money makes the world turn. there was so much of it, and yet so few people ever saw it. maybe if it weren’t for the money, johnny might have acted differently. maybe his family’s badgering wouldn’t have weighed on him as much as it did. maybe he wouldn’t have taken you, because finding a wife this way wouldn’t have mattered. he didn’t like the circumstance, but he couldn’t keep himself from liking you—the dirt-poor girl who worried more about helping others than feeding herself.
ceo au
THE FLOOD ; jung jaehyun | masterlist
there you remained, left in the dust. doyoung was your best friend through high school, but you quickly learned that keeping his company came with a price. though you cared for him deeply, nothing would come before his dream. and no matter how hard you tried to paint yourself into the perfect picture of his future he had etched into his brain, it would all be in vain. you even begged your mother to enroll you in guitar classes, but it was no use. it felt like the harder you tried, the more invisible you became. you died a little inside the day he left for good. a joint tour wasn’t going to rectify that.
jaehyun saw you. no matter how many times you lashed out, he saw you for what you are: a sad girl that is tired of trying to use band aids to repair a large gash. there was a brief period where he tried so hard to let you go for the sake of his bandmate, but he quickly realized doyoung was going to act the way he wanted to no matter how close jaehyun wished to be to you. he didn’t care anymore; he cared about music and he cared about you.
heyyy, first time interacting with someone on this app, kinda excited 🙏 Been obsessed with Soa and your content, so I had to shoot my shot.
How would Happy, Tig and Juice react to a reader who discover she's into pain play/impact play while they're getting into it?
For Happy I could see it happening while he is tattooing her.............
Anyway love your mind and your writing, hope you are honored to be my first 🙏🙏
content warning: pain play, overstimulation, oral sex, mentions of numerous sex toys, slight dubcon. 18+ mdni. i am not your mommy. you are responsible for your media consumption.
nonnie i'm sorry but reading this tonight all i can think about is happy who LOVES to overstimulate his baby. nsfw under cut :)) & also yes of course i'm honored to be your first ask! thank u for loving my work and my additional characterization of each of these depraved and/or deranged men. love u long time!
you're starfished out on the bed, chest is heaving as you gasp for breath.
hap has spent the last 15 minutes using a vibrating pussy pump on you, just watching you try your best to wiggle around on the bed.
"sit still, girl, m'favorite show is on." happy lets his teeth graze your thigh.
your back arches up off of the bed with a cry of pain that's mixed with a pleasure so strong you're not sure how much more you can take.
you'd been worked up since before you even ended up in the bed with him, he'd come home early in the middle of you making dinner, carving out special time just for you.
couldn't even get through half a glass of wine before happy was carrying you to the bedroom over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
he pulled the pump off of you just as your arousal has started to fill it up, the clear liquid splashing over your heat.
you were babbling, begging for him to stop, "no hap, s'too much. please, can't take it anymore."
"oh you can fuckin' take it girl." happy hooks an arm under your hip and lays his forearm across your pelvis like a seatbelt.
happy's dark brown eyes are staring your hole down, his nose brushing against your swollen, sparkly clit before he's tonging a big stripe up your folds.
happy loves to worship his baby and will lick and suck to his heart's content until you're a screaming, crying mess under him.
and he knows exactly what buttons to press to get you there. you're sobbing and shaking clawing at his shoulders as you cone undone for a fifth time, coating his tongue so he can have a taste.
happy has never heard this sort of crying from you during sex before, so as your orgasm cools down he's immediately babying you.
"poor baby. just didn't know it was gonna be so much, huh? s'alright, i gotcha." he shushes you carefully moving you so you sit on his lap.
you're asleep almost instantly, just needed a big hug from daddy after he gets you feeling right.
it feels safe to assume all the soa guys are chill with their s/o wearing their clothes but i’ve been thinking about the fact that juice and tig definitely embrace closet sharing to an extreme.
like ik tig is constantly wearing your hot pink bathrobe (he’s such a diva), u come home and he’s trying on your jeans, he’s truly wearing your clothes down to the socks if he can manage it. he wears your clothes like he wants to live in your skin.
juice is knee deep in your graphic tshirt collection looking for a cool one, he’s wearing your hoodies and your sweatpants, if he can fit into it and the guys won’t make fun of it then it’s fair game. he wants to feel close to you in every way possible.
it also doesn’t hurt that you buy better quality clothing than they do. anyways thinking about this made me laugh and i love these boys dearly (and happy too but he was not fitting this concept 😭)
okay so u r my angel baby now bc what a FUCKING GREAT THOUGHT. allow me to elaborate and spin off of this.
this turned to smut cause i wanna share pjs with juicy & have nasty high sex on the couch, so 18+ MDNI. there is explicit sexual content under the cut. i am not your mommy you are responsible for your media consumption. cw: p in v sex, panty sniffing, oral sex mention. canon juice behavior.
tig -
its fucking miss me jeans with the bedazzled angel wings on the back pockets.
"what the fuck do you think you're doing?" you toss your purse on the bed.
"they look so good on you, just wanted to try em." he turns around and stares at you.
another time it was your terrycloth pink robe, had it since you were a teenager. it's lasted this long, and it's barely wrapped around his chest, the tie coming loose on it's own.
"might as well just walk around with your cock out, tiggy." you shrug and pull the string. "gonna start stealin' all your shit huh?"
and dont even get me fucking started on your skincare & hair care products being USED UP BY THIS MAN.
"just wanna smell like you, baby, why you givin' me such a hard time." he hoists you up onto the vanity counter.
"cause this shit is fucking expensive." you slap his arm, grabbing your curl cream to fix his hair for him.
what's yours is his and whats his is yours. it's not his fault your clothes are better.
juicy -
omg big ol walk in closet vibes but that is the one space juicy has that possesses absolutely no organization. its a shared closet you wear everything of his but his jeans.
you're too short for the inseam. but everything else is fair game.
yall like 110% have matching hello kitty & spiderman pajamas and you wear them interchangibly.
your favorite shirt of his is the white one with skulls across the chest line, he always looked big in it, chest puffed, arms tight. it was a pajama shirt after he'd worn it all day, shirt hanging to your mid thighs as you'd dance around the house. (and no you don't have any underwear on because juicy is too busy sniffing them.) and on the nights the two of you have shared this shirt, you end up straddling his lap, facing him while his cock grows in the cotton pajamas, straining against the fabric to reach your bare cunt. once he pulls himself out, he's slowly sliding into you. you're sharing a joint while you moan and rock against him. making out with him between hits, spit lines forming, your tongue tasting his mouth. (it always tastes like spearmint and a little bit of cigarette) and once he's done, he's walking you to the shower, you're so fucked out just dizzy and eyes lidded. he's helping you pull your shirt up and over your head.
"no juicy, leave it on." you whine.
"just for a shower." he urges and lets his hands run down your sides.
he couldn't care less that the shirt definitely smells like sex, that man would fall asleep with his tongue in your hole and his nose pressed to your clit, he is enamored by your scent.
he says you taste like candy.
your head hits his chest in the bed and you are knocked. (and naked, you guys are definitely having groggy 4am sex where he's fucking you slow and then moving to eat you out until you cum on him.. :)
he has worn your juicy pants to the gas station and he wants you to know he will be doing it again.
had a dream about happy where he promised his old lady he would do something with her like maybe a dinner or something and never showed, then he came home late and she was already in bed “sleeping”- he just sat there and said “please don’t leave me” bro my heart broke! woke up and was gagged
omg PLEASE hold on.
happy coming in the door, frantic. all the lights are off. no dinner left on the stove for him. he knows he fucked up. stayed at the club to bullshit with chibs after they finished working and were closing tm up for the day.
he's rushing to the back bedroom. you're laying on your side, facing the window, ignoring him. he thinks you're asleep.
"fuckin' christ." he sighed and kicked his shoes off, shedding his work uniform.
"hey mama, m'home. i'm so sorry i'm late." he rubs your leg.
you pull away from him, he knows you're awake.
"dinner's in the fridge, needs reheated." you deadpan the wall.
"c'mon babydoll, didn't realize the time, m'sorry." his hand snakes to your waist.
you lay silently. you have nothing to say to him. he knows he fucked up, he can fucking fix it.
he leaves you alone and goes to the living room, kicks his feet up as lights a joint.
smoking gives him a level head, he's on the right wavelength and is working out a solution in his head.
he sighs again, sinking onto the bed again near your legs, "workin' on it. livin' up to my promises, didn't like the way i felt after seein' you upset like that." he rubs your leg once more.
you sigh and roll over slightly, "do you have anymore of that joint?"
your eyes catching his, an evil little smirk grows on his face. "c'mon, i'll even take ya to get a bite." he leans to his side and squeezes your thigh.
content warning: 18+. MDNI. mentions of: breath play, belly bulge, 69, cock cage. i am NOT your mommy you are responsible for your media consumption.
A = Aftercare - juice is such a dog, but like in a fucked out, i love you so much, and i can’t believe i just got to rail you sort of way. he’s laying next to you, panting, his hand stroking your thigh. “you alright?”, he’ll ask softly. a nod is all he can manage out of you before you’re drifting off to sleep curled into his side.
B = Body part - juicy loves his arms, bye. that fucking white tshirt, i know i’ve mentioned it before. it looks like an affliction shirt, he looks so fucking big in it. shoulders, chest, and arms are bulging in that fit. god i wanna chew on him. and he is a tits man, for sure. non sexually, he loves your legs and hips, every pair of jeans you have hug you just right and he is a man starved who stares longingly at his pretty girl.
C = Cum - loud when he cums, like is stifling groans into your shoulder blade while he’s hitting it from behind. and he sounds so pretty. you just love hearing how good you make him feel.
D = Dirty secret - i’m not coming up with anything for the CANON panty sniffer, hows that for dirty secret?
E = Experience - contrary to popular belief, juice is down to fuckin’ clown. this dude knows how to fuck. and i firmly believe that he is nasty & im actually so mad that we didn’t get to see juicy with many partners during his time through the show. he’s so passionately rough it makes me SICK.
F = Favorite position - cowgirl. he is in love with the way you fuck yourself tired and crash down onto his chest from him to fuck himself up into you until you both finish. alternatively, 69.
G = Goofy - juice is goofy all the time, sex is serious. he is just enamored by you, wants to make you feel good, he wants to feel good, it’s a sacred intimate time for the two of you.
H = Hair - if you thought i wasn’t gonna say that juice has a landing strip, you’re wrong because HIS CARPET IS MATCHING THE DRAPES STYLE AND ALL.
I = Intimacy - it’s romantic but not in a sweet way, in a deeply sick, depraved sort of way. juice has been locked up a few times throughout the relationship, and when he gets out, neither of you are very good with words, so this is the way you tell one how missed the other was.
J = Jack off - juice has and will jerked off to a photo of you on his phone while in the bathroom at TM & you bet your pretty little asses his cum is painting the panties you slipped off before you got in the shower that morning.
K = Kink - idk if this counts as a kink, but juicy loves seeing a belly bulge on you. i know this dude is fucking hung. (emo boy by ayesha erotica? HE MIGHT NOT LOOK LIKE HE GETS BITCHES BUT HONEY THAT DICK WAS ELEVEN INCHES.) & also breathplay. y’all are definitely testing the waters with choking, seeing who can get the dizziest, who can get fucked stupid first.
L = Location - his bed. like i said this is a sacred act, and his bed in your bedroom is the altar.
M = Motivation - bye this man got the most sensitive nose, like he can SMELL every emotion and pheromone leaking out of your pores, his cock is pressed up onto the zipper of his jeans because he’s been watching you for 10 minutes while he’s on the phone with chibs and he’s clocked you clenching your thighs every time you stare just a beat too long.
N = No - i don’t have anything specific for this one, i’m sure there is shit juice wouldn’t do but i’m comin up empty, anyone have any ideas?
O = Oral - this fuck once insisted you “made a man out of him” when you gave him head for the first time. also is a fucking munch. yall love 69ing.
P = Pace - slow paced, it’s agonizing, he’s fucking you so deep and hard, dragging his cock in and out of your hole at the pace of fucking molasses. when he start getting close he speeds up a little bit but continues to push as deep as he can, slamming his hips to yours.
Q = Quickie - you’ve given a few bjs or gotten fucked quickly at tm before, you guys are young and in love, who cares.
R = Risk - will try almost anything once.
S = Stamina - one round at a time but you guys will have sex for two hours like three separate times through the night.
T = Toys - idk i feel like juicy lowkey is able to last that long because he has a cock cage? makes him all the more sensitive and trained himself to last longer so he can be inside of you for ages.
U = Unfair - in this scenario we are the unfair ones. its so easy to tease juicy, it’s like waving a piece of meat in front of a dog. and he’s exactly where he wants to be.
V = Volume - loud. as fuck.
W = Wild card - big time hair puller.
X = X-ray - not a crazy girth, but also not a pencil dick wither. he’s fucking huge.
Y = Yearning - no matter how many times he has sex with you he remains the same goofy, ultra horny guy you met all those years ago.
Z = Zzz - out like a light, your pussy puts him right to sleep. dw queens.
please ignore this ask if you don’t like it when people add to your works/ideas. i completely understand!
shelbee has thotz (yes, thotz with a Z.)
uncle!tiggy, with his lady, and the first time she encounters his souped up, rumbly ass bike and almost has a come apart (southern for break down)
she’s sat infront of him, as he’s leaned back on the seat of the bike so she has room, and he’s got her by the hips, rolling her hips, practically guiding her to hump the bike…..
anyway, that’s all my brain could think up before i got the giggles bc that’s HAWT. So please tell me how you think that would go…..
XOXO,Shelbee M’Lynn💋🥃
content warning: 18+, MDNI. dead dove. fauxcest. dubcon. piss kink. squirting. kind of humiliation? age gap. dry humping (is it really dry if there's piss involved?) warnings you read are exactly what you get. i am not your mommy. you are responsible for your media consumption.
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so it's most CERTAINLY a few months after her dad passes away. he's checking in on her more and more. she's calling once a day to ask him what he's doing and if he wants to come by for dinner. he just can't say no, this sweet baby just loves his attention sooooo much. and he's just helping her out. it's harmless.
she hears the roar of the bike outside and shuts the sink off abruptly, dishes scattered between the sink and dishwasher.
he's so fucking pretty perched on that bike. she can't believe she's pining after an old man so badly but christ, when he's sitting on a dyna that looks like that how can she help it!?
after dinner, a cocktail or two and a few puffs of a joint he stole from juice she's rambling to him. "you look soooooo good on that bike, uncle tiggy. and it sounds so nice.." she grins and leans into him as they stare at the bike from the garage.
the sun has gone down, it's nice and dark. "wanna test it out, see how it fits, sugar?" he's in her ear, his teeth nipping her lobe.
an eager nod as she rushes over and climbs on. tig settles himself behind her, his hands running to her bare thighs, thumbs stroking back and forth soothingly.
"fits good, hm?" he asks, letting his hands walk themselves to her hips, fingertips digging into the fat of them slightly.
without saying a word, she starts wiggling and sliding her hips back towards him.
he's trying his best to be good. can't be fucking an old war buddies daughter silly when he's watching from the grave.
"c'mon baby, know we can't be doin all this. gimme a break." he's pleading with her.
ignoring him, she continues and just lets a lazy little moan out, her head laying back on his shoulder.
"cannot be doin' this. not here." he warns again, hushed.
before either of them know it tig has got his hands at her sides, sliding her back and forth up the seat of the bike towards the gas tank and back to him as hard and as quickly as he can.
poor thing is just soaking that leather seat with her slick, ready to burst from the embarrassment alone.
"m'sorry, tiggy, please." she's begging, a lump forming in her throat.
"uh, uh. you wanted to play dirty, let's get dirty." he's moving her back and forth quicker, one of his hands sliding up to press on the bottom of her belly.
her moan this time is a little louder. the seam of her shorts hitting her swollen clit just right and this time tears do fall, "can't take it, uncle tiggy."
he chuckles, ignoring her and rolling her hips a few more times, soon following; a loud splashing as his pant legs become dampened.
sweet girl is riding out the euphoric feeling as the liquid gushing between her legs and the seat runs clear.
tig wastes no time getting her up off the bike, standing up with her, her legs shaking.
"seen newborn deer stand up better than this, babydoll. let's get you cleaned up, hm?" a crooked grin growing in his face as his nose crinkles at her mockingly. he isn't talking about a shower either.
Juice happy and Tig how would they react if a really busty croweater became all shy when they were with them???
truthfully, i don't think i can write reader as a random croweater, because i always see the girls as very connected to the club in some way, but i will give my thoughts.
hap—
you flirt with happy all the time at the bar, no pressure, it was all just talk. until it wasn't. you'd been going shot for shot with him, too pie-eyed to notice that happy'd been eye fucking you all evening. layered tank tops tight across your torso & heaving tits, jeans clinging to your every curve just right. he was salivating, and you didn't have a thought behind those eyes. last rounds have been served, you're grabbing your jacket, hoping for a ride home when he steps right between you and the coat rack, "bum a smoke, 'fore you leave?"
you're certain he can see your heart beating in your throat. you nod as your glassy eyes give him a once over. outside he's lighting your cigarette for you, hand wrapped around the end of it to keep the wind from extinguishing the small flame. "gimme your keys." he states, lighting his own. you fish in your pockets and hand them over, avoiding eye contact as best you can. you've never been nervous around happy & didn't know why you were starting to be. "lost in the fuckin' sauce, girl, i'll take ya home." he nudges you with his arm.
a grin growing on your face, he smirks right back, "c'mon, s'just me, all nervous now for nothin'." his arm snaking his way around your shoulder hand hanging over it.
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tiggy—
you weren't shy about your looks, usually. but tig had just gotten home from being on the inside and he had no qualms with reminding everyone how pretty you were and how you looked in that top.
granted it was a tight, cropped tank top, tattoos dancing out from under it, your cleavage on full display for every man in the clubhouse.
you're bent over to open a fresh beer bottle when he starts sweet talking about you. telling rat he doesn't know what it's like to be away from such sweet pussy, from his sweet girl.
"uncle tiggy, hand me your glass." you smile softly, a flush running from your neck to your temples as you slide rat his beer.
tig's eyes are glued to your chest, "uh huh, here babydoll." he reaches for you.
"eyes are up here alex." you snap your fingers and grab his glass, covering your chest.
"isn't that your niece, dude?" rat raises a brow.
"wouldn't you love to know?" tig reaches for a cigar as you step through the clubhouse to gemma's office, that crimson color permeating in your cheeks, jacket quickly being zipped up.
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juicy—
yea you arent the shy one here, he is. your tits are spilling out of your top, you're all dolled up for a clubhouse party, hanging off of juice all night long. tipsy, telling chibs in great detail how good in bed juicy is. and his ears are red hot. he's shushing you subtly & gently elbowing your side, "okay baby, that's enough, gettin' loud." he shushes and chibs is howling.
How would uncle!tiggy react to his precious baby wearing a tight top that shows allot of her cleavage
Also what kind of style do you think his baby would have?
hey nonnie i think tig & every other son would whistle at her and tell her what a fucking hottie she is. they all know. and the young bucks can't STAND that she's always crawling back to the old man.
under cut is a super surprise for u regarding the style i think she has. i did happy's girl, juicy's baby & uncle tiggy's little lady. very 2014 polyvore type but i will divulge & explain everything! thanks for the submission :))) love yapping about uncle tiggy.
while all the women are very y2k coded, as is EVERYONE in that show, let me explain the fits a little more.
tiggy's little lady: that classic black, blonde & red color block highlights. signature scent as previously mentioned in other works is honied cherries. always has affliction clothes on, listens to 70's music & classic rock religiously. short/medium length frenchies on her finger tips. smokes menthols, probably camel crush.
juicy's baby: also y2k but pink. definitely getting cosmetologist vibes (as if i'm not the one making all of this up), always dying happy's gf's hair. she buzzes juice's mohawk for him & sometimes she dyes it pretty vivids to practice. signature scent is very fruity and citrusy. misses the mango juul pods terribly. i am also OBSESSED w the hc that she would relentlessly wear juicy couture branded clothing simply for the j or juicy emblems. she is so proud to be with juice, loves that he's everywhere in her life. medium length to long nude acrylic nails. square shape. listens to lots of club music & has a super soft spot for tenacious d, rihanna is their fave.
happy's girl: also super y2k gets pretty vivids from juicy's girl. is happy's canvas for new tattoos & wears wayyyy too much ed hardy. she dresses JUST like a female happy. very grunge look. smells more floral. always has her nails short and natural with a gel manicure. divorced dad music & some modern pop. britney is their fave.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) —— bubble bath afterwards, this man has a fucking jacuzzi inside, i mean the bathroom is decked out. this man is the ultimate hookup, great little place to get railed. however, you are falling asleep in the living room together watching either smokey & the bandit or the dukes of hazzard, those are his favs. he's petting your hair to sleep, a joint between his lips, real softie afterwards.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) —— tiggy loves your mouth. for a myriad of reasons, whether you're mouthing off to bobby, calling him a motherfucker, or telling juice he's a jerk off, or you've got spit bubbles gathering at the sides of your mouth, his cock choking you, your head bouncing against the edge of the mattress. this man is obsessed w his nose. and let me tell you why: because he's a fucking munch, loves to have his tongue buried inside of your crying hole while his nose is rubbing back and forth against your swollen clit until your juices end up all over his face.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) —— breeding kink goes fucking crazy. after he divorced colleen he knew he'd never be married again, so he opted for a vasectomy. however, he definitely doesn't go to his annual checks to make sure there is no swimmers left. if there are any left? he doesn't even really care, he's still coating your gummy walls with his spunk & he'll feed you your plan b after a nice hot shower.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) —— i think tiggy & kozik have fucked before & i just can't prove it.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) —— yea this man is in his early 50's. he's plenty experienced, baby. way more than any of us could ever be.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) —— again this man is in his early 50's, he is TIIIIIREDDDD. he loves a good lap dance, face to face, you can bounce on him lazily, or he can drill up into you fast and hard, but your chest and neck right at his mouth for him to mark up. however, if he's reallllly in the mood, he is pounding you doggy style. pulls you flush against his chest by your throat, squeezing enough to make your vision blur.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) —— "i'm a very big man, gemma.. and a little lube sometimes? it's just the humane thing to do." he's goofy about sex but not during. this man is fuckin' nasty & very much serious about everything he says he's going to do to you. definitely uses a solid mix of praise and degradation.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) —— trimmed up but a decent amount of bush. looks like he's fresh out of the fucking 70's.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) —— romantic sex happens before he goes on a job with the club. this is when you swear you know he loves you write back. it's heavy, it's slow & it is passionate. long, spit filled kisses, his tongue practically taking dental xrays for you. his hands roaming over your body, squeezing your hips, rolling your nipples, nails digging softly into all your supple flesh.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) —— mutual masturbation lover one HUNDO. when he's away from you he definitely keeps some sort of your clothing items with him to wrap around the girth, his pre soon covering his entire length.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) —— i feel like i can't produce any new kinks for the necrophile, but in my head he has a nasty piss kink (probably because i watched him drown a man in a tub of it once. anyways whatever, next.)
L = Location (favorite places to do the do) —— getting mad water bed vibes from tig, additionally outdoor sex is a biggy for him.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) —— man is bricked just looking at you. loves your tits, loves listening to you argue with anyone, can't wait to shut your mouth for you. (you're about to gag on his cock)
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) —— can't think of something this dude wouldn't do once. this is tig trager.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) —— as previously stated, a fucking munch.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) —— see letter i :)
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) —— no go, this man wants to take his time. doesn't matter if you're making love or he's fucking you like he hates you.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) —— this man would do everything twice.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) —— one round but it's HOURS long. you are getting fucked brainless.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) —— has a nice collection. nice wand vibrator, clamps of many kinds, cock rings, sex furniture.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) —— tig once had you so worked up you start crying & he is gritting in your ear to 'shut the fuck up' while he fucks you silly. he is ruthless.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) —— decently loud, lots of grunting & groaning. swears a lot.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) —— loves having threesomes with happy. & love to WATCH. suchhhhhh a fucking voyeur.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) —— 7.5" hard, he's thick. solid bush.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) —— he's more horny now than he was when he was 20 lmfao.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) —— only after you're asleep. he gets like 30 minutes into whatever show or movie is on, you're curled in his lap in the beaten recliner and he is out.
content warning: 18+ MDNI. explicit sexual content. FOURSOME. m/ff/m dynamic kinda, just making out, illicit drug use, unprotected sex, dub con since they're under the influence. what you see in these warnings is EXACTLY what you get. if any of these warnings may trigger you, i am advising you not to proceed.
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happy lowman and juice ortiz who's gfs are best friends. connected at the hip, inseparable.
so inseparable that every single weekend the two of you drag your men with you to the club. always drinking in a vip section first. juice and hap on the ends of the two of you listening to the music which your giggles are currently drowning out. whispering in your best friend's ear, you each turn around peering up at the men through glassy eyes as big as saucers. they already know what you're asking for, too.
the pretty pink party pills that have smiley faces pressed into them.
happy fishes in his pocket, pulling two itty bitty ziploc bags out that each had one of the pills in them, he hands one bag to juice. as the men fish the drugs out of the bag, they reach their fingers into the back of the girls mouths, helping them swallow them down—giving them sips of their mixed drinks to help chase the bitterness.
a few more drinks and dancing together as the drugs began to flood their brains with serotonin, they find themselves pressed against one another, breath is hot, happy and juice standing behind them, holding onto them but letting them feel the music as deeply as they think they need to.
the men were practically nonexistent to the two of them at this point. the giggles continuing, senses heightened. before juice and happy can catch it, their lips are on one another, moving in sync—and somehow with the music, too.
juice's eyes go wide as he realizes whats happening. his gaze snapping up to happy—the older man shaking his head with a shit eating grin, rubbing his girl's back. "save some energy for the house, girl, damn."
the girls aren't listening. they're in their own world, tongues touching the backs of their teeth, lines of drool lingering between their bruised lips as they tilt their heads, continuing to move together feeling connected as one.
juice's ears are bright red, the heat starting to make its way to his neck, "alright, c'mon, c'mon, baby, these people here aren't gettin a free show." he chuckles and he and happy each grab both girls, tossing them over a shoulder.
passing their corner booth, happy fishes in his pocket and tosses a few hundred dollar bills down on the table as they weave through the sea of people to the exit, walking the girls to the car.
juice on the passenger side, buckling his pretty girl in, his hand coming up to rub her jaw, "goin' home baby."
happy on the driver's side doing the same, except his forehead is pressed to his pretty baby's forehead, "we'll get you girls all taken care of, huh? sit still back here."
the entire ride back to happy's house is spent with more music blaring, the girls continuing to giggle as they scream along to the lyrics.
"juicy, i need one kiss, please, just one." a girl whines—the other following, "wait hap, i need one too!"
once they're parked in the driveway the men are dragging them out of the cars, escorting them inside.
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the girls are sprawled out, their hands clasped together, fingers intertwined. juice on top of one, kissing down her neck. happy snaking his way up the other, licking a stripe up her abdomen & chest.
giggling & moaning, they wiggle under the men waiting for what they'd been craving. after all, they'd been waiting so patiently for the men to catch up with them, it was only fair that juice & happy gave them what they wanted.
from the time they were sweating, pressed up against their pretty babies at the club, to hearing the giggle in the backseat on the way home and the way the girls were behaving so well, happy and juice's cocks had both been pressed up against the back of their zippers for what seemed like an eternity.
juice eager to please his little lady begins snaking his way to her waist to pull her panties off with his teeth, sweet & slow.
happy on the other hand is tired of waiting and quickly drags the other's panties down her legs, his fingers sliding up her core, relishing in the slick that'd been pooling for him.
her eyes are heavy as they flutter closed with bliss. while her eyes are shut, happy quickly lines himself up with her entrance, slowly pushing his length into her weeping hole.
an immediate gasp and moan and the other girl is squeezing her hand, staring at juice with her big dumb doe eyes, whining, "juicy, not fair! need y'so bad!" she wiggling and reaching for him with her free hand.
juice grins softly, inching his way up her body, his chest sliding against heaving, perky tits as he does. his lips are pressed to the girl's so softly & sweet, the complete opposite of him shoving his cock inside of her, letting out a throaty groan.
the girls are far too worried about other things to even care if they finish, they already feel so good. their moans and wet plaps of skin filling the air.
the men are chasing their highs, the girls lay with their foreheads pressed together, choked whines being whispered to one another.
each of their holes squeezing the men's cocks beyond belief, happy and juice spilled themselves inside of the girls, leaking out as they dragged their half hard lengths out.
the girls are almost instantly asleep, curling themselves into one another. the guys are pulling their jeans back on as they turn and chuckle softly at the two spent women snuggled together. "smoke?" happy nudges juice with his elbow.
juice nods and the men head to the front porch to smoke before bed as their pretty babies lay sprawled out together resting.
Welcome to my Masterlist of Writers I adore! This is in no particular order, will be updated as i find more of course, some of these lovelies may no longer be writing but that doesn't make their stories any less magical in my books and are not just Sons of Anarchy and Mayans fandom only :)
— summary: genecia morrow was a woman who always knew who she was. she was headstrong, confident, and secure enough in her small family to care very little for the club—all of the things juice ortiz struggled to be. she had stolen his heart after two years of hooking up whenever she was in town, only for her to decide it would never work due to the distance and being uninterested in dating. maybe moving back home would be enough go change her mind.
— series warnings: daddy issues, unestablished relationship, smut, angst, fluff, canon violence, season 2 canon racism, gemma being gemma
— word count: 523
— taglist: @ravennaortiz @scrmqwn
He refused to meet her gaze no matter how hard she tried to make eye contact with the man. Again returned his typical sad demeanor. In that moment it became painfully evident how different they were. Juice always made an attempt to talk things out when it was requested, and yet it felt like she would be forever unable to provide the same level of depth. Sometimes it felt like she wanted so much and was only ever willing to give so little. To keep hooking up would mean to forever be trapped in limbo.
At the same time, turning her away felt like self-betrayal. In his heart he so desperately longed for more time with her. To him it wasn’t about the sex. They could go a year without ever touching below the belt and he would be incredibly happy just to be in her presence. In fact, some of his favorite moments they shared had nothing to do with sexual intimacy. He could still pinpoint the very moment he realized he was falling for her. It was before they had ever become involved; however, he knew he was sure upon seeing her drunkenly try to teach Donna Winston how to dance to an old bachata song.
Genecia had never brought her family to a Sons cookout before, but after endless persistence from her stepbrother everyone finally got to meet little Emilio and his grandmother, Carmen. When the older woman presented a CD and demanded for a freshly-patched Juice Ortiz to play it, he wasn’t allowed to decline. It was a very family friendly event, but liquor was flowing in true SAMCRO fashion and the 22 year old was clearly drunk out of her mind. She wasn’t the most talented dancer herself, but she knew more than most and Donna had absolutely no rhythm. It was a little funny watching the pair giggle and stumble around the grass as Donna stomped all over Genecia’s bare feet. After a few minutes it became less funny and more endearing as he slowly began to realize a few things.
He was fairly certain that the two women were not close friends, but it was clear Genecia felt a sense of solidarity with the older woman on account of their situations being similar. Opie Winston had already been in prison for nearly two years at this point and Emilio’s father had never come around, which essentially made them both single mothers for the time being. He was frequently tasked with helping Donna with whatever odds and ends needed tended to and he couldn’t recall ever seeing a smile on her face before that day. So many club members had cheekily requested that same dance lesson, and yet Genecia only had any interest in dancing with the other woman. No matter how many times she heard the word no, she loudly insisted that it would be fun and that they both needed a break. It was that evening Juice realized just how big her heart was, how much she cared. To this day he still didn’t understand why she would ever lock that part of herself away.
Summary: After radio silence for eight years, Jax runs into you on a random street in Charming. Even though you are both busy, he manages to ask you out for drinks and a chance to catch up - an offer you are all too happy to agree to. | Series Masterlist
Word Count: 1.6k | I do not give consent to having my work republished or posted to any other platform or profile other than my own.
Warnings: fluff, swearing, mentions of illness, mentions of hospitals, mentions of drinking.
Longing.
That was the first feeling that took over Jax when he saw you again for the first time in eight years. The feelings that came over him after were too many to decipher, but the main one was relief, because at least he knew that you were alive and well after radio silence for what felt like forever.
Eight years, and as soon as he saw you, it was like no time had passed. Like nothing had changed at all.
Except maybe for the fact that you were even more stunning now than you were back when you were twenty two, and Jax thought you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen back then. But now? Fuck, you might just be the most gorgeous girl in the entire world.
But what the hell were you doing back in Charming?
Jax had just finished meeting up with Nero and was getting back on his bike when he saw you, and he instantly froze. There you were, as pretty and as oblivious as ever as you walked down the sidewalk next to him like you knew exactly what kind of reaction you were getting out of Jax, even though you hadn’t seen him yet.
Was that even you? Was he imagining things?
He was given an answer to both of those questions, yes and no, when your gaze flickered over to the left, seemingly able to feel his eyes on you, and your own met his almost instantly. You stopped walking, your brows furrowing for just a split second before your mind seemed to register that, yes, that is your ex with his leg mid-swing over his bike, just as frozen as you are.
Then a pretty smile formed on your lips as you took a few steps towards him, your eyes never leaving his even as your fingers curled against your palms at your sides. “Jax,” you said his name with a hint of uncertainty, and it was the first time he’d heard you say it in so long. The first time he’d heard your voice in so long. “Hey.”
Jax stood up straight, swinging his leg back over his bike as he turned to face you fully. “Hey,” he said back, fighting the instinct he had to move towards you. He leaned against his bike instead, letting his eyes trail up and down your body and really take you in.
You were here. You were really here, in Charming.
“I gotta say… I never expected to see you back here,” he said, crossing his arms as his eyes met yours again.
You pressed your lips together, lifting your shoulders in a slight shrug as you looked around the street that seemed to be void of any other human life. “I never really thought I’d be back here either,” you admitted, “But my dad’s sick, so I came back to be there for him.”
Jax nodded, because he knew your dad wasn’t doing well. He’d been keeping an eye on the family you’d left behind while you pursued an apparent ‘life changing opportunity’ in New York - something he wasn’t sure he had ever truly believed, and he’d found out that your dad’s health had declined in the last few months.
He wasn’t surprised that was the one thing that brought you back to Charming, but he is surprised that this is the first time he’s seen you here since you left. You never came to visit, never called, never checked in. It was like you’d become a ghost, and Jax never moved past that.
“Yeah, I heard about that,” he said, looking at the ground before squinting back up at you, the setting sun burning his eyes but he’d be damned if he put on his sunglasses now and have his view of you even slightly tinted. “I’m sorry.”
You shrugged again, giving him a tight lipped smile. “It is what it is,” you said, then bounced once on your feet as you gestured to him. “How are you? How have you been?”
Jax let out a soft, short laugh as he shook his head. “I’m alright, darlin’,” he answered, and he watched you press your lips together at his words. He let a few seconds pass before he returned your question, a little too eager to hear the answer, despite his cool attitude about running into the love of his life after nearly a decade apart. “How have you been?”
You played with your fingers as you answered, “I’ve been okay,” then adjusted the strap of your bag on your shoulder, and it was then when Jax noticed the small duffle bag you were carrying.
Figures. He sees you again and forgets to always be aware of his surroundings. It was safe to say you still had quite a big effect on him.
He nodded towards the bag, “You goin’ somewhere?”
You looked down before nodding, your fingers curling around the strap. “Oh, yeah. I was just heading to the hospital. My dad had a list of things for me to get for him from the house since they finally got him into a room,” you said, “I think I got most of it, except for the bottle of bourbon he requested. That’s still safe in the liquor cabinet.”
Jax’s lips turned upwards at that - his mind going back to all the times you and he stole various bottles of alcohol from your dad’s liquor cabinet, so much so that he went as far as to put a lock on it just to keep you out.
Fortunately, that was when Jax became more involved in the club, so you and he raided the bar at the clubhouse instead of your dad’s precious collection of bottles. Still, that was a memory Jax was fond of, because doing something he wasn’t supposed to be doing never felt better than when he was doing it with you.
“I think he’ll live,” he shrugged, then realized immediately how poor his choice of words were. His eyes widened a bit, and when you squinted over at him and pursed your lips to stop a laugh from leaving them, Jax stood up straight. “Shit, I meant… I think he’ll be fine without it.”
Jesus, how heartless did that make him sound? The old you was a sucker for dark humor, but would you feel that way towards dark humor about your own dad? He wasn’t sure, and he was all for you going off on him right now, because he just spoke before thinking about it, and that was something he was working on doing less.
But you didn’t yell at him, and you didn’t retreat back to what he said before his weak attempt at fixing it. “Yeah, I think so too,”
That had him relaxing a bit, because of course you would just brush it off and not try to make him feel like shit for his bad choice of words. You’d never been like that before, especially with him, so it didn’t surprise him at all that you weren’t like that now.
And you always were quite fond of his bad mouth and his inability to bite his tongue in almost every situation he found himself in.
Jax stuffed his hands in his pockets as he looked down at the ground. “So are you plannin’ on stayin’ at the hospital for the rest of the day?” he asked, kicking at a rock that skidded its way over to you. “Or do you think maybe I can steal you away for a few hours tonight?”
You looked down at the rock with a soft laugh before nodding, “I wouldn’t say no to catching up for a bit,” you said, “What are you thinking?”
“Drinks?” he offered, “Not from the clubhouse, though. I’m thinkin’ somewhere a little nicer than that.”
You nodded in agreement, then tilted your head in thought. “Is that bar we went to for my twenty-first still open?”
Jax thought back to your twenty-first birthday, when you and he went out to use your ID for the first time, your real ID, not the fake ones he’d had made for you and himself, and ended up getting completely wasted. But it was a fun night, and that bar was a lot nicer than anything he was thinking of, and it was also a place he’d never gone back to since you left, because the memories he had there were all of you.
“Yeah, it is,” he answered, “I got someone I gotta talk to, but how ‘bout we meet there for nine? Gives me a chance to make myself pretty.”
Another laugh left your lips, and Jax knew he wanted to coax that sound out of you all night. “Doubt that takes much time,” you said back, then nodded, “Nine is perfect. I’ll see you there.”
“See you later, darlin’,” Jax said back, watching the way you fought off another smile before ducking your head and quickly making your way down the street. Jax did have to go talk to Chibs about the possibility of SAMCRO dropping the gun business and moving into an escort one, but he still waited until he could no longer see you before getting on his bike and grabbing his helmet.
And it was then when he realized that he didn’t get your phone number, and he doubted it was the same as your old one. He cursed to himself, but didn’t worry about it too much, because even though a lot of time had passed, he knew you, and he knew you wouldn’t stand him up. And if something were to come up, he was easy to reach, and you were now aware that the clubhouse was still around, so you could find him there if you needed to.
So with that, Jax put his helmet on and let the engine of his bike roar to life, and then he was off to the clubhouse, where he would not so subtly rush through explaining why porn was a much better business to be in than guns to the rest of the guys.
linked above is all the songs that play through some old beat up jbl speaker that definitely has paint and ink all over it. you're sitting on some makeshift tattoo bed, a roll of paper towels shoved under your knee to give him better leverage as he pulls the skin taught, letting the round liner ride down the purple line of the stencil.
happy loves tattooing you, it's a time of bonding, smoking & another opportunity for him to listen to you speak. "saw this girl on instagram use a crazy formula for a gray wash, maybe we can try it for this one?" you ask, simply wanting to be able to bond with him over this topic that he is so much more knowledgable in. happy only uses coil machines, refuses to use the new wireless pens with cartridge needles. oldhead. you have only black & grey work from him & encourage him to try new techniques and stylings on you. next up is a portrait of your late dog that passed recently. he's been tinkering with the design but insists it must be perfect for your baby.
you actually have a matching tattoo with juice, when he was prospecting, he came over and after a few puffs of a community joint being passed between everyone, you and juice were sitting next to each other on the kitchen counter, a 1x1 cannabis leaf tattooed right above the knee.
happy is a man of few words and is a total MENACE to his baby. but he is always her biggest supporter, just wants to keep her safe. would give his entire life for her.
just had to block a minor, this will serve as a reminder this ONE time. it is blasted over ALL of my work & my bio & my pinned post. my works—regardless of any present explicit or sexual content—remain EIGHTEEN AND UP. i write extremely dark, taboo (and most of the time) very sexually explicit content. anyways, please respect the boundaries i have out into place. if you are a minor interacting with my works or trying to follow me you will continue to get blocked.
