So my mom just started watching sons of anarchy 2 years later and she’s obsessed. She’s amazed at how fast she’s going through the episodes she has no idea what she’s in for.
Oh boy, oh geez… I have no excuse except that I WARNED ya’ll I was gonna do this. PLEASE comment and let me know what you think. Also, these are pretty decent lengths, and I’m kinda proud. Anyway– lemme know what you think about this one! Bye!
(No Nick; I couldn’t get into it for him, sorry!)
Headrush definition: a sudden feeling of intense pleasure or euphoria
warnings: STEAMY, all smut, creampie, unprotected sex, anal sex, oral sex, dirty talk, orgasms, biting, dick sucking, squirting, hints of yandere behavior
Billy Russo: It was always the last orgasm that had Billy’s head swimming with pleasure. He took great pride in his ability to cum again and again with little to no rebound time; Billy was a soldier, a Marine, a sniper,so he had incredible control over his body. And yours. The first time he came in the session, Billy came on your stomach, grinning at the sight of his glistening cum on your soft skin. He leaned over, his long fingers stretching over your flesh, spreading his seed over you like a lotion, rubbing himself into your skin. The second time, he came on your ass before quickly flipping you around, sticking his dick in your mouth, and cumming down your throat. The last orgasm he got as you rode him. Billy sat back, dark eyes trained on you as you bounced on top of him. Your breasts were jiggling up and down in a blur of movement, and his hands gripped your thighs hard. He wanted to see his fingerprints on your skin later. You were moaning loudly, so prettily, and Billy arched his hips, groaning when he felt you clench around him in response. He knew what was coming next. He felt the tightness in his balls first, the telltale trigger before he bust. His hands, far from gentle, lifted from your thighs to slap down on your hips as he took control of the pace. Billy enjoyed lifting you up from his dick, leaving the tip in before slamming you back down over and over again until the room was filled with the sounds of your desperate moans, Billy’s deep grunts, and the wet slapping sound of your body on his. His eyes were still open, watching you, even as he felt the shift in his perspective. He was cumming, he was cumming again, inside of you, and fuck, it felt good. “Shit,” he hissed out, his head falling back against the pillows, “shit, fuck….” He felt himself twitch inside of you, still cumming, and he sighed. This was it. This was the best fucking feeling in the world. He watched as his cum started to leak out of you, dripping down onto his cock, still seated inside of you, and he felt his brain go fuzzy with pride. You were his. His. Only he could have you like this, only he could claim you over and over again and again like this, like he’d just done. As you trembled and shook above him, Billy reached out and pulled you down onto his chest, holding you close. You were his. Only his. And he’d be damned if he let anyone take you away.
Logan Delos: Logan would never tire of fucking you. God, it was like every fucking time was the first time. You always surprised him, no matter how well he knew you, no matter how well versed he was in the language of your body, you always found a way to make things new and exciting for him. Logan had you on your knees with his dick in your mouth and his hands on your head, dictating how deep and fast you took him. He liked to change it up, to go from fucking your throat so fast, there were tears in your eyes to slowly pushing his whole cock in your mouth, grinning as you gagged at the thickness. He had started this round talking a lot, telling you how pretty you were and how sweet you looked when you swallowed his cock. He’d made a point to compliment the fullness of your lips as you took in the fullness of his cock down your wet, warm throat, and it was as he was pulling out, playfully slapping your cheek with his drenched cock, that you said the words that took him over the edge. “Fuck Logan,” you gasped, and Logan felt a thrill go down his spine at the brokenness of your voice. He did that. He probably bruised your goddamn throat… “Logan,” you were holding his dick now, kissing it as you spoke, “you can do anything you want to me.” Logan closed his eyes and reminded himself not to cum yet. When he opened them, you were staring up at him with those pretty, innocent eyes. But he knew the truth. “Anything, huh?” He asked, taking hold of your head and pushing it forward, helping you swallow his cock, “So I can fuck your face, sweetheart?” You nodded, and Logan both felt and heard you inhaling through your nose, preparing for him. Fuck, he loved how willing you were. “What if,” he continued, pulling your mouth off of him with a “pop” as he thumbed at your swollen bottom lip, “I wanna put a plug in your ass and fuck your pussy till I’m empty?” “Yes.” He grinned, “You’d let me do that? What if I want to fuck you in the ass?” Your eyes fluttered close, “Yes, Logan, please…” Logan was done for. You were too good, too perfect, he could hardly believe you were real, and you were real.He took hold of his cock and pumped it, pushing it against your open lips. “I want you to swallow,” he said, and you did. You did because you were a good girl, hisgood girl, and Logan wouldn’t have it any other way.
Jax Teller: There were many, many things that Jax loved about you, but it was the way you looked when you took it up the ass that ruined him for other women. There were no other women anymore, just you. And you were more than enough. Jax had you in the classic face down, ass up position; they were throwing a party downstairs, so you didn’t have to worry about keeping it down. No one could hear you two over the music, so Jax was able to indulge in your moans and whimpers and cries, and fuck–you almost sounded as good as you felt. Almost. He had both hands on your hips, pulling you back to him slowly. Jax loved this, loved feeling the way your tight asshole curved around him, loved the breathy cries that came out of your sweet mouth as you rubbed your cheek against the cool sheets, deliciously full. He grunted as he continued pulling you back, grabbing handfuls of the soft, fatty globes of your ass. His rings pushed indents into your skin, and his mouth fell open when he felt himself push in another inch. He liked taking it slow; he had prepped you properly, of course, ate your pussy until you begged him to fuck it, fucked it, made you cum, and then used it for lube as he ate your ass, but he still liked to take his time. Your ass was so tight, and Jax was so big, so the stretch, fuck,the stretch was incredible, it was like nothing he had ever felt before, nothing either of you had felt before. And yet, that was the case every time he fucked you in the ass like this. It was always unbelievably unique, every time. Jax opened his eyes when he finally felt his pelvis bump into your ass; god, he was stuffed inside you so tight, Jax thought he could die then and there happy. It didn’t take long for him to start to move, and then he was fucking your ass, hips slamming into your bouncing ass as you moaned against the bed. Jax could feel his orgasm building, feel the rush in his dick, head, and heart, and he opened his eyes to look at you. His dick was absolutely packed in your ass, and he lifted a hand to smack it down against your asscheek, and then, fuck, you were cumming, and he was cumming, inside of your asshole, spreading your asscheeks so he could get in as far as he could. Jax stayed there, pressed against you, for another minute before he pulled out, chuckling at your whine. He watched his cum drip out of you and onto the bed, leaving a wet puddle beneath you. Smirking, he reached out and smacked your ass again, chuckling again at your gasp. “Jesus Christ, sweetheart,” he leaned down to kiss the center of your back, “I love you…”
Coco Cruz: Coco had never considered himself a morning person until you. He had been an early riser, yes, but not necessarily a morning person. But then he discovered how pliable and sweet and eager to please you were first thing in the morning, and Coco was hooked. He had your head in his lap, sucking his dick as he fingered you lazily. Coco had woken you up with kisses that had turned into you, voice nearly a whisper, soft from sleepiness, saying to him, “Can I taste your dick, baby? Please?” And how could he say no to that? Coco sighed as he watched you; your eyes were closed as you took him in, one hand wrapped around his dick, stroking the length of him while you sucked on the head like a lollipop, and your other hand was cupping his balls, gently but firmly rolling them around in your little hand like you knew he liked. You were always eager to please Coco, but your dedication to the task always seemed different early in the morning. You were more submissive, and god, it drove Coco crazy. He grabbed a handful of your hair, forcing your head up, and he could have cried with the way you looked at him. There was nothing but love and devotion in your pretty eyes. Shameless, Coco dragged you up to him, kissing you deeply. He rolled on top of you, tongue swirling around in your mouth, and mentally wondered how he got so fucking lucky. “You feel so fucking good, huh,” he gasped, grabbing your thigh and lifting it, opening you up for him, “Fucking sucking me so goddamn good. Almost fucking came, baby,” he kissed you again, this time harder, fiercer, humping against you, his dick was hard as a rock and wet with your drool and his precum, and Coco groaned, annoyed, when his dick slipped away from your soaking pussy. “So goddamn wet. Just from sucking dick. Sucia,” he grinned, kissing along your jaw, “Gonna let me cum in you?” “Yes,” you answered, nodding as Coco continued to tease you, “Yes, baby, yes, cum inside me., please, please, please!” Coco didn’t need to be told twice. He slid into you quickly, all the way, and you both gasped as he filled you. Coco had you cumming immediately, and that alone was enough to have his head swirling with emotion. He came too, grunting as he slammed into you two, three, four times as his cock drained itself inside your pulsating walls. He laid on top of you, resting his forehead against yours, and smiled. “Hey,” he whispered, bumping his nose against yours, “I fucking love you, baby. I love you.”
Angel Reyes: Every time he heard the click of the polaroid camera, Angel swore his dick twitched. He could feel the wet spot on his boxers, could feel his dick, hard and leaking, straining against the black cotton. He was aching to touch himself, or more accurately, to have you touch him, but the wait was necessary. Angel sighed, content, as he looked over at you. You were naked, on your back in his bed, legs spread wide, so wide that he could see how wet you were. There were photos littered all over the bed and floor, as well as discarded boxes of film. Angel made sure he didn’t miss a moment. “You are so goddamn perfect,” he sighed out dreamily. “Angel,” you whined, gripping your knees and spreading your legs wider; Angel got the message. He handed you the camera and dove in, his lips wrapping around your swollen clit as he stuck a finger inside of you. You were still so tight; it took a while to get you loose enough for his dick, but Angel didn’t mind. It gave him more time to worship you like you deserve and please you like he needed. You were moaning, both hands in his hair, as Angel ate you out. His dick was weeping pre-cum, and Angel had to hump against the mattress for even a bit of relief as he lapped at your delicious pussy. He heard the camera click above him and grinned; you were taking pictures like the good girl you were. He couldn’t wait to see them later, look back at the images of him touching you, holding you, eating you, and soon–fucking you. He wanted to feel your mouth, but he didn’t have any more patience to wait. Angel made you cum twice with his mouth before he sat up, taking the camera and pointing it downwards, taking a picture of your waiting pussy. He grinned down at you, “Before…” Angel pushed into you, your legs opening up eagerly as you took all of him. Angel loved stretching you out, he loved how your pussy would quiver when he fucked you; you had told him that he was by far the biggest man you’d ever been with, and you hadn’t been lying. Your mouth was open, a deep, wordless moan working its way from your core as you shivered beneath him. Angel took the next picture; a perfect polaroid of his thick, veiny dick inside of you, stretching you open like a pro. It didn’t take long for him to cum, overwhelmed by the intense feeling of joy that came from fucking you. He came a lot, pumping you full before pulling out and releasing the considerable last of his load on your stomach, painting you in his cum. The resulting picture he took stays in the back of his wallet and the front of his memory every single day.
Miguel Galindo: You were intoxicating. You were an addiction. You were perfect and precious and priceless, and you were all his. Miguel was draped on top of you, as close as can be, watching you as you came undone on his cock. He had already made you cum three times already; once on his tongue as you rode his face, then again when he fingered you, and a third time when he turned you around and ate you from behind, leaving a particularly harsh bite on your left ass cheek just because he can. Now he was on you, inside of you, memorizing the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head and how your sweet, plump lips fell open as he rocked against you. Miguel held your hair in his hand, keeping your face towards him, nose to nose with him as you shuddered and sighed underneath his hard, firm body. His other hand was gripping your hip, and every few seconds he would swipe his thumb against your heated skin. God, Miguel could watch you like this for hours. You were so utterly broken, so drunk on him, it made him feel like a fucking king–no, like a god. He was the one who made you feel this way, he was the one who you allowed to see you like this, to feel you like this. He was the one you belonged to. Miguel eyed you softly, even as his dick pounded into you, making you claw at his back in ecstasy. His mouth was only inches from yours, and he leaned in closer, breathing in your desire and swallowing your sweet, breathless moans. “Say my name,” he growled, the hand in your hair going to grip your jaw, gently shaking it so your eyes would open and land on him, “Say my name, mi amor. Tell me how good I make you feel.” You obeyed instantly, as he knew you would, and Miguel closed his eyes as you sang his name, “Oh, Miguel, fuck, fuck Miguel, yes, Miguel–” you were chanting his name now, over and over and over, and oh god, Miguel could feel your pussy clenching around him, and then he was cumming, he was cumming inside of you, hot spurts of cum releasing deep inside of you and raining down your warm walls. The way you said his name had Miguel shaking, it had him weak, it had him desperate. He needed you, he needed to hear you say his name like that for the rest of your lives. Slowly, he kissed you, his tongue moving against yours. He didn’t want to pull out yet. In fact, he wouldn’t. Miguel smiled against your lips; you were still muttering his name as your orgasm subsided, and he was determined to get you screaming it again.
Johnny Tuturro: Johnny could fuck you 100 times a day, and still want more. He had lost count of how long the two of you had been like this, wrapped together, rolling around in bed. It’d been a couple of hours, at least. You swallowed his dick after dinner, underneath the table while Johnny watched until he came. You had licked it up, cleaning him with your tongue, and Johnny had thanked you by picking you up, placing you on the table, and having you for dessert. He’d started with his face between your legs, getting those sharp cheekbones of his wet as he shook his head from side to side, making sure to taste every last bit of you. He had laughed, smacking your thigh, when you came. But he wasn’t done there; Johnny had turned you over, positioning you on the table on your stomach, legs spread, ass up, as he ate you from behind. It wasn’t long before he had been taking his clothes off and pushing into you, making you push up off of the table. Johnny wasn’t sure how long he’d had you on the table, but he didknow that you came twice before he was pulling out, picking you up, and tossing you on the couch. You rode him there, and Johnny had kissed and tweaked at your nipples as you bounced on him, telling you how fucking pretty you were. And God, you were. Your hair was a mess, your lips were swollen from kisses and his dick and from biting–both your bites and his–you were beautiful. He had almost cum on the couch, so he turned you over and had you ride him reverse cowgirl for a while, reaching around to pinch your nipples until he had you squirming on his dick, cumming again. Your legs had turned to jelly then, so Johnny had picked you up and carried you to bed, where he kissed you softly and slowly while he touched you all over. Johnny loved kissing you; he sucked on your tongue as he groped your breast, and all it took was two skilled fingers curling inside of you to have you cumming again. And then he was inside of you again, and he was calling you baby, and you were mewling and gasping and moaning, and Johnny felt your pussy damn near suck him in, and he knew what to do. He took two fingers, the same two that had just made you cum, and strummed them on your clit. He grinned, hips still slamming against yours, as he watched you howl with pleasure. You screamed his name out, and Johnny nearly sobbed when he saw the tears streaming down your cheeks. You were such an angel, you were crying. You were cumming and crying on his dick, and then–oh!You were exploding, suddenly Johnny’s dick and fingers were drenched, the sheets were drenched, and Johnny fell on top of you, toes curling as he emptied himself inside your dripping pussy. Neither of you spoke for a while, you just held each other, and Johnny closed his eyes as he cuddled against your heaving chest. Soon, he would get up and clean you up, take care of you. But for now, he was happy to float in time with you, still inside of you, warm and loved.
Rio: “Fuck,” Rio groaned, his voice deep and low in your ear, “That’s so fucking good, ma.” He was on top of you, hands on your ankles, keeping you wide open for him as he broke you with his dick. Your eyes were closed, Rio knew he had lost you to the ecstasy long ago when he first started working you over. He took his time with you, kissing you deeply while gently caressing your curves, holding you in his lap, both of you fully clothed, for what felt like long, torturously delicious hours before he had slowly started to undress you. Rio treated you like a gift, unwrapping you with great care, those long, talented fingers teasing and pleasing you mercilessly, brushing against you here, rubbing against you there. His kiss had worked its way down from your mouth to your neck and collar as he cupped one of your breasts, and you balanced yourself in his lap, one large hand of his gripping your ass–still covered by your underwear, as he kissed you senseless. Rio could feel you melting against him, could feel you becoming weakened from his touch. Still kissing you, he leaned forward, lowering himself on top of you as you laid on your back. You were naked save for your underwear, and he slid them off of you easily, taking a few extra minutes to finger you, smirking into your mouth as you moaned against him. You were soaking wet, his fingers were coated with your juices, and he knew there was no need for any more foreplay. He had to have you now. And so he took hold of your ankles, spreading your pretty legs wide so that he could look down at the glossy mess that was your pussy, all for him. It was almost enough to make him bust early. Instead, he slid inside of you and dedicated himself to making you as needy for him as he was for you. Rio loved having you like this; he watched your tits bounce as he fucked you, and he could hear the wet, slick sound of him pushing in and out of your pussy with each thrust. You were so wet, so good, Rio cooed when he noticed you trembling. “Oh, yeah, mama, yeah,” he praised, “that’s fucking it. Got your body shakin’ like it’s supposed to,” he leaned down, kissing at the side of your face, releasing his grip on your ankles to hold you close to him. His eyes were glued to you, watching the way you came undone because of him. “Give it to me,” he whispered, his voice nearly hoarse with desire, “Fuck, baby, let me have it–yeah, just like that…” He groaned as he felt your shaking intensify; you were cumming, and he pushed into you deeper, enjoying the way your pussy clamped around him. Rio came with you, a strangled moan erupting from his lips as he burst inside of you, filling you up until he was shaking too. He held you close, lips dropping lazy kisses to your forehead as his eyes fluttered close, “Don’t fucking move,” he said softly, “wanna fall asleep inside of you… I’ll fuck you again in the morning, yeah, champ?”
Please let me know which boy was your favorite, if you had a favorite! And come on, which headrush did you like the most? Anyway thanks for reading, I’m gonna run off now and hopefully come back to some comments and maybe even some of you lovingly calling me a bitch/slut ;3
Oh boy, oh geez… I have no excuse except that I WARNED ya’ll I was gonna do this. PLEASE comment and let me know what you think. Also, these are pretty decent lengths, and I’m kinda proud. Anyway– lemme know what you think about this one! Bye!
(No Nick; I couldn’t get into it for him, sorry!)
Headrush definition: a sudden feeling of intense pleasure or euphoria
I stormed down the street, feeling a mixture of anger and hurt. It had been a mistake to come to Charming, I had no one, I was alone. I needed to stop, breathe, think, get my emotions in control, before I could do anything.
I should have known this would have not gone my way. Nothing had gone my way in the last ten years. Not since I was ripped from my bed and taken from my whole world. The pain and the memories were too much, my body started to shake with sobs.
The sound of a lone motorcycle cut through the darkness. My “dad” had sent someone after me. I needed to get away, before they caught me. I straightened up and started to walk away. I needed to get out of sight. .
I couldn’t move fast enough, the bike was getting closer. My chest was getting tight, I leaned against a brick wall, leading down an alleyway; hoping to hide in the darkness.
The bike passed by, I sighed in relief. sliding down the wall.
“Get on the bike!”
XXX
Tig stared down at (Y/N), she was jumped up from her spot in the alleyway when she heard his command.
“NO!” She walked away, not looking back, he let out a curse as he got off his bike.
.“Damn it (Y/N) (Y/M/N) Trager! STOP. I WANT TO TALK TO YOU!”
She whirled around glaring at him, poking him in the chest with her finger.
“You want to talk now? After calling me a gash all day? Threatening me?”
“I’m sorry….you surprised me. I thought you were dead…..” His voice was full of emotion.
Xxx
Jax paced the clubhouse he ran his hands through his hair.
“We should have gone with him. She might kill him.” Jax lit a cigarette, blowing out the smoke.
Opie let out a chuckle taking a drink of Patron, glancing at his life long friend.
“She came here looking for Tig, she won’t kill him. (Y/N) might beat the shit out of him, for being a bastard towards her, but she won’t kill him.”
“How long before we go looking for them?” Jax asked.
“ Ten more minutes if they don’t come back on their own.”
XXX
“You thought I was dead, so you called me a gash, and treated me like shit?” I stared at him. “I had proof of who I am, and you….”
He started coming closer to me, I held up my hand and backed away.
“(Y/N), please….ten years ago you and your mom…”
“I know what my mother did, but don’t you dare hold that against me, I was seven! I had no choice, I came back as soon as I could. I buried her three days ago….”
“She’s dead? Oh sweetheart, I’m sorry.” He came towards me, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me into a hug. I felt myself let go.
“I’m so sorry daddy, I had nothing to do with ratting. I refused to stay…mom married her handler. He tried to get me to stay….he was never my dad…..I never…..”
He pushed me back, his eyes looked into my eyes, his hands cupping my face.
The sound of two motorcycles coming our way, he pushed me towards the doorway of a shop.
“Stay there until I see if this is friend or foe!”
It was an odd day in Charming, as you organize the supplies in the dingy tattoo shop. It wasn’t the most appealing but the only place that would take a girl for a tattoo apprentice. Well more like have you to do all the slave labor. But you’d put up with it because you got to tattoo. Even if it was mostly the shitty tattoos no one else wanted to take.
“Hey Kid, got a piece for you.” You heard Happy voice echo. You quickly walked up front to meet the biker with a hug. You knew he was part of the sons and he worked at the tattoo shop sometimes.
“Whatcha got?” You asked smirking up at him crossing your arms. Today was very uneventful, two tramp stamps was as much action you got today.
“Not for me, prospect here wants some spice.” Happy joked as he pushed the younger biker in front of him. You haven’t seen him around before, you sure would have noticed him.
“I’m Juice.” He stuttered out. Juice thought he was about to pass out. Happy had dragged him here once he heard Juice wanted to get some more ink. But you just took away his breath.
“I’m Y/N, so what you got in mind” You asked giving him a smile as you leaned over the counter. Happy by now already made himself busy going through new photo books.
“I was thinking of something on the side on my head. I don’t know what.” He mumbled trying to explain the idea in his head without sounding like an idiot.
“You aways rock the mohawk?” You asked eyeing him up. He obviously stood out the with short shaving mohawk. It didn’t look like he had much ink, not that you could see since he was wearing clothes. You only noticed some lettering on his wrist and some Chinese letters in the inside of his bicep.
“Yeah.” Juice said running his hand over his head.
“Well we could do something on both sides? Do you want something in participial? or?” You asked grabbing the sketch book ready to come up with some ideas.
“Tribal?” He said still not really sure. You chuckled before coming up with a few different patterns. His brown eyes locked as he watched your ever move.
“Well we can copy it so it’s exactly them same on both sides.” You said handing him over a few different stencils.
“This one great.” He said smiling you nodded before going over making a perfect stencil.
“You can follow me.” You said nodding for him to follow you to an empty chair in the back. You stood over him, feeling in a daze as he smelled like after shave and weed.
Juice felt like he was holding his breath the whole time as you worked. He tried to close his eyes and not pay attention to your touch but he felt hypnotized. He thought it would be way worse getting a head tattoo but all his sense where distracted by you.
“You like?” You asked as you cleaned him off and giving him a mirror to check it out.
“Yeah thanks, better then my idea.” He said checking himself out in the mirror.
Years went by and Juice was always you favorite client. Even after you left the shop to open your dan tattoo shop, he made the drive no questions asked to see you.
It was late, you where closing up your shop. You didn’t expect Juice walking in hoodie over with slumped shoulders. He looked like a kicked puppy.
“Juice?” You asked coming closer to make sure it was him. You heart skipped in your your chest when his brown eyes met your.
“Sorry I should’ve called. I - uh- Don’t got no where to be. Just thought- If you. I got a piece in mind.” Juice mumbled over his words not sure what he really was doing out here at 11 pm. He was honest when he said he got no where else to be. The dark baggage of the club was weighing him down, he felt like he was suffocating and just needed to breath. And with you, here was the only place he could think of that would bring him peace of mind.
“What you got in mind babe?” You said giving him a smile. Most of the work on his body was yours. It didn’t take long for you to come up with the art from his ideas.
“Strip down.” You said as you set up your tattoo gun and work space. Juice nodded a slight pink blush filled his cheeks as he pulled his hoodie and t shirt off. He sat down in the leather work chair as you leaned over.
You did your best trying to focus on just the tattoo and not the toned biker inches from you. You where basically leaning over on him, leaning between his legs as you worked on the two skulls on either sides of his pecs.
This was the first peace Juice as felt all week. The pain from the tattoo felt numb, yet he felt relaxed. He was at ease he focused on you. He couldn’t help but watch you, as you bite your lip as you worked.
“There.” You said before patting his chest smiling down at him.
“Thank you, Sorry- I know its late.” Juice mumbled as he felt bad when he realized it was almost 3 am. But a part of him didn’t feel bad, he didn’t want to be alone.
“For you, anything.” You joked as you cleaned up your work area as you let Juice get up and put his clothes back on. But you didn’t really know how much Juice really needed to hear that.
“ah- Sorry.” You mumbled you as turned too fast running right into his chest. You didn’t notice how close he was to you.
“I- Uh” He mumbled as he stared down at you. He couldn’t help it when his body naturally closed the distance between you. His hands gripped your hips quickly as he leaned down crashing his lips against yours without any protest from you. Your own hands gripped on to his upper arms to pull him down closer to you.
“Can i- uh stay with you?” He asked desperation laced in his soft broken voice. You’ve never seen him like this before for the couple years you’ve known him. He was always a ray of sunshine, a goofy ball. Your hand slowly crept to hold his cheek, your thumb tracing his cheek bone right next to his eye. You missed seeing the crinkles when he smile so big.
“I have no where else.” Juice whispered out growing with anxiety with your silence. He felt so comfortable with you, almost at peace. The first time he felt at ease in a long while.
“Of course Juice” You said giving him a reassuring smile. You didn’t expect Juice to come here this late, you never expected him to need your comfort. But guess you need to expect the unexpected.
Waking up the morning, you rushed to get out the house as soon as possible before he would wake up. You felt like work was your escape. You just really hoped he wouldn’t be at your house once you got back home. You didn’t want to talk about last night. But guess Juice got the message, he didn’t come back. That was it.
You packed up all the things he had at your house, all the pictures you had with him, all the memories form the last 5 years. You couldn’t even find the guts to text him, you just dropped off the box at the clubhouse with Chucky.
Juice came back from a run beaten and bruised. Not one word from you all week. He never been in a serious relationship with anyone before you. Was this it for you guys? He wasn’t sure if it was a break up or not. Maybe another fight. He just wasn’t sure what he should do or allowed to do at this point.
Once he was back in his dorm he found a large box. It was filled with everything. All his clothes from your house. All the presents he’s ever gotten you. Even all the photos. That’s all it took to piss him off before he found himself storming to your front door.
“What?” You asked crossing your arms over your chest looking at Juice. You really weren’t expecting him to show up at your house. You haven’t heard from him since that night, now why would he need to say anything.
“What the fuck is up with the box?” Juice asked as you see the anger in his brown eyes.
“Your things. You told me to go find someone else life to make miserable. Sorry for bothering for the past 5 years.” You sassed knowing it was only going to make this situation a lot worse. Neither of you whiling to be the bigger person.
“Just because I don’t want to get fucken married?” He argued back.
“No it’s about you stringing me along for 5 years. You knew what I wanted and you just played me! Like what else we’re stuck. How is this relationship suppose to move forward when you aren’t making any steps to make a life with me!” You yelled back at him. You never ever fought like this before.
“ I didn’t-” Juice started to say but he really didn’t know what to say anymore.
“Bye Juice.” You mumbled rolling your eyes and closing the door in his face. Was this really it for you two? Did you really want to end it, 5 years for nothing.
It was hard without Juice. It was hard to figure out a routine on your own. Most of your time you spent working, or at the gym. Nothing from Juice. A week turned into a month, a month turned into a few months. Now everything felt numb almost like Juice never was in your life in the first place.
And you actually met someone. You weren’t out looking for someone, going on a date seemed far form reach. You told him all the shit but it seemed like you both where in the same boat of a failed relationship. and it was going good, he seemed more serious about you.
You where completely surprised when at dinner for he proposed. You thought about this moment with Juice, how it never happened. How numb you ended up being towards the idea it’d never happen.
The ring was huge, it was beautiful. He even was looking for a house to buy to get settled before getting married. All he wanted was for you to focus on choosing a date and planning a wedding. And that was the hardest part for you.
Everything you tried to plan you’d end up thinking about Juice. You always thought it’d be him. You couldn’t keep living in a fantasy about him. That’s how you found yourself at home, magazines spread across the floor. You ripped some picture out for ideas. Other your printed out hoping to find something similar. You where even sure what you liked anymore.
The door bell rang knocking you out of all your thoughts. You weren’t expecting your fiance back for another few days from his business trip. You opened the door only to have your heart stop.
“What are you doing here Juice?” You asked looking at the man who became a stranger. He looked just the same as that night. Nothing really changed about him these past months. He still had his silly mohawk, still has the Kutte.
“I- uh How are you?” He asked his brown eyes scanning me. As if they where searching for something, almost pleading.
“I’m okay. You?” You asked crossing your arms. This shouldn’t feel like this. It shouldn’t feel like a tone of bricks on your chest. You shouldn’t have your heart beating so hard at just the sight of him.
“Looks like your more then just fine Y/N.” Juice said his eyes locked on the diamond ring on your finger.
“Yeah I am.” You said not sure what to say. You weren’t even sure why this felt so wrong.
“It’s only been 7 months.” Juice said with a sigh. He wasn’t sure why he was even here anymore. He came to check on you, see how everything was. He was miserable without you. He never thought he’d show up and your happy, you’ve moved on from him so fast. Did you ever love him?
“What are you doing here?” You asked him. You felt like you where going to burst into tears but you weren’t sure form what.
“How’d you move on so fast?” He asked not being able to control his own emotions at this point.
“I di- I wasn’t planing to. It just happened with him.” You whispered not sure how to explain it. Maybe you haven’t moved on from Juice, the emotions, the strong feels you had for him couldn’t just go away. But you got better at pushing them to the side. You and Juice had so much history it was hard to just move on.
“Do you love him?” Juice asked, he knew he didn’t really want to know the answer to that.
“He makes me happy.” Was all that you could say. You couldn’t admit you loved another man to the man you’ve loved desperately for years.
“Why are you going to marry him if you don’t love him?” He asked his voice slightly raising. There was a fire behind his warm brown eyes that you haven’t seen in such a long time.
“It’s not about that. We’re both on the same page, we want the same things. He makes me feel safe and loved.” You said trying to explain it.
“That’s it?” Juice asked was plea and desperation in his voice. You have never heard him so broken before.
“That’s it.” You said as he shook his head mumbling things under his breath. And just like that he was gone. All you could hear was the harley roaring down the street. part of you begged for him to stay but another part of you knew he couldn’t.
Being with Juice was always a roller coaster, since the first day you met him. You should’ve seen the red flags before you spiraled into a relationship with the biker. So young and so stupid. It wasn’t like you had much of a choice.
It’s been 5 long years. You loved him more then anything but you felt like your relationship was stuck. Maybe you both got to comfortable with how everything is and now it’s just stuck.
Juice wasn’t perfect. He had his flaws but so did you. He never had a steady income, well the weed dispensary was kind of steady if he wasn’t spending all his money there. Juice always put the club first no matter what, at first you loved his loyalty to his brothers but now you almost seemed to resent that you’d never come first.
The longer time past the more it all started to bother you. You thought he’d change, you thought things would change and that both of you could have a real future together. Or at least be living together instead of him crashing at your place ever now and then.
Back before you met him you had a plan. You where going to finish college, get a head start in your career. Then find someone who’d you want to marry and start a life with, a family. But then Juice got thrown in your path.
You did finish school, and got a decent job. Now all you did was wait for Juice but didn’t seem like he was one the same page as you where. Anytime you tried to bring it up he’d make excuses.
Today was like any other day. You haven’t heard much from him, haven’t seen him all week since he was busy with club shit. He promised you that he’d be over, you should’ve know he wasn’t going to be here to actual have time to go on a date. He’d probably show up in the middle of the night.
You gave up hope around 1 am before deciding to go to bed. It was probably closer to 4 am when you heard Juice harley pull up. He had a key, he made his way in. He made his way into your bedroom, stripping to his boxers before dropping in the bed next to you. His large arms went around you pulling your body to his. You wanted to enjoy this but it wasn’t the same anymore.
“Where have you been?” You asked sighing as you felt him place a few kisses across my shoulder.
“At the clubhouse.” Juice mumbled into you shoulder. You could smell the whiskey and beer off his breath.
“What where you doing out there till 4am?” You asked turning around in his arms to face him.
“God Y/N I don’t need you nagging at me right now. I’m pissed drunk and tried.” Juice groaned back. He hated that you always had to say something.
“Juice I’m fucken tried of you showing up at all hours of the night drunk.” You said looking at him. You knew the fights was going to happen, it was the same fight always.
“I’m not doing anythin’. God you don’t trust me at all.” He mumbled laying on his back so he wasn’t facing you anymore.
“That’s not the point. Is this ever going to change? Is it ever going to be any different?” You asked him frowning. It wasn’t like you wanted to have this fight with him either at 4am.
“Like what?” he asked running his hands across his face.
“I don’t know when are you going to grow up? Don’t you want to get married , have a family? or at the least live together?” You asked finally letting all out on him. He knew you wanted all that, you’ve been told him what you wanted. He just always had some excuse.
“Y/N I’m still figure things out godamn.” He mumbled not being able to look at you.
“for how long? Another 5 years?” maybe 10 years?” You asked frustrated. You loved him more then anything.
“I don’t know! go find someone else’s life to make miserable then.” Juice mumbled before turning over away from you.
“If you don’t know now, then you’ll never fucken know.” You mumbled turning away from him. You couldn’t say another word to him. You cried in silence as he snored next to you in bed.
You never imagine this is how it would end. You never thought you’d ever end. Starting over with someone else felt like a foreign concept. You never thought you where making him miserable. Why was it so hard to separate love and being logical.
The whole shop felt out of sorts, the Club had to many issues with Zobelle and the league. I could tell how on edge everyone was, almost like walking around on eggshell.
With all the issues the guys haven’t really had time fo gun runs or jobs. Which only made My job easier, no writing off loads of money from no where. It was like I actually was a real account.
I walked through the almost empty club house, it was too early for anyone to be up. The shop didn’t open for another hour either. I slipped through the shop going into my office.
“Your here early.” A voice called out making me groan.
“And I thought I’d be able to get some work done with peace and quiet.” I sassed back turning around to see Juice.
“What are you doing here so early?” I asked him as I looked at him. It was weird to see him without his uniform or kutte. He was in some black basketball shirts and a wife beater tank top that hugged on to his very well sculpted torso.
“Well if your done checking me out, I was up for my morning run.” He said giving me that smirk I hated.
“I’m not, get out my office.” I said before going back to the computer. He just laughed as he made his way out. Why was he always so irritating.
“Fuck.” I groaned through trying to click anything on the screen that froze. Not even control alt delete was working. I wasn’t the worst with technology but with these old computers.
“Clay I need a new computer I can’t get work done, it just freezes any program I run.” I said complaining over the phone.
“I’ll send Juicy over to look at it.” Clay said making me groan.
“no that’s not the problem.” I groaned hanging up the phone. And just on command there was a knock on my door. Juice made his way in sitting in the empty chair.
“Get out Juice.” I said not wanting to deal with him right now. I had so much work to do but the old ass computer did nothing but slow me down.
“thought you needed my help?” He said with his cocky smile as his brown eyes where locked on mine.
“Nothing gonna help this old computer.” I said rolling my eyes.
“You want me to take a look at it?” Juice asked still watching me. I was doing my best trying not to look down at his large arms that where folded over his chest.
“What do you want me to beg?” I asked crossing my arms copying him.
“Well Y/N don’t talk dirty to me now.” Juice joked as he got up walking around the desk standing behind me. He didn’t even give me a chance to move before he leaned over looking at the frozen screen.
“Now why do you have 20 different excel programs running at the same time?” Juice asked his breath hitting my cheek. He was way too close, not caring about personal space.
“Maybe if this thing wasn’t a million years old I could.” I mumbled watching him work. Why was it turning me on as he easily ran a few codes. I couldn’t help myself but watch him as he leaned over me.
“There, everything is updated. Guess you owe me one.” Juice said smirking down at me.
“Get back to work Juice.” I said pushing his arm off my chair.
“I’ll take a nice diner at a steak house as payment.” He said giving me one last smirk before leaving my office. The rest of the day kind of went by without any other appearances form Juice, or any of the sons. Just as I was packing up your things Jax came in my office closing the door.
“What going on jax?” I asked seeing a slight panic in his features.
“We’re locking down. Your going to have to stay at the club house.” Jax said giving you a stern look.
“I’m going home, I’m tried. I’m sure whatever it is, I’ll be fine. I just work here.” I said making my way past him.
“Y/N, your a friend. We need to keep you safe.” Jax said as he held on to my forearm not letting me go.
“I’m not staying here.” I said but Jax just rolled his eyes.
“Yes you are, I’ll send someone with you to get get your things.” Jax said nodding to Juice.
“Just great.” I mumbled walking to my car as Juice ran after me.
“I’ll follow you on my bike.” Juice said giving me a look. I didn’t say anything but got in my car and made my way back home.
“How long do you think the lock down gonna be?” I asked as I walked in my house.
“Not sure, maybe a couple days.” Juice said following me in. He was looking around the small house, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about him being in here. I could feel Juice’s eyes on me the whole time while I packed my clothes.
“Just pack a backpack, we’re taking my bike back.” Juice said as he leaned against the door way of my bedroom. This felt too personal to have him here at my house.
“Let’s go then.” I stated following him back outside making sure all my doors where locked up.
“Here.” Juice said handing me the helmet. I slowly put it on getting on the bike behind him.
“Better hold you.” Juice said smirking. I huffed wrapping my arms around his torso loosely.
“Are you kidding me?” I asked climbing off the bike once we got back to the clubhouse. There where so many people here, did they really except me to stay here.
“You can have your pick any of the dorms, we wont mind.” Jax said hoping to calm me down just a little.
“Or I could sleep in my office probably cleaner then any of your dorms.” I huffed walking past him. I walked through the hall way looking in a few of the dorms. I wasn’t too sure who’s was who’s. Not like I was up here ever. Finally I stumbled into a dorm that was extremely clean. Maybe no one the guys lived in this one. There where a few computers set up, not a sept of dusk. the bed was made perfectly and there was no clothes laying around on the floor.
Working for a outlaw biker gang wasn’t really my plan. Not that I really had a plan as of now. I went to school and finished a bachelors in accounting. And honestly in the middle of damn no where California there wasn’t much options for a career.
Everyone knew who the Sons of Anarchy where. Someone to blind to see if more then just a auto shop or bike club. Some not enough to care that it’s more then a gang. And Others paid to not see it as anything else.
I was a friend of SAMCRO. Or more of I was on their payroll. For the last year I’ve been at the Teller Morrow Auto shop cleaning their books. Or making sure that the IRS or any government agent weren’t ever gonna tell it was more then just a auto shop.
I never knew all the details that the club was getting into but I didn’t know the millions in cash I had to right write off and make legit.
“Good morning sunshine.” Clay said as he walked into my office. It was his idea to hire me and his idea to get me my own office here. He was friends with my dad before he split. No one really knows where he is now.
“Clay you need at least 12 cars in repair this week to get the books balanced.” I told him crossing my arms. They’ve been doing too many other job and I had no where to filter the money through.
“Don’t worry, the guys are on it.” He said as he placed an ice coffee on my desk. I smirked taking the peace offering knowing there’s still something else he was holding back.
“There’s another job the lads are doing tonight. The pay out is 500,000 each.” He said and I groaned.
“I can’t cycle that cash! That’s way too much for an auto shop.” I groaned banging my head against the desk.
“Your the best that’s why I have you.” He said before making his way out the office. No mechanic makes doesn’t even make that much in a year. God the IRS is going to take away my CPA.
“Here’s the sales tickets from yesterday.” A certain Puerto Rican said as he barged into my office.
“From yesterday?! Really Juice why are you the only one that’s always late?” I asked talking the crumbled papers from him.
“Yeah yeah don’t start with me, I’ve had a long night.” He said as he sunk into the chair in front of my desk. This is what we did. We bickered and argued and yet in a weird way craved each other’s attentions. It was like we couldn’t stop bothering each other.
“Something you need? Or you in here hiding in here to slack?” I asked him crossing my arms.
“You can ever just relax?” He asked smirking. His brown eyes had this certain twinkle in them.
“Not my job not to relax.” I rolled my eyes going back to my paperwork. I could feel his eyes on me for a few moments before he got up and left my office.
Juice POV
(Y/n) always seemed out of it. Well more then the rest of us. I would be lying if I said I didn’t want her attention. It’s been a whole year since she’s been here. She kind of stayed out of club business just running the show backstage. Well more like running the money.
I don’t think anyone understood how much she did. She was the smartest person here probably. I may have had some stupid crush on her and still do. Not there was a real chance of anything between us.
“Who the hell took my yogurt!” A loud yelled rang through the shop. I knew exactly who it was, and damn Y/N had the most annoying scream.
“Your in deep shit.” Half sacked said eyeing the coconut yogurt I just finished.
“Juan Carlos!” Y/N said in a stern voice as she walked right up to my bay. God she was so cute even with her face all red.
“That was my lunch.” She whined crossing here arms over her chest. If looks could kill I’d already drop dead.
“You know coconut my favorite.” I said giving her a grin.
“You asshole you knew it was mine, why’d you take it.” Y/N groaned smacking my chest.
“I was hungry, I didn’t know it was yours.” I said smirking down at her, she was fuming. I think I could see smoke blowing out her ears.
“Who the hell else is eating coconut yogurt here? Happy? I don’t think so” Y/N sassed only making me laugh more.
“This isn’t funny.” She whined her eyebrows frowned and her bottom lips pouting out just a little bit.
“Your cute, now get these parts ordered.” I said patting her head handing over a purchase order form that I just filled out.
“I can’t stand you Ortiz.” She grumbled snatching the papers out my hand before stomping off back to her office.
“Grow up Juicy, that is not how you flirt with a women.” Tig chimed in only making me roll my eyes before throwing a oiled up rag at him.
Y/N POV
The rest of the day seemed to drag on as I worked through the file of paper work. Just as I thought I was ready to clock out I heard my office door open and a certain tattooed biker grinning down at me. He didn’t have his TM mechanic uniform on anymore, just a simple black t shirt and his cargo pants. Why’d he have to look so good in just a t shirt.
“What do you want now?” I asked as Juice slipped into my office, his arms behind his back.
“I have my work orders for today.” He said bringing out the papers and placing them on my desk.
“Oh wow on time?” I asked surprised as I got up gathering my things from behind the desk.
“I’ll see you tmr boss.” Juice yelled out before hurrying out of my office. I turned around seeing he was already gone and a smoothie on my desk. I slowly picked it up confused, was he trying off me? There was a small yellow sticky note on the side
Juice found himself excited when the first of the month came around again. He only got to see you twice a month. It’s ben a few months of the sons dealing the the Russian mafia. And no one was complains as the cash was coming in faster then they where able to spend it.
He felt a little stupid as he checked his reflection once again. He was meeting you at the ship yard, he had your half of the profits in a few suit cases like always. But you where never late. It was the same thing each time the 1st and 15th of the month at 2 pm. You where always already there waiting for them.
“Ah Juice!” Sergey yelled over to the biker.
“Where’s Y/N?” Juice asked looking around with no sign of you at all. He hated how you felt a dread in his heart at the thought of not seeing you.
“ты скучал по мне? (You missed me)?” You asked coming up smiling at the tattooed Puerto rican in front of you. Juice gulped when he saw you, he still wasn’t used to seeing you all dressed up all the time. When you where staying with him you just had on a samcro hoodie or t shirt with sweat pants.
But now every time he saw you to drop off the money you where always dolled up. You looked a lot different from when he got you from the Irish. All the bruises and cuts where healed up, you almost had a glow to you.
You looked perfect almost like a barbie doll. You had on a simple gray plaid pencil skirt that was a little on the shorter side around your curves. A black turtle neck was tucked in as you wore a larger blazer. And those damn red bottom heels seemed to be your favorite.
Juice felt all the air in his lungs gone as his eyes traced your long legs , how you almost floated in the heels. He didn’t understand how you where comfortable and how easily you made your way around in them. Every time you meet him for the exchange your in some sort of high end luxury clothes, everything looked perfect on you.
“Your looking great.” Juice said smiling over at you as you held on to his fore arm leaning closer placing a kiss on each of his cheeks.
“Спасибо милый (Thank you love)” You said smiling up at him.
“You know I have no idea what your saying” You said looking at you like a lost puppy.
“I know.” You said giving him another smile.
“Well this is for you.” Juice said handing over the book bag that was filled with cash form the last gun runs.
“Yuri.” You called as the large body guard walked over taking the bag.
“Are you staying in town long?” Juice let slip out worried that you’d already be heading out.
“I could be.” You said giving him a flirty smile. God it only took him 5 months to finally say something. You where thinking that maybe all the flirting was one sided.
“Do you want to grab dinner?” He asked with a slight pink blush over his cheeks.
“Thought you’d never ask.” You said smirking grabbing on his his arm letting him lead you away.
“How do you feel about taco?” He asked giving you that smile again. You smiled nodding before getting on the bike with him.
Soon he pulled up in San Francisco right at the park to over look the Golden gate bridge. The sun was just setting making the sky a panting of pinks and orange.
Juice ordered two boxes of Tacos from the food truck before walking over to you. He couldn’t stop watching you as you leaned over the railer looking awh struck.
“Here you go.” He said before jumping over sitting down. He followed him sitting right beside him, your side pressed against his.
“These are so good.” You mumbled enjoying the spicy tacos.
“I come here a lot when I need to get away from Charming for a little.” Juice said smiling.
“Sometimes I wish I could just ran away form everyone too. But then I realize I’m in charge and there’s no where I could run.” You told him sighing as you rested against him. This felt like you where a normal couple on a normal date. Not a biker and the leader of the mafia.
“Have you ever thought about what it’d be like if you grew up in a normal family… away from all this?” You asked looking up at Juice to see he was already looking down at you.
“Sometime but I think I’d end up here either way. Plus we wouldn’t have met if we where both normal outstanding citizens.” Juice said as his hand rested on your thigh.
“I don’t think I know how to be normal.” You told him honestly. Your life has always been business deals, gangs and gun supplies. You never even knew what normal would be.
“Good thing I don’t either.” Juice said making you laugh. He slowly leaned down his eyes never leaving your. You rolled your eyes before pushing your lips against his enjoying the warmth and comfort you got form him.
Maybe it was faith when two twisted paths come together.
It was almost a full year since Juice found out he was a dad. There was a lot of difficulties to work through as you and Juice became co parents. It took you a while to trust him, he was a complete stranger at first. But Juice really proved himself and he was the best father to Anthony.
Co parenting was so easy to work out. Juice was more then willing to do anything for Ant and for you. It was really nice having him around. With raising your son together, Juice easily became your best friend in all of this.
Juice would watch Ant whenever you had work, no question asked even if it was an over night or rotating shift. He always told you if he was going to be away for a run or whatever club businesses. Sometimes Juice stayed all weekend at your house to spend time with Ant. Sometimes you let Juice take Ant for the weekend when he knew he had absolutely no club businesses to deal with.
It was perfect.
Juice was more excited then normal today. He loved his son, more then anything. He’s pretty sure his son taught him what love was. It was great seeing Anthony growing and learning. He was more and more like Juice everyday.
Juice quickly was wrapping up at the club house. He got everything he needed to do out the way. Sure he would still pick up calls from the club but he really hated having to make any runs when it was his time with his son.
“Where you in a rush too?” Happy asked as he watched his brother running around the club house with his book bag.
“With Ant this weekend.” Juice said with a smile. The club was more then supportive when finding out about Juice having a kid. They never let him live it down when they found about what the pool table part.
“staying at Y/N house?” Jax asked with a teasing smile. He knew how Juice felt about you. He didn’t try to hide his feelings either but with learning to co parent together, starting anything romantic wasn’t a good idea.
“I feel like I’m forgetting something.” Juice said mumbling more to himself as he double checked everything. He felt like he was in a rush to see Ant and you. He parked his bike in your drive way in his usual place.
“Hey Y/N.” Juice said as he made his way in the house. He walked over to you placing a kiss to your cheek as you where busy in the kitchen.
“Hey Juice! You’re earlier.” You said smiling up at him. He was the father of you son, he quickly got comfortable sending so much time at your house. You liked having him around.
“Sorry, I should’ve called to let you know.” Juice said, he still felt like he was on eggshells around you. He didn’t want to cross a line and ruin everything. He wouldn’t know what to do if he lost you and Ant. You both where his family.
“No thank god your here. I’m running late and Ant’s been having a tantrum since last night.” You said making Juice laugh as you ran through the house.
“Daddy!” Juice heard a loud voice followed by tiny foot steps running through the hallway.
“Hey Ant.” He said easily picking up the three year old into his arms.
“Mama said you where being bad.” Juice said as he walked through the house. He felt so comfortable here, it felt more like home then his actual home. Well his dorm.
“I have left overs shrimp and rice in the fridge when you get hungry. Theres also a weird noise coming from the hall bathroom anytime you turn the sink on. I’ll be back probably early morning. or the middle of the night.” You said as you threw your hair in a bun already in your scrubs.
“I’ll have my phone, so call me if-” Juice caught you off by handing you the keys.
“I got it, don’t worry. ” Juice said leaning down placing a lingering kiss to your temple making your smile. You loved the extra attention Juice has been giving you. It was hard not to fall in love with him when he was literal perfect. He was such a gentleman. He took care of you and Anthony. He was an amazing father.
“You’re the best.” You said as you stood on your tippy toes and gave Anthony a big kiss on his forehead.
“Be good for daddy.” You said giving him a stern look. You see a big goofy grin on the toddler that he got from his father.
“No kiss for daddy?” Juice asked making you blush as you grabbed your things as you gave him a little glare.
“Well now what do you want to do today Ant?” Juice asked as he plopped down on the couch with the toddler. Any was more like his dad everyday, he was even picking up Juice’s habits the more time he spent with him.
It was a long day, or both you and Juice. The hospital was so short staffed you felt like you where doing the job of 4 different nurses. Juice had his hands full with Anthony bossing him around all day. From wanting to go to the park, to trying and help Juice fix the skin at the house. Anthony most definitely had Juice’s ADHD.
It was around 1 am, Juice was passed out laying in Ant’s small race car bed. He clearly didn’t fit his legs hanging off on the floor. Getting Ant to bed was a challenge every night. Juice had to tell him at least 4 different stories before Ant fell asleep on his chest.
You groaned as you walked into the house. It was spotless, like always. Juice always cleaned up, you didn’t want him to but he did either way. You smiled realizing he fixed a few things around the house as well.
“Juice?” You called out not seeing him on the couch. You walked into Ant rooms smiling when you found them cuddled up against each other. You quickly took picture of them knowing it was going to be your next background on your phone.
“Juice wake up.” You said shortly rubbing his shoulder.
“Y/N your home already?” Juice grumbled in a deep husky voice as he looked over at you in your scrubs. He easily picked up Ant as he got up leaving the toddler in the bed.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” Juice said as you both walked out the room.
“Thank you Juice.” You said giving him a big smile making him melt inside.
“You don’t got to say that. I love being here with him.” Juice said. He kept to himself that he loved being here when you where here too. This was the worst part, he hated leaving.
“Do you want coffee or something before you go?” You asked your eyes watching him desperately.
“That would be nice.” Juice said following you into the kitchen.
“How was work?” He asked as he watched you move around making a cup for you both.
“You know, stressful and busy.” You said as you hopped on the counter. Juice was leaning over watching you. He loved having moments like this alone with you.
“How was Ant today?” You asked Juice knowing there was always some good stories he would tell you.
“He’s been asking for a little brother to plat with. He told me I’m old and I’m not good at playing tag.” Juice said giving you that charming smile of his.
“Oh god.” you groaned covering your face as you felt it heat up.
“ I told him, maybe for Christmas.” Juice joked back only making your face redder. He knew exactly what he did to you.
“Juice!” You yelled smacking his arms only making him laugh.
“Have you thought about having more kids? in the future you know. If you meet someone.” Juice asked feeling his heart get heavy.
“I’ve never thought about it. I never really thought about meeting someone and letting them into Ants life like that.” You said as you watched Juice. What you would give to be able to read his mind.
“Have you ever thought about us?” Juice asked, as he stepped closer to you. He was standing between your legs as you sat on top of the counter.
“I have Juice. Your an amazing father. Honestly you take care of me too. I don’t know what I would do without you now.” You told him looking in his brown warm eyes.
“I would like to stop pretending to play family. I want to be here all the time for Anthony, for you. I don’t want to have to leave. This feels like my home. You both are my home.” Juice admitted his hand coming to rest on your cheek. It was warm to the touch as Juice admitted his feeling to you.
“Can I take you to dinner friday?” Juice asked only making you laugh.
“I would love that, now kiss me Juice.” You said pulling your arms around his neck pulling him back to you. His large hands rested on your thighs as your legs locked around him. The kiss was painfully slow, as you both enjoyed the feeling of having the other against them.
“Maybe Ant could get a little brother or sister.” Juice mumbled into your lips making you laugh. He always knew how to make you laugh no matter what.
The club had to make rash decision sometimes and tonight was one of them. It was the middle of the night and the club was hundreds of miles away from Charming. Quit literally in the middle of no where.
They all knew the risks they where getting themselves into tonight. They where going in blind into an Irish IRA gun supplier warehouse. Juice found out this where they where holding majority of stock before selling. The only issue was they didn’t know who the Irish been selling to and where the guns where coming from. Finding out who was selling the guns to the IRA was priority.
The sons took it upon themselves to find out. They needed a better grasp over the gun pipeline to get back to business. They sat back a little too long and the Irishmen got a little too greedy.
The warehouse almost seemed abounded from the outside. But Juice knew better. He can easily tell the high tech security system was out in to blend in.
“Juice and Tig through the back. There’s way too many guys here for just a gun warehouse.
“I think the Irish are hiding something more. Jax you will lead inside from the roof. Bobby please get those guards from the front distracted. Maybe lead them on a wild goose chase.” Clay explained as they huddled in the van.
Juice and Tig moved their way behind the warehouse. Getting the guns was up to the rest of the guys. They had to figure out the supply chain or what else the Irish might be hiding here.
“Where’s that security room?” Tig asked the younger son and Juice held his laptop in one arm trying to read the blueprints.
“I don’t know, but if I had to have a server room it’s be this office.” Juice whispered as the made their way down the hall.
“What the fuck is that?” Tig asked as they halted hiding around the corner watching down the hall.
“How am I suppose to know.” Juice sassed back. He didn’t understand how him and TIg always ended up working together.
“Must be important if there’s 4 guards.” Tig said pulling out his gun.
“Blue prints is showing it’s a mechanical room” Juice said before closing his laptop and slipping into his backpack. He got out his gun with the silencer as the crested down the hall.
“Shhhh” Tig whispered grabbing the hairs from the back and shooting him. Juice ducked down slipping to the door letting Tig take care of the rest.
“Shit it’s locked.” Juice mumbled before and he grabbed the guards head and slammed it against the wall.
“Well we have company, hurry up.” Tig warned and he grabbed the final guard checking his pockets for any key cards.
“This would be a good time to hurry up.” Tig warned as he caught off the new guards.
“I’m try I’m not a lock smith or shit.” Juice yelled as he messed with the door keypad.
“Fuck it.”he mumbled taking out his gun and shorting the handle off.
“Fuck man!” Tig yelled back.
“Get in!” Juice yelled slipping in. The room was dark. Juice slowly walked through noticing a huge glass like cage in the middle.
“What kind of shit is this.” He mumbled as Tig got in closing the door.
“Must be the bedroom. Some real kinky shit.” Tig said walking closer to the glass box.
“I think it’s a safe or vault.” Juice said walking closer to try and see what’s inside.
“Oh shit!” Juice yelled as a chair was thrown against the glass he was looking at.
“What the fuck is that?!” Tig yelled pointing his gun at the glass safe.
“It’s a girl?” Juice said confused as small figure walked out the shadow looking pissed. You hair was hanging low a little messy from being stuck here. There was a sheer layer of sweat over you and dried blood.
“Told you some real kinky shit.” Tig said smiling seeing you in the box. You where missing your clothes, just stripping in box short Calvin Klein panties with a matching sports bra.
You been stuck with the stupid Irishmen for 2 weeks would be your guess. They took you the last gun deal. Your gun deal. They wanted more guns then you where willing to provided for them. You started yelling at the men that just came in the room in Russian.
“That’s not Irish.” Juice mumbled still looking at you puzzled. He was still trying to figure out why the Irish had you looked up under guard at the guns wear house.
“She’s Russian.” Tig said tapping at the glass pissing you off even more. You weren’t who these idiots where but they may be your way out. You put up with the Irish to torture too long. They kept you feed enough to survive. They tortured you just enough to scream but you still didn’t break. You where too high of the food chain list to be stuck in here.
“Clay we have some Russian locked up here…she was guarded and in a cage thing…yeah women maybe 25…” Tig said over the phone.
“We’ll take her, use her for negotiation.” Clay said over the phone.
“Clay said we got to take her.” Tig told Juice as they studied the glass cage.
“You think it’s bullet proof?” Juice asked knocking on the glass.
“Well.” Tig mumbled pulling out his gun and shorting the glass only making it bounce out.
“Guess it is.” Juice mumbled as she studied the door. He took out his knife placing it at the key pad lock.
“The fuck you doing Juice?” Tig asked looking at him. He didn’t say anything before using the back of his gun and full force slamming it on the knife. The electrical grid let out a few sparkles before the door opened.
You panic you didn’t really think they’d open this stupid glass cage. You backed up slightly grabbed the metal bowl that was left for your dinner. You still weren’t sure if they’d be worse then the Irish. This is why you never left Europe.
“Come here doll” the taller one said as he stepped forward. Before you gave him a chance to grab you you swung the bowl full force at him.
“Shit!” He yelled stumbling back a little. You jumped past him running to the door. Juice quickly stepped in front eyeing you with a raised eyebrows. With his large body there was no way you could slip by him.
Out of know where you felt a large hand trap around your neck pulling you into a head lock. You looked tattooed man with a Mohawk with pleading eyes as you felt yourself slipping away. Your body fell limp to the ground.
“Shit Tig you kill her?” Juice asked rushing to your side on the floor.
“No Russian bitch needs a nap before she knocked both of us out. These little Russian are sneaky juicy boy.” Tig said before picking you up from the floor and throwing you over his shoulder.
The son bikers quickly made their way down the halls and out the exit. The van was already waiting for them.
“What’s this?” Chibs asked eyeing the half naked women.
“They had her locked up. I think it has something to die with the Russian gun pipeline. Don’t know what that got to do with the Irish.” Tig said as he threw her into the back of vans towards Juice. He quickly sat up slightly catching you so your head wouldn’t hit the floor.
“Good work brothers, now let’s go back to charming before They realize we where here.” Clay said as he went into another SUV.
“Make sure she stays sleep. She wakes up you knock her out.” Chibs told Juice before shutting the doors. Juice looked down at you not sure why everyone was so nervous. To him you looked so harmless. Another part of him tried to control his stupid male hormones from checkout your half naked body.
To him you looked so small and fragile. Your plumped body had bruises and dried blood but he could still she how beautiful you where. You didn’t look like a threat to him. A part of him wanted to wrap you up and protect you but he quickly pushed that aside for the club.
But then again he never had to face the Russian mafia.
Every time you had to go to work you felt so much anxiety. You where nervous he was going to be there. You weren’t even sure why you where hiding from him. Maybe you where scared he’d want to take your son away. Or maybe it was because you had no idea who he was. Then what if he wanted to be part of Ants life.
“Come on Ant, mama got to go to work really fast. Then we can go to the park.” You said grabbing the toddlers book bag before taking his hand. Of corse the hospital calls on your day off to have you check charts. You where the charge nurse for the ICU. You knew what you where getting into when you agreed to the promotion.
Anthony didn’t agree, probably did not care either way or maybe didn’t even understand it all too much either. You sat him down in one of the waiting chairs right in front of the nurses station.
“Mama will be right back baby.” You said giving him a kiss as the other nurses flaked to him. They where obsessed with how cute he was. You smiled thanking them as hurrying to double check the charts. You knew they’d watch over him no questions asked.
Juice walked through the hall, he was here to check up on Tig. Well more he agreed to check up on him before anyone else so he’d get another chance to maybe see you. Just as he was about to turn into Tigs room he noticed a toddler sitting one of the waiting chairs outside the room.
It felt like his heart skipped a beat when he noticed it was the same toddler form outside the store. IT was Y/N son. He was swinging his legs as he had a coloring book in his lap. There box of crayons on the chair and a few crayons scattered on the floor by him.
Juice bent down, taking the crayons off the floor and handing them back to the toddler. He was still so shocked on how much this little boy looked like him.
“Here little man, you dropped some crayons.” Juice said slowly reaching his hand out to the boy. He slowly looked up from the coloring book and smiled taking the crayons back into his small hand.
“Tanks” He said making Juice chuckle. He didn’t no any little kid with answer.
“Wheres your mom?” Juice asked as he looked around but didn’t see you. There where a few nurses watching him very carefully.
“Mama? Uhhh” the toddler mumbled looking up trying to look for you. Juice sat on the empty chair next to him hoping he wasn’t going to scare him or worse make him cry.
“ere” The toddler said before handing the coloring book to Juice. He was leaning over the arm handle holding all the crayons in his little hands.
“blue” He said pointing to the picture as he handed Juice the crayon. He took it getting the message that he wanted him to color. They sat for a bit, giggling here and there as he colored with the small toddler.
“Looks like Juicy boy made a friend.” Jax joked as he walked up to his brother confused to why he was sitting out in the hall with some random toddler. Juice and the toddler looked up making Jax trip.
“Where the hell he come form? You printed yourself or somthin?” Jax joked looking at the toddler that had a very eerie similarity to Juice.
You walked out the office heading straight to Ant. One of the nurses told you a man was coloring with Juice, he assumed it was the father. She wasn’t wrong technically.
“Ant baby, time to go.” You said quickly gathering all the toddlers things and throwing them back into his book bag. You didn’t say one word to Juice or even spare him a glance.
“Y/N!” Juice called out for you as you tried to make your way down the hall. You gripped Anthony even closer to yourself.
“No you don’t.” He said as he easily caught up to you stopping you. He turned you to look at him but you couldn’t. You didn’t even know what to say right now.
“You know, I know about the night on the pool table. I know it’s you.” Juice said looking at you as his heart raced. He wasn’t even sure how he was suppose to have this conversation with you.
“What do you want?” You asked finally meeting his brown eyes.
“Just to talk, that’s it. Please stop running from me.” He said slowly letting go of your arm.
“I don’t even know you.” You whispered looking at him with pleading eyes. Your son was your life.
“I’m Juice, actually Juan Carlos Ortiz.” Juice said offering his hand for you to shake.
“Juice?” Your toddler mumbled getting excited making Juice smile.
“He’s talking about apple juice.” You sassed before grabbing a juice box form you bag and giving it to Ant.
“I know.” Juice said still looking at Anthony with warm eyes. You knew that look. It was how you looked at Anthony.
“I didn’t know I was pregnant until a few weeks later. I’m sorry you found out like this. I just didn’t know you and didn’t know how to found you. I wasn’t even sure if I should since it was a drunken one night stand.” You told him honestly knowing that you couldn’t do anything else.
“He’s mine right?” Juice asked just double checking he wasn’t the crazy one to assume this boy was his son.
“Do you want a paternity test?” You asked completely understanding the complexity of the situation you both where now stuck in.
“Not really, just thought I was crazy thinking I’m a father because I saw a kid that looked just like you, you know?” Juice said still looking at the toddler in your arms. Ant was watching him very closely.
“It’s still weird to think I’m a dad.” He said no sure of what’s next after this.
“I don’t want to come off pushy, but if you want to get to know him then your more then welcome to. But I don’t want a half ass Dad that’s only there sometimes. I don’t want him to get attached to you and then you realize you don’t care for having a kid to look after. I don’t want money or anything but if you want to be in his life as his father you need to be consistent. I don’t know you much, and what I do know if from a drunk hook up on a pool table.” You said rushing to get everything off your chest.
“I do want to get to know him. He’s my son. I know way to well about a dead beat dad. I can’t do that to him.” Juice said frowning at the thought of his own father he never even knew. He couldn’t do that to his own son, even his he didn’t know about this son existing a few weeks ago.
“Okay, I think he’d really like that. Maybe you can come by for a play date with him. Start small.” You said pulling out your phone from your pocket letting him enter his number.
“What’s his name?” Juice asked you, he seemed almost nervous.
“Anthony, I call him Ant.” You said smiling down at the goofy toddler.
“It suits him.” Juice said looking at his son. He still couldn’t believe he was a day. He couldn’t believe how perfect Anthony was. Juice never thought he’d get to be a dad, he never thought he’d be able to create someone so special like Ant. Even if it was a drunken hook up, between stranger. This ment everything to him.
The hospital was abnormally busy, even for Charming. You weren’t anyone important, just ICU nurse. You always wanted to help people and Charming had a charm for violence as it seemed like it.
You didn’t even know how but you lost track of time. You had a 13 hours shift, you would work rotating shifts so you’d only have to work about 3 days a week.
“Shit.” You groaned when you noticed a few missed calls from Ashley the babysitter. There was no way you could leave right now, it almost felt like the hospital was over run.
“Code blue- Male 40 gun shot wound.” Your pager went off in your pocket. Just when you thought you could finally get out of here. You quickly rushed over to the stretcher taking over chest compressions from the EMT. Just another day.
You where finishing up your rounds, ready to go home. You check one the gun shot patient who was in recovery from surgery. The vitals where normals as you wrote them down in the chart.
Juice walked in through St Thomas, he was on watch over Tig. He froze right before he could walk into the room. He immediately knew it was you even from your backside. This was the last place he thought he’d see you. The past couple years and he’s never run into you here when he and club the club where always in and out of st thomas.
You stood there in dark blue scrubs and your hair slipped back with a claw. He leaned over the door watching you as bite your lip as scribbled in the chart. As if you sense someone, you turned, your eyes locked on his.
You felt like a fish out of water not sure what to say. Was he really here, right now. It was odd to see him, he reminded you of your son. Every time you looked at him you saw more features that your son has.
“Hi I’m Y/N, I’m the nurse on duty for Mr. Trager surgery. Vitals are good, he should be waking up in a few hours.” You said hoping to get out of this room. Juice just leaned against the door frame making sure there was no way you could squeeze past him and run away again. You tried desperately not to check him out as he crossed his large arms over his chest. His eyes never leaving you, not even for a second.
“Well Y/N, you seem very familiar.” Juice said trying to get straight to the point. He wasn’t going to let up one you. It was faith throwing you in his face and he couldn’t let you run again. Even if he sounded crazy.
“Must have one of those faces.” You said giving him a smile. You heart was pounding so hard in your chest, you swore he could probably hear it.
“No, I think we’ve met before.” He said and he wasn’t implying about when he saw you on main street out side the dispensary. He wasn’t sure if you really didn’t know who he was or if you where playing dumb.
“I’m not to sure, did you go to University of San Francisco?” You asked trying to avoid bringing up anything at this point. He couldn’t possible remember you from a drunken hook up.
“No, I think it was a little more intimate then that.” Juice said raising his eyebrow at you. He was tried, really tried. It was a long day and his patients was growing very thin.
“I- uh i have other rounds to make.” You said as you tried to slip past him. It was a dumb idea as his much larger frame blocked you from gettin gout the door. You weren’t prepaid to be this close to him. You where surprised at how your body reacted to his. Like you wouldn’t mind ending up naked on the pool table with him again. Why the hell where you feeling like this.
“Y/N-” Juice started but you roughly pushed past him through the door way. He felt like his body was on fire as yours roughly moved against his. It was out of instinct as his hand reached out for yours stopping you in your tracks. His hands felt so warm in yours.
“I need to go, sorry.” You said not even giving him another glance before making your way down the hall. Juice let you go, he knew your name, and now at least he knows where your work. He could tell there was something off, that you where hiding something. It all confirmed that it was you that night with him on the pool table. Now the bigger issue is the little toddler that was with you. Juice wasn’t sure if he was crazy for thinking he could be the father. But something was just not sitting right with him about all this.
Just wanted to share the chapterboards for Chapters 9 and 10 of Frontier of Anarchy! ✨
tbh I haven’t even started writing Chapter 8 (I shared the chapterboard for that one along with Chapter 7 in this post previously!) but making these chapterboards has been part of my efforts to stay inspired to continue with this story
Continuing with this series of gif teaser thingies for Frontier of Anarchy ✨ Thanks again to the few lovely readers out there who have been following this story! I’m super grateful to have you on this journey
Aera and Will have the night of their lives, exploring NYC with no idea that a certain somebody might have just arrived…
Continuing with this series of gif teaser thingies for Frontier of Anarchy ✨ Thanks again to the few lovely readers out there who have been following this story! I’m super grateful to have you on this journey
Scenes of Aera and Jax happily in love on the night of the homecoming dance ❤️ (and possibly getting in each other’s pants ❤️)
Shitpost of FoA-themed gifs depicting my tumblr fic writer experience
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My impatient ass @ the entire tumblrverse like 2 seconds after I’ve posted a fic lol, bouncing off the fucking wall:
. My needy ass loudly begging for love 24/7 on this blog, listen bitches I’m sorry I know I’m annoying as fuck:
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My overdramatic ass feeling personally attacked by tumblr’s low opinion of my writing quality and the fact that barely anybody loves me, lol I’m a joke honestly:
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My indignant ass convinced that my writing is good shit and underappreciated hence the urge to ditch my WIP and delete my page, lmao watch me rage:
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My tumblr addict ass inevitably crawling back to carry on with my bullshit, biting the bullet ‘cause apparently I can’t stop posting content even if nobody wants it:
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Idk if any other fic writers relate to the clown shit I’m going through but anyhoo, thank you to everyone who doesn’t hate me lol I’m sure it’s very few!! Luv u ❤️
An: we’ve reached the end. I really enjoyed these two & the experience of writing this. It didn’t get an audience, but who knows what the coming months will bring. To the few who did join for the ride, thank you so much for reading. We were a little cozy club.
Stopping at the red light, Devyn glances over at Vince. He’s gazing out the window. He was quiet most of the morning, she understood why. Whatever happens at the table today would be life changing. Her eyes linger on him a little longer before darting up to the rear view mirror, Duke is asleep in the back seat.
