, mouth open in a perpetual o, eyes all but rolling into your head.

“Yeah, baby?” He whispers back, curling his fingers, three of them now, into you. You see white as he hits your bundle of nerves and you let out a cry.

“Need you,” You say, squeezing your eyes shut so you don’t finish too soon. “Please, I need you.”

“You wanna cum first?”

You shake your head, hands coming to rest on the back of his neck. “No, cum on your fingers a hundred times. I wanna do it with you inside me tonight.”

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Juice presses a swift, hot kiss to your lips. “Okay, one sec. Take off your panties for me, baby.”

It takes all you have not to whine at the loss of him, but you do as you’re told and watch as he removes his jeans and boxers. He’s impossibly hard, red and leaking at the tip. He’s thicker than you expected and for a moment you’re afraid it’ll hurt too much, but you know he’ll be gentle. Juice rolls a condom on and you lay back on the bed, heart pounding.

He must notice your anxiety as he settles back on the bed between your legs and peppers kisses to your face and neck.

“You okay? We can stop whenever you want.”

“No, I’m okay,” you tell him, running your hands up his sides. “I want you, Juan Carols.”

That’s all it takes for him to wrap his arms around you, line up with your entrance and slide into your wet heat. He moves slowly, letting you adjust to the size of him, teases your breasts with his mouth and tongue to ease you into it as he pushes in.

Once he’s fully sheathed in you, he stills for a moment. You’re grateful, because he’s thickener than his fingers (or your fingers, or any of your toys, for that matter) and you can feel the stretch like a sharp sting between your legs.

“You can move, Juicey,” You tell him as the pain quickly fades.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. His thrusts are shallow at first, gentle and hesitant so not to hurt you, but as your legs fall wider aside and your moans start to border on wails, he picks up his pace.

He pulls out of you almost all the way only to slam back in to the hilt. You’re sure you’re going to feel this for days, and the thought only brings you closer to release.

His eyes search yours as he rails into you, a silent are you okay? All you can do is nod, your body boneless in his arms. Next time, you think, you’ll be more active. Tonight all you want to do is let him take care of you and feel.

“Oh…my god,” your words are slow and stretched out, like he’s really fucked the brains out of you and you’re digging around for words at the bottom of an empty box. “You’re so…good at this…fuck…”

He grins that shit-eating grin and lands a particularly hard thrust. “You feel so good. Made for me, baby.”

The words push you to the edge, you’re at your tipping point. You need to find release but you don’t think you can just from this, so you slip a hand between your bodies and touch yourself as he slides in and out of you.

“Oh fuck,” he groans out, closing his eyes shut to get himself under control before he opens them again and looks down. His eyes are fixed on you and he watches you rub yourself while he fucks you. That’s all it takes for you to reach your climax.

You remove your hand and cling to him as you buck your hips into him, riding out your orgasm as long as you can. Juice crashes his lips to yours as he finishes and he moans into your mouth, full-body shuddering on top of you before he slumps down.

He wraps his arms around you and rolls you over so you’re lying on top of him. You press a kiss to his chest and let him hold you for a while, lingering in the afterglow for a moment before real life comes back into play.

“When do you have to go?” You ask him, because you can’t stop yourself even though you don’t want to know. You don’t want him to go at all.

He kisses the crown of your head then reaches over for his phone on the bedside table.

“Fuck–Jax called 5 minutes ago.”

He’s gentle as he lifts you off of him, but it doesn’t hurt any less as the fantasy of forever is ripped from you and he rushes to get dressed.

You hope he doesn’t notice the dejected look on your face as you get up and start looking for your shirt. But he’s Juice, and he’s always noticed way too much about you.

“Here,” he says, slowing down to rummage through his dresser. He hands you a large black SAMCRO tee and a pair of white boxers. He kisses you on the cheek and reaches over you to the bed, then holds up your wet panties and shoves them into his front pocket with a wink. “Consider it a good luck charm. You’ll ge them back when I come back.”

When I come back.

You toss on the shirt and pull him down to kiss you again.

“You better come back to me,” You say. “I know you broke up with me, but we aren’t over. You said you love me. We don’t get to be broken up after that.”

Juice shakes his head and smiles against your lips.

“No more breakup,” he kisses you again. “Now I really need to go. Keep the bed warm for me?”

You nod and as you watch him go, you no longer feel like the world is going to end.

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witching-hour · 3 years

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S(andwiche)s and Giggles [Juice Ortiz x Reader]

REQUESTED BY @aimkatsz Hey! I just found your blog and I love your writing! Can I make a request for Juice in which the reader and him are great friends and the reader has a crush on him but he is oblivious to it. The reader decides to tell him in a very cute way. Can it have a fluffy ending please! Thank you!

(A/N): i’m so sorry this took so long to post. hope you enjoy, hun! this being my first juice request, i hope i did him justice and wrote him well! feedback and commentary is always welcome babes

SUMMARY: the classic trope of best friends liking each other but one party being oblivious hits the relationship of juice and the reader

TW: none

“COME IN,” you heard, muffled, from behind the door. At the sound of his voice, the corner of her lips curved upwards into a small smile. Your fisted hand lowered from the wood paneling with a reaper carved in the center to the dark brass knob, twisting it to open the door to your favorite Son’s dorm room.

He was seated at his desk with his laptop open, just like Jax told you he would be. The computer-savvy patch was given a task for the club and you knew that he would not be leaving his room for hours, and instead glued to the screen. Your best friend had the habit of getting sucked into his own little world when he was by himself for long periods of time. But that world he would get drawn into was not something that was seen as a good thing.

When you first met Juice when he moved to the small town of Charming from the big city of New York and became a prospect sponsored by Jax, he always wore that goofy little boyish smile on his face. He still does, but behind that smile you learned was a dark void in the back of his mind built from childhood trauma of depression and anxiety. The closer you got to the Puerto Rican, the more you learned about him and his family (or lack thereof), and it broke your heart. The only real family he ever had was the one he made in Charming – with the Sons of Anarchy, with Gemma, and with you.

He wasn’t good alone.

So, you never let him be alone.

You reminded him every day of it. You would always be there.

When the guys told you what Juice was up to, you made some sandwiches out of what was left in the fridge in the Clubhouse kitchen before you wrapped them in some paper towels and headed upstairs to the dorms.

He swiveled around in his chair to see who came in, his face lighting up at the sight of you kicking the door shut behind you as you waved a sandwich in each hand. “Hey, (Y/N)!”

“Heard you were cooped up in here,” You crossed the room, perching yourself on the edge of his desk, handing him one of the sandwiches wrapped up in paper towels, “Figured you hadn’t eaten today yet. And, no, Bobby’s pot muffins don’t count.”

“They were blueberry.”

You rolled your eyes, “OK, Juan.”

He smiled innocently at you as he chewed on the sandwich, making you snort in amusement, which made you both burst out into laughter.

A few beats of silence ticked by as you both shared humored smiles and ate together in peace. As you finished chewing, you cleared your throat catching the boy’s attention, completely enamored by your presence, “So,” you got out while still chewing away at the bread, “am I allowed to know what top secret thing Clay’s got you doing?”

He gestured to the screen, scooting his chair to the side so you could peak over.

“It’s a binary search algorithm…” As soon as he started using computer science terms you checked out and decided to finish your snack while you just watched him ramble. The way his eyes sparkled when they met the glare from the screen. Or the way his jaw ticked when his mouth would close. Or the way the golden rings complimented his skin tone as he would point at something with those long fingers of his. Or the way his shirt would rise up ever so slightly when he hunched over, giving you a teasing look at the grey boxers peeking from above where his jeans rested on his hips. Or the way his muscles would move under his tight white t-shirt.

Every part of him made you fall into a daze.

He called your name one, two, three times before you finally snapped out of whatever trance you were in.

“Hmm?” You blinked a few times as you tried to remember the last thing he said.

He quirked an eyebrow at you, amused that you toned out his ‘geek talk’ as you liked to call it, yet completely oblivious to the longing looks you were sending his way. “You didn’t get any of that, did you?”

“No habla inglés?”

“You’re hilarious, (Y/N).”

“And you’re adorable, Juicey.”

“I’m pretty sure you are the adorable one here,” He shook his head with a wide grin on his face, one of his hands reaching out to poke you in the side, making you squirm.

“Juan Carlos,” You warned as he jabbed your other side, making you jolt, “don’t you dare.”

In a split second, the Son had you pinned against the desk as his fingers attacked your most sensitive spots, tickling your sides, stomach, and right under your neck. It started with you giggling and trying to push him off, and he would back off to give you a minute to catch your breath before he would dive back in to torture you. Then when he started not letting up, you got away to the other side of the room still laughing as he chased you. You were sure everyone downstairs knew it was you two screwing around, but they would probably take that term literally since they always teased the friendship between their youngest member and Gemma’s latest prodigy.

(Half-Sac was pouring a round of shots for Gemma and the club as money and hollers were passed around, obviously them not realizing what was actually going on up there).

Juice’s hand almost clasped around your wrist, but you slipped through his grip and tried to hop over the bed. Both your laughs filled the room as you tripped with one leg still across the mattress and the other flat on the floor. While you were tripped up, Juice caught you by the waist and slammed you on the bed with both his arms encasing you.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no.” You wheezed out, trying to hit him and block his hands. He nipped at your neck to get you to lose your focus on blocking his attack on your tummy. You gasped out in shock before you were consumed with laughter just straight up cackles at this point once more.

“Surrender!”

“Hell no – Juice!”

“Beg for mercy.”

“No!”

“Da-,“ you broke out in between each laugh, “-mn. It. Juan-“

“Okay! Okay! St-o-p! You’re gonna make me piss myself.”

He chuckled once more before finally moving his hands away from you, allowing you to smack his chest as he let out a “oomf” noise. You adjusted yourself on the bed by laying your stomach as Juice moved onto his back.

“You alright?” His smile morphed into a look of concern. Juice, always the sweetheart. It was one of the main reasons why you fell for him. Besides how much of a softie he was, he was also such a goofball, and fiercly protective when he felt the people he cared about was threatened. (You’ve only ever been a situation like that once because of your relations to the club; nothing too serious, but Juice became more protective of you after that).

He was someone you could play video games wiith. He was someone who’d give you his sweatshirt when you were cold, or when he didn’t have one and just bring you into a bear hug instead for natural body heat. And, man, did he give the best hugs.

You chuckled, “Yeah, I’m good.” You pressed your face into the blanket under you, mumbling, “You’re lucky I like you.”

He gave you an odd look. “What was that?” The patch’s eyebrows pinched together in confusion, sitting up while still keeping his eyes on you. Did he hear you right?

You sent him a confused look right back. What? Then it registered what you said. Out loud. Oh fuck me. And internal panic set in.

Plan B. Plan B. Plan B. Plan B.

Play stupid.

“What was what?”

“You said you like me?” His response sounded more like a question, either ensure thats what he heard or did hear you but was confused by what you meant.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“See!” You exclaimed with your hands thrown in the air.

“What? No! I-”

“Yeah!” You called out loudly, knowing playing stupid wasn’t helping your situation. “Coming Chibs!”

“Chibs didn’t call for you,” the boy shook his head, grabbing you by your waist before you got off the bed, keeping you pinned down by his lower half practically covering yours.

Despite him pining you to his bed, you still attemted to escape this situation as fight-or-flight mode kicked in. “You sure? Because I’m pretty sure-”

“Cut the bullshit.”

Well, damn. Ok, daddy. When did he get like this and where could you sign up for more of it?

The dead serious expression slowly turned into a “please-tell-me-the-truth” look with his puppy dog eyes that turned your heart to mush. “You like me?”

You chewed on the inside of your lip as you debated your answer. You already slipped up, might as well come clean since their is no way you’re getting out of this one. And if even by chance you would be able to escape the dorm, you would be faced with Detective Gemma and her hounds in leather. You finally answered with a meek, “yeah.”

Juice busts out in the biggest grin you’ve ever seen on his face, which makes you about as confused as he is half the time with the club and their teasing. He moves one of the hands he has flat on the bed to hold up his weight down to stoke the line of your jaw. You try to analyze his face for any hint to what he’s thinking but you’re drawing blanks due to that stupid, blinding smile he’s wearing.

“Can I kiss you?”

If you were eating or drinking anything, you would have surely choked. You were surprised you didn’t choke on air alone over his question. Your eyes widening must have given away your shock because his face fell and he backed off of you.

“I’m sorry. I thought-”

And before either of you could grasp what was happening, your hands shot out to clutch onto the lapels of his kutte and yank him forward, your lips clashing together. The kiss was shorter and not as deep as you wanted but it satisfied you that you were able to get the short and sweet one. You loosened your grip on his kutte, allowing him to pull back slightly. When his gaze met yours, you offered an innocent, bashful, curled-in lip smile.

“You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to do that,” you admitted, breaking the silence that had consumed the room.

“Not as much as me,” he quipped, running a hand over his faux mohawk.

“Mmm,” you shook your head, “I don’t think so, Juicey.”

“Want me to show you?”

“Yes please.”

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Notes:

Okay so here's the thing.. This is a bit of a glimpse into the future / what if for a fic I'm about to start writing.. well, re-writing. Despite me knowing jack fuckall about strip clubs / exotic dancing / how to describe someone giving or getting a lapdance or pole work, I got the idea to have Hazel working two nights a week in a club, idk why.. Anyway.. The idea wouldn't leave me alone so here we are, loves.

Also.. I'm no longer just dipping my toes in the filth pool anymore. I went all in with this, oops rip. If anyone wants me to actually write the fic I have in mind for this... Pls.. I beg.. LMK.

Prompts:

taken from either [ HERE ] or [ HERE ] give or take. It could be one or the other or a mix of both at my own choosing.

kiss me up against the wall // moan my name as you come // when he can't go any deeper. - those were all the inspiration / prompts for this.

Fandom / Character:

Sons Of Anarchy / Juice Ortiz x Teller Morrow!OFC, Hazel

Fics Hazel can be found in:

None..Yet.

** the one I've used her in is being discontinued to do a rewrite.**

Warnings:

No minors, full stop. There is NSFW / adult content ahead. If you're underage, this was not meant for you -nor should you be reading this. If you choose to stick around after my warnings, this is strictly a you thing and it's not my problem or fault.

If you choose to go on and read this, these are the things present you need to be aware of: stripper!ofc - I admit.. I really am not too sure on how strip clubs operate, so.. if I'm wrong, sorry. lap dancing. thigh riding. body fluids tw. unprotected sex. That's pretty much it.

Tagging:

@brithedemonspawn

@chasingeverybreakingwave

@kyleoreillysknee

@sassymox

@twistnet

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I swear I wanted to melt into the floor when I happened to glance out in the crowd and see Juice Ortiz sitting in the back with his eyes glued to the stage. I froze where I stood behind the curtain peering out and for a good five seconds, I heavily contemplated just bolting out the back door of the club.

But if I did that, I’d be out of the killer tips I’ve been told I could get dancing at this place. I wouldn’t have an outlet to express myself freely, either.

,, I had to know this would happen sooner or later. Charming is a small town and the guys from Samcro do come to this club. Even taking the audition and showing up tonight was me, taking a huge risk… So I had to know this would’ve happened at some point if I actually get the gig.” the thought came and I took three deep breaths. The hope was that I’d center myself.

Spoiler alert… it did not happen.

But I did catch sight of a brunette wig. And I convinced myself that between the wig and the dim lighting and the fact that Juice was so far away from the front of the club where I’d be dancing on the stage, he wouldn’t figure it out.

I’d just finished putting on the wig when the club owner cleared his throat and nodded to the curtains in front of me. “You’re up, kid. Do this right and Tuesdays and Thursdays are yours. Fuck it up and you can forget ever getting a chance to try again.”

I scoffed at him for a second or two but he stared me down, humorless.

My favorite Motley Crue song began to play and I stepped through the curtain. Out onto the stage and just as I did, I happened to see that prick AJ Weston and the guy who bought one of the shops downtown making their way to the table right in front of me.

My stomach dropped.

Those cold and emotionless eyes locked on me and he smirked. Nodding to me and leaning in to the shop owner. His best buddy or whatever. I don’t try and keep up with whose pissed off my father day by day, so I didn’t exactly know names.

All I did know was that for whatever reason, my mother’s scared to death of AJ Weston. She thinks she hides it, but she doesn’t. And my mother is not a woman who scares easily.

Suddenly, my biggest worry wasn’t Juice sitting in the back of the club anymore. It was the prick sitting right in front of the stage. I strutted out on the stage, not bothering to make eye contact with AJ Weston, no matter how hard I could feel him staring at me, willing me to do so. I tore off the cropped leather jacket I wore over my favorite red lace bra and after twirling it in the air a time or two, I tossed it onto the stage, hitting the floor. Writhing. Arching my back and crawling around, whipping my hair around to the song playing. I kept away from the center of the stage because I did not want to lock eyes with AJ Weston. I literally had zero desire.

The crowd was starting to get into it. I started to feel that rush like I used to feel when I danced in Las Vegas. I completely forgot about AJ Weston, thankfully. And what started off as a bumpy dance got smoother. Even more so when I found myself searching the crowd. Finding Juice in the back and locking eyes with him. That seemed to cut out a lot of my nervousness.

My hands drifted down my body, and I caught myself pretending they weren’t my hands but Juice’s. Just the thought of him feeling me up, his hands pinning my hands over my head. Pressing into me. The way he’d feel strained against those baggy jeans when he bucked against me in the heat of the moment. I used my dirty mind to fuel the dance. Letting my hands wander down to the waistband of my leather pants, working them down.

The crowd was really getting vocal now. They usually do when the clothing starts to actually come off. My stomach fluttered nervously when I locked eyes with Juice in the back of the club and I actually saw the way what I was doing on stage was affecting him.

He sat up a little straighter in his seat. Spread his legs a little. Squirming around. He nursed a glass of whiskey and his eyes wandered up and down my body slowly. When I hit the floor and started to writhe around, my back arching and my ass up in the air, he bit his lip. Watching intently. Rubbing his chin in thought.

Out towards the front of the club, right in front of me, I heard AJ swearing. Laughing out loud. I wanted to strangle the asshole, especially when he really got started with all his stupid filthy commentary as if he were mocking me, as if he were somehow better than this place even though he was willingly sitting here, of his own volition… But I went back to blocking him out. Focusing all my attention on Juice all over again instead.

Imagining what I’d do if I truly had half the nerve. What I’d let him do to me if I weren’t so damn afraid of falling in love with a Samcro man.

Because if I were going to love one, I’d choose him. Hands down. If I were ever to settle, I’d want to settle with Juice Ortiz.

My song was nearing an end. My dance was slowing down. I made my way up the pole again, grinding it as I inched up it. Slowly. Seductively as I could... Eyes locked on Juice the entire time as I flipped myself upside down and started to wind around the pole, spinning slowly with my arm outstretched as the other arm gripped the pole to hold myself. And just before the official end of my song, I dropped to the ground, crawling away from the pole. Towards the front of the stage, bolder. Getting closer in the hopes I could at least get a little better look at Juice’s face because I was dying to see the expression on it right now.

I smirked in his direction and gave a teasing wink as I pulled myself off the floor and slunk towards the red velvet curtain separating the back of the club from the front.

“Stormy Knight, ladies and gentlemen. If anyone wants the VIP experience, find Vinnie.” the announcer called out over the rowdy crowd. I was just about to reach for the doorknob on the door that lead into the dressing room when a throat cleared behind me.

“Not bad, kid. If you can bring that every single Tuesday and Thursday, gigs yours.” the club owner was standing there, smirking. He almost looked like he felt bad for doubting me in the first place. He added casually, “Had three guys come to me about VIP dances. I usually leave all that to my girls to work out. That’s extra dough in your pocket, makes no difference to me. I know half of ya have extra mouths to feed.”

I eyed him, my mouth falling open.

“Three guys? Like.. altogether?”

“No, no.. Two were together. One was by himself. Belonged to one of the MCs. Just do me a favor and at least attempt to obey club rules, kid. Don’t go gettin knocked up on the clock.” the man laughed and I took a deep breath.

At best, I figured that the biker in question was probably one of the Mayans I’d seen sitting towards the middle of the club.

I was pretty damn sure I knew exactly who the two men were and after mulling it over because it seemed as if my new boss was awaiting a decision from me, I decided I wanted no part of the risk of having to give AJ Weston and his slimy friend a private show.

“I’ll take the biker tonight, man. I’m not feelin up to a three way.”

The owner nodded and mused thoughtfully, “Good idea, kid.. That one guy out of the two of ‘em looked like his elevator didn’t go all the way to the top floor. I’ll go get your biker and bring him back. You got room 3. That was Gina’s old room.” before walking away, disappearing out into the front of the club again.

“Please god… at least let it be the J.D Pardo look alike if it’s one of the Mayans.” I muttered to myself, not daring to get my hopes up that it’d be Juice.

A throat cleared from behind me. I nearly shit myself when I heard Tig Trager mumble with a laugh, “Okay Ortiz. Go get your girl.” before walking away. I did not dare turn around until I knew Tig was long gone.

“Stormy, huh? That’s one hell of a name, baby girl.” he mused aloud.

I turned around slowly. Found myself body to body with him. He was staring down at me intently, licking his lips. Chuckling as he shook his head and leaned in a little closer to whisper, “Does daddy know you dance, Hazelynn? Because if he’d been here… Seen all that…” he fanned himself and gave me a teasing smirk.

My mouth dropped open.

“How? How’d you know?” I stammered out.

“I saw your car parked outside… Life pro tip, princess.. If you wanna keep this a secret, I’d suggest parking around back. Or catching a ride. Because your car? Kind of hard to forget.” Juice’s hand settled on my hip and he pulled me just a little closer. His eyes dipped down, settling on my lips, a quiet groan coming when his intent stare made me lick my lips and fidget a little.. Melting against him a little before I could stop myself from doing it. Giving a sheepish laugh as I glanced up at him.

“Your secret’s safe with me. Relax.” he chuckled. He must have felt how tense my body was as I pressed against him. I let out a shaky breath. Parts of me wanted to ask the logical question, if he came here a lot, but also, at the same time parts of me definitely didn’t want to know. Those parts of me knew that if I did ask and he said he did, I’d get just a little jealous. Because it already happened whenever I’d see him at the bar and he’d have Croweaters flocking to him.

“Guess I owe you a VIP.” I teased gently, nodding towards the door with the gold star and the black number 3 painted on it. I reached down, grabbing hold of his hand, starting to lead him in the direction of the room.

“If you don’t wanna do this…” Juice frowned slightly and acted like he was going to walk away, but I stopped him. Made him look at me.

“It’s fine. It’s part of the job.” I gave him a reassuring smile as I opened the door to the room, stepping inside. Letting him step inside.

He closed the door behind him and we found ourselves body to body all over again. He muttered quietly, “Confession… I saw that Weston asshole and his idiot friend talking to the owner about a VIP dance with you so I went over and offered more money.”

Between the goofy little shit eating grin he gave me as he said it and the fact that he did that because he knows the guy creeps me right the fuck out, I was blown away. Before I could stop myself, I rose to tiptoe, gently pressing my lips against the corner of his mouth. “You’re an actual angel come to Earth, sir. You have definitely earned that dance.” I muttered softly as I pulled back to look up at him.

He bit his lip and my eyes followed the movement helplessly.

If I thought I was making myself wet on stage with my own dirty imagination, it was nothing compared to how wet I got when I locked eyes with him and realized that he was fully aware that I’d been staring at his mouth like a proper idiot.

I stepped close to him again and placed my palm on the front of his cutte, gently shoving him so that he settled in the chair right behind him.

Right away, his hands went to my hips. I lowered my hands, pushing his hands back down as I shook my head. “No touching. Club rules, Juice.”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, sorry.” he gave an awkward laugh and I giggled softly. Sinking down into his lap slowly.

Maybe I was slightly exaggerating out in the hallway when I told him I could do this and made it seem like it wasn’t a big deal. The second I settled in his lap and started to grind against it, I could feel myself dripping just a little more. I rose up slightly and he sucked in a breath. His knuckles went white with the way he was gripping the arms of the chair. His eyes were absolutely glued to me and I smirked. Teasing a little. Acting as if I’d take off the cropped leather jacket over my bra only to pull it back up.

The third time I did this, he growled quietly. Bucked himself against me. When I whimpered and grinded myself down harder against his lap, he muttered in a heated whisper, “You feel what you’re doing to me right now, baby girl?”

Oh. I felt it alright. The way he strained at his jeans, cock still twitching and growing harder and harder. The little friction I was allowing myself wasn’t enough. My cunt was throbbing and I was getting so wet that I was pretty sure when I finished giving him his lapdance the poor guy was going to have a wet spot on his jeans.

“Mhm.” I answered in a daze, leaning in so that my lips brushed against the shell of his ear and my tits rubbed right against him. He whimpered and bucked into me all over again and when I slipped out of his lap, he frowned. I hit my knees, parting his legs. Staring up at him from where I kneeled on the floor and he shifted in his seat, gripping the arms of the chair tighter when I started to rise up. Swaying my hips side to side. Leaning in. Rubbing against him as much as I could get away with. Oh, I was definitely using this little VIP dance he paid for as an excuse to do as much touching and teasing as I thought I could get away with.

All those urges to touch him I normally kept at bay were finally being allowed free reign and it felt so good.

I settled on his lap again. He let out a long and shaky breath and we locked eyes. He was staring at me like he wanted to ask me something or he wanted to say something but he wasn’t sure how.

“What’s up?” I asked quietly.

“Nothin, it’s nothin.” he said it quickly. Too quick. I gripped his cutte and pulled him in closer. My mouth inching dangerously close to his as I muttered against it, “Whatever you want to say, say it. Trust me. I can handle it.”

“Okay, you asked for it.” he muttered. After a second or two of staring at his lap, he looked up at me again and asked quietly, “Did you wanna dance for me?”

“I got the owner to come get you, didn’t I?” my heart was beating faster. I thought it’d jump right out of my chest. I did my best to play as cool and casual as I could but every single part of me wanted to tell him that dancing was not all I wanted to do for him.

“I know that… what I mean is.. Forget it.” he went quiet. Looked down again and I gripped his jaw, making him look up at my face. “Eyes up here, Ortiz.” I teased gently, my smile falling away when I saw the serious and somber look in his eyes. I scooted away a little, an attempt to give him some space. Settling myself over his thigh instead of fully positioned on his lap as I had been.

“Talk to me.” the words left my mouth in a whimper as I pressed myself right against his thigh, rocking my throbbing sex back and forth over it. Getting wetter and wetter with each second that passed. And the ache. Oh god, the ache. I was on the brink of frustrated tears. And I couldn’t break down, I couldn’t act anything less than totally professional, because this was my night job and I was on the clock but God.. did I ever want to.

He spread his legs wider and took a deep breath. Trying not to touch me, but I could tell with the way he kept raising his hands only to put them back down on the arm rests of the velvet covered chair he sat in that he wanted nothing more than to do that very thing.

And the thought of those hands on me had me flooded in a split second. If there was any doubt before that I’d leave a wet spot behind on his jeans at the end of this dance, there wasn’t going to be by the time it was over.

Anticipation and desire had my stomach coiled tightly. I wanted, more than anything, to be able to pick up with this back home… Behind closed doors. Just him and I.

But I knew that tonight was most likely just going to be an awkward little secret. Kept between two friends. And it bothered me, because I wanted so much more than that but I was afraid to cross lines and let myself have that… I doubted it was even an option anyway because I just didn’t think Juice even saw me like that.

Sure, we flirted now and then, but nothing ever came of it.

God, did I want it to.

This heavy tension seemed to settle in all around us and I picked up on it. Juice groaned quietly, and after he nearly broke the no touch rule again and very nearly reached out to grab hold of my ass and rock me against his thigh faster, I leaned in.. Pressed against him as I continued to grind against his leg and muttered against his ear, “Most guys put their arms behind their head… Til they’re used to not being allowed to touch.. They get verbal too…” my words hitching in my throat, rushing out over each other breathlessly.

He raised his hands, locking them behind his head. Sprawling back against the chair. It seemed to help ease the tension built in his body too, because I felt him sort of melting into the chair a little and I smiled.

“C’mon.. Tell me what you want me to do.” I coaxed, fixing my eyes on him and biting my lip when I immediately found myself getting sucked far too deep into his gaze.

“Touch yourself.” he muttered. Raising up a little. Leaning forward. “Touch yourself for me, baby girl… Like you were when you were dancin out front.”

I let my hands wander.

They were shaking slightly and I just hoped to God that it wasn’t noticed.

Juice took a few shaky breaths and bucked a little in the seat. “Come closer.. Get on my lap.”

I moved so that I was straddling his lap and the way his cock strained against his jeans and I tried to stop myself, but as I started to rock myself back and forth over it, I whimpered quietly. My breath caught in my throat a time or two and my heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to beat out of my chest.

“I normally don’t buy dances if I come here.” he muttered quietly, shattering through my own current internal struggle.

Knowing this relaxed me a little. It was obvious he didn’t just going off the way he acted, but.. I still wondered. Some guys like to pretend it’s their first lap dance because it gets them going.

I’m not here to judge anyone.

I mean.. I have a good paying day job as a legal assistant and here I am.. Dancing two nights a week whenever I can find a club to take me just so I have some form of release.. Just so I can feel intimacy that for whatever reason, I tend to deny myself in reality.

I almost asked him why, but I remembered what he told me out in the hallway about outbidding AJ because he knew the guy scared me. And I stopped myself, even though parts of me hoped there was more to it than that.

My hands moved over my chest and I rocked myself over him faster. My breath catching in my throat as I felt myself rushing straight into an orgasm I’d been trying like hell to hold back the whole time we’d been in the VIP room.

I could feel my body burning up under his gaze and he leaned in again. Muttered breathlessly against my ear, “If you’re nervous..”

“It’s fine.” I pretended to brush it off. I acted as chill about doing this for him as I possibly could.

“Turn away.. I wanna watch you movin from behind, baby girl.” he muttered. The request caught me by surprise a little, but I kind of realized that he was doing it more for me than for himself.

I did what he asked, turning in his lap so that I faced away. My eyes caught his in the reflection of the mirrored wall in front of us. As I started to rock my ass over his bulge, he growled quietly. Bucking himself up into me. Biting his lip as he did it three more times. Muttered in a lust filled daze “Fuck yeah, baby girl.. Work that ass.”

Just the way he said it had me dripping all over again.

“Faster.” he panted, bucking himself up into me all over again. Harder.

I tried not to, but I found myself imagining that he was taking me from behind. A fist full of my hair and my tits pressed right against the mirrored wall in front of us. And I rocked myself back and forth over his cock, pressing down even harder. Moving even faster. Almost close to a blinding orgasm.

“Fuck.” I swore quietly.

Juice sat up in the chair. Pressing his chest into my back. Muttering against my ear, “ Did you wanna dance for me like this?”

“Juice, I told you already.” my head fell back and my eyes fluttered open and shut. I squeezed my tits and rolled my hips faster. My breath came in short pants because I was so close to an orgasm that I was throbbing. He was leaning in again to whisper. “What I mean is if this wasn’t your job.. And it was just me and you… Would you wanna..” he rocked himself against me all over again. Harder. With more urgency as he swore under his breath and muttered that if I kept it up, he was going to come all over himself.

“ Turn around facin me.” he panted, his lips brushing against my ear and sending a shiver rushing through me. I turned back around in his lap to face him. Raising up a little. Teasing him by putting my tits at level with his mouth. Squeezing them together before lowering my hand. Toying with the waistband of my leather pants. Teasing him like I’d take them off.

“ Tease.” he pouted up at me.

“ That’s kind of what you’re paying me for right now, Juice.” I gave a soft laugh as I tucked a finger beneath his chin. Pulling his mouth dangerously close to mine. He licked his lips in anticipation and when he did, his tongue brushed right against my mouth. I whimpered helplessly.

And I just barely kept myself from exploding.

“You’re tensin up on me, Haze… Somethin wrong?” Juice asked quietly.

Looking at me as if he were bracing himself for something bad to be said.

By this point, I was so caught up in the moment, in the way it felt to grind myself against his cock and get out all these long denied urges to touch him to my hearts content.. It slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it.

“Honestly? I’m a breath away from coming and this never.. Ever… happens to me when I’m givin a private dance.” my words came in a breathless rush and as soon as I realized what I’d just said, I lost my groove for a second or two. Slowing down. Trying to pull myself together.

Hoping to God that I didn’t just make things awkward for him and I in the future because I’d rather have him as a friend than not have him at all.

His mouth opened and closed and his hands gripped the arm rests again. Tighter.

“Do you know how hard it is for me? Feelin you dancin on my cock like this? Knowin I.. Knowin that this is probably as close as I’m ever gonna get? Fuck… If I were ever lucky enough to have you all to myself, baby girl...”

His words caught me by surprise. My heart fluttered a little and I swallowed hard. Going still in his lap just to stare at him.

The lights getting brighter and the music in the room going quiet had both of us jumping apart. I realized that probably meant my time in the room was done and before I could give myself a chance to back out, I slipped off his lap and held out my hand to him.

“ C’mon.”

He eyed my hand and took hold of it, standing. I practically drug him out of the room and then down the hall. Out the door and into the back lot behind the club. Once the door was shut behind us, I started to pace in front of him. Just trying to put it all together.

Torn between continuing to fight what I felt for him and caving in.

When he stepped in front of me and placed his hands on my upper arms, staring down into my eyes intently, something in me snapped and before I could stop myself, I had his back pressed against the door of the building. My hands caught his, holding them over his head as I rose up slightly and crashed my mouth against his mouth.

Devouring. Hungry.

At first, he didn’t really react. But when the shock cleared and he realized what I was doing, he came alive. I melted against him and he growled into my mouth, deepening the kiss. Teeth latching onto my bottom lip and tugging until I felt it starting to bruise. I let his hands go and they were all over me. Settling on my ass. Rocking me up against him and making me whimper and dig my fingers into his shoulders. I couldn’t melt into him any more if I tried. I was so exhausted from trying to hold back in more ways than one at this point that my filter was totally shot. I rocked myself against him clumsily, a begging and needy whine filling the space between our mouths as the kiss broke when I just couldn’t hold it back.

“Do you know why I almost got off giving you a lap dance? Do you know what you do to me, Juice? I.. I tried so hard not to fall for you and yet.. Here I am.”

He blinked in shock. For a few seconds we stared at each other, panting for our next breath. Neither of us saying a word.

Then he bent and scooped me up. Started to carry me towards the end of the alley where he’d parked his Dyna Glide.

I didn’t do or say anything to try to stop him. I didn’t want to.

I’m so tired of keeping him at arms length. I’m tired of fighting the way I feel.

He sat me on the back of his bike and I grabbed hold of the front of his vest, pulling him down. Pulling his mouth down against mine all over again because I just.. I was needy. I craved him on this level I couldn’t even begin to get my head around.

His bike came to a stop in front of his apartment building and he got off. Scooping me up all over again. Stopping just outside the doors leading into the building to grope and kiss me. Letting his lips stray down the side of my neck. Sucking a mark deep into my skin. I clung to him and begged breathlessly, “Juice, please..”

Neither of us was really stopping to think. I didn’t want to.

I wanted him.

More importantly, I wanted to be with him. And tonight just proved to me that I couldn’t fight it anymore.

The whole time he was trying to unlock his apartment door, he kept fumbling with the keys. Rutting right against me. Stopping to kiss or touch me. When he finally got it unlocked, he stepped through the door and stepped over to the couch. Tossing me down onto it gently. Following close behind. Pressing himself down into me and snapping his hips against mine, making me whimper. My whimper echoing off the walls of the quiet room. I reached down between us, tugging at the hem of his white t shirt and he rose up, pulling off his vest and tossing it at a chair nearby. Then pulling his shirt off and tossing it too. It settled on the floor in front of the chair. Then he was pulling me up. Tearing my bra away and tossing it out into the room. My hands lowered, tugging at the waistband of his jeans and he bit his lip. Gazing at me for a second or two with this look of lust and adoration in his eyes. Savoring the moment and what was about to happen.

Because it’s been building for a while, apparently. I just focused so damn hard on keeping myself from caving in and letting myself have what I wanted, with him, that somehow, I missed all the signs.

“Baby, c’mon.” I begged.

The term of endearment slipped out.

He gave me that little smirk. Rubbed his chin in thought as he let his eyes wander.

He worked his way down my body, using his body to part my legs. He worked my leather pants down my legs and I kicked them free at my ankles.

His fingers caught in the thin strap of my panties and they came away with a quiet tear. I tried to get him out of his pants again and he lowered my hands. Slipping off the sofa. I watched intently as he teased me, pouting about it. Begging.

I needed him buried inside me. Fucking me. Slow. Deep. All night long.

His pants fell to his ankles and he kicked off his boots and then kicked his pants free from his legs. When he dropped his boxers, I swallowed hard as my eyes settled on the way his cock stood at attention once it was free from fabric. He was pressing himself down into me all over again.

His mouth roaming over my tits. Tongue teasing my nipples as my back arched away from the sofa and I rocked myself against him. His free hand settled between us, circling his thick cock. Teasing it between my folds and making me shiver and cling to him. Try to rock myself against him urgently.

And then he buried his cock inside me. Shallow at first. Going still to let me adjust to him. I felt like I was being split in two and the feeling had me whining. Nipping at his chest, at any patch of skin I could get my mouth on just so I could muffle the way I wanted to scream his name at the top of my lungs.

I rocked into him clumsily and he growled quietly. His hands going down to my hips. Holding them still as he started to pound me harder. Deeper. So deep he couldn’t go any deeper. When he bottomed out, I dragged my nails down his back.

“Not yet, baby girl. C’mon, hold out just a little longer for me.” Juice coaxed breathlessly as his hips crashed against me with a bruising pace. I begged for release, on the verge of tears. The more I begged, the more he’d slow down. Stop to kiss me or leave marks on me. Torture.

Slow, steady and deep torture.

“You gonna moan my name when you cum?” he questioned, slamming his cock deep into my womb. Going still and capturing my mouth in a deep and passionate kiss. “ God. You’re so.” he panted, snapping his hips against mine, cock pistoning in and out of me with steady deep thrusts, “So fuckin wet I can barely stay in. Fuck. Shit. Shiiiit, baby girl. I wanna cum so bad.”

“Juice! Ah, -ah fuck. Right there.” my back arched away from the couch and my orgasm ripped through me, leaving me weak and dazed, clinging to him as I tried desperately to keep up with his pace, spent. Dripping. My walls vising his cock and clenched around it. Tears flooding my eyes because holy fuck, all I’ve wanted for the entire time was to finally be allowed to let go.

Juice stared down at me from above, a soft gaze. He caught a tear as it made a black trail down my cheek. Chuckling quietly. Going still to pepper kisses soft against my mouth and then trail them down the front of my throat. When he started to move again, he muttered against my lips softly, “It’s okay, baby girl. I got you. I’m right here.” as he pistoned in and out, the wet sloshing sounds accompanying each thrust he made seeming to make him move just a little faster. His hands were all over me and all I could really do was lie there, pinned beneath him. Whimpering his name as I tried to come down from the high. Stare up at him softly as my mind spun, replaying every single thing that led us here, to this exact moment.

“Oh fuck. Fuck baby girl. You want it?” his hips stammered, smashing against mine in a bruising pace and his words were swallowed by another hungry kiss and I nodded. Just when I thought he couldn’t get any deeper, he did. Striking against my throbbing g-spot a time or two and growling, biting. Locking his lips against my neck and sucking yet another big,deep mark into soft flesh. The warmth of his release flooded me, making me whimper. Overfilling me, because I could feel the excess slowly leak down. Puddle beneath me on the sofa.. I bucked my hips against him greedily trying to take it all because I wanted it. I needed it. I craved him so badly I couldn’t have put it to words if I tried. He leaned into me heavily, panting for his next breath. Spent. A fine sheen of sweat gathered on our bodies. I grabbed hold of his face and pulled his mouth against mine. Our foreheads pressed together and he muttered quietly, “Mine?”

“Yours.” it shocked me when the word bubbled out. It shocked me because a, I was saying it and b, I meant it. With everything in me. As soon as I said it, he gave me a soft and lazy grin. Pressing his lips to my forehead. He collapsed onto the couch settling behind me. Pulling me on top of him.

Quiet little soft kisses. Caressing my face as he stared up at me and caught sight of one of the bigger marks he left on my throat, grimacing as he chuckled about it quietly.

“Fuck me. Baby, that was amazing...” I groaned out in a daze, making him laugh and gaze up at me. “Give me an hour, babe.” he teased…

“Careful. I might take you up on that.” I teased back, melting against his body. Letting his arms wrap around me and hold me tight.

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theewritingroomm · 3 years

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The Road to California

Summary: Juice was only meant to be passing through this little town on his way to California. He never expected to catch the attention of the preacher’s daughter, and he sure as hell never meant to fall in love with her. Pairing: Juice Ortiz x Reader Word Count: 2,261 Warnings: swearing, derogatory insults (the word whore), slight angst (just oh so barely imo), loosely edited A/N: Loosely based on ‘God Love Her’ by Toby Keith. In the beginning reader is 18 and Juice is 19/20. Text divider by: @firefly-graphics

She was walking out of the church after her father’s sermon when she saw him. He looked at least a few years or maybe only a year older than her and was by far the most attractive man she had ever seen. He was the perfect embodiment of the bad boy stereotype. Tan skin pulled over lean muscle, a spattering of tattoos peeking out from under the sleeves of his shirt, and his lips wrapped around a cigarette. Y/N began to imagine all the things her could do to her before she noticed his eyes. His eyes that were a beautiful shade of brown and held a mischievous and seemingly childish glint. Y/N could not tear her gaze away from him and eventually that was her downfall, for he finally looked across the street and met hers after a few minutes. Y/N wanted to look away when she noticed he had caught her, but something about him pulled her in and before she knew it, he was walking towards her.

“You were staring pretty hard sweetheart. Did you need something?” He asked, his silky-sweet voice nearly reducing her to a puddle in the middle of the sidewalk.

“Not really.” She stated once she had regained her composure. “Just wondering why, you decided to stop in my little town. I’ve never seen you around before.”

He eyed her up and down, taking in everything from her wide e/c eyes to the curves hidden under her pale pink dress, white cardigan and leather bible clutched in her hand. She did not look like the type of girl he would usually go for, but he could not deny that she was beautiful and definitely had the body of someone he could let himself get lost in. Even if it was only for a night.

“Just passing through.” He finally replied. “Though I’d love it if someone could show me where I can get something to eat.”

Y/N saw the same mischievous glint in his eyes that she had seen from earlier. “I might know a place, but I’m going to need to know your name.” she replied, arching an eyebrow at the man in front of her.

“Juan Ortiz. Yours?”

“Y/N L/N.”

Juan smiled and seemed to think it over. Y/N was expecting him to come back with some cheesy pick up line. But he did not. He simply continued to smile and offered her his arm, willing her to link hers with his.

“Well Y/N, show me your little Podunk town.”

Months passed and the relationship between Juan, well Juice as he had told her to call him, and Y/N continued to grow. He had stayed in town for her, getting a job at the local body shop, helping her through the final months of school, and simply being there for her when she needed it. He was becoming her rock, her confident and in return Y/N was his happy place, his haven, and the one he trusted the most. They had learned everything about each other during that time. Juice had told Y/N about everything from his life in Queens to his desire to go to California. Y/N in turn had told him how it was growing up as the only daughter of the town’s most well-known preacher. She had also told him that she had never left the state and that had driven her to apply for colleges around the country in hopes of getting out of the town she grew up in.

“We could go together.” Juice had declared one Saturday afternoon as the two of them sat on Y/N’s bed. They had been talking all day about leaving town after her graduation and running to California or wherever else she decided to go.

“We could leave right after you get your diploma.” Juice continued. “We could hop on my bike and never look back.”

Y/N did not say anything in response, but she leaned closer to Juice closing the gap between them to capture his lips in a kiss.

“I would love nothing more than to run away with you.” She teased, pulling away for only a moment.

Juice kissed her back, sliding his hands up her body stopping at her waist and using the leverage he had to lay her down, never breaking their kiss. Juice settled between her thighs as he placed kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Y/N basked in the feeling of his lips and hands traveling over her body. She was confident that nothing had felt as good as this.

“Are you okay with where this could go?” Juice questioned, looking into her bright e/c eyes, and seeing so many emotions swirling in them. He was terrified that she was going to push him away and tell him everything was a mistake.

But her rejection never came. Instead she pulled him closer by his belt loops and smiled up at him. “Yes, because I love you Juan.”

“I love you too.” Juice grinned his eyes sparkling as he went to kiss her again.

He groaned when he felt her tongue slide against his lips and her hands against his stomach. It was obvious to him that she was trying to remove his shirt and he saw no reason to argue with his girl, quickly pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it behind him. After reconnecting their lips Y/N slid her hands up the smooth expanse of his back, digging her nails into his shoulder blades as Juice’s tongue tangled with hers. He had begun to unbutton her blouse when Y/N’s bedroom door burst open revealing her father, red faced with anger, and her mother with tears in her eyes. The two lovers jumped apart, Y/N was blushing, and Juice stood there looking at the carpet under his feet.

“Oh sweetheart.” Her mother sobbed, covering her face with her hands as her daughter looked towards Juice.

“I cannot believe you Y/N!” Her father bellowed. “You allowed this criminal into our home and allowed him to defile you. I am not only disappointed in you, but I am also disgusted by your actions.”

Y/N gasped as her father’s words settled in the air, her eyes filled with tears as they settled in her heart. As much as she hated the expectations, they forced upon her, Y/N did not want to disappoint her parents.

“I raised you better than this Y/N, I didn’t raise you to be a whore” her father continued to bellow, no doubt gaining the attention of some of their neighbors. “look at what you’ve done to your mother!”

Y/N turned her gaze to her mother and saw tears still streaming down her cheeks, messing up the makeup that she spent so much time on. It ripped out Y/N’s heart to see her mother in such a state, and to know that it was all her fault only made it that much worse. Y/N began to sniffle, holding back her tears as her father finally turned his attention to the other man in the room.

“And you,” Y/N’s father took two larger steps closer to Juice, gabbing his shoulder tightly. “I want you to get out of my house and stay away from my daughter. Because if I catch you again I will call the cops and have you arrested.”

Juice nodded, casting a quick glance towards Y/N before grabbing his shirt off the floor and bolting out of her room.

It would be weeks later when she finally saw Juice again. He was standing on the same street corner across from the church, the same place he’d been the first time they met. He was leaning against his bike, his arms crossed over his chest and stretching the fabric of his white t-shirt over the muscles of his arms. His eyes seemed to bore into her, taking in every feature, every curve, and every emotion in her face from across the street.

Y/N looked at him one time, meeting his eye. And that was all it took for her to cross the street and come stand in front of him.

“Hi baby girl,” he said softly, avoiding her gaze now that she was so close.

Y/N shook her head, blinking the tears away before she could speak, “You left me, you missed my graduation, where did you go?”

Juice snapped his eyes closed, the pain in her voice almost too much for him to handle. He didn’t want to; he had wanted to stay but he knew that his job at the body shop in town wasn’t going to allow him to save up enough for the two of them. So, he went to the next town over. He found a cheap, rundown apartment and another job at the larger shop in the next town over as well as picking up shifts as a bartender on the weekends. Between the two jobs he had been able to save up enough to take them all the way to California.

“I’m sorry sweets, I was doing what was best for us,” he pulled a small box for the saddle bag next to his knee. He handed it over to Y/N who opened it and gasped.

Inside the box was multiple large wads of cash rubber banded together. Each rubber band looked like it was ready to snap and Y/N was sure that if there was any more in the box it would not shut. Y/N looked up from the box, shock written across her face as her eyes connected with Juice’s.

“Where did all of this come from.” She said, fear bubbling in her chest as she waited for an answer.

“It’s not what you think,” Juice replied, taking the box from her hands. “I’ve been busting my ass to make enough money to get us, to get you out of here.”

Her shock increased; she was not expecting that answer from him. Y/N didn’t know what to say, afraid that if she opened her mouth she would start to cry.

“So, what do you say,” Juice said, a small smile on his face, “you ready to get out of here?”

Y/N looked back at the church across the street knowing her parents where still inside. Nothing had been the same between them after that day they caught her with Juice. They seemed to resent her, which tore at Y/N’s heart. But she was beginning to understand that their views were not going to change, they were always going to hate the idea of their little girl with the big, bad biker even if that big, bad biker was the kindest man Y/N had ever met. Knowing this in her heart made the decision that much easier.

Y/N turned back to face Juice as a small smile formed on her lips. “Let’s get out of this Podunk town.”

*10 Years Later*

Gemma could hear someone’s cell phone ringing all the way from the office and it was beginning to piss her off. So, like anything that pisses Gemma off she was going to take care of it. She followed the sound all the way to the clubhouse, to the box where the guys kept their phones during meetings. Gemma dug around in the box for a moment before finding the phone that was making the noise, Juice’s phone. Upon picking it up Gemma noticed a slew of missed calls and texts from Y/N, the last text that came through trying to inform him that her water had just broken while on her way to the hospital. After reading that Gemma decided that she had to interrupt the meeting in progress, Clay could kiss her ass if he wanted to raise hell about it.

“What the fu-,” Clay began when the large wooden doors flew open to reveal his wife.

“Y/N’s gone into labor,” she announced as she held out Juice’s phone to him.

The man in question hopped up from his seat, ran around the table and out the door before another word could be said. The rest of the men in the room looked at each other and back to Gemma before each of them ran out of the room as well. Each wanting to get to the hospital before their friend could give birth.

“You’re doing to good baby,” Juice whispered into his wife’s ear, letting her grip his hand as tight as she needed while he brushed hair away from her face. “Just one more push, one more.”

Y/N squeezed his hand, crushing his fingers but Juice didn’t seem to mind. She pushed, giving it her all until she felt like she couldn’t anymore. Again, and again, she did that until she finally felt the pressure release and she could finally breath again without the pain. But Y/N held her breath until tiny wails sounded throughout the room. Her and Juice letting out a collective breath at the noise.

“You did so, so good,” Juice said, kissing her forehead as the nurses took their daughter and placed her on Y/N’s chest.

Y/N took a moment to stare at the child in her arms before looking up at her husband. A smile stretched across her face as she did so. She couldn’t believe that the two of them had made it this far. It seemed like just yesterday they were leaving her little town behind to come to California, and now here they were ten years later and a hundred times stronger. And neither of them would trade it for the world.

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rebelwrites · 3 years

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Day 13 - Advent Calendars

Juice Ortiz x Reader

Prompt: “How many advent calendars does one person need?”

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You could have sworn your boyfriend had brought an entire factory of advent calendars.

There were two in the kitchen.

Four in the living room.

One in the bedroom.

One in your car.

And no doubt about four in the clubhouse.

You had never known anyone have so many advent calendars.

Everywhere you turned you were faced with another calendar.

“Babe how many advent calendars does one person need?” You asked as you walked in with the groceries.

“Urm only one” Juice said laughing.

“Juan, you have at least 8 advent calendars in the house” you said shaking your head.

“I can’t help it I’m addicted to chocolate”

“Oh I know that” you smiled “which is why I brought you year another advent calendar”

“You are the best girlfriend ever” Juice grinned pulling you into his arms, smothering you face with kisses.

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Haunted - Juice Ortiz x Reader One Shot

Inspired by I Miss You, I'm Sorry by Gracie Abrams

A/N: Ok first of all. This takes place after Juice's death in SOA cannon. I am very sorry about this lol. I won't have time to get a chapter of Marked for Carnage out this week but I wanted to get something out. And this is pretty damn sad if I do say so myself. I've been hearing the song I Miss You, I'm Sorry by Gracie Abrams a lot and it just reminds me of Juice so much. So I thought of this. Warnings are below. Please read those and read ahead with caution. I also think I want to write more oneshots when I can and I'm happy to write for other SOA and Mayans characters too, so feel free to request if you would like! As always 18+ only please.

Warnings: death, grief, sadness, suicide, suicide attempts, kissing, proposal, general fluff, angst, sickness, vomiting (if I have missed anything please let me know).

Word Count: 1560 words

You groaned, opening your heavy eyelids, your skin stiff and feeling taught from where your tears had dried. You were laying on your side on the carpeted floor of your bedroom. Taking a few moments, you glanced around the room, your mind quiet for the first time in over 12 hours. And then it hit you. And that gaping chasm where your heart was supposed to be broke open again. Juice was gone. The authorities had paid you a visit last night to let you know that he had been taken from you. Left to bleed out on the floor in gen-pop. Taking any life left in you with him. You remembered laying on your bed last night. Any kind of fight was long gone, having spent most of it screaming and kneeling in your doorway whilst the two officers awkwardly tried to offer any sort of comfort. But no, you would never know comfort again. You had buried your face in Juice's pillow, inhaling his scent, wanting it to suffocate you and take you to wherever he was now. And suddenly it had become overwhelming, the flood of memories tied to this bed.

You laid on your side, Juice wrapped in your arms. Your head was against his back, your arms around his waist. His breathing was shallow, stuttering. He kept raising a hand to his neck, and you knew he was running his fingers over the ligature mark on his neck. The distinct chain pattern, a reminder of his failure that he couldn’t even do this right. Your heart was in your throat as you reached over and grabbed his wrist. "Baby, stop," you pulled his hand over to you, pressing your lips against his knuckles. He swallowed and rolled over to face you. Slowly he pulled his gaze up to meet yours and your heart shattered all over again. Gone was the sweet, silly, innocent man you had fallen in love with. Before you sat a broken, desperate and defeated human. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Are you angry with me?" he asked, his voice low and croaky. You clasped his cheek in your hand, and when he opened his eyes they were glimmering with tears. "I'm angry baby," you admitted. He nodded, and a tear slipped down his cheek onto the pillow. "But not with you," you whispered. His brow furrowed in confusion. "I'm angry that I didn’t see the signs. That I let you get to this point. I wasn't here for you like you needed me to be," your throat felt full, tears beginning to rim your own eyes. "Please don’t leave me baby," you whimpered, pressing your forehead to his. Juice shook his head, rubbing his nose against yours like you had done a thousand times over in your need to be as close to him as possible. "I'm not going anywhere baby. You got me," he grasped your hand and held it over his heart. "Forever."

Groaning you sat up, running a hand over your face. You looked at the clock. It was nearly 11am. Nearing on 24 hours since Juice had left this realm for another. You hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye before he had been arrested. You had managed to visit him a few times while he was staying with Wendy, making your plans to go south together and be free from the club. Start over. But that had all changed after the Mayans had handed him over. Making your way to the kitchen, you felt your stomach growl. The idea of eating made you want to hurl but you knew you should try to keep something down. You filled a glass with water and grabbed some crackers from the pantry. They were old and probably stale as fuck but you figured if you could keep something bland down that wouldn't be a bad thing. You took a bite out of one and turned, resting your back against the sink. Your eyes trailed over to the stovetop, and it was almost like you could feel him with you.

"What is that you're humming, hmm?" you asked, walking up to where Juice stood at the stove, stirring the sauce for the pasta you were having for dinner. You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head between his shoulder blades. He began to rock back and forth and continued his humming, making you laugh. "What is into you, today?" you asked. He spun around, cradling your face and planting a kiss on your lips that had your toes curling in your shoes. "I don’t know what's gotten into me," he wiggled his brows. "But I know what will be in you later." You screwed your face up and slapped him on the chest lightly. "Very nice," you rolled your eyes at him, making him laugh. "Seriously," you said. "You're so happy today, what gives?" Juice grasped your waist and began rocking you back and forth again. You drew your arms up to rest around his neck. "I'm just excited for our weekend away," he shrugged, leaning down to press gentle kisses against your neck. "Mmm," you closed your eyes. "No club shit, no work shit," you sighed, smiling contentedly. "Yup," he pulled back, tightening his hold on your hips. "Just you, me. No clothes and room service." You opened your mouth in shock, trying to step out of his hold. "Mr Ortiz, we need to get you neutered!" Juice laughed, pulling you to him. He kissed you again, sending your blood thundering through your body, his tongue pushing into your mouth, the sauce on the stove completely forgotten about. Little did you know that the weekend included you, Juice, no clothes, room service, and the ring he had stored in his underwear drawer.

You looked down at the ring on your finger now. Your stomach rolled and suddenly the one cracker and the glass of water were ready to make an appearance. Sprinting to the bathroom, you only just made it to the toilet before you were on your knees, the small amount of food and liquid coming up, followed by the bitter taste of bile. And all of a sudden the tears were back, unleashed in an unstoppable wave as you heaved and sobbed over the toilet bowl. You didn’t know how long you kneeled there, gripping the toilet seat as the grief suffocated and burned you from the inside out simultaneously. Eventually the churning subsided and you moved to sit against the wall, hiccupping whilst the tears continued to spill. You shut the lid of the toilet, and again, it was like Juice was right in front of you.

You tapped your foot in annoyance when Juice winced yet again, trying to pull away from where you held a cotton ball with antiseptic against the spilt on his eyebrow. "Stay still, you big baby," you chided, tempted to press a little harder against the wound. He huffed impatiently, but obliged, placing his hands on the outsides of your thighs. You stood in front of him whilst he sat on the toilet seat, tending to his wounds. "I was only protecting your honour," he tried to explain, making you huff. "As charming as that may be, Juice. This isn't the medieval times, and I can fight my own battles you know." Juice hummed and pulled your hand away from his brow. Pressing his lips against your wrist, where you knew your pulse was pounding, he looked up to you with wide, innocent eyes. Instantly turning your insides to mush. You gripped his jaw gently, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss against his lips. He sighed faintly, and it took all of your effort to not climb into his lap then and there. Pulling away you grabbed a couple of steri strips from the first aid container, placing them along the cut. He probably needed stitches but this would do the trick until you headed over to St Thomas. "I know you can handle yourself baby, trust me," he ran his hands up your thighs and lightly smacked both sides of your ass, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. You just rolled your eyes at him. "But I like being your Prince Charming," he smiled, looking up at you again. You smiled down at him, placing both hands on his cheeks. Stepping closer you pulled his face to rest against your chest as you ran your hands over his shoulders and around his neck in an embrace. "I know baby. But no more fights, please?" you asked, stepping back to look down at him again. He just smiled his goofy smile. "No promises, baby."

You gripped the tshirt - his tshirt - that you were wearing in both of your clammy hands, as a guttural scream made its way up your throat. When it had died off into whimpers, you slowly laid down on your side, the cool bathroom tiles almost a shock to your overworked system. "This isn’t how it was supposed to be, baby," you whispered into the silence, your tears finally drying up again. He was everywhere. His entire being, the material of him, every memory, every kiss, every whisper, every promise. Everywhere. And yet he would never be anywhere again. Every corner of your life would be haunted.

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ravennaortiz · 6 months

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Halloween SOA Day 22: Monsters Under the Bed

A blood curdling scream ripped through the silent dark house, jolting Juice out of bed grabbing for his gun as he ran into the hall. “Daddy” screamed the voice of his daughter as he rushed to his daughter’s room, stumbling into the table and knocking it over with a crash. “What’s wrong Isabella” called Juice as he flipped the light on scanning for an intruder or whatever had caused his baby girl distress. “Monster under the bed, grabbed my foot” sobbed Isabella as she hid under her pink princess blanket. Juice closed his eyes as his adrenaline came down. “Izzie girl, there are no monsters under you bed” he soothed as he tucked his gun away before sitting down on his daughters bed. This was a conversation that had played out several times over the last couple of weeks. “Are you sure?” sniffled Isabella as she peeked out at him with her sweet chocolate colored eyes. Juice chuckled softly before replying. “Yes. Daddy is an official monster expert remember baby girl? This is a no monster zone” he stated with authority as he motioned for her to come out from under the blanket.

Isabella looked around her lit room as she clutched her Unicorn stuffy. “Will you do a check daddy?” she whispered as she looked back to him her lower lip quivering as her eyes started to water again. “Of course love. I’ll do a scan of the whole room” replied Juice as he looked at his daughter, his heart breaking before he stood up to start checking. While Juice spent the next few minutes searching the room for monsters Isabella followed his every move. “All clear baby girl” called Juice as he finished looking under her bed. Isabella nodded as she yawned.

“Now, how about a story to get us back to sleep?” asked Juice as he grabbed her favorite book about a biker princess off the shelf. Isabella nodded and snuggled into him as he sat on the bed to read. As Juice started to read Isabella interrupted him. “Daddy?” questioned Isabella quietly looking up at him. “What about mommy?” she added. “Mommy is safe sweetheart. No monsters can get into the hospital” he replied as pain ripped through him as he thought about his wife. The last couple weeks had been so hard and devastating on everyone. He was trying so hard to be strong for his sweet girl as they went day by day as they waited for her mother to finally wake up. If Juice was being honest with himself he hadn’t allowed himself to process anything yet. If he wasn’t home with his daughter he was at the hospital with his wife and best friend willingly and pleading for them to wake up. “What about Uncle “started Isabella before Juice shushed her gently.

“Your Uncles Happy and Tig are keeping an eye on your mommy and uncle Kip. They are both safe and nothing will happen to them.” Soothed Juice as he pulled her close and kissed her forehead. He silently willed her to accept this answer as he didn’t have the strength for any more questions tonight. Isabella nodded after a moment and he continued to read her the story.

Once Isabella was asleep. Juice turned the light off and shut her door before making his way downstairs to the kitchen. He sighed heavily as he grabbed a glass of water as tears welled in his eyes. Blinking fast to hold back his tears he slumped to the floor and called Chibs knowing he would pick up no matter the time. “Everything okay Laddie?” inquired Chibs as he picked up. “No” Juice barely got out before the sobs overwhelmed him. “I’m on my way” stated Chibs as he hung up.

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underatedcharactersunite · 4 years

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Gate Crash

Summary; You and Juice decide to go on a weekend away from the Club. However, Club business tends to follow the sons everywhere.

WordCount; 1,057

Pairing; Juan “Juice” Ortiz x Reader

Warnings; Mentions of Sex, Violence, Swearing

Day 7 Day 9

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It had all started ordinary. Well sort of. You and Juan had planned this date for weeks. You were going to leave Charming for a couple of days, grab a hotel in a random location and explore the town you were staying in. No club business to take care of just quality time for you and Juice. From the moment the two of you left town, it was supposed to be about the two of you.

However, being apart of SAMCRO, normal meant running from your lives away from a couple of drug dealing thugs that the club had betrayed. You no longer believed that the two of you could engage in regular couple activities. Now it appeared weekend that romantic weekends included running from danger.

“Everything is going to be fine. We’ll lose these guys and then get on with our weekend. Sound Fun?” Turning to look at your boyfriend, you highly doubted that this current situation was going to end anytime soon.

“It does if it was realistic. What the hell did SAMCO do anyway to piss these guys off in the first place?” You questioned as Juan tried to keep an eye on the two men chasing after you as they loaded their guns.

“They might have doubled crossed them. In Clay’s defence, the guy is a grade-A douchebag. He makes the Mayans look like Saints. This weekend was supposed to convince you that being an old Lady wasn’t so bad.” Screaming, you dived your head down as a bullet aimed in your direction.

“You want me to be your old Lady? Are you trying to be romantic while we’re running for our lives.” This conversation had arguably the worst timing as you leapt over a park bench. You never imagined that your mind could be on anything apart from running for your lives, but Juan knew when to pick his moments.

“Of course, I want you to be my Old Lady. Why do you think I’ve done extra hours at the shop and with the club? I wanted this weekend to be special. I did not expect us to be running for our lives while we had this conversation." As Juan pushed through a crowd of people, he made certain that if the two gunmen were going to aim at him, you would not be in harm's way.

“When does anything go our way? Of course, I’ll be your old Lady, Juan.” Juan couldn’t be happier in that single moment, despite being chased by two erratic gunmen. With no-where to go, you looked around to see for a place to hide. Then you noticed a wedding reception taking place.

“Juan, the wedding.” You called out while the two of you ran down a stairwell, into a different apart of the street.

“Baby, I think now is not the time to get married. Although I’m sure Bobby would affricate a wedding for us when we get home.”

“Juan Carlos Oritz that better not be your proposal! I was suggesting that we hide in the wedding party.” Juan seemed to like the idea as the two of you ran in the direction of the wedding reception. Despite it only took seconds to cross the road and immersing with the bridal party. It didn’t seem to work as two men began to search through the crowd of people.

“I want you to get out of here and call Jax.” You didn’t respond to him as you dragged him away from the crowd of people and down the corridor, looking for any available open door.

“Did you not hear a word I just said? This is too dangerous.” Finally finding an unlocked door, you stepped inside of it, tugging Juan with you ignoring his grumbles.

“Why are we in a closet?” Juan raised his voice, as you covered his mouth with your hand, leaning up to his ear, you pressed a gentle kiss to the shell of his ear.

“To hide from the two gunmen currently chasing after us. It also gives you ample amounts of time to text Jax to let him know what’s going on.”

“Do I need to know anything? Because you appear to be really good at hiding from Gunmen. Have I ever told you about the fantasy I had about us having sex in a closet?”

“Juan, two people are trying to kill us.”

“Right, texting Jax. But you didn’t say no, so I’m going to take that as a maybe.” Rolling your eyes, you pressed a hard kiss onto Juan’s lips, which he gladly reciprocated.

“No it wasn’t a no, but can we find a closet that hasn’t involved us running into it so we can live.” With a text sent to Jax filling him in on the current situation. The two of you stood in front of each other, not sure what to do next.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look today?” Stepping forward, Juan placed a hand tentatively on the side of your face.

“Juan, you tell me I look beautiful every day.” Leaning in, Juan’s lips pressed into yours as if they made of the most delicate material in the world.

“It’s because it’s true. You mean everything to me. I’m sorry the weekend has started off as we intended it to. I know being with me is complicated. It’s not like being in a relationship with a normal guy, but I want you to know I love you. There is not a thing I wouldn’t do to see you smile, to make you the happiest you can be. Baby, you make getting up every day worth it. You're like this ray of Sunshine that rids my world of the darkness that attempts to consume it. You are the moon of my life. I wouldn’t be anything without you. I just hope that this weekend hasn’t scared you away.” You couldn’t prevent the tear following down your face as you looked into Juan’s eyes almost suffocated by the love that consumed them.

“Do you think Bobby would officiate a wedding?” Juan analysed your words for a moment or two before it registered in his mind.

“Wait, are you serious?”

“Of course, I’m serious. I don’t need a fancy wedding with everything. All I need is you and the Club of course since your all a package deal.” Juan couldn’t believe he was hearing, grabbing hold of your face, Juan kissed you with all his might. This might be the best day of his life.

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thatimaginewriter · 6 years

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The Lieutenant Pt.3

Part 2

A/N: OH MY GOSH THE WAIT IS OVER AND I AM SO EFFING SORRY GUYS.

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, panic attack.

Word Count: 912

Tags: @theprestigious0ne @weirdnewbie @trymexo @brooklynnewsie1899

“Y/N?” Juice called as he walked in the house, letting out a sigh of regret for what’d happened last night. “Look, I know I overreacted but I was hoping-” He continued, as he walked up the stairs to our room, but he cut himself off when he saw I wasn’t there.

He furrowed his brows, and looked around the room, seeing all of my stuff was gone.

“Y/N?!” He yelled, searching the rest of the house, and finding me nowhere. He sat against the wall, and cradled his head in his hands, knowing I must’ve left. He knew it was partly his fault.

He tried calling me, and no answer. He threw his phone against the wall, blaming himself for the whole thing.

But, I didn’t blame him.

I blamed myself.

I should’ve never tried to have a relationship, with an outlaw biker. I guess I should’ve known I was gonna get hurt. It didn’t take a genius to see it wouldn’t end well.

But, if I’m being honest, I’d do it all over again, if I got the chance.

Juice was special. He was kind, and misunderstood. But, we always had each others backs. Even though, I didn’t know him for that long, he’d become the most important person in my life.

Leaving him, hurt me more than anything. It was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do.

But, I did it anyway.

It’s been a while since all of that. About a year.

I left the army.

I’m still MIA as far as they know. But, if I have any say in it, they’ll never find me. I can’t go back again. It’s too much for me. The PTSD I got from it all, still haunts me.

I still think about Juice from time to time. I haven’t talked to him at all since that fight.

I miss him.

I miss him so much. So much, I’d even found myself in Charming again.

Not even to talk to him, just to be here. Knowing this was where we met. Part of me, wanted to contact him. But I knew that’d be a horrible idea.

I walked into the bar, where I’d had that drink with him all that time ago. I started to tear up.

The door to the bar opened, but I didn’t look up from my drink to see who it was, I was too caught up in my thoughts to care anyway.

“Y/N?”

I heard a familiar voice say.

I looked up in shock, to see Juice.

I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, but..I also felt fear. What if he’d moved on? What if he was angry with me? What if he didn’t love me anymore? Or miss me like I’d missed him?

“Juice..” I smiled, not being able to find the words to say. I stood up. “I guess..we should probably talk..I’m sure you’re angry with me..” I cried, looking at the ground, and nervously play with my hands.

He said nothing, instead, he pulled me into a tight hug, and ran his hand through my hair.

“I’m so glad you’re okay..I was so worried.” He whispered in my ear, I wrapped my arms around his neck, as tears started to pour from my eyes.

“Juice..I’m so sorry..I shouldn’t have done what I did..” I breathed, burying my face into his shirt, missing the smell of his colonuge. He shushed me, as he ran his hands down my back.

“No..I’m sorry. I’m such an idiot. You don’t need to apologize.” He replied, he pulled away, and cupped my face. “Let’s get out of here... we have some catching up to do.”

He smiled.

We went back to back to his room at the clubhouse, and I explained everything that’d happened.

“So, I guess..I’m an outlaw now too..” I breathed a laugh. He took my hand and smiled.

“Us outlaws stick together, for the most part anyway..you think you’ll stay here?” He asked, a bit of hope in his eyes.

I nodded.

“For as long as I possibly can.”

His smile grew, and he kissed my forehead.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me.” He said, resting his hands on my waist, he pressed his forehead to mine. “I’m gonna need you with me..” He assured me, before pressing his lips to mine, kissing me softly, and then more rough, when I kissed him back, he lifted my shirt over my head, and I did the same to him. He smirked.

“I definitely need you tonight.” He whispered.

I fell asleep next to him, and my dreams were filled with nightmares of my time in the army. I woke up, drenched in sweat, crying, and shaking. I sat up in a panic, and swallowed the lump in my throat.

“It’s not real..I-It’s n-not real..” I said to myself, trying to take deep breaths. Juice sat up, and put his arm around me, rubbing my arm gently.

“Y/N..hey..it’s okay..you’re okay.” He said softly, trying to calm me down. “I’ve got you..” He smiled.

I smiled in return, and nodded, still trying to catch my breath, I laid back down, and he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close.

“I’ve always got you. I promise.” He whispered.

I smiled, I was so happy to be next to him again.

For good this time.

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fullbushfemme · 3 years

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Mercy

Pairing: Juice Ortiz x OC

Summary: Juice stops by to tell his partner he loves her one last time.

Warnings: mention of suicide

Word Count: 1,802

Author's Note: I am hesitant to post this because it addresses Juice's suicide attempt. I am in no way implying that OC "saves" Juice from suicide, but rather offers comfort and someone to confide in when Juice needs support. OC keeps him busy and he doesn't get the chance to attempt suicide.

It was late. It was too late. It had to be at least 2 am when Dot woke to the sound of a truck pulling into her driveway.

“He knows better.” She grumbled, glancing over at the clock on her bedside table. 2:37 am. She wanted to be pissed at him for waking her up, but it was far too late for him to just be dropping by for the hell of it. Something must be wrong.

Dot rolled out of bed and shrugged on her robe, closing it over her chest and shivering. She had forgotten how cold Charming nights could get. Although the walk from her bedroom to the front door was less than twenty seconds, Dot had more than enough time to run through all the horrible things that could’ve caused such a late night visit. Did something happen to Tara? The kids? Did they need a safe house? What if she was in the same danger as Tara? Was the cartel coming for her too? She grabbed hold of the handle and threw open the door, more panicked than she should be. Standing on the porch with his hand raised to knock on the door, half-illuminated by the living room lights, was Juice.

“Hey baby, is everything alright? Are you alright?” Dot asked, taking a step forward. Juice dropped his hand to his side and looked at her wide-eyed. He hadn’t thought through what he was going to tell her. So he stood there, eyes fixed on his partner as he searched for the right words.

Dot grew more concerned with every second that passed. She furrowed her brow and looked down at his hands, which were fidgeting with the cuff of his jacket sleeve.

“Juice?” She asked, stepping out onto the porch with him.

“I love you, Dotty.” He stammered, seemingly surprised by his own words. “A lot.” His eyes moved to the floor, his teeth clenched.

“Juan,” Dot placed a hand on his arm and tried to catch his gaze. “What’s going on?”

Tears began to fill Juice’s eyes as he pulled more and more on the sleeve of his jacket. Dot’s confusion turned to concern as the man she loved broke down on her front steps.

“Hey, hey, hey,” she cooed, pulling him into her. She looked up at him, desperately trying to get him to look at her. The man slumped over into her, grabbing fists full of her robe as he began to sob. Gentle whimpers filled the quiet night’s air as Juice cried in front of Dot for the first time. His whole body shook as he released what Dot could only assume was years’ worth of pain. Dot was taken aback by this sudden showing of intense emotion, but immediately tended to him. She led him into her home and to the couch which sat opposite the front door. Everything in her was telling her to go into “mom-mode,” to jump up and grab water and tissues and a warm blanket, but she fought the urge to mother her boyfriend just this once. She sat down on the worn couch and looked up at him, motioning for him to sit beside her. And he did. It was obvious he was uncomfortable from the stiffness of his movements and his aversion to looking at the woman he loved. If only he knew how badly Dot wanted to be let in, how badly she wanted to know and love this part of him.

Juice wiped away his tears and looked up at the ceiling, acting as though he hadn’t dissolved into Dot a minute earlier. He even plastered on a fake smile when he finally looked at her. Dot desperately wanted to know what caused him to drive all the way out to her in the middle of the night. She wanted to know what was eating him up inside. But she knew better than to push and prod. Instead, she searched his face for answers that weren’t there.

A silence emerged between the two. A long, painful silence. A silence heavy with too many implications for even Dot to decode, and she could always read her lover. Not being able to tell what he was thinking terrified her more than anything.

“I should go, I’m sorry.” Juice said once the red in his cheeks disappeared. He shifted his weight and leaned forward to stand, but Dot grabbed his arm to hold him back.

“I refuse to believe you came all the way out here to tell me you love me.” She replied, being careful not to make a big deal out of his breakdown. Dot herself was on the verge of tears.

The truth was that he did drive all the way out there to tell his girlfriend he loved her. Rolled up in the back of the truck Juice had driven was a thick chain, a chain he was intending to hang himself with. But he couldn’t go without letting Dot know that he loved her first. She needed to know that none of what was going to happen that night was her fault. She needed to know how much she meant to him, how much he had loved the time they had had together. But when Dot opened the door and he saw her face, he froze.

“Stay.” Dot whispered, her voice cracking. She was beyond scared now, her mind racing with all the horrible things that could be looming just beyond her front door. Did Juice know something that she didn’t? Was he in danger? Was he trying to protect her? “I need you here with me.” Her pleading eyes filled with tears.

“Dorothy-” he started, a pit in his stomach starting to form.

“Juan.” Dot said, taking his face in her hands. “I love you so much. And I know I’m not like the other old ladies who run with the club and know how to use a gun, but I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe.” She couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down her cheeks. “You’re my boy, Juice. My sweet boy. You’re the best person I know and I’m afraid of what’s waiting for you outside that door.”

Juice broke down again. He wanted to tell her everything. About the blackmail, the drugs, about murdering one of his brothers. But what would she think of him? Would she still believe him to be the best person she knew? Would she leave him if she knew?

He leaned into her, resting his head on her chest as he cried. Rubbing small circles into his back, Dot desperately tried to comfort him, but she didn’t know how. She didn’t know what was wrong, what could’ve made her perpetually chipper boyfriend melt into a puddle like this. She placed a gentle kiss on his head and held him. It was all she could think to do. Just hold him until he doesn’t need holding anymore.

“I’m here for you, baby.” She cooed. “Always.” Dot wrapped her arms even tighter around Juice. But his cries didn’t dissipate. She couldn't imagine the amount of pain and distress he was feeling for him to need an outpouring of this magnitude. And there was only one other way she knew to heal something like this. So she asked of him something an old lady is never supposed to ask of her MC partner.

“Talk to me.” She whispered. “Tell me everything.”

And he did.

Juice told her about his father and the blackmail and the drugs and the situation he had gotten into by stealing those drugs. He even told her about how he had killed one of his brothers and framed him as the thief. And when it was all out in the open, Juice felt a weight that he didn’t know he was carrying lift from his shoulders. But he still couldn’t shake the fear that Dot would see him differently, that Dot would see him as the criminal he was.

Dot sat and listened to him talk for hours. She held his hand the whole time. She knew he needed someone else to share his burden with as soon as he started speaking. She also knew that by listening to him confess to all that he’s done, she was putting herself in danger. But for him, she’d do anything.

When he finished, Juice waited for a response. He waited for any indication of what Dot was thinking. As Dot slowly nodded and let her eyes drift to the floor, his heart sank, fearing the worst. Silence once again filled the room.

Finally, Dot leaned forward, looking her lover in the eyes and asked: “What can I do to help?”

Before Juice could respond, a banging on the door interrupted them. They both looked over to the window and saw two bikes parked just outside.

“Wipe your face.” Dot said, tossing him a box of tissues as she moved towards the door.

Juice quickly dried his tears as Dot opened the door to find Chibs and Tig leaning against the frame.

“Is Juice here?” Tig asked.

“He was supposed to be at the warehouse, but he never showed.” Chibs added.

“Yeah. Sorry, I called him earlier. I was having a bad night and needed some company. I didn’t know he should’ve been working.” Dot glanced over her shoulder at the chipper man she knew and loved, even if she knew that smile she loved so much was a facade. “You’re gonna get kicked if you keep abandoning your work for some ass.” She playfully hit his arm as he walked past her onto the porch.

“Can you blame me?” Juice teased, leaning down to kiss her.

“Come on, boy. Club vote. We need everyone there.” Chibs called, already back at his bike.

Juice lingered on her doorstep, not quite sure what to say. He wanted to thank her. But for what? For listening to his guilty conscience? Instead, he said those three magic words:

“I love you.”

“I love you too, babe.” Dot replied, kissing him again. “Come home to me tomorrow, okay?”

“I’ll try my best,” he called out to her, walking off towards the truck.

“Keep him in one piece for me, okay?” Dot called to the two older bikers adjusting their helmets.

“Yeah, yeah.” Tig teased.

Juice smiled at his lover as he pulled out of her driveway. He really did love her. And he knew he could trust her. But neither of those facts made the guilt go away. He was still hurting inside, fighting battles no one would ever see. But at least he’d get to live another day. And he’d get to live that day with Dot by his side.

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