#juice ortiz

[ravennaortiz]

We need some smut girly I'm dying for your writing 🥹❤️❤️ love your blog btw it's my favorite blog on Tumblr 😫

I got 4 smutty birthday fics you this weekend love! 💜🔥💜

Love bites with vampire coco

Shit! With juice

Filled up with demon juice

Quiet for me with manny

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[tiredtripp]

//18+, NSFW

Prospect Juice being a virgin in Tigs eyes. Obviously the younger man isn't but unlike most prospects, Juice isn't jumping to have sex at every given moment. So after bothering the shit of him Tig finally got an answer. That being he didn't really think he was good at it. Especially when his ex girlfriend admitted she was faking it during sex when she broke up with him.

Obviously this can't keep going on. Not according to Tig at least. That's one of the great things about being in SAMCRO. Getting laid whenever you want without a worry in the world! So instead of finding a crow eater Tig calls up his own partner that has no issue having a little fun.

That's how the three of you end up at Tigs house in his king sized bed. Clothes all over the room as Tig practically cucks himself. (You'll make it up later, he knows you will) Tig is the only one still in his jeans. While Juice is bare between yours legs. Feeling like a damn lab specimen while Tog is the crazy scientist.

When Juice finally pushed into you he looked at you, waiting for permission to actually move. When you did he started off fast, sloppy, nervous. Tig grabs the younger mans hips. "Slow and easy, just to start." Tig mumbles as he slowly starts to guide Juices thrusts. Telling him how you liked to fucked. How Juice just needs to stop being so worried and just touch you.

When both you and Tig started praising him his thrusts got sloppy again. Something about the sweet praise just seemed to break something in his brain. Tigs hands tightened on Juice's hips again. Steadying his thrusts. "You can go fast but that doesn't mean you have to go hard. Keep the rhythm." Juice looked down at you. Apologizing. "It's okay, keep going. You're doing better." You responded. Juice nodded, letting Tig guide his hips.

Obviously Juice is the first one to come. But you didn't mind. Not when Tig pushed his head down, telling Juice that a gentleman always cleans up his messes. When Juice looked up at you there was absolutely no way he could even think about disobeying. So with his dick soft, and no longer feeling nervous, he put his mouth to work. Not yet ready to admit to Tig that today he learned a few things.

One, he needs to actually focus when having sex. Then two, he absolutely loved having sex with you. Maybe he won't tell Tig that second one.

(Half asleep and thinking about Juice)

[tiredtripp]

//18+, NSFW

Juice has always been more submissive, just in general. It made him a good prospect and then an even better club member. He didn't try to argue, didn't try to talk over anyone, just sat back and listened to commands.

Not many people liked it dating wise. People always have this idea that this strong, tattooed biker would be dominant. Would be commanding. Would take control in the bedroom. But that was far from the truth. The truth you figured out and reassured him you weren't gonna run.

Juice loved to be told what to do during sex. Where to touch, where to put his mouth, how hard or fast he needed to thrust. It was just so much easier than making his own decisions. Especially when he was high. The weed making him putty in your hands.

His favorite way to have sex was just laying there and admiring you as you rode him. He felt good, you felt good, and he could just stare at you. You never made him thrust his hips, never made him guide you. Why fix what isn't broken. Besides, who needs a dominant boyfriend when yours is letting you use him like a toy while he moans and whimpers.

[ravennaortiz]

Try Again

Summary: Juice decides its finally time to take his birthday wish into his own hands. He hopes to right his wrongs with you.

*Snippet as this Story escaped containment*

Requested by @tssweets

“Where you going Juicy?” called Chibs as he watched the younger man jog towards the club door. His birthday party completely forgotten after the candles were out.

“Can’t leave my wish to the universe” he called over his shoulder never looking back.

“More cake and strippers for us” said Tig as he dragged his fingers through the icing on the cake before walking over to one of the mini stages that held a scantily clad woman dancing.

Chibs turned to Happy who simply shrugged before taking his knife off his belt and cutting a slice for himself and walking away.

By the time Juice was pulling into your driveway you were at the door, go bag in hand. The only time a motorcycle graced your presence anymore was for a lockdown. You still didn’t understand why after all this time you were still being included but you went with it anyway. Though it was never Juice who picked you up.

“No lockdown.” Stated Juice as he parked and took his helmet off. “I…uhhh just wanted to talk” he stated nervously as you watched him.

[medusasfics]

My Precious Boy

Pairing: Juan Carlos “Juice” Ortiz x Fem!Reader

Summary: After hearing about Juice trying to take his own life. You rush to see him.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, angst & fluff all in one, slight somnophilia, cunnilingus, mentions of suicide attempt, depression, Ima (that bitch needs her own warning).

A/N: this isn’t exactly how things happened in the show but that doesn’t matter too much. Also there’s a line in this that Chibs say that I was originally gonna have reader say, but I thought it would sound funnier in a Scottish accent.

Three months. That’s how long it had been since Juice had broken up with you. Three months of no interactions, no contact what so ever. Three months you had avoided the club house, and Teller Morrow. And three months since you had spoken to anyone from Samcro.

Of course from time to time they checked in on you. They sent a text. It was mostly Chibs, and Gemma even Tara who checked in on you. But not the one person you wanted to hear from. You didn’t respond to any of their texts though.

Then you got the phone call, that changed everything. It was Chibs on the phone. You knew it must have been important for Chibs to phone. So you answered.

“Hello.” You said.

“Hiya lass. Ye finally answered. Ye ok?” Chibs asked.

“I’m fine Chibs. What’s going on? Why the phone call?” You asked not wanting to be on the phone longer than you needed to be.

“It’s Juice.” Chibs said.

“What happened? Is he ok? Is he dead? What’s going on Chibs?” You asked firing off question after question.

“He’s alive. But I’m not sure how much he wants to be.” Chibs said.

“What are you saying?” You asked.

“Can I come around to yers? Better I explain in person.” Chibs said.

That’s how you had seen Chibs for the first time in three months.

When he arrived at your apartment you were freaking out. You were scared for Juice.

Chibs explained everything to you. The cocaine, Miles, and how Juice had tried to take his own life.

You followed Chibs back to the club house. Juice may have broken up with you, but you needed to see him immediately.

When you entered the clubhouse with Chibs, you immediately saw Juice. And that bitch Ima was talking to him. Flirting with him. Clearly trying to sleep with him. But he seemed uninterested.

“Brother look who’s come to see ya.” Chiba said approaching Juice.

“Y/N?” He said confused but immediately brightened up.

You could tell he was feeling down when you walked in. The way he was sat slumped looking down at the floor and not listening to a word Ima was saying. But as soon as he saw you he was sat upright, smiling, brighter.

“What are you doing here?” Juice asked.

“Chibs told me everything. I had to see you.” You said reaching for his hand.

Ima slapped your hand away. You and Chibs gave her a dirty look.

“Wtf is your problem whore?” You asked.

“You are. You just think you can waltz in here and win Juice back. Sorry love but he’s with me now.” Ima spat.

“Seriously Juice? You’re with her now?” You asked.

“No I’m not.” Juice said.

“Well we will be. Ain’t that right baby.” Ima said placing a hand on Juice’s thigh.

Juice quickly pushed her hand away.

“No we won’t. I’ve already told you I’m not interested. Just leave me alone. Let me talk to my girl.” Juice said reaching for your hand.

That made your heart skip a beat. He still thought of you as his girl.

“Now piss of ya walking STD. This dinnae concern ya.” Chibs said causing you and Juice to burst out laughing.

Juice looked at you and smiled. He had missed your laugh. He had missed everything about you.

“Get out of here. Before I break your fucking face.” You spat at Ima.

She was quick to run away, tail tucked between her legs. She definitely wouldn’t be back anytime soon.

Juice took your hand and led you towards his dorm room. Chibs looked happy, as this was the first time he had seen Juice looking happy in months. And he was happy that maybe your relationship could be salvaged. But he was even happier that Ima had pissed off. And that she wouldn’t be bothering any of his brothers for a long time to come.

When you reached the dorm room you and Juice sat down on the bed together.

You lifted a hand to touch the bruises still on his neck. They were less visible than what they had been months ago, but you could still see where the chains had wrapped around his neck as he had tried to hang himself.

“You should have reached out to me.” You said. Tears flowing from your eyes.

“I wasn’t your burden anymore.” Juice said.

“Juan Carlos Ortiz!” You shouted his full name.

“You were never a burden to me. I fucking loved you. Hell even though you broke my heart I still fucking love you.” You said.

Juice turned to look at you. He wiped the tears from your eyes, then he kissed you.

The kiss was gentle. Almost like he was scared that he had made the wrong move.

He rested his forehead against yours.

“I still love you too.” Juice said tears flowing from his own eyes.

“Then why did you break up with me?” You asked.

“Because of this life. It’s too dangerous. And if anything happened to you. I wouldn’t survive it.” Juice admitted.

“And you think I’d survive if anything happened to you. As soon as Chibs told me about you trying to take your own life I had to come and see you. Hearing that broke my heart. The thought of my precious boy being in so much pain he tried to take his own life broke me.” you said.

“Is that part of why you broke up with me? The guilt, the depression?” You asked.

Juice just nodded.

“Oh baby.” You said wrapping your arms around Juice.

His head rested on your chest as he finally broke down.

“I’ve got you baby,” you said kissing his head, stroking his back and doing your best to soothe him.

That night you slept, just holding each other. That was the best nights sleep Juice, had for a while.

In the morning Juice was awake before you. He looked over at you, watching the way your mouth hung open slightly as you breathed. The way your chest rose and fell with every breath. The swell of your breasts underneath your bra. He moved the covers off of you. So he could fully admire you in your underwear.

You had decided to both sleep in your underwear, so you’d both be comfortable.

Juice pulled your panties to the side, revealing your pussy to him. He felt himself growing harder at the sight. God how he had missed that perfect pussy of yours.

Before he could stop himself, Juice was between your legs, diving head first into your pussy.

The feeling of his tongue against your clit and his fingers pumping in and out of you, finally woke you up.

“Juice.” You groaned bucking your hips up to grind against his face.

He looked up at you.

“Sorry baby. I just couldn’t resist.” He said before going back to eating your pussy.

“Juice. Please I need you.” You begged.

“What do you need baby?” He asked looking up at you with a smirk.

“I need you to fuck me.” You said.

Juice was more than happy to comply. He was quick to rip your panties and bra off before ripping his own boxers off.

He pushed into you with ease. You were already soaking wet just from him eating your pussy for a short time.

“Fuck I missed this.” Juice said rutting inside of you.

“I missed this too baby.” You said.

“I love you so much.” Juice said picking up his pace.

“I love you too Juicey.” You said, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down to kiss him.

“Please don’t leave me baby.” Juice muttered against your lips.

“As long as you promise not to leave me.” You said pressing your lips against harder.

“Shit baby. I’m not going to last much longer.” Juice said.

“Cum for me baby.” You said.

Juice collapsed next to you on the bed after cumming deep in your pussy.

Feeling bad with how quickly he cummed, he rubbed your clit, making sure you finished too. He was a gentleman after all and he couldn’t let you go unsatisfied.

Once you had cum too you collapsed in his arms.

Juice pulled you close pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Best makeup sex ever.” He muttered causing you to chuckle.

“I’m here for you baby. Please always remember that.” You said.

“I know baby. And I’m so sorry I pushed you away.” Juice said.

“It’s ok. I’m here now. And that’s all that matters. You’re not alone anymore, and you never will be again.” You said.

“I love you baby.” Juice said pressing a kiss to your lips once more.

“I love you too my precious boy.” You said holding him close once again, and never wanting to let go.

[gospelofmarco]

SONS OF ANARCHY s6e05

[zombieh0e26]

I need someone to write a fanfic abt the reader wearing that Pure Instinct pheromone perfume (the crave one?) and Juice being absolutely mesmerized😍🫠

Could be fluff or smut….or both👀

[tiredtripp]

/18+, GN!reader

//mentions of past suicide attempt

Juice Ortiz with a very protective partner. Everyone at SAMCRO knew you. Not because you would give any biker "fuck me" eyes. But because you have the kind of eyes that no one can forget. The glare you give when someone pisses you off could have anyone think twice before they spoke. You talked loud, made yourself known in a room, and could go toe to toe with anyone. No one messed with you simply because they really didn't know what you were capable of. That was the scariest part.

But somehow, some way, Juice got to the sweet side of you. Even if it meant you wore the pants in the relationship. But he didn't mind that. Not when you held him against your chest. Not when you praised him over small things. You made him feel important, wanted.

But god that protective part of you drove him crazy in a good way. If someone tried to flirt with him you'd appear next to him and try to burn a hole in the poor girls skull with just your eyes. If someone raised their voice at him you'd yell right back. You've been shoved out of the clubhouse for fighting with prospects who said something wrong to your boyfriend.

Should he be fighting his own battles? Absolutely. But it was so much more fun when you're the one doing it.

At the times when he's feeling depressed you wouldn't let him out of your sight. He told you about his past. His fuck ups. All the times where six feet under sounded better then whatever he got into with the club. It made you extra protective. Made you want to hold him and not let go. He allowed it. Even if the guys picked on him for it. He'd drink a little too much and you'd follow him around the clubhouse, even to the bathroom just to make sure he couldn't do anything stupid.

If he got hurt and had to have pain pills you'd either keep them on you or in a lock box. Never letting him have his hands on the actual bottle. Sure sometimes he bitches and moans. But he appreciates it. More than he'd actually let you know.

(I'm tired I hope this is okay. I've just been thinking about Juice all day)