#sons of anarchy male reader

[my-bulletz]

— ❜𝟬𝟵 SUMMER with Jax Teller.

sticky heat and burning leather seats — "d'ya wanna go for a ride?"

[morrow-teller]

KINKMAS Day 3 | Shower sex

Jax Teller x Male reader

Contains: MALE READER, NSFW themes, Established relationship, Shower sex, Top!Jax, Bottom!M!Reader, Creampie??

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The warm water cascaded over your pressed bodies, trickling down your skin leaving a trail of droplets behind. Jax settled into you, his cock full seated inside.

A relaxed sigh escapes your lips whilst his finger tips massage circles into your soaped up hair, encouraging a sleep-like state once you managed to rest against the water slick tiles.

“That’s it baby-“

His words were the form of encouragement you needed, it pushed you to start meeting Jax half way with his thrusts. The burn he caused began to turn into a pleasurable build of bliss which coursed through your veins.

Jax carefully watched you, his hands now slightly tugging on your hair, pulling your body from the tiles and back into his warmth. You still kept a leg up which gave him just enough space to reach that spot that had you seeing stars.

You mumble incoherently into his shoulder, your nose pressed up against the wet skin as you bobbed to his thrusts, bouncing back weakly onto him allowing a set of loud smacks to sound out into the mostly empty bathroom.

Jax groaned before dipping his head, his lips trailing against the back of your neck. You were so lost in him you had no clue of the changed position, how you were now turned to face him, his strong arms holding you up which forced your legs to cling around his waist.

The lewd sounds followed by the bashing of his balls tapping away at your kneaded cheeks completely threw him

“Jax- please, I can’t-“

His smile had grown at your reaction to the new position, his bulbous tip prodding at the bundle of nerves tucked away inside of you, deeply.

Coming against his toned stomach, you fall into him, rutting into his slicked up abs. Jax could feel you clench around him which had him chasing the high he so desired.

You clung to his body, nails scratching along his damp back which slowly formed several red, blotchy lines, it had Jax pushing into you with vigour, like it was the buoying up he needed to go quicker. Your blissed out state had you trembling, fuzzy almost, but Jax kept going, still prodding that sweet spot.

The water had eventually turned cold but the persistent warmth Jax emitted had you clinging on for dear life, his thrusts knocking your grip continuously.

“Feels so fucking good- so good for me”

His hair stuck in it’s place, sweat beading from his forehead whilst he kept you up by the wall, his thighs shook, he was more then just close.

“That’s it Jax, fuck me…”

You hiss before sinking back into his limp body, several harsh thrusts later he crumbles, rocking into you like a wave on a stormy day.

Feeling him pulse, you watch his mouth hang agape, his eyes shut, releasing what he had to offer inside of you.

The water almost had him lost in the moment if it wasn’t for your lips attaching onto his own, how your tongue rolled against his whilst he rode out his high, still pushing back up into you.

Once regaining his focus, the whirling stops, he still held you close, by pulling away from him, you break the kiss, eyes lingering on how his bottom lip quivered gently as he broke out into a small smirk, a pleased one.

“You really gotta stop being so tempting…” he trails off before swatting at one of your cheeks. He pulls out, already you feel empty, a sort of new sensation that wasn’t welcome.

Still, your held close underneath the water, his arms slowly lowering your body until your feet plant into the cold tiled, slightly slippery floor.

“You gotta stop fucking me so good, then maybe…just maybe I wouldn’t be” He snickers before pecking you on the cheek, taking full advantage of the time you had together.

[lovearne]

Silence

Juice (Juan Carlos Ortiz) x male! Reader

My page is 18+ only. I don't tolerate minors here. This is my safe place to express myself, and I don't consent to minors viewing my works or my blog.

Warnings: silent treatment (kinda), homophobic views (not really specified), sad theme (kinda), juice is a big old softie who wants to be babied by his boyfriend

5 days. You'd not seen your boyfriend in 5 days.

He'd not wanted to tell anyone, especially anyone in the club. He didn't know how they'd react to him being gay. Well, he doesn't know his sexuality for sure anymore. Before he'd started dating you, he thought he was straight. Turns out he's not. 

He's terrified to use a title for his sexualtiy because then it makes it real. Makes it a lie to the club, because as far as he knows, the club doesn't allow gays in the MC. 

He's normally radio silent for a few days during a run, but this? This was different. This was yards different. He'd been scheduled for a hearing, and then disappeared. You'd went downtown and asked around about him and the club, the only answers You'd gotten were from a still grieving and tortured Chief Unser, he mumbled a few things and waved you off.

"No, chief you don't understand." You tired to plead with him. 

"I understand just fine." He interrupts you. "I'm not helping the sons, and I don't know where they are." You nod.

"Can I file a missing person's?" The chief's eyes narrow a little at you.

"And what exactly is your affiliation with the club?" You smile uncomfortably.

"I'm just a worried friend. And customer. I went by the past couple of days and I haven't seen anybody. I'm worried more about Juan Carlos, he's not the most mentally stable and I'm afraid after the events of Kip's funeral, he did something to himself." Unser sighs.

"OK, we'll send a patrol out to do a wellness check. Check things out." His face changes, putting on a small fake smile as he rubs your upper arm. "Don't worry son, I'm sure he's fine."  He makes eye contact and for a second, a spilt second you thought he'd maybe knew. "I'm sure he's like your brother, everyone has one close to them." He definitely didn't know. Your shoulders fell, you'd thought, maybe, just maybe you'd be able to confide in one person about your life. "The boys will take care of him. I'm sure he'll call you when he's free to look at your car." You sigh frustratedly, getting up and storming out of the police station. 

You walked your way back, to angry to be able to drive properly. You don't understand why you weren't getting answers, didn't understand why Juice was so afraid to tell people that he loves you. If straight people can love publicly, then why can't gay people? 

On the walk back to your house, their clubhouse came to view, you seen a few of the guys, seeing of the men you know well enough, you wave, he gestures you to come onto the property. He calls your name fondly, the dirty blond man beside him furrowing his brows.

"Who the hell is that guy?" Tig casts him a glare and moves to give you a half hug. 

"This is juicey boys best friend, they go way back." Tig then looks at you. "You come here looking for him?" You nod.

"Yeah, he doesn't normally dodge me like this, got worried." Tig nods in understanding. 

"It's a club matter, so I can't tell you where he is." You nod.

"I know all about club business being kept. Just tell me if he's alive?" Tig and the man, look at each other and then back at you. Tig nods, you smile. "I'm not going to ask, but thanks for letting me know." He nods again, putting his hand on your shoulder. This is the second time a man older than yourself has placed his hand on you like a dad would to a son. You guessed, since it's in the name of their MC, the older men treat the younger men like sons.

"Your friend is gonna be just fine." He squeezes your shoulder and then moves to leave. The words burn on your tongue as you hold them back. You weren't friends, you were lovers.

The next day, you received a call from Juice, you ignored it.

A shuffle and dip of your bed wakes you in the middle of the night, looking at your clock, it reads 2:00, it's very late and very early all at once. You smile slightly at the disagreements you'd had with your boyfriend about the terminology, they were mostly conversations you'd had high and dumb, way before the two of you got together. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." He sounds tired. "Been a rough few days." You turn your head, trying to avoid this conversation, pretending to go back to sleep. You hear Juice sigh. You feel him shuffle on the bed, taking off his shoes and jeans, you heard his sighs and grunts as he moves. You still just laid beside him, you didn't want to fight, you wanted to be glad he was home, safe. You relax a little as you feel him spread out on the blanket beside you, desperately longing to reach for him, yet he's still so far. You want to initiate cuddles and tell him how much you've missed him. But the radio silence hurt. So you stay laying as you are, not too long later you feel his hand on your shoulder, his body leaned over yours slightly. 

"I know you're asleep, and you won't hear this. But I want to tell you anyway, because my mind is so, it's just so goddam loud." He leans closer and places a soft kiss against your temple. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was leaving, and I'm sorry for not answering or returning your calls. I'll tell you this in the morning. I'm planning on sticking here with you tomorrow, we can spend the day together. I still have to do my jail time, so I wanna soak up as much time as possible with my pretty boy." He places another kiss on your bare shoulder. 

"Cuddles?" You couldn't help but say something. The  so thick in your throat that the word came out deeper than you intended. You could hear your boyfriend's excitement as he shuffled under the blankets, feeling his hips make contact with your ass, and his arms wrapped around you, face pressed into your neck. You felt at home. He was here with you, and nothing was going to come between you. 

[denim-devil]

Sons Of Anarchy | MASTERLIST

KEY:

Smut - 💌

Angst - 💧

Fluff - 🍬

Jax Teller

Sweet, with a mean streak 💌 - coming soon

Cigarette Daydream 💌 - coming soon

Chibs Telfort

Juice Ortiz

[purpleajisai]

Uchiha Observation n°1: Sasuke’s lineage - headcanons, storyline and hints in canon

This post is part of the worldbuilding process for a fanfic idea that I’ve been maturing over the past year, so I will update this if needed. I have wondered about the relationship between Madara and Sasuke for a long while now, and I knew there has to be a deeper connection than just reincarnations of Indra. The moment that piqued my interest was the point that Hashirama made about Sasuke looking like Izuna, implying that if Madara saw someone so similar to his beloved younger brother he could listen to what Sasuke had to say and perhaps change his mindset in regards to the war.

This cannot be a coincidence. Today, I’m going to share my headcanon regarding Madara and Sasuke’s kinship: Sasuke is Madara’s great nephew, connnected through Izuna. Here is the genealogical tree:

First of all, let’s explain Izuna’s generation. Of course, you can see Madara represented there as an older brother as well as the 4 unnamed younger siblings mentioned in the river flashbacks. The language used by Madara suggest that there were 5 other siblings aside from him, not 5 in total and including him. In the case of Izuna, according to the databooks he died at age 24, which is definitely old enough to be married and have a child.

And perhaps the readers are wondering why I’m not considering Madara to be married as well since he’s not only older than Izuna but also the clan leader. The only reason why I’m not giving him a wife and kids at the time of Izuna’s death is because I want to adhere to canon in this regard (no spoilers about the fic’s plot).

In the storyline I’ve planned, Izuna would die and leave behind a little baby or even a pregnant wife. The exact moment is yet undecided. However, it is through this only son of Izuna from which we can connect him to Sasuke. Once Izuna’s son grows up, having the pressure of being the last surviving heir to the clan, it’s not far-fetched for this man to have more than 2 children to ensure his legacy and prevent the clan from descending into anarchy. The reason why his firstborn son, who would be Izuna’s eldest grandson, is marked as “disgraced” in this chart is because the existence of this generation collides with the 2nd Great Ninja War. A possible reason I may consider to add for his fall into disgrace and shunning by the clan is that he would’ve left some Uchiha comrades to die in order to protect important Konoha intel, therefore gaining the reputation of a traitor and not being suitable for inheriting the clan’s leadership.

With the eldest son banned from the position of clan heir, the younger son would immediately take his place. From the disgraced eldest brother, we get Obito’s ancestry, and from the younger brother we get Mikoto’s generation. For Obito’s case, I theorize a normal Uchiha picked at random wouldn’t be able to handle the toll of Madara’s eyes, whether in EMS or Rinnegan form. Technically speaking, these eyeballs are actually Izuna’s, reinforcing his importance for this lineage. Please consider the importance of genetics in handling kekkei genkai in the Naruto universe. For Mikoto’s case, I added an older brother for her. Why? Because it used to be a custom in the Sengoku period and the subsequent Edo period to follow agnatic (male-only) succession for leadership. The death of Mikoto’s brother would put Fugaku as a leader, given that he’s the husband of a bearer of the lineage of clan leaders.

Finally, we get to Itachi and Sasuke. Neither one nor another were “normal” Uchiha: both unlocked the mangekyo sharingan and handled the toll of the Susano’o, among other remarkable feats. If Sasuke is connected to Madara through Izuna’s descendants, it would imply the existence of a direct line of ancestry that starts with Indra himself. The headcanons regarding the internal structure of the Uchiha clan will be discussed in a future post. The direct family line from Izuna to Sasuke can therefore explain why both looked so similar (recessive genetics) and why Madara felt nostalgic or touched at the sight of someone who resembled his beloved little brother so much.

Thanks for reading thus far, and if you have any questions plkease use the blog’s ask box.

[filthyfluffyfantasies]

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: fighting/violence and vague mentions of injuries/blood, biting/marking, hints of a size/height kink on Opie's part, a territorial biker , again,all on Opie + the next contestant (EZ, he's your old boyfriend from high school, fyi.) dumb enough to try their luck, body fluids, hand jobs - female recieving / male recieving, body fluids -tell me you wouldn't cum on Opie's fingers, biting/marking, foreplay in a public setting, swearing, petnames, dirty talk and a slutty nurses costume. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt twenty - costumes

character | fandom - opie winston | sons of anarchy

reader | original character - female reader, girlfriend & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 2.5k

tagging -< taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . you thought you'd wear your little nurses costume out to a bar to tease Opie. Opie decides that he's had enough of your teasing so he takes you home... or at least out to his SUV. .✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

It’s laughable, at best. Cheesy at hell, at worst. But it’s a way to amuse yourselves, you think to yourself as you nurse a drink, eyes scanning the crowded bar, scoping out the people who actually showed up in costume tonight. You’re hoping you’ll catch sight of Opie but there’s no sign of him just yet. Your finger drags around the rim of the drink-filled glass after you’ve sat it down.

You’re just about to text Opie and see if he’s running late when a throat clears obnoxiously from the stool beside yours. The second you’ve glanced up and over, seen the Mayans cutte the guy is wearing, you’re on high alert. 

He’s staring at you and rubbing his chin thoughtfully. ❝ Your old man know you’re out alone, baby girl?❞ he asks. You roll your eyes. It’s EZ, he loves to pop up and be an antagonistic shithead, he does it every chance he gets. He loves to remind you that you were once young enough -and stupid enough, to think you wanted him. It’s like it gets his ego pumping.

 And with the tensions between both groups at an all time high as of late, it honestly feels like he’s stalking you. Because you can’t go anywhere in town without bumping into him lately, even work this morning. Oh, he claimed that he was just doing Angel a solid and bringing his kid by for a checkup but you’re not dumb. He spent 95 percent of his time sitting in the waiting room watching you like a hawk. And then, when he went to leave, he was both trying to flirt and insinuate that being with Opie could be dangerous for you right now.

But you don’t want to worry Opie, he’s got more than enough on his plate right now. Things with Samcro aren’t going smoothly at all. He’s already threatened to kick EZ’s teeth down his throat if he catches him breathing your air ever again.

When EZ chuckles and mumbles something to himself, you raise a brow and stare him down, unamused. ❝ Aren’t you on the wrong side of town, Reyes? ❞

❝ Bar’s neutral, chica. I just came t’ enjoy the costumes.. Relax.❞ EZ shrugs. Dark brown eyes flit over your body and when he licks his lips, it takes everything you possess not to slap the taste out of his mouth. He leans in just a little closer. ❝ You’re on th’ wrong side, baby girl.. If you were with me..❞ he pauses to take a sip of his Corona before continuing, ❝ I’d never let you outta my sight, especially not dressed like that.❞ he lets his eyes roam and you tug at the skirt of the nurses costume you’ve chosen,  ❝Damn sure wouldn’t let what happened t’ his first old lady risk repeating. Can’t be too careful, right, chica?❞

❝ None of that was his fault, Reyes.❞ you roll your eyes and finish off your drink, eyes darting to the door of the bar before you turn your attention back to EZ, ❝ I’d rather fling myself into the sun, EZ.❞

❝ I think you’re lyin, chica.❞ EZ muses, scooting his stool just a little closer. ❝ We both know you’re not over me. Just admit it. Ya still want me.❞ he chuckles again. Bites his lip as his eyes flit over your body, lingering just a little too long on your tits. ❝ Maybe letting you go was a mistake..❞ he gestures to your body, the way you’ve filled out since you were a teenager.

❝ Oh yeah?❞ you sass, ❝ Maybe I grew up, Reyes. I promise you.. Nothing about you appeals to me anymore. At all.❞

You’re about to slip off your stool and text Opie that the plans changed as you’re walking out of the bar but EZ is determined not to let you leave. 

What neither of you realizes is that Opie has come into the bar. And he’s caught the tail end of the entire tense confrontation. He knows damn well EZ is only trying to get to him and he knew as soon as he bumped into one of the other Mayans smoking out in the parking lot that he’d better get inside to you.

The fact that apparently EZ didn’t learn his lesson the last time they were face to face and the topic of you came up, well.. That combined with Opie Winston’s short fuse, lack of sleep the night before and just being fed up with the way the guy is always popping up, always has something to say lately.. Opie Winston is done playing.

You’ve just tried to put some distance between yourself and EZ when Opie appears out of nowhere, pushing himself up on you from behind. He chuckles, the sound is dry. Unamused.

A few of the patrons who happen to be sitting close are staring, quiet. Tense and ready for whatever might come next.

When EZ chuckles and you hear Opie’s trademark ‘startin to get real pissed off’ growl, you can feel your thighs clamp together as your panties start to get wet. When Opie goes into protective mode, it’s enough to make you want to tear his clothes off, no matter where the both of you happen to be. EZ steps up to you from the front. You’re now effectively wedged between the boy you used to want more than anything and the man you’ll love until you die.

❝ This shithead been botherin’ you, princess?❞ Opie’s voice is low and husky against the shell of your ear. You swallow down a whimper because you can feel his thick cock pressing right against your ass because you practically melted against his massive frame when he made his presence known. A rough hand squeezes your hip and he keeps you close.

He shoots EZ a murderous look. ❝ We’ve talked about this before, man.❞ he’s calm when he says it. Deathly calm. ❝ She’s mine, Reyes. I think I told you th’ next time I caught you sniffin around I was gonna curbstomp you into the fuckin pavement… Sound familiar?❞

EZ chuckles. He’s not bothered at all by Opie’s threats. He steps up to you, staring down. ❝ Think about it, baby girl. You know I’m not wrong.❞

❝ If you’re smart, Reyes, you’ll get out of here. My brother is already looking for one good reason to beat your ass in the ground. You know nothing, by the way..❞

EZ goes, but not without the parting jab, ❝ If you wanna keep your old lady, Winston.. Tell her to fuckin cover up when she leaves th’ house. I’d hate to find out somethin’ happened to her.. Seeing as how she was mine first.❞

And that’s the final straw. Opie shoves through the crowd gathered and catches up to EZ, grabbing hold of him to throw him against the wall. EZ shoves him back, the two men are swinging, shoving and ducking. EZ wrestles Opie to the ground and Opie flips them, a hand around EZ’s throat.

Until Angel strolls over.

❝ This fight is over.❞

Opie chuckles. Wiping blood from his mouth as he sizes up Angel. He’s still holding EZ against the barroom floor but he doesn’t care. He’ll take them both if he has to. The more you stand back and observe, the more turned on you are by just how fierce a protector your man truly is. People are staring and security is poised to strike, ready to throw out all parties involved because this particular bar is a known neutral territory and this kind of shit doesn’t usually fly.

❝ Yeah? See, I don’t agree, Angel.❞ Opie stands, towering over Angel. Sneering. ❝ I’m about fucking tired of your idiot brother sniffing around my girl.❞

Angel grumbles under his breath. And he steps up to Opie, smirking. ❝ What’s the matter, Winston? Feeling threatened?❞

❝ Not at all.❞ Opie’s smirking again. Chuckling to himself. ❝ Do I look like I feel threatened by either of you assholes?❞

Angel spots Tig and Chibs making their way into the bar. It’s now three against two. And Angel just doesn’t feel like this is worth his time. He smirks at Opie. ❝ You’re lucky I’m feeling generous tonight, Winston. Touch my brother again and I’ll fuck you up.❞

❝ If your brother even breathes around my girl again, I’ll fuck him up.❞ Opie’s calm when he says it. As Angel helps his brother up and out the door of the bar, Opie turns to you. As soon as your costume for the night registers with him, he’s speechless for a good ten seconds. But as soon as that’s over, he’s stepping up into you as if he’s trying to form a shield.

❝ Sorry I’m runnin late.❞ he mumbles against your mouth as his finds yours and one of his massive hands creeps up the short skirt of the costume, rubbing your barely covered cunt. As soon as he realizes just how flimsy the underwear you’re wearing is, he forgets himself for a few seconds, bucking into you while growling low and quiet against the shell of your ear, ❝ We’re not gonna make it t’ the stupid costume contest, darlin.. I’m takin you home..❞

You’re hauled up his body and he walks past Tig and Chibs, Tig calling out with a laugh, ❝ Leavin so soon, Winston?❞

❝ I got better things t’ do, Trager.❞

❝ People, Winston❞ Tig is smirking, you can see him when Opie turns back to flip him off with the hand that isn’t holding onto you, ❝ Fixed it for ya, Winston.❞ 

You laugh. ❝ Take me home, Opie. We can’t help it that Tig’s jealous.❞

Tig mocks you and waves his hands dismissively. Opie wastes no time getting you out into the parking lot and the second he has, you’re sat down on one of the picnic tables in the smoking area by the front door. Opie’s stepping between your legs and staring down at you, pupils shot with lust and his hands all over you, not caring who might or might not see. He leans down into you as his hand settles in the hair at the back of your head and he tugs you into a deep kiss. His other hand creeps up the bottom of the skirt as he bucks himself into you clumsily. ❝ Woman, are you trying to kill me?❞ he asks in a husky voice as the kiss finally breaks, ❝ I haven’t been able to fuckin think straight since that upskirt picture you sent me this morning. Fuck..❞

You can’t help but giggle and you shrug. Playing totally innocent when you tell him that you weren’t trying to do anything, you just thought he might appreciate the view on his lunch break.

❝ I dropped my goddamn wrench, woman. Open my phone and the first thing I see is that sexy little body…❞ Opie’s teasing, chuckling against your ear. A thick digit slips into the fabric covering your cunt and he drags it right between your folds. You whine into his mouth, rocking yourself against his finger as you warn, ❝ We gonna give Charming a show tonight, baby?❞ 

Opie chuckles. Nips roughly at your bottom lip as he responds quietly, ❝ Tempting as that sounds, no. I’m gonna take you home.❞ he pulls you up into his arms again and then he continues,  ❝ And then I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t remember anything but my name. After I rip that costume off your pretty little body, baby girl. Is that good enough for you?❞ he’s smirking, especially when you start to rub yourself against him and your legs squeeze his waist tighter. He’s never said anything but he loves the fact that you’re so short. And flexible. With a soft pair of thighs and an ass he’s bitten a time or two because it’s just that juicy. He loves the way it feels when he’s carrying you all wrapped around him like this, your soft little body pressed right against his. Nothing makes him hornier.

❝Fuck.❞ you whine out, biting down on your bottom lip when Opie pauses at the door of his SUV and you find yourself pressed up against it. He’s trying to open it without stopping what he started when he was fingering you while you sat on top of the picnic table. You moan because his fingers are buried inside you, fucking into you and all you want is his cock.

❝ You kiss your daddy with that mouth, princess?❞ Opie teases with a laugh as he sits you in the passenger seat of the SUV and steps between your legs again. You know it’ll drive him crazy, maybe that’s why you choose to respond, ❝ I dunno.. Do I, baby?❞

You’re leaned back against the seat faster than you can process, Opie’s hands and mouth are all over you again, he’s leaving visible marks on your neck and throat as his hands slip up your skirt, fingers burying in your dripping cunt and the other one ends up beneath your shirt, below your bra. As he squeezes your tits and rolls his thumb over your nipple, you’re shivering. Begging for it, telling him how hot and bothered you were watching him stand up for you back inside the bar. Your hand trails down, slipping down the front of his pants. When you start to caress and pump his cock, he’s bucking against your hand, growling against your mouth as he deepens the kiss, lips straying from yours to drag down your neck, latching against skin. The movement of your hand stops and you’re rubbing against him, desperate for more than his fingers buried inside of you and your hand wrapped around his cock. You’re holding onto the waistband of his jeans and he’s slipped his hand out from beneath your shirt, now he’s squeezing your hip. Rubbing you against him because he knows you’re needy right now and he’s needy too.

❝ I can’t fucking wait to get home and tear that costume off that pretty little body, princess. You knew what you were doing when you wore it.❞ he’s chuckling when he says it and you pretend to be clueless which prompts him to grab your hand and slip it down his pants again. When your hand circles his cock again, his breath catches and his head falls back. But then he’s plucking your hand off, pulling it out of his pants. ❝ Home. Now.❞ he growls as he gives you a few more biting and deep kisses and licks the fingers he had buried inside your dripping cunt clean, gripping your jaw to make you watch the entire time. ❝ I’m not makin a mess of my jeans when I can cum inside you, angel.. Don’t y’ want that?❞ he questions.

You whine and nod. You want it more than anything. You love the way it feels when Opie’s fucking you, filling you up with his cum. And when he fucks it back into you after he’s finished…

Just the thought has you begging to be taken home.

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The reader will always go by [F/n],[L/n], Dr.[L/n], etc. You can insert any name you would like to. The fanfics are made to be as immersive as possible. Want you to feel like you are actually there in your mind. So, many physical attributes of the reader will be decided upon you.

However, the fanfics will always be [F/M]. Meaning, the reader will always be a biological woman with a biological male character. Does not matter how many men are in it. Love triangles, love hexagons, whatever. Reader will stay a biological woman and male characters will stay biological men.

The reader might be a pyshcopath or a murder spirit. Perhaps she is a pervert. In this account, the reader in these fanfics is not always gushy. She can be ruthless. Egotistical. Homicidal. Volatile. Sick and depraved in the head.

Not only can the reader be scary, but the characters of the fanfics can be as well. They can be written to be just as heartless and sexually sick as the reader, but they can also be submissive.

Remember, these fanfics are not to make your heart flutter. Well, only occasionally. It is mostly to get your heart pumping. Show you another side to fanfics that some of us are not afraid of reaching. A dark one.

If you do not like what you have read so far, please exit this page. Thank you.

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For those willing to stick your hand into dark side, it shall continue.

Fandoms

Fandoms can vary. Currently stuck on FULL Rick Grimes mode [from The Walking Dead] right now. So, most of what is written in the start of this account will either be about him or he will be a side character in the fanfic regardless.

There are a few fandoms that are dabbled in. For suggestions on fanfics to write, are all the fandoms that can be or evenually will be written about.

ZNation.

Fear The Walking Dead.

Breaking Bad.

Sons of Anarchy.

Altered Carbon.

The Almighty Johnsons.

Trailer Park Boys.

American Horror Story.

Warm Bodies.

Horns.

Her.

The Office.

More will be added. Do not care if it is movies or tvshows. Whatever has the hotties in it and that has been seen. Can not make a sincere fanfic about a show/movie never watched. However, video games are different. Will write about video game male characters from games like, Life is Strange, The Last of Us, Final Fantasy, etc.

However, please do not shy away from recommending tvshows/movies/videogames to write about. Willing and open to write about pretty much any male character.

The Hardcore Stuff

Will say right now that topics in these fanfics can be very graphic. Not being sensitive to your feelings nor any beings. If you are reading these fanfics, you have accepted these terms above and below this pinned post.

Please do not report this account, fanfics, artwork, post, etc. It is quite unfair to see all the hard work put into this account be in vein.

There are kinks, fetishes, shameful acts, etc, that can and could take place in a fanfic. Some kinks and fetishes will not be as extreme as others. There is a boundary. A limit. The list of kinks and fetishes will include..

BDSM (Gagging, Bondage, Dominance, Submission, Blindfolds, Choking, Humiliation)

Voyeurism

Cockold

Exhibitionist

Masochism

Sadism

Blood Play

Abrasion Play

Impact Play

Nylons

Smoking

Roleplay

Underwear

Wax Play

Spit Play

Consensual-None Consensual

Somes (Threesomes, Foursomes, etc)

So far, that is about it for the kinks and shit. There is no vomit play, pee play, scat play, or underage/minors. Keep those recommendations away!

This is not really part of the hardcore section, but drugs and alcohol will most definitely be present in these fanfics. Whether it be Marijuana or a shot from Jim Dean, it will be hinted in the fanfic one way or another.

Next, we have the gnarly crap. Blood, gore, abuse, and non-consensual are most commonly and/or heavily present in these fanfics. Adds more realism to the fanfic depending on what it is about.

The least present of the gnarly stuff is self-harming, ending ones life.

Conclusion

If you read this far, then you are done. Everything has been put on the table. Boundaries have been set, and no one who does not want to be here or read these fanfics, will not be apart. Just block and move on if the account really bothers you.

This account is only for those who truly want to step into the dark side. Let us delve in the fucked side of life together but now, you are the one in control. Most of the time. Enjoy your stay here. Hope you come by often.

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Forged In Lies by Raven Dark and Jenna Stirling #DarkDystopian #WhyChoose #MCRomance

Forged In Lies

The Monarch Series 

Book One

Raven Dark and Jenna Stirling

Genre: Dark Dystopian, Why Choose MC Romance

Publisher: Raven Dark

Date of Publication: April 23, 2023

ASIN:  B0C3CYFH5B

Number of pages: 348

Word Count: 106,428 words

Cover Artist: Raven Dark

Tagline: This world is full of deadly beasts. And I might be worse than any of them…

Book Description:

This world is full of deadly beasts. And I might be worse than any of them…

I remember life before the solar flare destroyed society. And I remember pieces of the dystopian hellscape that followed.

But my memories are fractured. Full of holes and inconsistencies.

How I managed to slit the throat of a biker twice my size is a complete mystery.

But I did. Easily and without thought.

Now, the dead man’s four ruthless MC brothers want me as their captive plaything in the bedroom, and their assassin in the outside world.

I should hate them. Fear them. But I don’t.

My attraction to these sexy savages is as inexplicable as my nagging feeling that something—or someone—is coming for me.

All I can do now is hope the sleeping beast inside me is ready to kill when I need it…and that the brutal men I’m falling for don’t get caught in the crossfire.

“Forged in Lies, book 1 in the Monarch series, is a dark, post-apocalypse why choose romance featuring a strong heroine, and the merciless alpha males who love her. (Think The Handmaid’s Tale meets Sons of Anarchy, mixed with a dash of Firefly, but with more happy endings and spicy times.) Download today and hope your e-reader doesn’t go up in smoke.

***WARNING***This book contains sexual situations and dark scenes that may upset some readers. If you have triggers, please do not buy this book. Cliff-hanger ahead. HEA at end of series.

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Excerpt:

Havoc’s grip tightens, unmistakably possessive. His eyes gleam down at me. “Back off, Twig. I choose who she’s with. And you won’t be on the list.”

Twig’s brows go up in surprise.

Havoc looks at me and blinks, apparently caught off guard by his own words. “Relax, pretty girl,” he adds, pushing past Twig. “You belong to me now. No one will touch you unless I say so.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” I mutter.

And yet my sex slicks at his sheer possessiveness.

“Not sure how you’re getting to me, but you’ll pay for it later.” His voice is suddenly gruff.

“You better count on a rough night.”

My pulse stutters. What’s with this guy? One minute he sounds as if he wants to keep me all to himself, and the next he wants to pass me around. How many guys are we talking here?

Trying to distract myself from Havoc’s effect on me, I dig the bread out of my pocket and nibble on it. I look at Sage. Not sure what I’m hoping for, but his expression tells me nothing. It’s as if I’m frozen out, and something between us has evaporated.

“Havoc, Sage,” a guy shouts, striding over to us. He’s tall and athletic-looking like Sage, but with blond hair pulled into a ponytail. “What the fuck took you two so long? Venom’s pissed.”

“That’s nothing new.” Havoc grabs a beer from a barrel near him, and Sage does the same.

“What happened at Gore’s?” Ponytail smirks, watching me eat. I don’t like the way he’s looking at me. “And what’s up with the strange?” he adds.

My gaze zeros in on the patch on his cut. I take in the acronym, committing his rank to memory. Second In Command.

At his tone, Havoc’s hand moves to my nape. I could swear Sage stepped closer. Ponytail’s smile widens.

“Gore’s dead,” Havoc says, guzzling his beer. “Couldn’t pay his dues.”

“Fuck. Another one? This’ll put the Keep in a hell of a mood. What about his women?”

“Dead too,” Sage says. “They were gone by the time H found them.”

“Shit. They would have fixed a lot of problems. All right, Sage, send a couple guys out there to scavenge.”

“You got it, Hutch.” Sage heads over to a group of guys standing with Twig.

“So, who’s the bitch?” Ponytail—Hutch—asks, nodding to me.

 “Gore tried to hide her when we showed up,” Havoc says. “She wasn’t his, though.”

“Stray pussy, is it?” Hutch’s eyes narrow on me. “I’ll take first crack at her.”

Havoc pushes me behind him. I think I actually hear him growl.

Hutch grins and lifts his shoulders. “Fuck, what’s with you? You’re like a dog with his food.

Well, you better bring her to Keep first before you stick your dick in her.” He’s laughing as he

turns and heads for the house.

I scrunch my brows at his retreating back, then glance up at Havoc. He knows I’m MC. Why didn’t he report it to his Second?

“This way,” Havoc orders me, heading after Hutch. “Wait until Venom sees you. He’s probably gonna want your ass first.” He pauses and leans down, lowering his voice to that growl that makes my blood heat. “And I’ll eat up every second, pretty girl. I bet watching would be almost as good as fucking you.”

Alarm bells ring in my head. I gotta get out of here now before this gets any worse. And I have to get to Charlie. As long as I’m here, I can’t do that.

Heart in my throat, I lower my eyes, searching for an escape route. Some of the bikes sit without men near them, keys dangling from ignitions. One’s a few feet away. Even if I could get Havoc to let go, he’d catch me before I reached it.

Still...

We’re closing in on the front doors, Havoc’s long strides eating up the grass. If I’m going to act, it has to be now.

I lurch, pretending to stumble. Havoc loses his grip. I whip around and sprint toward the nearest bike.

Havoc curses. Shouts ring out. Panting, I swing onto the bike, kick the stand up, and fire up the engine.

“Stupid bitch,” Havoc roars.

Out of nowhere, a strong arm snakes around my neck and I’m yanked off the bike. I land on my ass with a yell before I’m pulled to my feet and spun around.

I have about a half a second to see silver-blond hair before the guy swings his fist right at my face.

 About the Author:

As a young girl Raven Dark dreamed of being abducted by a savage alien warrior, whisked away by a brutal pirate, or rescued by a cape-bearing hero. When none of these men came to claim her, she brought them to life in her stories. Then twelve years ago she met the man of her dreams. He doesn't wear a cape, fly a spaceship, or wield a sword, but sometimes she swears they've mind melded.

Raven lives with her dream man and their one cat that thinks she's a dog in the Mundane world's version of Ontario, Canada. When she isn't working on her latest erotic romance novels and crafting interesting worlds in which to set them, she's spending too much time with friends, feeding her Youtube addiction, or curled up on a couch watching favorite shows with her future husband.

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[olipstories]

The Rules and Other

Before you scroll through my blog! 

This is an 18+ blog! If you are a minor and/or do not have your age range on your blog you will be blocked!

Again. If you are not 18 or older you will be blocked!

Moving on! 

I'd love to talk to anyone who wants to talk. Go ahead and message me or send in an ask! It's really that simple. Anons are on too if you want that. 

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I am over 18. You can call me Oli or Olia, either work. ANy pronouns work. I am a trainwreck or a writer trying to help raise two teenage boys. Please have patience when sending me an ask. 

That being said. Asks can be about whatever! Not just what I'm writing or have written. I'd love interaction with people! If I don't respond, don't assume I'm ignoring you. I may have missed what you've said or I might have thought I responded and didn't.

I am chronically ill so writing is as I go. I can't promise updates on specific days. I'd love to be that constant but I'm sadly not. 

I am trying to figure out how to post on Tumblr. This is a new experience for me. But work with me. 

Also, despite English being my first language, I am shit at it. So you've been warned. 

I don't know yet if I will write nsfw things but I might hint or attempt it at some point. 

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 I also try to research as best I can on a culture before I write about it. I may make mistakes about a culture. please point them out kindly and inform me on whatever it is. I love to lear about cultures.

Despite being genderfluid, I struggle to write from a male perspective if the character does not already exist. So any reader fics will be gender neutral to the best of my abilities or fem in body. 

 I won't write irl people. It's not something I can write. I don't really ship much so I'll do those requests on a case by case on if I can write it or not. 

I will write for Stranger Things, Supernatural, Mortal Instruments/Shadowhunters, Harry Potter, Criminal Minds, Avengers, and Sons of Anarchy. Maybe not every character but those are the fandoms I will write most. 

[thirstygirlclub]

Jax Falling For Another Guy Would Include:

Jax would be confused as he felt himself being drawn to another guy. Maybe confusing the feelings with something else.

He would slowly start to realise what the feelings were and he would get even more confused; he always thought he was fully straight.

But as he got more comfortable and in tune with his feelings he would start getting more forward.

He wouldn’t be awkward around the guys because they’re his family and they would be fully understanding

That doesn’t stop the lighthearted teasing though but Jax doesn’t mind because he knows it’s just harmless fun

Eventually, Jax would show off his beau just as much as any beautiful lady; making out in the clubhouse etc

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(Short but sweet! Opie version coming next monday!! Thanks to @joegibson0 for the idea!)

[thescriptofsharkboyandlavagirl3d]

Che + Joe

Prologue

Che 'Taza' Romero x Original Cis Male Character (Joseph Balik)

Author's Note: I've recently finished binge watching Mayans after originally only seeing the first seasons and losing interest. After watching the story line about David, I fell in love with Taza and was searching for fics with male readers or characters as the love interest but there are none that I could find so I decided to just write one myself.

I don't 100% know what the MC's opinions on queer people are because it's not entirely clear in the show so I'm making my own assumptions. Bishop is evidently not impressed when Che reveals his bisexuality and Isaac stated when talking to Coco that one of the two ways that will get you killed in the club is homosexual behaviour. Bishop's distain is a little muddled due to the fact that it is mixed with his reaction to finding out Che killed Riz so it's not entirely clear how much of the reaction was centred around Che's bisexuality. As well, when in confrontation with the Swole Boys, Angel refers to their bikes as ' homo-cycles', evidently displaying prejudice behaviour, referring to something you don't like as 'gay'. On the other hand, Bishop has never displayed any clear disgust for his ex-wife's queerness as she now is married to a woman after they split. So I'm going with that the Mayans don't outwardly, violently hate queer people and will be amicable with Joe but it is unacceptable within the club as enforced by their rules and members will display various micro-aggressions toward queer characters and queerness in general throughout the story. Some characters in and out of the MC will display more hostility towards queer characters so this is a warning for readers who may be triggered by homophobic ideals, language and actions. If any of you have any ideas or sentiments towards how you view the member's of the MC and their thought on the LGBTQIA+ community, feel free to share them with me.

Given Raoul's age of 63 in 2018, I'm placing Taza at about 60 years old. Joe, who is physically and a little personality wise based on Antoni Porowski, will be be about 41 years old.

Chapters in the future will be explicit but will contain warnings for anyone who may find that uncomfortable.

Warning: N/A currently

Words: 731

Summary: After years of struggle, Joseph Balik opens up a new cafe in the middle of Santo Padre. With the overwhelming presence of the Mayans, Joe is eager to keep out of their way. Plans are quickly altered when Vice Presidente literally crashes into Joe's life, sending both of their lives in to a chaotic spin

It didn’t take long for word of Malino’s to spread through Santo Padre. The town was slight enough to notice any new movement in a years old abandon shop front along the main road. With a breath of fresh air and bright façade in the arid desert environment, Malino’s was quickly overrun with customers eager to evaluate the new establishment.

Opening the café had been in the works for years. Having immigrated from Poland at a young age, Joe was no stranger to the teasing quips and mocking accents of the school yard. It didn’t take long before Joe was shifting the cadence of his speech in the hopes of sounding more akin to the smooth drawl of a regular Californian kid. Soon, everything that made Joe himself, had been replaced with the customs of a new country and the denial of his heritage. It had taken years for Joe to reconcile with the internalised distain for his differences.

It had been early college days at USC when Joe had met people who began to reshape his image of himself. Surrounded with those of unwavering pride in who they were and were they came from, he began to delve deeper into what he had stubbornly tried to push down since childhood. Through the revision of his culture, it had been the food of his homeland that had become the strongest connection in practicing and celebrating himself and where his family came from. This had quickly sparked a deep love for cooking and sharing his food with those he cared for.

This love had only blossomed from there. Soon abandoning previous life goals, Joe had begun to squirrel away any spare coin he could muster in the hopes of saving up enough to establish his own café while continuing his college degree. Despite set back after set back, he had achieved what had once only be a dream, now twenty years passed.

Joe had caught wind of the vacant store front in the southern Californian town of Santo Padre after months on the search. With a price point under budget, the decision to purchase was a no brainer. As a result, the store had been riddled with faults, covered in mould and filth with loose wires and damaged walls, leaving weeks of repairs and restorations. Despite this, Joe’s optimism had yet to falter with years of determination to back him up. With preparations finally at a close, Joe’s dream was coming to fruition in front of his eyes.

Through the first weeks of opening, Joe was hard pressed to find a moment of peace. Between juggling the financial aspects of running a café as well as managing staff and taking place as head baker, he was struggling to find sleep each night before 1 am. As a result, it wasn’t a surprise that Joe had found himself lacking all concentration on the job, discovering himself chest to chest with a man instead of delivering a customer’s apple tart.

Despite his new residence, it hadn’t been difficult for Joe to notice of the loud rumbling that would shake the streets of Santo Padre. The local charter of Mayans weren’t shy in showing off their rides, flashing their vest around town in the sweltering heat of the sun. That being said, Joe had been adamant in avoiding any of the men at all costs. It didn’t take a genius to assume what those men thought about men like him. While it was an assumption of their views on queer people, those assumptions may end up saving his life and Joe wasn’t about to chance that on the principle of giving others the benefit of the doubt and not assuming on their behalf, especially when it came to dangerous men in a motorcycle club.

However, after one look at this man, Joe had almost thrown the sentiment out the window. Their matched height had entitled a clear view of his deep brown eyes with a sight of his strong nose and thick facial hair. The intricate lines detailing his face had almost been entrancing enough for Joseph to forget to be embarrassed by the seconds previous collision and his current response to the Mayan in front of him. With a quick flick at the corner of his mouth, the man had clearly taken note of Joe’s intimidated, flustered reaction.

He was in for it now.

[my-bulletz]

✶ JAX TELLER in love with a guy.

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pairing: jax teller + male reader.

warnings: vague internalized homophobia, canon typical violence, vague canon typical homophobia, vague weed talk.

jax didn't think he'd be the type of guy to — like other guys. it’s not like girls didn’t cut it for him before, that was all well and dandy, but he lately found himself staring at the way the leather from your cut shaped around your shoulders a little too long, or how the veins in your arms would pop when you drew your gun. fuck.

and at first, everything was pretty easy to ignore, even if he stared too much and went out of his way to keep his distance — he could pretend it was nothing, jax had a knack for keeping his hands busy on useless flings, and now they proved a better escape. it was a particularly vivid dream and a few stoned deliriums when he hung around the weed shop with juice that told him this wasn’t going away anytime now.

he then thought of everything that was potentially wrong about it, when he didn't have his hands on a trigger, his bike's handle, or someone else, he was overthinking. starting with the fact that no one had to know; and if they did, the club would have to make an exception for him, to any and all rules he would be breaking along the way. jax didn't keep tabs on every archaic rule of the original motor clubs, but he figured having an old man as an old man would be a pretty big hole to patch over

chibs was the first to know. jax couldn't bring himself to tell opie about it, he didn't know how to feel about it himself, he didn't want to see opie not knowing too. and chibs noticed everything, down to how jax's jaw would tense at any and all comment that he would have found funny before, how he'd leave the bar too quick, and not hang around the crow-eaters as much as he used to, almost as if he, out of all people, couldn't keep his hands fixed to known, soft curves. not when he closed his eyes and all he saw were sharp edges and rough knuckles.

the talk they’d secretely had about it had been awkward and, oddly comfortingly, filled with curses. their backs to the wall and a cig between their fingers. it went something like: “so, the new patch.” “... yeah.” and after a moment of silence and a tightly stiff hug, chibs breathed out, “yer’ an idiot, jackie boy.”

when it blew up for the both of you, it happened in between dirt and beer, blinded by street lights. it had been a stupid brawl; a show to put on during a party of the mc, that grew too personal — especially when his breath hitched when you took off your shirt to go up against him in the makeshift rink. and maybe, he didn't know how to deal with being irrevocably smitten with someone so eager to punch his teeth out.

frustration and confusion about his feelings quickly soured into panting anger and balled up fists. he also remembers flashes of flushes and heat waves striking his skin where pavement sanded his back, it felt kind to be punched as long as it was you.

not that he'd ever admit that.

even when he found you later in the bathroom, bleeding by his doing and running water over your knuckles, your wraps dropping off the sink, he came to you like a storm, frowning and seething, kissing the blood off your lips, hard enough he might've broke something else, he pulled away just as so, daring you, everything a challenge with him.

that too faded away; into yearning and sickeningly sticky grudges that tasted too much like honey, you two didn' talk about the pushing towards greedy encounters in grimy bathrooms, not for a long while. his bike to yours even when he missed having you in his hands, he knew if it was known and went south, both of you'd get shunned and blacked out, and even if the club looked past it, the other charters just wouldn't have it. so bathrooms it was.

he'd call you his boyfriend not only in the dark and smell a whiff of gunpowder and call that home, if he could.

he wants to, just not now. and it hurts, and the knife twists, because they don't teach you what to do when everyone looks out for their old ladies, but you have to watch bullets grazing the man you love everyday, having to shoot too.

only when you strapped a bulletproof vest alongside your chest, cocked your gun and prepped yourself for a meeting made to go awry, only then he felt the very palpable fear of losing someone he didn't have the chance to claim as his.

everyone's family locked tight and safe in the clubhouse. and before anyone took off on their bikes, jax kissed you briefly, yet it felt like a shot in on itself, his hands on each side of your face, holding you like water. “see you later.” his voice a lot like an order, even when his thumb ran alongside your jaw, not even trying to be soft, he didn't know how with you. before you had a chance to react and do something other than lick your lips, jax was already hopping on his bike before anyone else could, racing off, with all of the member's eyes on him, and you.

well, that would be a conversation to be had when they all came back.

[hotdamnhunnam]

Make It Rain

Part 1 | Part 2

A/N: Here’s Part 2 of you and Jax having hot shower sex!! As this is the third of 12 fics for my 500 Followers Kinkfest, please note Part 2 is ALL ABOUT THE KINKS (see warnings). So please don’t read if that is not your thing. Note: I’ve never done anything like this in reality (and have no interest personally) but am OBSESSED with the idea of it in my filthy Jax/Charlie fantasies 🥵

Pairing: Jax Teller x gender-neutral reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, dom!Jax, KINKY KINKS: reader is basically showering in (and swallowing) Jax’s glorious godly bodily fluids (cum + spit + piss), because he/she is an extreme submissive slut who worships Jax that fucking much. Request: Kinkfest request from @malethirsty

Word Count: ~2.1k

... Continued from Part 1 [Read Here]

“Jax...” you breathe his name after that round of mind-blowing sex, loving the feel of his firm sculpted muscles against your bare back. He leans in close and presses his lips to your neck. You’re both totally wrecked, in a way that’s so totally perfect. There’s no man on earth who fucks better than Jax; that’s a hard fucking fact.

Shower water cascades down the slivers of space between your skin and his, space so scarce that it barely exists. His fingers dig into the skin of your hips, as you turn your head toward him to meet his lips, both melting into the heat of the kiss. Gasping and basking in the afterglow, the greatest love you’ll ever know. The pure magic of post-orgasmic bliss.

He’s so fucked out he feels about set to collapse. Too exhausted to stand anymore. Jax releases a deep sigh of pleasure and sinks to the floor, slick tile walls behind his back, a shallow pool of gathered water underneath his naked ass. Lands with a sinfully wet slap. Your heart can’t help but burst into a smile at that, a silent little laugh.

You watch him as he rubs his palm across his face and sighs again, letting the falling droplets dance along his rings, like heated rain. Head spinning with a thousand things—for all his troubles still remain, though love has helped to ease the pain. 

Where you now stand, you run a hand across the damp strands of his lustrous golden mane. Even now as you stand above him while he’s seated on the floor, he’ll always be your fucking king. And you will always be his whore.

You sure as hell intend to finish what you’d started, when you joined him in the shower. Helping your man to heal in every way you can is what you’re here for. You can feel the weight he carries on his shoulders, heavy-hearted; had you not stepped in, he may have stayed here all alone for hours. Brooding, stewing in his problems. But you’re here to take the burden off of him. Because you love him.

And if there’s one thing that can always take his mind off of his issues... all the darkest inner demons seething deep under his skin, killing him from within... it’s when you allow him—no, beg him—to unleash those demons on you.

You came to get him off, and shower him with love. And so you have. But Jax can shower you with something, too. And thankfully for you, indulging in these filthy kinks is something you both love to do.

“You know, that mad hot sex... it made me fucking thirsty, Jax,” you state, with no shame in the question you’re all set to ask, “...what’re you gonna do about that?”

Jax raises his gorgeous blue gaze toward you at those words, and the smirk on his face is so dirty it hurts. “What’re you asking for, you nasty fucking whore?”

His dominant dark side is coming out to play already—moves so fast, and the submissive slut inside you is all set to burst. Your whole body is suddenly unsteady. Barely able to contain your thirst. Not sure how long you’ll last.

Your master makes you say the words out loud, ‘cause he’s the fucking worst. He loves to hear this filthy shit from your own mouth. Stands to his feet so that his full height towers over you again. “Answer the goddamn question.”

“Y-yes, sir,” you answer, falling to your knees on instinct, eyes still fixed on his beautiful face as you sink. He’s so stunning you can’t even think. “I’m thirsty for your perfect dick, and every sweet drop that comes out of it. Need you to cum and piss all over me—please, sir. As long as it would bring you pleasure.”

These are words that you never would have dreamed of saying to anyone, ever. Until you met Jax Fucking Teller.

He knows that. Gloats over the fact. The fact that your body and soul are nothing but a damn sack of holes and a dumpster for Jax.

Where you kneel before him, in position to serve and adore him... your mouth is now inches away from his glorious cock. Moments after your man was so thoroughly drained from that mad intense fuck, he is already hard as a rock. His dick is a damn gift—Jax is the hottest and horniest son of a bitch who ever lived—and you thank all the stars for your luck.

“What’re you waiting for, you dumb fucking slut?” he demands, grabbing at your wet hair with his savage hands. “Suck.”

Needless to say, that is an order you will always happily obey.

Gaping your jaw wide open as you can, you look up at this living sex god of a man, and take him all the fucking way. You love the way he fills you up. So thick and long, so hard and heavy on your tongue, his dick drives deep into your throat and doesn’t stop. You could keep sucking him for days. Worshiping him with your devouring mouth as you stare up at him with your devoted gaze. Falling deeper into a pure submissive haze.

Jax often shoots his load straight down your eager throat... but not today. Today you’re getting fucking glazed. And you both know that he will soon fill up your throat with something even better anyway.

“Want my cum on your face?” he taunts, laughing sadistically as he keeps stuffing your jaw till it breaks. Knowing full well that’s just what you want. “That what you want, bitch? Say it. Beg me for the privilege.”

Ugh, shit—you fucking hate, yet fucking love it when he does this. Telling you to talk, all while he gags you with his cock. Getting off on the fact that you physically can’t obey your master’s orders. Straight up torture—and because you’re such a kinky little bitch, the torture hits like total bliss.

All you can manage is a mess of muffled sounds, as you keep swallowing his big cock ever deeper down. You’re trying to say please, sir, but just end up moaning wildly like a whore and drooling all over the floor. You realize just how much your knees hurt. But it’s not as if it matters. All that matters is his pleasure.

“Worthless fucking whore,” he sneers, knowing the degradation is pure music to your ears. You could go on hearing him talk like this for years. All you will ever want is more. And you are sure more is in store.

Knowing you live for every drop he has to give, Jax purses up his perfect lips and spits right on your forehead, and you’re motherfucking dead. Your whole face is already wet, all soaked in shower water... but Jax’s spit hits different. Feels so much hotter. Just so thick and viscous and fucking delicious. Your gaze silently thanks him for the sweet gift you’ve been given. Hoping soon he’ll let you taste it, once your mouth is free again after devouring his dick; not a drop of his spit should be wasted.

You feel so completely destroyed and degraded. And that’s when Jax finally pulls out of your mouth and decides to bless you with the cum for which you have so desperately waited.

“That’s it, you filthy little cockslut,” he grunts, his voice gritty and gruff, as he vigorously jacks himself off. Aiming straight at your forehead, while you gaze at his godlike body all glistening dripping wet, beautifully bare naked. “This what you want? Fucking take it.”

You shut your eyes just in time as his load lands on your skin, though you end up just opening them once again. Hell, you don’t even care if his cum strikes you blind. Jax’s beauty is so damn divine. He is perfect. It would be so worth it.

But thankfully you manage to keep your vision, as you kneel before him in total submission. Your destined position. Some of his thick white cum lands on your lashes and sticks to them, but you can still keep on looking at him, as he covers the rest of your face in his cum. It feels so good your senses have gone fucking numb. Pretty sure you just had your own orgasm.

“Fuuuck...” Jax groans out, long and loud, as you set to work dutifully kissing and slurping all over his beautiful cock, with your dirty whore mouth. You don’t need to be told. Know your role. Of course you need to thank him right now, for so forcefully fucking your facehole, for showering you in his cum and fulfilling your soul—this is how.

Because he’s feeling generous right this minute, Jax decides to bless your forehead with yet another shot of spit. “Yeah, that’s it. Show me just how much you love that big fat dick. You’re so fucking pathetic,” he laughs, as he lazily leans his head back, takes a moment to breathe and relax as you eagerly slobber all over his thick throbbing shaft.

Once you’re finished with that, sure enough... Jax takes hold of your head fast and rough, grabs your face covered in his sweet cum, holds your mouth wide open with his thumbs... and spits straight on your tongue, just the way that you love. You can feel your eyes roll to the back of your head in sheer ecstasy now as you savor his flavor and swallow it down. So grateful for the heaven on earth that you’ve found.

“You like that, whore?” he snickers, sweeping some of his cum off of your upper lip and then graciously letting you suck it all off of his fingers. “You like my cum and spit all over you like this? This what you live for? Mmm, bet you want something more. Lucky for you, bitch... now I think I gotta take a fucking piss.”

The sound that now escapes your mouth is just the sluttiest, most shameless cry of bliss. You love him so much and might damn well die from this.

“Open up, slut,” Jax commands, taking a fistful of your hair in one of his masterful hands. You’re so damn thirsty for your man, heaving and panting like a goddamn mutt. “Yeah, open up. Don’t you dare miss a fucking drop.”

Then with the tip of his divine dick aimed at your pathetic tongue... Jax finally releases his powerful stream. Oh, God—steaming hot, bittersweet and strong. Fulfilling all your filthy dreams. You wish it never had to stop. You drink his piss like it’s your job. He tastes so good, better than any golden shower should. If you weren’t so focused on guzzling every drop, you’d fucking scream.

You keep your loving eyes locked on him all the while, and he watches you with such a proud and pleasurable smile. Jax gets off on the way you obey, serving him as his good little piss-drinking slut. His own personal urinal. If you could, you would honestly do this all day every day. The sheer filth of it all drives the both of you wild.

When he at last is finally done, you gratefully gulp down the final pool of piss that’s gathered on your tongue. He spits into your mouth again, then swipes another drop of cum off of your face for you to suck it off his thumb. Now all his cum and spit and piss is swallowed down your throat where it belongs.

“God, thank you, sir. Thank you...” you breathlessly effuse as you soak in the flavor of his golden fucking god juice. The sweet sacred nectar of Jax Fucking Teller. “Thank you for letting me drink all your piss. Taste your cum and your spit. Holy shit, it’s so fucking delicious... I love you so much...”

For a good few more minutes you go on and gush, so damn high on the rush. Wrapping your desperate lips around his sweet dick in an act of fucking worship. Swirl your tongue along the tip, to suck off any last few lingering drops of cum and piss he just might have to drip.

You love Jax Teller more than anything, and love indulging in these filthy kinks, if only to remind him that he is your fucking god, your king. Your everything.

Jax had started this shower alone with his problems and pain. But as always, as soon as you joined him... that sure as hell changed. He can’t thank you enough, for showering him with your limitless love, time and time again.

And for reminding him that sometimes the best, baddest and most beautiful way, to work through all his issues... is to let the demons out to play. Let it all out on you—the way you always want him to—and make it fucking rain.

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Okayyy so this is BY FAR the kinkiest shit I’ve ever posted here and I just hope there are some fellow Jax sluts out there who enjoyed it! Would love to hear if you did! 🤪

I am SO EXCITED for the rest of this kinkfest – see below Masterlist for all 12 requests!! As always, much love to all of my Charlie sluts! ❤️

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[imaginemalereader]

Requested by @dumbass-of-darkness​ : Imagine being a trans man and the Sons finding out you’re dating Juice

“Hey Juice.” You said as he opened the front door. Your boyfriend looked a little surprised to see you standing on his porch.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” He asked, glancing back into the house. Something was distracting him clearly.

“Uh, thought we were hanging out tonight.” 

“Oh right.” He kicked himself internally. You had definitely agreed on spending some time together. “Um sorry, but some club stuff came up. The guys are here.”

Sure enough, one of them came into view behind Juice. Jax, you recognized him immediately. He raised an eyebrow at you and approached Juice.

“What’s going on here?” He asked, suspicious of the newcomer standing in front of Juice when they were trying to discuss club business.

“Nothing. Just a friend stopping by.” Juice said. “He’s leaving.”

“There’s someone in this town who actually wants to be your friend? I’m surprised.” Jax teased. You chuckled, somewhat awkwardly. “You look familiar, you from around here?” Jax asked.

“Yeah, grew up in Charming.” You replied.

“Thought so. I didn’t catch your name.”

“[Y/N].”

“Jax. Sorry to steal your friend, but we’ve got some work stuff.”

“Of course. See you around.” You turned and headed back to your own place.

Juice texted you that night, promising to swing by tomorrow and apologizing profusely. He made good on his promise, showing up in the evening with pizza and a bag of your favorite candy as an apology. You two settled into the couch, putting on a movie as you ate your way through the entire pizza. 

“Juice, what are you gonna do?” You asked out of the blue.

“About what?” He asked, completely taken off guard by the question and the vagueness of it.

“About us and the club. Are you gonna tell them you’re dating me? That you’re dating a guy, a trans guy?”

“I, shit, I don’t know. I want to. Because I’m the happiest I’ve ever been when I’m with you. But the MC is my family and I don’t want to lose that. I don’t want to lose you or them.” He sighed and fell back against the couch cushions. You leaned back as well and put your arms around him, pulling him into you.

“I’m not going to make you choose. I don’t want you to have to.” You assured him. You hated the sneaking around but you were willing to do it for him.

A knock came at the door. You and Juice both snapped up at the sound. You weren’t expecting anyone else tonight. You got up and made your way to the door, Juice trailing and staying out of sight but close enough that if anything happened he could jump in. You opened the door and saw several of the Sons standing there.

“Can I help you guys?” You asked, standing up as tall as you could, still not matching the height of Jax who stood closest.

“Yeah. You can tell us what the hell Juice’s bike is doing here.” Jax said. “And who you are.”

“I’m pretty sure we covered that last night. Juice and I are friends and my name is [Y/N].”

“Then why hasn’t he mentioned you to any of us before?” That was Chibs speaking up.

“I don’t know. Maybe he wants to keep his work and personal life separate.”

“Or maybe you’re selling us out to the Feds.” And that was Tig. At that comment you had to laugh.

“Ah yes. Because I am the epitome of a Fed.” You said, gesturing to your graphic tee and basketball shorts.

Juice stepped into view of the guys and came up beside you.

“Ask me yourself.” He said quietly.

“Juice, who is this dude?” Jax asked.

“My boyfriend.” This drew some audible gasps and you fought a smile at the sight of a bunch of bikers gasping like church ladies clutching their handkerchiefs at some scandal. “If you all have a problem with that you can leave now. Because this guy is the best thing that ever happened to me.”

There was now silence as everyone mulled this over.

“He’s cuter than you laddie, how’d you land him?” You grinned at the subtle acceptance in Chibs’ comment.

“Got lucky I guess.” Juice shrugged, smiling at you.

“So which one of you-”

“No.” Juice shut down the question he knew Tig was going to ask.

“I’m trans too so if you’ve got a problem with that you’re also free to leave.” You piped up. You weren’t fond of just outing yourself but it felt kind of necessary here. Besides, you didn’t want them finding out some other way.

“I’m still just hearing Juice scored a hot dude faster than any of us scored a solid girlfriend. Which is just sad.” 

You actually laughed at Tig’s comment. 

You and Juice were filled with relief as the guys threw out a few more taunts before departing and telling you that you were welcome at T-M or the clubhouse.

“Glad that’s over.” Juice said, closing the door.

“And you didn’t have to lose me or the club. Did you mean it? That I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you?”

“Of course.”

“Good. Cause you’re the best thing that happened to me.”

[denim-devil]

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