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spaghettificationandpretzels · 1 year

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I’m here for the new prompt list!! Happy New Years beauty , thanks for this amazing surprise!

Could I request Jax Teller with First time as a couple?

⬆️ I would like to be “destiny” 😈 LOL

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Cotton and Lace

Contains: Fluff, smut, (oral sex F receiving, fingering, P in V)

2.2K words

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The beginning

You and Jax were sitting on the couch in the corner as the Friday night party went on around you. Jax's hand was on your thigh as you talked about your day, a soft smile on his face as you spoke.

"It was so funny, dude slips on a wet floor sign then goes on and on about suing like he had a case. And then he tried to pull that his lawyer was a family friend and that if we didn't give him free shit for a year, he would make sure that we all ended up homeless. He only left when we called our own lawyer and handed the phone to him."

Jax sighed, "you are a saint, you know you can come and work at T-M?'

You shook your head, "no, I think our relationship stays alive because I'm not near Gemma everyday of the week."

Jax chuckled, "she can be a lot."

You leaned in and kissed him, Jax smiling against your lips as an idea came over him, "you wanna head home?"

You thought for a moment, "I'd like that, but as long as you come with me."

He smirked, "that's the plan darlin."

****

You got to Jax's front door and he helped you off his bike, then you handed him back his helmet, "we'll have to get one of your own, you were holding onto me so tight I thought you were going to break one of my ribs."

You shook your head, "you're the one that gave me your helmet, I was making sure that you stayed on the bike."

He chuckled, "sure darlin. You wanna come in for a nightcap?" His tone made it clear he was looking for more than just a beer and a goodnight kiss.

"Yep, I'll take tea if you've got some?"

The smile on Jax's face grew, he knew what that meant, "I think there's tea inside." He placed his hand on your back as you walked in his front door, kicking off your shoes while holding onto Jax for balance.

He pointed towards the kitchen with a smile and removed his kutte, handing it on the hook, "this way."

You nodded, "I've been to your house before, I know where your kitchen is." You sat at the table while Jax boiled the water and went to the fridge to get himself a beer.

"You got any plans for the morning?"

You shook your head, "nope, I have a drawer here, I was hoping you'd let me stay the night."

Jax smiled, "that sounds nice."

He sat down opposite you and took your hand, "I've really enjoy spending time with you."

You smiled, "me too, I wouldn't be here if I didn't." Jax leaned over the tabled and kissed you, soft at first, then he deepened it as you reached your hand up to hold his face.

"I'm not really feeling like tea now, maybe we go head to the bedroom?"

Jax smiled and took your hand, standing up and dragging you towards the bedroom. He opened the door and you followed him in, standing in the middle of the room waiting for him to do something.

Jax's hands cupped your face, "if you don't want tea, what do you want?"

You smiled, "you."

Jax smiled back and leaned down to kiss you, "I can do that." His hands moved from your face to your top and buttoned it, a sudden realisation hitting you as you stopped his hands with a giggle.

"What? If you're not up for it that's ok, we can wait as long as you need."

You shook your head, "no I want to. I know we had that conversation about what we were into and being safe and all that but I wasn't planning for this tonight and I'm not dressed for this occasion." You looked down and Jax followed your gaze, "my socks don't even match."

Jax smiled and kissed you gently, "that's alright, I'm not really paying attention to your underwear anyway, not this time at least."

You giggled, "ok."

Jax kissed you, harder this time and you felt your knees get weak as he walked you back towards the bed. Your knees hit the edge and you fell backwards, Jax going with you as he caught himself in his hands. "You sure you want to do this?

You nodded, "yes, are you?"

He smirked, "hell fucking yeah."

He went back to your top, popping the buttons and smiled as you sat up and shrugged it off your shoulders, "I like this colour and the lace is pretty."

You giggled, "just wait till you get a look at my granny panties." He didn't say anything else, settling for kissing your lips, then your cheek then down your neck and to your chest.

His lips brushed your skin and then he was running his hand up your back and to the clasp of your bra. "Can I?"

You nodded, "please." He smiled at you then the bra was opening, Jax's hand reaching up and brushing the straps off your shoulders.

His eyes went wide as they landed on your chest, "wow you have nice tits, I thought they looked nice with your clothes on but this is something else."

You smiled, "you're very sweet." His lips returned to where they were before he removed your bra, grazing the skin until they were moving down to your breasts. His lips wrapped around your nipple and his fingers found the other, his touch gentle. You placed your hands on the back of his head and wove your fingers into his hair, Jax sighing as you pressed him closer.

You went to remove your pants but he grabbed your hand, pulling away from your breast briefly, "let me do that." His mouth and his fingers swapped positions as he reached down with his free hand and unbuttoned your jeans. He pulled away from your breast and looked down with a smile, "I like them."

You giggled, "they aren't the most fancy pair I own."

You lifted your hips as Jax pulled them down, stopping to remove your socks, "I like these too."

You shook your head, "now you're just sweet talking me." When you were in nothing but your panties, you reached over and unbuttoned his blue flannel Jax sliding it off his ample shoulders with a smirk, "why do you need to wear so many layers?"

Jax chuckled and pulled back, taking off his top as your eyes raked over his newly bare skin, "you like what you see darlin?"

You smiled, "oh, most definitely." He kissed you again and you reached to undo his belt and pulled it away before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. You broke away from him and looked into his eyes with a silent question, Jax nodding softly.

You slid your hand into his pants and palmed his hard cock, your eyes going wide, "don't worry, we'll go slow." You nodded softly and pulled his pants down then wrapped your finger around the hem of his boxers and yanked them down, freeing his cock as he moaned.

"You good?" His tone was soft as he lifted his hand to cup your cheek.

You smiled softly and kissed him, pulling back just far enough to reply, "I'm great."

You went to grab his cock but he stopped you, "let's focus on your tonight, we have plenty of time for everything else."

You wrinkled your eyebrows, "what, but.."

He stopped you, "hey, I've got a reputation to uphold."

You giggled, "ok, well I'm going to make it up to you."

He smiled, "I can wait, lie back and let me make you feel good?"

You nodded and did as he asked, getting comfortable while he watched your every move. He hovered over you and pressed his lips to yours, his beard scratching your skin as his hands ran up and down your legs and with one final sweep, pulled your panties off.

He kissed down your body, bypassing your breast with his lips but picking up the slack with his hands, the callouses on his fingers making you feel warm as his lips moved down your body. He reached your hips then lifted your legs over his shoulders. He looked up at you with a smile, "can I?"

You nodded, "please." Jax kissed your inner thigh, slowly working his way towards your centre until his lips were brushing your core. He spread you open then licked you from entrance to clit and you gasped as Jax wrapped his lips around your clit. You twitched and Jax's forearm came down to hold your hips down as he took his other hand and circled his entrance with two fingers.

You moaned as he slid them inside you, his fingertips searching for your G-spot, you twitched again when he found it and Jax smiled against you, pulling back and replacing his mouth with his thumb, "found it."

You sighed, "you are a smug bastard."

Jax laughed and his mouth returned to your flesh, his arm pressing down harder as he built you up.

"Go a bit slower please." Jax listened before you finished speaking, his fingers slowing until you gasped, "that's much better, thank you."

Jax lifted his arm off your body long enough to wrap around your thigh before pulling you close then went back to hold you down. Jax listened to your every direction with no hesitation or complaint. Just as you reached the edge, he pulled away and replaced his mouth with his fingers and kissed your inner thigh. You tapped him with your knee and he lifted his head, "what gives dude?"

Jax smirked, "the night is still young."

You rolled your eyes, "we have all our lives for that, don't be a tease."

Jax's smirk widened, "our whole lives darlin, you really feel that way?"

You smiled, "yes, now get back to it or I'll change my mind."

He kissed the top of your thigh with a soft smile, "alright then darlin." When his mouth returned to your core, he didn't stop and with one more pass of his fingers to your G-spot you arched off the bed and contracted around his fingers.

Jax worked you through and you fumbled for his hand, Jax lifting his forearm off your hips to link his hand in yours as the orgasm faded. He kissed his way up your body until he reached your mouth, kissing you slow and soft until you wrapped your arms around his body and pulled him close.

He pulled his lips away from you with a smile, "you wanna keep going?"

You nodded, "yes please." Jax kissed your cheek and opened the top drawer, pulling out a condom, ripping open the packet and rolling it on his cock.

"You sure? You can always tell me no and I won't be mad."

You smiled, "yes I want this and you are very sweet." Jax kissed the tip of your nose and moved back to hover over you, lifting your legs and wrapping them around his waist.

He pressed his lips to yours and you placed your hands on his chest as he grabbed his cock, "you tell me if you want to change anything yeah?"

You smiled, "of course, can you please stop being so sweet?"

Jax sighed, "no way." His lips found yours as he slid inside you with a groan. He paused to let you adjust, his chest pressing to yours as his hand moved to your clit. His fingers moved in soft circles as his hips started to rock, taking a slow and steady pace until he was rolling his hips into you, the head of his cock brushing your G-spot.

He pulled away from your lips and buried his face in your neck while you pressed your face into his chest as the pleasure grew. You wove your hand into Jax's hair and he kissed from your neck to your cheek then your temples then finally your lips.

You tightened your legs and held him tighter to you, Jax moaning as his hips picked up speed, "please, Jax, I need more."

His voice was tight as he replied, "I can do that." He pushed himself up on one arm to gain leverage and looked into your eyes, his fingers pressing harder as he ground into you. You reached a hand up to stroke his cheek and Jax smiled at you, turning his head to kiss your palm.

"Jax, I'm close."

He grunted, deeper and more desperate this time, "I know, me too." Jax put more weight on his knees and slammed inside you, "you can let go, I'm here."

How were you to deny such a request, with one last roll of his hips, you came around him and Jax's pace faltered as he did his best to keep his composure. You took his face in your hands and kissed him, Jax nose bumping yours, "I love you."

Jax smiled against your skin then dropped his forehead to yours to look into your eyes, "I love you too." He kissed you again and came with a grunt, his chest falling onto yours as he caught his breath.

He rolled off you and threw the condom in the trash and pulled you into his arms, "how was that?"

You smiled, "it was great, amazing in fact, I do think I owe you a blow job though."

Jax smirked, "like you said, we have all our lives. I love you."

"I love you too Jax."

Fin

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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Tig's Daughter, Chapter 4

Word Count: 3.1k

Juice’s POV

"Hey sweetheart," one of the girls smiled at me. I shrugged her off, rolled my eyes and went further into the strip club. I needed to forget what went down tonight. All of that bullshit.

Def Leppard came on just as I sat down, and I watched as the next girl started her set. She danced along the pole, doing some tricks. Her body was grinding against the pole as she removed her top. As the second verse hit, she was sliding down the pole. She rolled onto her stomach for a brief second and a few guys threw bills at her because they saw her tits get pushed together. She rolled over onto her back and by the chorus she was looking me dead in the eye.

Her back arched and she slid out of her skirt. I continued to watch her through her set. Not putting any bills down, her attention went to other 'customers.'

Enjoying simply being a voyeur in the situation I put a drink order in. I watched her until her song ended and she moved down to the next pole after collecting her money. A few of the guys moved to the next stage with her.

I felt a little jealousy in the pit of my stomach as she continued to pay attention to the guys.

'they're paying her bills you asshole.'

I hadn't even noticed that she was gone until two songs later, when a waitress asked if I wanted another beer. Shaking my head, she left me alone.

"So, is staring at strippers a hobby?"

I looked to my left, and there she was. She had wrapped herself in a robe and was smiling at me.

"More or less."

She laughed and sat a shot down next to me.

"Well, it's nice to see a new face."

"What are you staring at?"

"That girl?" I asked the prospect. He looked to where my hand went, "she been here long?"

"Alex?" Her name sounded like a surprise coming out of his lips. I gave him a look.

"Yeah, you know her?"

He shook his head nervously, "uh, no, not really. Got in town a few weeks ago. Just moved here."

"She with anyone?"

"I don't think so…at least not officially," he chuckled, shaking his head yet again while taking a sip of his beer. I raised my brow as he smiled at her, "I think her-"

"KIP!"

He immediately ran over to her, and I couldn't help but feel jealous again.

How did he know her? Were they friends?

He left her at the bar, but only for a second. He came back a few moments later with a case of beer which she began loading into the back of the cooler. He repeated the process a few more times and then came back with a bucket of ice before someone else pulled him in another direction.

"I don't think I've ever seen you give any of us any money."

"Just a place to unwind."

"Most men unwind with their wallets here," she laughed. I smiled as she leaned forward, "you know I've seen you here every night I've worked...none of the other girls have seen you when I'm not here...you following me?"

"Just a fan."

"Well do you have a name, just a fan?"

"Can I tell you it over a private lap dance?"

"That sounds amazing."

The prospect came back with a beer for me.

"What's this?"

"Alex noticed yours was empty," he said, referencing the empty bottle I held in my hand, "she told me to get you another one."

I took it from the prospect and handed him my empty and he was on his way. I watched as she smiled and chatted up members from her spot behind the bar. It wasn't until two beers later that I'd managed to get one for myself.

"Was starting to think the prospect was gonna deliver em to you all night," she laughed as she saw me amongst the crowd at the bar, “want another?”

"Figured I say hey."

"Nice to see you outside of work, Juice."

Her lips met mine as she ground her hips against me.

"Wait," I paused, pulling away from her, "are you single? Is this allowed?"

"No one is watching us, Juice," she giggled, leaning forward. She caught my lips again. And for a second I caved and met her intensity, “I don’t think it matters behind this door.”

"Wait. Are you single?"

"For the moment," she laughed, "I don't exactly pull everyone into a dance and then spend that time making out with him."

"Well, I mean this is what, our fourth date?"

"Are you counting every time I give you a dance?" she asked curiousy, "are you calling them dates?"

"Shit, I-"

"It's cute," she smiled, cutting me off. Her hips ground against mine again and I groaned. She smirked so I pulled her hips down even more so she could feel how hard I was, "fuck."

I smiled as she moaned.

My jeans and boxers and her lingerie were the only material between us. But it all still felt like there was too much there. I wanted to be closer to her.

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"No," she said, shaking her head, "not at all."

My lips caught hers as I pulled her into my room. The door slammed behind us and I slammed her against it. She moaned and bit my lip playfully.

"Fifteen minutes, right?"

"Juice that's only at the club," she giggled, “we’re obviously not at my club.”

I smirked as I felt her hands go down to my jeans, "what are you doing, sexy Lexi?"

"Don't you want this," she whispered against my ear. She began kissing down my neck and I had to stifle a moan when she started nipping at my collar bone, “isn’t this what you’re looking for, Juice?”

"Oh I do," I moaned, gripping her hips a little bit more, "I just want to make sure you want this too."

"What date?"

"Tonight, makes six?"

"Yeah," she whispered softly, “I want this.”

Half-Sack’s POV

"Hey, where'd you go?"

"Just talking with one of the guys," she shrugged. I leaned against the door frame, not entirely believing it, “What…”

"I was starting to think you didn't want to do movie night."

“Of course I want to do movie night with you,” She smiled at me, "you really wanna…even after our last conversation?"

“I can’t keep doing this,” she muttered sadly as she drew little shapes on my chest, I looked down at her and my heart broke. I pulled her closer against myself, “Kip…”

“We have to keep it a secret,” I muttered, “you-“

“I’m eighteen now…have been for weeks…that’s how we got here,” she said delicately, her nails dancing across my chest. I felt my heartstrings tug as I looked at her bare form against mine, “Kip…I want more.”

“Alex…we can’t…”

I nodded, "Of course. I still have feelings for you, Alex…that didn’t change."

"Give me two minutes," she offered. She reached into the dresser and grabbed something and then ran into her bathroom, "you can pick the movie."

I chuckled as she ran into the bathroom. I walked into her room and closed the door, "do you have any preference?"

"No," she yelled through the door, “it’s up to you.”

I went over to where her movies were and started looking. What did I want to watch? What would she want to watch?

"So what'd you pick?"

I turned to look at her and lost my breath. She had changed over into a simple cami and sleep shorts, but she was beautiful.

"Kip?"

"I don't know," I admitted, knowing suddenly that this would end up just like every other time the two of us had spent together alone since she became legal. I cleared my throat and shook my head, trying to push the image of her moaning beneath me from my mind, “wh-what um, what do you want to watch?"

"Pick something scary," she giggled, "I want to see something good."

"You see the last Saw movie that just came out?"

She shook her head. I smiled and ran over to my room, grabbing it quickly. When I came back, she was gone. I got the DVD popped into the player and fast forward to the title screen. A few minutes later she came back with popcorn.

"I could have gotten that."

"You were getting the movie up," she smiled, “it’s no big deal.”

I nodded, ignoring the pang in my stomach. I hope the other guys didn't see her like that. Jealousy began to surge through me.

"Come on," she smiled, leading me to her bed. She laid down and put the popcorn on her night table. Removing my shoes and kutte I sat down on the edge of the bed, "come on Kip, I don't bite."

"You can call me Eddie you know," I smiled, "Kip and Half-sack are nicknames. You don’t have to only call me Eddie when we…”

"Edward Kip Half Sack Epps," she smiled, poking my cheek. I could see the slightest bit of sadness behind her eyes as she snuggled up with her blankets, "somehow that fits you."

"Yeah."

"I like it," she sighed. When I started the movie, she looked at me, "come closer. Lay down. We're watching a movie."

I nodded, delicately moving closer towards the middle of the bed. When I made it far enough, she put the popcorn in my lap.

The movie opened up with some guy being strapped to a table, a pendulum ready to cut him in half if he didn't crush his hands. I wasn't too focused on it. I mostly stared at my lap.

Alex had snuggled up to me. That wasn't the issue. She had been eating popcorn, but her other hand was resting on my thigh. It wasn't until she jumped and gripped my thigh that I actually looked at her.

"I’m sorry, I didn't expect that."

"You okay?"

She nodded, and snuggled up to me even more, putting the bowl on my side of the night table.

"You sure you’re okay?"

I wrapped my arm around her so that she could cuddle up into my chest a little more.

"Yeah."

"We don't have to watch it if you don't want," I offered, “I just thought…”

"No," she said, shaking her head at me, "I want to. "

"Listen," I chuckled, pausing the dvd, "if it's too scary we don't have to watch it. Especially right now. We can watch something else. I won't get mad."

"I want to watch it," she said, sitting up and staring at me, "Please Eddie?"

Shit.

The way she said my name was a cross between a plead and a moan, and it sent a pulse straight to my cock. I was quick to change the subject, trying to avoid my now growing problem.

"Okay," I sighed, tucking her back under my arm, "but if it becomes too much, you tell me, alright?"

"I will."

I smiled again, pressing play on the dvd again. I continued to mostly ignore the movie, and instead, found myself studying her. There was just something about her. I couldn't help but feel like this was so right.

Fuck the fact that she's younger. She gets me. And she's the coolest fucking girl I've ever met.

"Eddie?"

I felt her shift slightly, but she wrapped her arms around me even more. Her legs intertwined with my own, and she was partially on top of me. My breath hitched in my throat as her thigh brushed over my erection.

"You okay?"

She looked up at me through sleepy eyes. She nodded softly and I felt all my worry washing away. She hadn’t even noticed. She was so exhausted that none of it mattered.

"I can pause it and we can finish it tomorrow."

"I'm fine," she yawned, "you're just so comfy."

I paused the movie, but she didn't seem to notice. "What are you thinking of, Alex?"

She shrugged, but her hand reached for mine. I let her hold my hand as she pulled it closer to herself. She inhaled deeply and I felt myself relax into her.

“I love you, Eddie…”

"Eddie."

Her voice was soft.

Her hand brushed my cheek. The warmth of her skin against mine made me not want to open my eyes. Maybe if I pretended to be asleep still, we could pretend this was okay for a little bit longer.

"Eddie."

When I didn't respond she shifted, but my body wanted hers close. The warmth left and I felt myself roll onto my stomach, grabbing her pillow so I could at least have something that smelled like her.

"Why do you have to be my best friend?" she whispered. It almost sounded sad. I felt her lips against my temple, “god…I wish you wanted to be more.”

A few seconds later I heard the door open and close.

Fuck.

I sighed, sitting up, wiping the tiredness from my eyes. When I checked my phone, I laughed. 6:45 AM. We'd fallen asleep just a few hours ago, and no one was going to be awake yet, but here she was, up this early on a Saturday morning.

I got up, grabbing the kutte of her desk and started putting my shoes on.

"Where are you going?"

I looked back. I hadn't even heard her come back. She had a tray in her hands that smelled heavenly.

"I-I made breakfast if you wanted it," she began, "I remembered you had to work at the garage today and I wanted to let you sleep bu-"

"You made this for me?"

"Of course," she smiled. She sat it down on the night table, "I uh-I was gonna shower, but there's pancakes and some hash browns there. I didn't make any bacon or sausage because you're vegetarian."

"You remembered that?"

"Of course," she laughed, ruffling my hair, "you're my best friend, Kip."

God I wish you were more.

Juice’s POV

I smiled to myself. Hell, I couldn't stop from smiling all damn week.

Ever since the party I couldn't wait to see Lexi again...I just had to wait until her next shift at the club and then I could chat her up. I could ask why she was gone by the time I woke up.

I could ask if I could see her outside of the club and outside of a club party.Maybe take her to my place and show her a good time...and actually remember it this time.

"So tell me about this girl."

"What?"

Sack looked at me, "you've been daydreaming damn near all day. Any time anyone's talked to you you've been out of it. It's gotta be a girl, right?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure," he laughed, "but you've been giddy since the party a few days ago."

"It's been almost a week."

"Exactly."

Shit.

I shouldn't have corrected him.

Now he knows it's a girl from the party, "So what about her?"

Maybe if I play it cool, he won't think that much about it.

"Well, I was running errands for people all night," he shrugged, "Just thought maybe you'd wanna talk about it. Was she a crow eater?"

"No," I said quickly, "I wouldn't make a crow eater my old lady."

"Ahh," he said curiously, "so you wanna make this chick your old lady."

"Shut up prospect."

We walked through the gate of fun town together. Looking around it seemed like a good time. This would have been a good place to bring Lexi.

I wish I had her number.

"Hey, yeh made it," Chibs smiled, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, "took the two of yeh long enough."

"Sorry," Half sack grumbled, "Tig had me detail his bike before I was allowed to come down. Then Bobby had me do the same."

"Well shite prospect, if I knew yeh were doing the bikes I'd have left mine there and had yeh jump on er."

"I can do it when I get back," he sighed, “If you want.”

I chuckled, "add mine to that list, would ya?"

"An what about you Juicey boy?" he asked, "everyone's here. You'll finally get to meet Tig's youngest, Alex."

"How many kids does he have?"

"Just the three," half sack commented, "Alex has been staying with us for a while now. I'm surprised you haven't run into her."

"She's barely legal," Chibs laughed, "the only one that hangs out with her is you prospect. An that's because you're her chauffer during the week."

"I've been wondering why they pulled you off mechanic shifts."

"Sack ere has been payin his dues by driving Tig's kid around."

"Speaking of." Sack smiled. He jogged up to Tig stopping in front of someone I couldn't see

"E's become quite smitten with her," chibs laughed, turning around and leading us over, "you know if she wasn’t Tig’s, I'd be all over that. She's a little sex kitten for sure."

"Tigs kid?" I laughed, "Yeah. Okay."

"Hey Juice, Sack said you haven't met Alex yet."

I looked from Tig to the woman he'd had his arm around.

"This is Alexis."

"She goes by anything really," Tig chuckled, "I call her Alex. Few of the guys call her Lexi."

"I answer to most anything," she smiled, pretending not to know me, "Juice did you say your name was?"

But my breath was caught in my throat. Somehow, she looked younger. But there was no doubt in my mind that this was her. Her brunette bob. The flower-patterned dress which stopped at her thighs. She wasn't innocent but she sure as hell looked it today.

"You?"

"Hi." she smiled, acting innocent as ever.

"How old are you again?"

"Woah Juice," Tig growled, "That's my kid."

"She's eighteen brother. Just turned it a few weeks ago," Chibs laughed, trying to make a joke of it, "Lexi here is off the table for a few years, least til Tig finally kicks the bucket."

I felt like my heartrate was going a million miles a second. I made out with her.

Fuck.

The party. I don't remember it. Did we do more?

"You okay Juicey boy?" Chibs asked, "ye look a little green around the gills."

"Sure he's fine," Tig shrugged, "Come on Alex. Let's go on some rides. I remember you loved the little coaster when you were little."

"Okay dad!"

I felt sick to my stomach as the two of them walked away.

"Come on juicey lets get ye some water."

"Yeah,"I nodded along, "Water."

Chapter 5

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chibbybish · 2 years

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Like Real People Do (Juice x Reader)

Part 3 (final part)

TW! mention of blood and d3ath

[requested by: @kchavez666 ]

[word count: 1317]

[reading time: 00:10:32]

[tag list: @timbradfordsboot ]

It had been almost a couple of months since you let Juice in your life. Meeting him at the shop almost daily became a habit. It wasn't easy, at all.

One day, you were at the cafe with him from early morning till late in the afternoon.

"I mean, that movie? I don't think it captures the spirit of the book!" he said.

"Well, I think that the movie was alright! I mean, it was really close to the book." You wrote on your notebook and passed it to him.

"I can't believe you! Moby Dick is a classic masterpiece, that movie completely ruined it!" He laughed and when he stopped he looked at you, his eyes shimmering in the light of the setting sun.

The lady behind the counter kept giving you small glances, making sure you're okay. You appreciated her a lot.

Juice tapped his fingers on the small table and looked at his mug, it had been filled for the fifth time that day. And so had yours.

His phone started ringing, and his expression darkened. He picked it up and said; "Hey man. Yeah, but I have the day off. I told you, it's just a simple migraine, I'm sure you can handle the paperwork for the day." He ended the call and when he turned to look at you, his eyes smiled again.

"I have to go now, it's really late." You wrote on the yellow paper. You had written so much that day, you felt as if the pen would run out of ink.

"Do you want me to walk you home? It's already ve-" but before he could finish talking, he paused. You hadn't realized but you were looking at him in shock. That old familiar trembling came back, your feet were threatening to throw you off the tall chair.

"Woah, are you okay?" His hands remained still, just before he could reach you.

"It's fine, I'm fine. You can walk me to a certain point, if you want." You wrote. You were not sure why, it felt as if you could trust him, despite that terrible trembling that you were sure it was noticable enough.

"Oh. Alright then!" He seemed happy. Your thoughts wouldn't stop racing in your head. Everything seemed suspicious, all the time, but Juice couldn't be like him, could he?

You nervously stood up and left a tip on the table for Lettie.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Juice asked. You looked at him for a second, thinking about how easily this question could cause a mental breakdown. You smiled despite feeling overwhelmed by everything. You nodded and started heading for the door, with him following right behind you.

As you exited the shop you saw the first full moon of the summer. You stopped to admire it for a bit.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" Juice asked, standing right next to you. You nodded and started walking, quietly observing all these people around you, walking, talking, laughing. You wondered if you would ever have the chance to be like this; happy, without any worry in the world, maybe fall in love at some point.

You turned to look at Juice, he was looking at something, smiling and then your eyes met.

"You know, I think you came into my life at a time I needed you the most." He said. And you couldn't fully understand what he meant. "I mean, I've never had someone to talk to about books, listen their opinion on the stories and the characters and all of that. It's kinda nice." He looked away, his hands in his pockets and a big smile on his face.

You stopped walking and he kept on walking until he realized.

"Oh!" He laughed. "You'll continue on your own from here on?" He asked.

You shook your head and smiled, as you reached for your small notebook.

You wrote something on a page and ripped it off, giving it to him. It simple read "Thank you."

Juice smiled.

"I should be the one to thank you. Will I see you again tomorrow, the usual time and place?"

You shook your head and kept on walking, while he was looking at you getting further and further away.

You entered your apartment and left your keys on that little furniture next to the door. Surprisingly, your legs were no longer shaking, your breathing was normal.

The apartment was oddly dark at that time and the rays of the moonlight were the only source of light.

You turned the lights on, and wished you had never returned in that apartment. He was there, like he was in your nightmares, standing in the hallway with a knife in his hands.

Like a deer in the headlights, you froze.

"Ah hello, I was looking for you." A big, creepy smile appeared on his face. You tried to open the door but his voice, like glass breaking in the deafening silence, pierced your ears.

"If you move, I will kill you and that boy you're hanging out with." He screamed.

Not only did he know where you lived, but he also knew about Juice. And now he would hurt him and that was way worse than the possibility of him hurting you. Without even realizing it, you had started running towards the monster; all the times he had hurt you were passing before your eyes like a movie trailer.

You closed your eyes and the next time you opened them the knife had already stabbed you. You couldn't feel any pain. You grabbed it and as he tried to defend himself, you stabbed his chest. Again. And again, and again, thinking of all the times you were powerless against him.

"Hey!" Someone screamed but you were already laying on the ground. Your vision started to get blurry, but you saw someone running to you.

When you woke up the next day, Juice was sleeping on a chair next to you. Images of everything that had happened last night started coming to you and it was the hardest thing to keep yourself from crying. Quietly.

A pair of strong, warm arms was wrapped around you shortly after.

"It's okay. I will not let anyone harm you. Never again." He said. He didn't even asked about anything; who was that man in your house, what was he to you, what had he done to you. All that mattered was that you were alive. "He can no longer harm you." His words brought a feeling of relief to you. Your legs started to get numb, your stomach hurt a bit. You would slowly realize that you were free.

"I followed you. I don't know why, but I did. I saw him through the window and I'm so sorry I couldn't come to you earlier, before- before he-" his voice cracked. "I love you." He said finally.

"I love you too!" You said, without thinking much of it. The sound of your voice was unfamiliar, to both you and him.

"This is the first time I hear your voice." He smiled.

After a few months, you got to sleep normally, no nightmares,no sudden trembling. Juice was always next to you as you began the journey to "fix" the broken parts of yourself.

You never asked what had happened with your father's body and you didn't really care. You could get out of the house without fearing for your life.

"You know, I'm glad I met you." Juice said. You were laying in bed on a Saturday, reading books like you did every Saturday for months.

"Me too. I feel safe when I'm in your arms, or anywhere near you." You smiled.

You never threw away that notebook. Anything that had been written there led to something wonderful. You still felt as if your past was chasing you, but that was now over, and you could finally breathe.

#samcro #sons of anarchy #soa imagine #soa #soa fanfiction #juice imagine #juice x reader #juice ortiz #soa juice #Spotify

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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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vulgar-display-of-escapism · 2 years

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*clears throat* Now that I wrote about them in that imaginary Mayans thread, I cannot stop thinking about how cute they'd be together.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

I present you

JazzyBoyz

Yeah, I ship that.

#Mayans MC #taza romero #sons of anarchy #Jucie Ortiz #SOA Juice #Juan Carlos Ortiz #JazzyBoyz

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fanficimagery · 3 months

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Violent Little Thing

To the Sons of Anarchy, you're just Happy's neighbor that doesn't care for drama or the fact that they wear kuttes. But in actuality, you've dealt and probably have done far worse, and it isn't until you're kidnapped that they find out your secret.

Author's Note: Long time no see, huh? Does this mean I'm back? Hell no. This has been sitting in my drafts since mid-2023 and thought it was time to go out. For never having seen more than a few episodes, I love these SOA boys. I'm not super familiar with the lingo or clubhouse etiquette, so this is gonna take place away from that particular setting. Trigger warning for graphic violence and attempted sexual assault (it doesn't get far). Reader is gonna be a little… off the rails. Blame all the dark romance I've been reading lmao.

Before moving into your new home, you knew it was going to be a fixer upper. Fortunately for you, you loved working with your hands, and after having been banished to Charming in hopes of calming your inner demons, you were going to have a lot of time to do just that. But the joke was on your family because there was no calming your demons. People just needed to learn to not piss you the fuck off.

When you get to the house, however, you see that a majority of the work has already been done for you. The only thing left for you to do is paint the walls, rearrange furniture, and unbox your belongings. The electricity and water are already turned on, and wifi has been installed with your password on a sticky note.

The master bedroom is huge and you love it, but you don't have nearly enough belongings to fill it. Your queen-sized bed looks tiny and you immediately want something bigger. So heading back outside to your vehicle, you grab your bag that has your laptop inside and head back in. Setting up at your kitchen island, you search for a place that will deliver any type of food and beverage. You find a pizzeria just on the outskirts of town that will deliver to Charming, so you place a quick order. It's a forty minute wait period, so to pass the time you start looking up bedroom ideas.

You run across a California king bed, but none really catch your eye. What does catch your eye, however, are the DIY beds that touch from one side of the wall to the other. You take your laptop back to your bedroom so see if it's do-able, and come to the conclusion that it is. You'll have to add some floating shelves since you won't be able to have bedside tables, but that's perfectly fine with you. You then take the time to get down the measurements of your room because you still have to situate your dresser and mount your TV to the wall, and you need to make sure everything will fit.

Eventually your food gets there and, sitting at the kitchen island, you dig in. You slowly eat and drink your fill, and then place any leftovers in the already cool refrigerator.

Needing some bathroom necessities and sheets for your current bed, you unload your vehicle. You place each box in their respective rooms, but leave them mostly boxed up. And not wanting to get any TV's mounted or bed fully put together since you still have to paint the walls, you remain on your laptop to pass the time and send messages to your family to let them know you're okay.

It takes you a couple of weeks to build your bed frame, get in your special ordered mattress, and paint the walls to your liking. You do most of your building in the driveway, so you've become accustomed to the people living on your street, waving at them as they pass or call out a greeting. But there's one individual everyone seems to steer clear of or avoid eye contact with, and that's your next door neighbor who rides a motorcycle and proudly wears a Sons of Anarchy kutte.

You had first seen the intimidating, bald man when he showed up a couple days after you moved in. You'd looked up when you heard the rumblings of engines and watched two motorcycles pull into the driveway next door. You paused hammering for a moment, nodded at the two men who took a moment to stare back, and then went back to work.

Over the next few days, men came and went from next door. And each time, they were intrigued watching you work. But eventually your bed frame was finished and you had to situate it in your bedroom. Maneuvering the mattress was no easy feat, but you were not about to ask for help, and it didn't take you long to finally finish furnishing your home to your liking.

As busy as you've been, you haven't really had the time to eat a home cooked meal. So after everything, you took a trip to the grocery store and bought hundreds of dollars of food and drink to stock your kitchen with.

The air is finally cool and crisp, so all the windows to your home are wide open. You'd been feeling a little restless, so you opted to cook a meal that would keep you busy. Enchiladas, rice, and beans is one of your favorite meals, so after making sure you have everything, you put a pot of beans to cook. They have to cook for a few hours, so while that's going on you get online to check in with your family.

When the beans are done, you get started on browning hamburger meat. Setting a majority of the meat aside, you use only a bit for the enchilada sauce. You pour in water, flour, spices, and some canned chili until it's to your liking, and then heat up some corn tortillas before you start rolling the enchiladas. After they're in a pan that holds far too many for only you, you pour the enchilada sauce on top before shredding some cheese atop of it. Once that's in the oven, you get started on a pan of rice.

It's when the rice is boiling that your doorbell rings. A little tired and more than a little hungry, you grab up your beer after turning off the rice, and take a swig of it on your way to the door. Since the door is wide open, you can easily see who's standing just on the other side of the screen door. It's one of the Sons, one of the only two with brown skin that you've seen so far. But this isn't the intimidating bald one, this is the one with a shaved mohawk down the center of his head and a killer smile.

You arch an eyebrow at him as he tucks his hands into the front pockets of his jeans and you take another swig of beer as you lean against the door jamb. "Yes?"

The corner of his eyes crinkle as his smile widens. "Hi. Uh, me and my boys are chilling next door and we couldn't help but smell whatever it is you're eating. You mind sharing the name of the place where you picked up your food from so we can go get some too? Smells really good."

Your lips twitch. "Who said I picked anything up?"

"You cooking?" His eyes widen. "Bullshit."

You huff a laugh and nod. "YN."

"Juice."

"Mhmm." You push the door open just enough so you can lean out and peer next door, catching sight of two men sitting sideways on the seats of their bike. "Just you three?"

"Yeah."

You hum again and then back into your home as the screen door shuts quietly. "I've been watching you guys come and go, nodding cordially when our gazes clash," you say. "If you're willing to leave your shoes by the front door, you're more than welcome to pull up a seat at the table."

"Forreal?"

"Sure." You shrug. "I never learned how to cook for one, so I might have made an entire tray of enchiladas that will most likely go to waste if someone else doesn't eat them."

"Oh hell yeah." Juice turns, cupping his hands around his mouth as he says, "Yo! Free meal! Get over here!"

You watch as one man eagerly gets off his bike, whooping in delight of free food. The other, the one you believe actually lives next door, casually gets up at a leisurely pace. You push open the screen door as they're stomping up your porch steps, and Juice introduces you to Tig and Happy. You do your best not to smile because Happy does not look quite so happy, but he grunts a greeting when you tell them your name.

As Juice steps into your home, he's quick to kick off his shoes and tell his boys to do the same. They do and then you lead the way to the kitchen, pointing at your table. "Siéntate."

"Ohhh. A Spanish lady," Tig muses as Juice translates for him to sit down as you instructed. When you glance at him, his wild-crazed gaze makes you snort. "I like 'em a little spicy."

"And I like 'em less talkative." Happy and Juice both snort, and Tig beams at your sassy retort. "Beer or soda?"

Tig and Happy take beers, and Juice takes a soda. You serve them each their own plate of three enchiladas, a scoop of rice, and a scoop of beans. You serve yourself last with a glass of water, and finally take a seat to dig into all your hard work.

"Goddamn," Tig grumbles after his first bite of everything. "This is some Mexican restaurant level shit here."

You grin as you eat at your own pace, feeling content at watching three grown men finding your cooking delicious.

"So what's your story?" Juice asks. "In all the times I've come around, it's just you here."

"That's because it is just me here."

"Why Charming?"

You take a moment to swallow your food, washing it all down with a sip of water as you lean back in your chair. Then glancing between each man and the patches on their kuttes, you ask, "Do you want the real story or the story I'm feeding anyone who asks in polite small talk when they see a new face in the store?"

All three men slow their eating, their gazes sliding up to you in surprise.

"What's the story you tellin' the locals?" Tig asks.

Placing a hand over your heart and changing your voice so you sound like a southern belle, you say, "Just that I just left a very nasty relationship and my family thought I deserved a fresh start away from the man who dared lift a fist in my direction."

Tig snorts. "And the real story?"

You chuckle as your voice goes back to normal. "My family thought I needed to calm my inner demons, so they banished me to Charming. Joke's on them, I've made peace with my demons. It's not my fault people keep pissing me off."

Tig and Juice laugh as Happy smirks at you.

"What'd you do to earn banishment?" Juice wonders.

You shrug. "I wasn't joking about the nasty relationship. I just leave out the small detail that once I was out of the hospital, I went crawling back to my dickhead of an ex-fiancé and plotted my revenge."

"Crazy and you can cook. Marry me," Tig says.

You shake your head at him, eating a bit more before finishing the story. "I was raised to take no shit from anyone. So after he put me in the hospital, I made him believe all was well. Then one night, when he least suspected it, I slipped him a little something so he was conscious, but paralyzed, and set fire to his house."

The three men freeze, but you continue eating as if it was no big deal.

"Did you- did you kill him?" Juice warily asks.

"Unfortunately, no." You pout and then laugh at their awed expressions. "He had nosy neighbors so they were able to get the firetrucks there as soon as they smelled smoke. But when my family found out, they said I was sloppy, so I got shipped out here."

"Yoo.. what the fuck?" A moment of quiet ensues and then Juice is laughing. "That has to be the craziest shit I've heard in a while."

"I highly doubt that." Your gaze drops to the patch on his kutte. "I'm sure you've heard, seen, or taken part of some pretty crazy shit." When you meet his gaze again, you smirk. "Am I wrong?"

Juice grins and then looks at Happy. "Your neighbor is cool as shit. I'm kind of jealous." The air of amusement lingers as everyone continues to eat. "So what do you do for work?"

"I do some IT stuff for my family." You shrug. "I can work from anywhere, so I guess I'll still be doing that. What about you boys? What do you do other than ride?"

"We work at Teller Automotive," Tig says. "Only car garage in town."

"Really? Do you guys have any openings this week? I need my oil changed."

"Sure. We'll leave a number before we leave."

The rest of dinner is spent with the men telling you what there is to do in Charming and asking how long you plan on staying. You're not really sure, but if you end up liking Charming then you have no issues setting down roots. And then when dinner is done and you've seemed to exhaust all the small talk topics, you plate up the leftovers and send the men on their way.

Over the next couple of weeks, you befriend your neighbor. You take your vehicle into Teller Automotive and Happy takes it upon himself to take care of it for you. Tig and Juice had kept you company, and introduced you to a few of their other brothers when they took interest in their new friend. You were invited to one of their parties and, after some pressuring, you went. Nothing shocked you, not even a few members of the club getting head in plain sight, but Happy apparently shocked everyone else by gluing himself to your side. According to the club President, Happy was normally found in the ring outside or fucking his way through croweaters, but that night he made sure that no one bothered you.

Then more often than not, Happy reaped the benefits of your cooking and appeared for dinner before taking leftovers home for lunch.

In such a short period of time, you grow accustomed to the stern biker's company.

One morning, you're startled awake by the doorbell ringing and a fist pounding on the door. You sit up and scoot out of bed, hurrying towards your front door in a groggy, yet panicked state. But before you pull the door open, you peer out one of the thin windows on one side of your door. It takes a moment for you to realize it's Happy and that the sky behind him is still dark.

Unlocking the door, you pull it open. "What the fuck, Hap? What's going on?"

With a duffel bag hanging off his shoulder, Happy looks you up and down. "You always answer the door like this or am I just special?"

You freeze and then glance down, rolling your eyes when you remember you went to sleep in a gray wife beater, that makes it very obvious you're not wearing a bra, and a pair of hipster underwear. "Neither. You're lucky."

"Sure." You narrow your eyes at him and he smirks. "I forgot the bills were due and everything got shut off. Can I crash here until I get it sorted?"

Without missing a beat, you say, "Yeah," and step back from the door, opening it wider. "Shoes off. You know where the bathroom is and I'm pretty sure you can find the guest bedroom." You yawn and lock the door behind your friend. "What time is it?"

"Little after five."

"Happy," you whine. "S'too fuckin' early. M'going back to bed." As you pad back to your room, you don't hear any footsteps behind you. "Stop staring at my ass!"

"Can't help it. Might start dropping by early now."

"Do it and die, Lowman." Stopping and turning, you point an accusatory finger at him. "Do not come in between me and my bed. I will murder you."

His lips twitch. "Worth it."

. .

It takes less than a week for Happy to get his power and water turned back on, and then he's back at his house. Though there are times when he shows up for dinner, dropping off on your couch when he's too tired to walk back home. Normally you would mind, but Happy knew how to clean up after himself, so you didn't mind that it seemed he was practically half moved in.

One night, you get a call from your brother that they need you to come in and work on cracking the passwords on a few laptops they'd gotten their hands on. You agreed, but first you needed to arrange someone to look after your house.

The next afternoon, you show up to Teller Automotive. You find Happy on a smoke break and ask him for a favor. When you ask him if he can keep an eye on your house for two days, he seems surprised, even more so when you give him a copy of your house key. You tell him he can crash there and eat whatever food you have so long as he doesn't trash the place. He readily agrees.

And when you return two days later, you realize you should have specified that he could crash in the guest bedroom. Finding a nearly naked Happy in your bed isn't half bad, nor is the firmness of his ass when you smack a hand down on it to wake him up.

Immediately he jerks awake, twisting his body as he sits up, and pointing a gun right at your face. You laugh and lick the tip of the barrel while wiggling your eyebrows at him. "Wakey, wakey."

"You're a fuckin' pyscho," he grumbles, lowering his gun.

"Yeah, well duh. You should have had that figured out a long time ago." He rolls his eyes before turning to drop down face first back into your pillow, shoving his gun back under it. You grin. "Was there something wrong with the guest room you've been using?"

"No. I just didn't know how fuckin' massive your bed was. It looked lonely without a body in it."

"Mhmm. I'm sure." He grunts and you chuckle as you crawl out of the bed. "I'm gonna go pick up some breakfast from the diner. Want anything?"

"Anything and everything."

"Gotcha. I'll text you when I'm on my way back."

. .

The dynamic between you and Happy ended up changing after that fateful morning. When he slept over, it was in your bed. You hadn't crossed the line past lingering touches or innuendos, but it was a given that he was the only person allowed in your bed. You didn't care for the croweaters at the parties his club put on every Friday night, but the two of you made a statement when he rolled up one night with you seated behind him.

The Sons nearly gaped as Happy amped up his protectiveness, pulling you between his parted thighs as he took a seat on a stool at the bar. Tig and Juice had walked over, and Happy perched you on his knee as you joked with his brothers. The croweaters didn't bother to hide their glares or sneers, but you merely smirked at their cattiness and took to scratching the back of Happy's head with your nails when you'd draped your arm around his shoulders.

"So, is this a thing?" Jax, the club president, had asked.

You shrugged and grinned. "We're friends."

"Friends don't stake claims."

"We're possessive friends."

Happy had snorted but didn't correct you.

From there on out, it was known that you were Happy's.

The Sons are relaxing at the clubhouse after a long day's work when blacked out Escalades and BMW's pull up. The atmosphere immediately goes from relaxed to tense, and the Sons flank their President when he walks out to the lot to see what the deal is.

Thug after thug exit the vehicles before opening the doors on two Escalades, ushering out four well-dressed men. None of them look like they'd be a person to fuck with, so Jax is extremely curious as to what the fuck is going on.

"Can I help you?" He asks, eyebrow arches as tattooed thugs flank the apparent important men.

"I hope you can." The one in charge reaches into his coat pocket, pulling out a picture. "What do you know about this woman?"

When Jax is shown a picture, he mentally curses. It's Happy's neighbor and a friend to many Sons. He keeps his expression neutral, before shrugging. "Nothing. Should I?"

"She's my baby sister."

"Oh hell…"

"YN never misses check-in and she's missed two," the man explains. "It's come to my attention that she's made some connections to Happy Lowman, Juan Ortiz, and Tig Trager- all Sons of Anarchy. Do you understand why I'm here now?"

"Fuck, man, we didn't know. What can we do?"

"You can start by questioning your men to see if they'd heard from her."

At that, Tig steps forward. "I haven't seen or spoken with YN in a little over a week."

"What about Juan or Happy?"

Jax looks at his gathered men, frowning. "Where are Juice and Happy?" No one says anything, looking as confused as their President when they don't see their familiar faces. Then raising his voice, he asks, "Has anyone heard from Happy or Juice today?" Nothing. No one utters a peep. "What about yesterday?"

"Jax." Opie has his phone to ear, shaking his head. "Both are going to voicemail."

"Shit." Then turning around to face the slowly darkening expressions of YN's apparent brothers, Jax asks, "How can we help?"

. .

When your eyes flutter open, every inch of your body is in pain.

"How the fuck does my hair hurt?" You groan. You try to sit up, but realize you're on your side, on dirt and hay, with your hands tied behind your back. "What the actual fuck?" Clearing your vision, you see that you're not alone. Happy and Juice are with you, but they're in chairs with their hands tied behind their backs and looking a little beat up.

"Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty," Juice tiredly muses.

"What happened?" Maneuvering around some, you manage to sit up.

"Kidnapped," Happy says. "They injected us with some shit, but they gave you too much."

You grimace as you roll your neck. "Dicks." It's dim in the empty barn you're being kept in, but you can see sunlight through the cracks of the walls. There are stalls for animals on either side of you, all empty, and a table filled with various blades and weapons not too far away. Your aching arms are your main priority though, so you move into a crouch and wiggle your tied wrists under your butt. With a grunt, you fall backward and maneuver your hands until they're situated in front of you. "Ah. That's better."

"Get up and grab a blade so we can get the fuck outta here," Happy urges.

You do as you're told, mentally scoffing at the thought that these morons didn't think to bind your ankles. Unfortunately, you're not so lucky as someone had been watching from the shadows. So just as you're reaching for a blade, that someone jumps out at you and roughly pins you against the table.

Bent over with your arms above your head and someone pressed up right against you, you immediately start thrashing and cussing out whoever it is. Happy and Juice shout, and start wriggling in their own seats when a hand then pins you to the table by the back of your neck.

"So close, princesa." A man tuts and you jerk in his hold, but still he persists. Laughter causes you to look up, watching as another two men step out from behind Happy and Juice. "Is that anyway to talk to your host?"

"Fuck. Off."

"Oh, I will." Just then, a hand grips your waist and squeezes, and you freeze. "Just not yet. I have some questions for you."

"Don't you fucking touch her."

When you glance up at Happy, there's a look on his face that you've never seen before. You know what he does for the Sons, but you'd never seen that particular dark look or glint in his eyes, and for a moment it steals your breath away. Then you remember that look isn't meant for you, and you squirm a little as the man behind you laughingly presses his pelvis into your ass. "Or what?"

Juice answers, "Or we'll fucking kill you."

That causes all three men to laugh some more.

"Doubtful. But thanks for the laugh." Then the man behind you focuses on you once again. "Besides, my business isn't with you, but with the princesa de la mafia."

You tense. "I don't know anything."

"Aw. Of course, you don't," the man coos. "I would hope that your brothers are smart enough to never let a woman in on their secrets. But then again, you are the baby sister of one of the most dangerous mafias in the United States. I'm pretty sure you know something that I can use to hurt those brothers of yours."

You manage to angle your head just enough so you can make eye contact with Happy. He meets your stare, and you see it subtly soften, but then he's glaring at the man holding you once more. "I won't sell out my brothers."

"No?" The man releases your neck, only to trail his fingers down from your ribs to hips. "I don't want to mess up such a pretty face, but you do know there are other ways to break you and get you to talk, right?"

And then before you can answer, he's grabbing the back hem of your shirt and ripping it down the middle.

You yelp just as Happy shouts, "You motherfucker!", and squirm to get away. Across from you, Happy and Juice are pummeled a few times until they stop trying to break the chairs they're bound to.

The man rubs a hand up and down your back, fiddling with your bra strap, but never unsnapping it. You feel gross, but it's only when the guy reaches around to fiddle with the button on your jeans does red cloud your vision.

"Hey, Hap?" You manage to meet Happy's livid gaze. "Remember when I spoke about my demons?"

"Yeah."

"They desperately wanna come out to play."

"Shut the fuck up, you whore!" The man slaps you across the back of your head and you grit your teeth, biding your time.

Happy slowly smirks. "Then let them out to play, baby."

The moment the button on your jeans is opened, you scream at a pitch that startles every man in the room. Then pushing up as much as you can, you headbutt the man behind you. As he swears, you reach for the first handle you see and are pleasantly surprised to find a small machete. Then without even thinking, you whirl around and swing the blade, catching your would-be abuser in the neck with the blade.

Blood sprays as you immediately tug the blade free, leaving the man to try and cover his wound as he splutters on his own life force. From the corner of your eye, you see someone running at you, but another swing of the machete finds a home in the second man's face.

As the man falls back with a scream unlike anything you've ever heard, he takes the machete with him. Happy and Juice shout at you, and it's then you remember the third. He's running at you, a small blade in hand, and you reach for the nearest weapon. It's a metal bat and just as you rear back to swing, he swings first. The blade makes contact with your bicep, slicing it open, but you only feel the sting of it after you swing.

The bat clips the man in the jaw, stunning him. As he stumbles back, you advance. He sloppily swipes at you again, but you dodge it. The second hit with the bat hits true, catching him in the temple.

The man falls and you're quick to stand over him, bringing the bat down a third time.

The bat connecting for a fourth time makes Juice cringe, but Happy proudly watches on.

Thwack.

Thwack. A scream.

Crack!

"Shit. I think that was his skull," Juice mutters.

YN screams as she continues to wail on the man with her bat, caving his skull further and further in, to the point there's now a puddle of blood beneath his head and splattering with every pull back.

The barn doors open, and Happy and Juice tense when armed men start to file in, but they exhale with relief when they see Jax, Tig, Chibs, and Opie in the mix. All the unfamiliar men take in the scene with an air of indifference, but it's the expressions of the Sons that almost make Happy laugh out loud. They'd only known YN to laugh, feed them, or threaten the croweaters with violence. None of them, with the exception of himself, Juice, and Tig, knew the violence she was capable of.

"Uh, a little help?" Juice calls out. "My arms are killing me over here."

Tig rushes over, pulling out a blade to cut his brothers free. "What the fuck happened?"

"One of them threatened to rape her and she just lost her shit."

Juice is cut free first, and he immediately stands, rubbing his raw wrists. As Jax checks in with him, Happy is cut free.

"Boss, should we stop this?" Someone asks.

Happy looks over in time to see a guy in a suit grimace when blood is flung onto his pristine boots. "Do you want to get in the middle of that? You know how YN is. Let's just let her run out of steam."

As the guy steps back in line with a nod of agreement, Happy huffs and stands. He stalks over to YN until he's behind her. Then when she raises the bat high above her head, Happy lunges. He manages to grip the bat where it isn't slick and pulls it from YN's grasp.

Still very much livid, especially now that your weapon's been ripped from you, you whirl around to start screaming expletives and pummel whoever it is with your bound fists. Instead, arms are wrapped around you, keeping your arms stuck between your chest and another, and there's a gruff voice in your ear saying, "It's over. It's over, baby. The cavalry's here. You can stop now."

It takes a long minute for the voice to infiltrate the fog of rage, and then a moment to realize who's speaking.

When your struggles cease, Happy leans back a little to look down at you, but with his arms still wrapped around you. "You back?"

"Y-Yeah. M'sorry."

Happy grunts and leans his face closer to yours, and for a moment you think he's about to kiss you. Instead, he presses his forehead against yours as his eyes close, and he exhales with relief. "Don't be. That was hot as fuck."

You huff a quiet laugh as a bout of silence ensues, but then one of your brothers decides to ruin it.

"Hey, Lowman, we'll give you a million dollars if you give her your last name and take her off our hands."

You jerk in Happy's hold, turning to glare at all your smirking brothers. "Fuck off!" Laughter ensues at your disgruntled expression before Juice fills them in on what happened, and then Happy is tugging on your bound wrists so you look back at him before finally cutting you free. "Thank you."

One hand grasps the hair at the back of your head, gripping a little tight as he holds you in place so he can press a kiss to your forehead. "Let's get you home. You're covered in blood, and I need to take a look at your arm."

Glancing at your arm, you shrug. It stings, yeah, but it doesn't seem deep enough. And then just as you go to take a step, Happy swoops you up into a bridal carry.

It's then you notice that you, Happy, and Juice are all barefoot, and it's Juice who answers your unasked question. "You sleep like the dead, girl. Happy and I heard them enter the house, but they still managed to get the drop on us."

"I'm getting you a goddamn dog," Happy grumbles in response.

"Only if you clean up after it." He grunts and you grin. If he wanted a guard dog for you, then he was cleaning up any messes.

Outside the barn, suggestions are made about where to go now. Jax suggests the clubhouse, but at the wrinkling of your nose, Happy says you'll be going home. Your brothers mention not everyone can go because that many vehicles will draw attention, so Jax suggests sending your brothers' men back to the club with Opie and Chibs. They agree, and then you're loaded up into an Escalade with your brothers and Happy.

When you get to your house, Tig mentions that they had cleaned up and straightened your furniture after they figured out what had happened. You thank him and let Happy carry you to your bathroom while Juice takes the guest bathroom.

As Happy sets you on the counter, you watch as he gets the first aid kit from beneath your sinks. "They're gonna talk."

"Let them. The club already thinks we're fuckin'."

You snort. "Please. They should know by now that I'd never settle for a relationship where the guy gets to fuck around when he's on the road." Happy freezes with the antiseptic spray bottle in his hand before shaking himself free of thought and spritzing your arm where you were cut.

"Is that why you haven't given me the go-ahead to slip between your thighs?"

You smile at his blunt question and then wince when he wipes your arm clean. "Pretty much. I'm not a fan of my partner sticking his dick or tongue in some rando pussy, then coming home and doing the same to me." Happy grunts and you arch an eyebrow at him. "Would you be okay with me visiting my brothers and sucking someone's dick before coming home to you?"

"Fuck no."

"Exactly." You grin triumphantly. "So, unless you plan to stop dicking down croweaters or sweetbutts, the most you'll get out of me is some cuddling."

Stepping back, Happy tosses the used gauze pads into the trashcan and then reaches into your shower stall to turn on the water. Then looking at you, he demands, "Strip."

"If I fully strip, there's no going back. You're mine and mine alone." You hop off the counter, slipping off your ruined shirt without batting an eye. "I was calm and collected at your parties before because we're friends, but that all changes after this. I won't take it easy on any woman touching what's mine."

Happy smirks as he eyes you in your bra and jeans, and then strips off his shirt. "Good."

You've seen the man shirtless only a handful of times, but seeing his ink never fails to give you pause. You reach out for the first time, tracing the snake tattoo that takes up a majority of his chest and upper abdomen, before you trace the various happy faces on the side of his waist. You feel his abdominal muscles twitch and then between one heartbeat and the next, Happy's crowding you against the sink counter and angling your head up.

His kiss is as aggressive as you figured it'd be, his tongue sliding against yours and teeth digging into your bottom lip. You give as good as you get, nails digging into either side of Happy's waist as you kiss him. Then when the need for air arises, you pull back and try to catch your breath. "Well okay then."

Moving out from Happy's reach, you strip, uncaring of your nudity and then step into the steaming shower. Happy isn't too far behind you, but you're not too interested in seeing him fully naked as you are cleansing a stranger's blood from your body. Standing under the waterfall, you watch as the shower floor turns red. Happy presses in close behind you so he's under the water as well, and you straighten up before leaning your head back onto his shoulder, smiling softly at his hardness that presses against your ass.

"No funny business, Lowman. At least not until we've eaten a fuck ton and slept for a day or two."

He grunts. "Agreed."

You immediately start washing your hair, and you're surprised when Happy takes it upon himself to lather up some soap on your bath pouf to wash your body. For the most part he behaves himself, but when his thumb oh so casually brushes over your nipples, you slap his thigh and pay him back when it's your turn to wash him. He grunts when you take his dick in hand and thrusts into your soapy palm, but you quickly release him to finish washing his body.

"Fuckin' tease."

"You started it."

You get out of the shower first, smirking as Happy tells you he'll be out in a moment. You know exactly what that moment's going to entail since his hand is already stroking his cock before you can even find a towel.

"You gonna want something to eat?"

"Send Tig to get burgers and fries."

"Alright."

Back in your room, you can hear a muttered conversation from somewhere in your house. Clutching the towel around your body, you stick your head out your door. "Tig!"

"What?"

"Happy said to go get us some burgers, fries, and Cokes!"

"Do I look like a fuckin' maid?!" Tig appears in the hall, hands on his hips.

You grin at him. "No, but I do have a maid's costume. Wanna try it on?" Tig gapes and you laugh at his expression. "Come on, Tig. Please? You can grab some cash from the junk drawer."

"Fine. But only because I know Hap will murder me if I don't, not because I'm picturing you in a teeny tiny maid's outfit."

"Sure, buddy. Thank you!"

Tig grumbles as he turns to march out of your house and then you worry about getting dressed. You dress in nothing but a sports bra and boy short underwear, and then with a reluctant sigh you head to the front. Everyone's in your kitchen, sitting around your table, and your brothers groan when they see how little you're wearing.

"Oh, shut up. You've seen me in clothes like this before."

"In tights, not underwear," one brother grumbles.

"Just be glad they're boy shorts and not a g-string."

All your brothers groan yet again whereas the Sons find the interaction amusing. You take a seat at the table, grimacing a little and touching at your raw wrists.

"Let me get that for you," Juice says. He leaves to, no doubt, grab the first aid kit from the bathroom. Then taking a seat next to you, he asks, "Did Hap disinfect your arm?"

"Yeah. Just spritz it again and wrap it. It'll be fine."

As soon as Juice gets to work, Happy enters the kitchen in nothing but a pair of jeans hanging off his hips.

"Jesus," one of your brother's mumbles. "Are people suddenly allergic to clothes around here?"

You grin as Jax arches an eyebrow at his friend. "You have clothes here?" Happy nods and sits, and you quickly introduce him to your brothers while Jax looks at Juice to say, "You seem to know your way around this place too."

"It's because they practically live here when they're not at the clubhouse," you say. "Hap's moved his shit in my room, and Tig and Juice have slowly taken over my guest room." Then glancing at your brothers as if you didn't just drop somewhat of a bombshell on Jax, you ask, "So what the hell happened?"

Juice taps above one of your raw wrists and you situate them so he can disinfect them.

Your eldest brother meets your gaze. "There's a new family in town- Jimenez. They're trying to make a name for themselves and thought they could intimidate us." You scoff as your other brother's chuckle. "When they didn't get the reaction they were looking for, they came up with the bright idea to target the weak link. They thought they had the perfect candidate when they found out we had a baby sister."

"Joke's on them, you're fuckin' psycho," another brother muses.

"I'm not-"

"We literally walked in on you bashing a guy's head in."

"And let's not forget the whole reason you're in Charming is because you tried to burn down your ex's house while he was still inside."

"Or that one time you wrecked your car into that other girl's car all because she broke your friend's heart."

"That cunt cheated on him. She deserved every bit of karma I dished out."

Jax snorts, shaking his head. "Christ. You and Hap are gonna be a pain in my ass."

"You know it."

Tig shows up just after Juice is finished with your wrists. Juice then dishes out the food to you, Happy, and himself, and you get up to grab drinks from the fridge. As you settle back down, Jax and your brothers watch in surprise at how the three of you go to town on your provided meals.

"So, what exactly does one do as a mafia princess?" Jax wonders.

Chewing the food in your mouth, you only answer him after taking a drink of your soda. "I'm the family hacker. If they need a computer hacked into to gather information or scrub information, I get called in."

"So, in other words, you're female Juice," Tig says.

You laugh. "Yeah. Yeah, I am." Juice grins and you reach over to fist bump him.

You continue eating as Jax speaks with your brothers, listening as this small portion of the Sons of Anarchy are filled in about what business your family gets up to. When you're finished eating, you stand and start gathering up the trash to toss. While you're up, you grab yourself a glass of water and some Ibuprofen. Then after downing four pills, you head back to reclaim your seat at the table, only for Happy to gently grab you by the arm and tug you down onto his thigh.

Your brothers don't care about your new chair, but Jax, Juice, and Tig can't help but raise an eyebrow.

"So, is this a thing?" Jax wonders, gesturing between you and Happy.

As you drape an arm behind Happy's shoulders to settle more against him, you smirk. "What's the matter, Teller? Scared?"

He huffs and then stares at Happy, but the man beneath you merely says, "Gonna start drawing up a crow. Does that answer your question?"

The kitchen goes eerily quiet and then…

"Holy shit. Hap's actually gonna take a woman," Juice says in awe.

"This is a momentous occasion. We gotta throw a rager." The glint in Tig's eyes has you narrowing your own eyes at him.

"You just wanna see a girl fight. Don't you?"

"Hap's been possessive of you since you first showed up to the clubhouse, but now that you're staking a claim, the thought might have crossed my mind."

"Are you sure you wanna see that?" One of your brother muses. "YN might traumatize a few poor souls."

Tig smiles. "I look forward to it."

You roll your eyes at Tig's excitement about possibly seeing you fight and your brothers chuckle. The Sons really had no idea what they were in for when someone tested your patience.

Standing, you keep a hand on Happy's shoulder as you say, "Well as much as I love, like, and appreciate all of you, you need to go. I'm exhausted and I still need to sleep off whatever I was drugged with."

Jax grins. "Is that code for us to get the hell out so you can bang Happy's brains out?"

Snorting, you shake your head as your brothers all grimace. "No. I'm seriously exhausted. The fucking will come later after we're well rested. I have a feeling I'm gonna need loads of energy for Hap."

Your brothers all make noises of disgust as they stand, and you take a moment to hug and kiss each of their cheeks on their way out. You promise to call when you're feeling better and then you're ushering the Sons out as well.

Locking up after everyone has left, you head to your room where you find Happy stripping off his jeans. He's in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs as he pulls your blanket back before sliding under and you pad over to do the same. You meet him in the middle, laying on your side as you drape one arm over his abdomen. With your head on his arm, you snuggle closer and Happy reaches for your leg to have it draped over his thigh so you're as close as can be without actually laying on top of him.

"Were you serious? About the crow?" You ask right before you drift off.

"Does that freak you out?"

"Not really. But if I get your mark, you're getting mine."

Happy huffs. "And just what is your mark?"

"My lips and name." You run your hand across his abdomen before walking your fingers down to one of the few empty patches of skin, below his belly button and right beneath where the snake's tail curls. "Right here."

"Above my dick, you mean?"

"Mhmm."

Happy grunts and then squeezes you a little tighter to him. "We'll see, princess. Now get some sleep."

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