sons of anarchy

Let bad things happen to good people. Let your characters try and fail. And try again. And fail again. Let them be betrayed in the worst possible way. Let them betray others because they have no choice. Force them into situations that make them uncomfortable. Force them to argue or fight or bargain their way out. Drive them to the brink of insanity. Push them over the edge. Take everything away from them. Let them realize what they’ve lost.

Be kind to your characters.

Let faith and perseverance win out. Let love be enough. Let the Sun dry up the rain. Give them friends who will never leave. Let someone save them before the axe falls. Acquit them of false accusations. Give them the strength to stand up again. And again. When they’ve lost hope, give them something to believe in. Remind them there’s good in the world. Remind them there’s good in them, too. Surprise them. Make them laugh until they cry. Teach them that they can’t be broken.

Most importantly: balance.

Love Bites

Warning:: Smut, daddy kink, bdsm

Some Chibs smut cause they sure are important.

I took a swig out of my beer bottle as I finished steering the pasta sauce I had on the stove, leaving to finish cooking. Just as I was pouring the spaghetti into another pan I heard the growling of a motorcycle outside. 

 Filip was finally home.

 I got out of the kitchen and headed for the front door, opening it just as he climbed the stairs.

 "Hey baby.“ I said, opening a big smile for him. He smiled back as he stood before me and grabbed me by the waist, bringing me close and giving me a little peck on the lips. He smelled strongly of cigarettes, even had a little ash on the V.P flash on his kutte. 

“Hi, luv. Missed ye.”

I wrote this when I should have been doing my college classes. Hope it doesn’t suck. I’m a super fluffy writer with a tiny bit of steam, so if that’s not your deal…

Summary: Chibs and the reader once worked at TM together. The reader was oblivious to Chibs’ feelings for her.

Warnings: language, smidge of angst, fluffiness

Word count: 1500(ish)

Tagging: @charlottecl   @sam-samcro

dont deny it DONT DENY IT 

“It never works for us, and it never will.”

“I’m done. I’m done trying so hard only for you to never even look in my direction.”

“I can’t fall in love with you.  I don’t want all the pain that comes with it.”

“My roommate had to go into my room and throw the sheets away because I haven’t been able to sleep in that bed since you left.”

“I keep asking myself “why isn’t the sun bright anymore” but then I remember you’re not in my life anymore and realize it’s just my own eyes.”

“I regret it all.  I really do, I swear.  Please, please– let’s fix this, please.”

“Remember when you promised we’d always be together?  Because I remember when I thought you meant it.”

“I can’t move on from something that wasn’t supposed to end!”

“The phone calls aren’t the same… I can hear in your voice that it’s not the same anymore.”

“I’m trying to avoid talking because I know what it’ll lead to, and I don’t want that to come.”

“Don’t you think you can fall back in love with me?”

“This whole time I’ve been using you to make me feel better, and you never caught on.  You never caught on.  I want you to hate me now, but I don’t think you’re even able to.”

“Kissing me breaks the promise… remember?”

“Every time we fix things something else ends up breaking.”

“Why don’t we stop pretending we’re not on a road to destruction?”

“It wasn’t even fun at first, honestly.  It was just like… Morphine.”

“You’re just not enough anymore.”

“It’s been too long since you’ve really smiled.”

“Ah, it was all my fault.  Wasn’t it?”

“To think, we thought just the sex would be enough to keep us in love.”

“Back then, I lied when I told you I didn’t love you.  You needed to move on from me– I needed to protect you from me.”

“You never had that shine in your eyes when you were with me.”

“Quit trying to fix me when you need to just fix yourself.”

“I’m so tired of everything about us, and about how we thought we were in love, and how we think forcing it can make us be in love– I’m so tired of it.”

“This whole time you’ve still been in love with him/her… Not me.”

“I couldn’t make you fall in love with me.  I thought I could do it, I really did, but… But I know you… And this isn’t love.”

“Did you really think I needed that kiss back then when all that you conveyed in it was pity?”

“To think I’ve changed so much to get you to like me, and you still never really look my way.”

“I know I deserve better than you.  I realize that, but you were so broken… I didn’t want to be the one that made you shatter.”

“All of this was to protect myself.”

“I feel like I’ve been looking for who you used to be… Back when you were actually happy.”

“I never want to even hear your name during my life anymore.”

“Your lips used to be sanctuary, but now I just feel trapped.”

“Isn’t it time we both stopped pretending we make each other happy?”

“The thing I regret the most is giving you so much hope by agreeing to this date.”

“We have the kind of history anyone would never want to think about again, and you’re hear asking me on a date?”

“What makes you think I’ll be any different this time?”

“I’ll let you down.  I will always let you down.  I’m not enough for you to be satisfied.”

“Are you satisfied with the mess you’ve created out of me?”

“I should have listened to everyone who told me this was a bad idea.”

“I’ve never met someone who can so gently destroy me the way you do.”

“I can’t forget about him/her!  It’s not in my power to forget how he/she felt when they loved me.”

“The saddest thing is that when I told him/her I loved him/her, he/she thought I was lying.  He/she never believed someone could fall in love with him/her.”

“Listen…  You’re his/her best friend… and I completely fucked up– it’s over between us, but… please, punch me, or punish me, or do something to me because he/she just… cried.  He/she wasn’t even angry, they were just so sad– Please, be angry at me, please.  Give me what I deserve.”

“It would have been better if we never met.”

“You’re my regret.”

“I’m not angry at you, just at myself… Because I knew this would happen, but I let myself fall in love with you anyways.”

“Don’t tell me to give up like everything is meaningless.”

“This is why I don’t let myself fall in love.”

Reader request: You write the best John Winchester smut! Could you please write one about older scruffier John with a young-ish reader who has always had a thing for him? It would be great if the reader was similar to Jo (has grown up around hunters, works at a bar or a run down motel or something), and has to patch John up after he returns from a rough hunt and one thing leads to another… ;)

Reader gender: Female x John Winchester

Word Count: 2531

Warnings: Older guy/younger reader (nothing illegal!), descriptions of wounds and bad language. And smut. Obviously :)

#re-edited 8th July 2017

Summary: Reader accidentally flirts with Dean, and John is a jealous man.

Word Count: 2500

Warning: SMUT, jealousy, angry sex

A/N: Another character I’ve never written before! Let me know what you think! @spnashley @kittenofdoomage @abaddonwithyall @emmy-winchester (I don’t know all the John!girls, so tag them for me, please!)

Summary: John rescues the reader from a vampire attack, then tries to teach her how to protect herself. It doesn’t go well.

Word Count: 2100ish 

Warnings: smut, a little angst, reader has a panic attack/ PTSD flashback to her attack

A/N: I was just in the mood to write John. So here you go. Enjoy! Feedback always appreciated! XOXO

“You’re gonna have to go back out into the world sometime, you know.” John’s voice was stern, but not unkind. Which was kind of the impression you’d formed of John himself.

“I know.” You worked at not sounding petulant, but it had only been twenty-four hours for fuck’s sake. You’d think he’d give you a minute to adjust.

Written for a request by @winchesterswoonathon​. John Winchester wants you to follow his orders.

Warning: smut, spanking kink, dom!John if you squint

Word Count: 1650ish

A/N: It’s been a long time since I’ve written John. Enjoy! XOXO

The bed isn’t the most comfortable in the world. Of course, you’re used to that. Motels aren’t known for their mattress quality. They always make your back ache and your muscles sore.

Even so, you aren’t moving.

Not until you know you’re allowed to.

Anon:

I love these writings so much omL!! There’s such talent behind them! I was wondering if I could request some John Winchester smut? Possibly with bondage? Thank you in advance! Feel free to leave this request and finish your others, I understand you’re busy! Cheers xx

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Can I get request John Winchester imagine? Dirt talk? The reader & him get some alone time? Fluff🌺? Dirty talk?❤️

Tagging: @crzcorgi, @supernatural-cheerleader,  @a-goddessofmischief, @msperry717

Warnings: Smut, mixture of kinks (Bondage, dirty talk, spanking, rough sex, praise kink?) Oral, Toys, begging

You walked into the motel room to see John sitting by himself at the table. “By yourself?” you ask sitting in front of him.

“Yeah, Dean is of doing a hunt by himself.” He explained, you knew Sam was out of the conversation since he decided to go to college.

He sat back and watched you. You took a sip of the beer but never spoke. You got up searching for another book. “This is a hard case.” You scowl a little.

You pulled the book out and walked back to the table and began flipping through it.

Once you found the beast, you read aloud to John on its origins and also how to kill it. You wrote the information down and set it inside the book.

You slid the book over to John and he smiled “Thanks beautiful.”

He looked tired and feed up. “John?” he grunted in response. You got up and walked over to his duffle bag. “John?” you repeat.

He looked over to see you holding the salt laced rope usually used for demons. He listed one eyebrow. “Are you thinking of being naughty baby?” he chuckled and stood, taking three large strides to you.

 Your grandmother would be rolling in her grave if she could see you now. You could probably hear her screaming at you as you leant closer to John.

He kissed you softly before using the rope to tie your arms tightly behind your back. He gently led you to the table and bend you over it, knocking all the books onto the floor with one swing of his arm.

This is just pure porn, not much plot at all. Please enjoy this John Winchester smut.

Based off the song: Closer- Nine inch nails.

If you don’t know the song I suggest you listen to it before reading forward, I prefer the cover by Asking Alexandria (X)

Warnings: SMUT, Daddy kink, mild fingering, mild Dom/Sub, unprotected sex (Wear Condoms!), NSFW, light bondage, Praise Kink (kind of?), swearing, PWP 

John had been home for a few hours, he hoped someone would be in but he really only wanted to see you. Dean was probably researching for a hunt or getting some food. Sam was still at college but he had no idea where you were. He was tired and hungry but first he wanted a nice warm bath.

When he was in the bathroom with the door locked he found his hand moving to find the button of his jeans, hey even a hunter needs some alone time sometimes. He closed his eyes as his breath hitched but the closing on the front door and a soft voice calling made him remove his hand from his jeans.

“Hello?!” you call placing your keys in the designated bowl. “Dean I brought your pie.” You said placing a warm pecan pie on the counter. You had been with John for years now and the boys saw you as a second mom. You where there when they were little and you helped look after them while John had to go away. Sometimes you thought about leaving but you loved him too much to do that.