#SOA SMUT

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

please please please something w jealous / possessive jax

answering as a blurb because I think we all need this on a saturday night in november. smut warning obvs

“Do I not give you enough attention, pretty girl?”

All you can do is whine in response, eyes rolling back in your head as his hips slam into yours.

He had you bent over the kitchen counter the minute the two of you got home, wasting no time ripping your panties down your legs and folding you in half the way he wanted.

“Is that why you kept looking at Chibs? Hmm? You think he can give you something that I can’t?”

You try to shake your head, but a particularly sharp thrust sends you careening forwards. You’re convinced you’d fly over the countertop if it wasn’t for Jax’s bruising grip on your hips.

“You’re mine,” he grits out, mouthing at the spot underneath your ear. “Mine, you hear me?”

Your knees buckle as you grapple for leverage, your boyfriend’s hips the only thing keeping you upright. Your breath is coming out in short, sharp pants, lungs burning as you try to process the intensity of the moment.

“Say it.”

“J-Jax, baby- fuck- huh?”

“Tell me you’re mine. Say it. Now.”

Jax wraps a huge hand around your throat, plastering your back to his front as he hits a spot inside of you that makes you weak.

“I’m yours,” you manage to breathe out. “All yours, Jax.”

“Gonna make sure you don’t forget it. Make sure everyone else knows it too. You’re not gonna be able to walk for a week, darlin’. And you’re gonna wear these bruises all pretty, yeah? Just in case there was any fuckin’ doubt about who you belong to.”

You see stars when you come, legs shaking and sweat dripping down your back. Jax sinks his teeth into your shoulder when he finds his release, marking you up for good measure.

“How the fuck am I supposed to cover up a bite mark, Jax?”

“You’re not,” he murmurs, and you can hear the grin in his voice. “That’s the point.”

[lemonsuponlemons]

A violent man calling me a good girl would fix me

[etclouie]

kinktober day eighteen - late night sex

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: waiting for your boyfriend to finish up at the clubhouse, but you’re both too desperate to wait until you get home (Jax Teller x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: smut, car sex, unprotected sex(it’s me😇), creampie, reader is mentioned to be on the pill, vp jax, reader is described as wearing a skirt, readers car isn’t described apart from having back doors (if this makes sense??), uh pretty sure that’s it but lmk if i missed any

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 1.8k

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: season one jax my beloved

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you’d arrived at the clubhouse when the boys were in chapel, waiting for them to get out as you hadn’t seen Jax all day. the thump of music from the current party happening making your head spin a little as you sat down next to some of the other girls you knew. 

staying where you were sat as the chapel doors opened, watching him intently as he spoke to various people as he walked over to you. 

his hands going to the couch behind your head as he leaned down to kiss you, your hands soothing across his chest while he mumbled against your lips. 

“hi darlin’, you okay?”

nodding in response, eyes darting around the busy room before standing from the beat in leather couch. 

hands soothing across his chest and under his kutte, the leather outlining the broadness of his shoulders. a pleased hum leaving you at the sight of him, while a knowing smirk worked its way onto his face. 

reaching for one of his hands and leading him outside, mumbling out about just wanting to go home, but the words go in one ear and out the other. his attention locked on your hips as you walked, glancing over your shoulder at him at his lack of a reply and swatting at his chest. 

“mhm sorry sweetheart”

his voice held that lustrous tone, one you’d grown familiar with. leading him towards your car, his mind wandering even further before your soft hands are cradling his face. 

“can drop you off in the morning for your bike, would rather not flash everyone we pass”

the way his hands fall to your hips, and even under your skirt show he knows why you don’t want to go home on his bike. but the thoughts in his head started to take over, head nodding at any and all words falling from your lips while his hands kneaded at your ass under your skirt. 

“Jax, are you even listening?”

the words fall from your lips softly, despite the hint of frustration plastered across your face. he’s nodding again, but more sincere than before— actually listening this time. 

“you don’t wanna ride because you don’t wanna flash everyone, got it”

his hands continued exploring your body, palming and kneading at all the skin he could get his hands on. huffing out a breath of air as he leaned in to kiss you, soft at first before it became needy. his left hand leaving your body to fumble with the handle of the car door, getting it open and helping you inside. 

letting his eyes flicker across your body appreciatively before he was leaning in to kiss you again, murmuring out against your lips. 

“this okay darlin’? not pushing you, am i?”

shaking your head no in response, only to be met with a more serious look on Jax’s face. resting your hands on his shoulders and drawing shapes with your thumbs. 

“words, use your words”

“it’s okay, this is okay”

and the smirk on his face made you smile, a swell of pride filling his chest as he climbed further into the car, your body scooting back as far as you could go to give him more room. 

thighs spread as he settled as best he could between them, his big hands flipping up your skirt as his smirk deepened at the sight of your panties. 

the delicate lace clinging to your curves, his head dropping to kiss across your throat and up your neck to whisper huskily in your ear. 

“these for me?”

nodding as his thumbs hooked into the waistband and slowly pulling them off, a groan falling from his lips at the sight of your pussy drooling between your thighs. 

hands moving down to tug at his belt, trying to get it open and sighing as it wouldn’t budge. 

“eager huh?”

he chuckled out, sitting up on his knees as much as he could and working open his belt. watching him through your lashes as he shoved his jeans and boxers down enough to free his cock, the head of him already leaking precum. 

pulling him down into another kiss and feeling him smirk against your lips, his cock laying heavy against your thigh.

“need you Jax”

another chuckle left him before he was kissing you again, all teeth and tongue as he rutted against your thigh.

whining at the feeling of him pulling back, watching him through hooded eyes as he reached forward into the front seat looking for your bag. 

simply watching him as you knew what he was looking for, hearing him curse as he couldn’t find one. 

“you always have one, what happened?”

shaking your head in amusement at his question, hands reaching up to cradle his face and pulling him down into another kiss, shorter this time but still filled with the same level of need as the others. 

“last time i was here late with you, used it then”

a deep sigh pushing from his lips before they tugged up into a pout, his body pulling back from yours slightly. 

irritation painted across his face while his blond locks framed his face, his mind racing and the thoughts of just continuing this when you both got home the foremost in his mind. 

“got some at home, can finish this there”

he’d grumbled out, moving his hands to tuck himself back into his boxers before you were stopping him. 

arms going around his neck and pulling him back down into another kiss, soft and chaste. whispering softly against his lips while holding his gaze. 

“need you Jax, can’t start something and give up halfway through. besides, i’m on the pill”

the proposition has his breath catching in his throat, eyes searching yours and finding nothing but surety.  hearing a mumbled and barely audible ‘christ’ fall from his lips, before he was contemplating again. 

“we’ve never done it without one before”

but the soft and reassuring look on your face was all he needed. another kiss before pressed to your lips until he was pulling back and taking hold of his cock, pumping himself a couple of times before swiping the head of him through your folds. coating himself in your wetness before nudging himself at your entrance.

eyes flicking up to yours for permission, and getting a nod of approval. 

hands grabbing at his biceps as he pushed into your warmth, walls pulsing around him and a shaky groan falling from his lips at the feeling. 

the thing is, you and Jax had had sex many times before, but this was new. you’d never let him fuck without a condom before, didn’t want to risk anything. 

but the feeling was new, and really welcomed. 

it made you both feel closer. 

the feeling of you around him was so familiar yet so new at the same time. Jax loved being inside you, helped ease him down after a long day, but this? this was possibly his new favourite. 

“fuck feel so good darlin’,”

his groans were needier, the feeling of you around him had groan after groan leaving his lips like a fountain. 

his arms on the seat on either side of your head as he slowly started to rock his hips, each drag of his cock had your fingers digging into his arms, nails making little crescent moon indents across his skin. 

a cry of his name toppling from your lips caused his pace to pick up, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the confined space. 

“jesus, so so good”

his tone dropped an octave lower, the last word catching in his throat as you clenched down on him. 

the feeling too much, too good.

and you both felt it. 

the pool of heat in the pit of your stomach grew with each push and pull of his hips, breath hitching in your throat before mumbling out to him. 

his thrusts holding that same punishing pace he always set, your car rocking slightly with each rock he gave. 

his right arm pulling back from next to your head, his hand shaking between your body to press his thumb to your clit. drawing circles in time with his thrusts, causing you to clench down around him again. 

“shit— not gonna last long if you keep doing that baby”

the admission had a thrill of excitement running down your spine, knowing that you’re the reason he’s so close already just by letting him fuck you without a condom. 

every delicious drag of his cock against your walls kept pushing you closer, mixed with the figure eights he was drawing across your clit. your words coming out in a breathless whine. 

“Jax— close baby”

the confession had him groaning again, the pool in his belly matching the intensity of yours. his thrusts stuttering and his head dropping to your shoulder, groans muffled against your skin. 

“that’s it, fuck, cum f’me darlin’”

the soft approval had your head nodding instinctively, dominant hand holding his jaw and pulling him down into a kiss. gasping against his lips with another deep thrust before toppling over, the coil in your belly snapping and your climax hitting you with a cry of his name. 

his thrusts sloppy, working you through your release and working himself towards his own. 

the way your breath continued to hitch, moans breathless and needy spurring him on. 

“fuck baby, where? where’d you want it?”

since he buried himself inside, the question was floating around his head. 

not wanting to make any decisions on it himself, he put it off until he had verbal confirmation from you. 

“insides okay, don’t have anything to clean up with if you didn’t” 

the words had a choked out chuckle leaving him, despite the moment you were both having. 

his hips continued their sloppy thrusts against yours, chasing his climax and burying his face in against your throat. 

both arms on either side of your head again while your fingers brushed through his hair, lips pressing a softer than expected kiss to his temple. 

a muffled groan of your name toppling from his lips as his climax washed over him. the flutter of your walls around him having pushed him over. 

his cock throbbing in your warmth before spurts of cum filled you, his groans turning needy again and his body staying on top of yours. 

continuing to rake your fingers through the blond locks as his hips stilled against you, his cock remaining buried to the hilt as he basked in the aftermath of his high. 

“fuck darlin’, too good t’me”

laughing softly at his words, watching him intently as he pulled back enough to meet your gaze. big hands soothing across your thighs while he reluctantly pulled from your warmth, and another groan leaving him at the sight of his cum dribbling out of you. 

“can’t go back to fucking with a condom, y’know that? feel too good”

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[voxmortuus]

Hi baby. Saw the prompt list. 😎 May I have #5 ☆ { calling } them late at night to come over for Jax Teller, please?

Thank you. ♥

⇘ PAIRING:⇙ Jax Teller x F!Reader ⇘ UNIVERSE:⇙ Sons of Anarchy ⇘ WORD COUNT:⇙ 1.1k ⇘ TRIGGER WARNINGS:⇙ Fluff | Smut | Jax and his filthy mouth (language) | Foreplay | P-i-V | Pull-out Method | More fluff | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ⇘ NOTES:⇙ Sorry if this is total ass... but I hope this brings you some joy. ⇘ DIVIDER CREDIT:⇙ @nyxvuxoa ⇘ IMAGE CREDIT:⇙ This was found through Google and is not my GIF, if this is your GIF or know whose it is, please inbox me, so I can credit the creator. Thank you! ⇘ My Master Masterlist ⇙

It was just one of those nights, there's only so much scrolling you can do before things become repetitive, and boring in your feeds. Flipping between Tumblr, Reddit, and Facebook, things were becoming boring, and nothing was helping you fall asleep. Tapping the side of your phone, you flip through old photos, smiling now and again looking over Jax's face. Sitting up in bed, you check the time, 12:24 a.m. Sighing, you decide to give it a shot, chances are Jax was up anyway, so why not.

Scrolling down and finding his name, you hit the call button, and wait. Ringing you groan, maybe he was --

"Hey, Darlin'. You alright? What's up?" he asks, you can tell there's a smile on his face.

"Hey, Baby. I know it's kinda late, but would you mind coming over... I can't sleep... and I could use the company." you bite your lip a bit.

"Yeah, sure, I'll be over in 15." he stated.

After the brief conversation and a quick I love you and a hangup, you go unlock your door, knowing he'll lock it when he gets here.

Hearing the motorcycle approach, and the engine turn off, you feel this bubble of excitement pulse through you. It was a matter of time before you heard your front door open, close, lock, and the sound of boots headed your way.

Peeking his head in, he looks over you, and you smile, moving over you pat the empty space in your bed and gesture for him to join you. Taking the hint, he makes his way over, slipping off his vest and coat, tossing his hat on the table, and kicking off his boots and socks, he slips into bed.

"Your pants... your shirt... are in the way." you smirk.

He chuckles and standing back up he takes them off, dropping them to the floor before climbing back in under the covers. You scoot yourself closer, and he wraps his arm around you, pulling you close.

"Can't sleep?" he asked you.

Nodding, your fingers move over his chest as you look up at him and smile. "Thank you for coming over."

"It's nothin' Darlin'. I've always told you I'm a call away." he kisses the top of your head.

A soft smile graces your lips as you scoot a little closer to him and let out a small satisfied smile. But you seem you can't keep your hands from wandering on him. Slipping under the blanket, you keep your gaze on him as you move over his boxers. Smiling, you bite at your lip and kiss him sweetly.

A slight chuckle escapes his lips as he pulls you closer to him, his hand roaming your figure as he moves you to lay on top of him, holding you close, his hips move upward a bit, kissing you deeply, and he slips the shirt from your body and tosses it to the floor along with his clothes.

Pressing yourself against him, your hands move up along his sides and find your way to get tangled in that love head of golden locks. The kissing gets a little heavier between you two, the touching, how you press your hips against him, feeling him harden against you. You move your hand between your legs as you grip him through his boxers. He groans against your lips as he grips your breast, pulling you closer, and kissing you deeper.

The kissing, the touching, the grunts, and the groans were enough to send you into a feral mind. Moving his boxers down, you slip him right between your lips, your hips press yourself down, pressing him deeper inside you. You both end up groaning in unison.

His grip on your hips is tight, his fingers pressing hard against your flesh, indenting as he thrusts upward just enough to finish that last little bit you wanted to slip inside you. The streetlights are the only thing illuminating the room, your shadow cast on the walls. Looking over, he watches your shadow as you brace yourself against his chest and begin to move up and down on his cock.

Holding your thighs in his hands, he watches the way you move against him, your hands pressing into his chest as he moves his own up your body, feeling your flesh under his hands was a sort of high for him. He presses a hand against your chest, between your breasts, as he slowly guides your motions as he thrusts upward.

As you are being guided with a hand on your chest, one on your hip, and his cock between your legs, your head falls back as you let out a loud, long, drawn-out moan. Your body trembles as you pick up on the sounds, the smells, the way the air tastes. Listening to him grunt and your own moans fill the air. It's all palpable. Erotic. Addicting.

The way you both work against and with each other, it sends these shockwaves through both of you, a genuine quickie, you feel yourself building, but of course, it doesn't help with his own buildup, you can tell in his tone, in how frequent his groans become, in how his breath smells. Leaning forward, you moan against his lips. And that's when he tells you to finish with him. He lifts you up, and you grip his cock as he works your bud.

Before you know it, your whole body trembles, feeling those hot ribbons of white pour against you. Whimpering and trembling against him, you begin to pant. Achieving your desired goal, he leans against the pillow but grabs something to clean you up.

There was hardly anything spoken between you two. But you lay there, holding him close, you look up at him as he stares down at you.

"You feel good." you chuckle.

"What even was that?" he chuckles.

"I think it's called a quickie. You should be used to those." you poke.

"Ohh, is that what that was? I like those... but next time... we do a longie... not a quickie," he smirks.

"I'll play with your longie." you chuckle.

"No, Darlin', we call it a cock, longie.... please no." he chuckles. "Besides, I like the way the word cock escapes your lips." he smirked.

"You like your cock between my lips Jax..." you joust.

Gasping he chuckles. "That is true... gotta say, you're a good cocksucker." he winks.

The night continued into the morning, and eventually, you had both fallen asleep. His arms wrapped around you, his face in your hair, and you clung to him like your entire life depended on it. You were glad you called him over, much needed, and the sleep was much better with him there.

[dallianceangel]

I’m Not Proud Of It

Writing this has given me another idea for a fic 💗

🫦 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🫦

You slip out of the clubhouse wearing the same clothes you wore last night, grinning as your mind plays back the wild night you had with Chibs. As you head toward the exit, Jax catches you as he works on fixing a motorcycle in Teller-Morrow. His gaze follows you, and he grows suspicious as he notices Chibs licking his lips, a subtle sign of the recent encounter he had with his girlfriend’s daughter.

Jax lowers his voice. “You and her...?”

Chibs sighs, nodding his head. “Aye, but you know, I’m not proud of it.”

Jax chuckles, not believing a single word. “Yeah, right. I bet you felt proud last night.”

Chibs smiles, but it soon fades when his girlfriend’s face flashes in his mind and the guilt resurfaces. “It shouldn’t have happened.”

Jax goes back to fixing what he is working on, but continues the conversation. “Was it just the once?”

Chibs’ silence gives Jax the answer he suspected, it’s happened more than once. “Fuck.”

Chibs sighs, the guilt eating away at him. A little while later, during lunchtime, your mom arrives outside Teller-Morrow, cheerful and unaware of the situation. She heads into the office and greets Chibs with a warm smile, holding a bag of delicious goodies.

“Hey, love,” she says, giving Chibs a kiss on the cheek. “I brought us some lunch.”

Chibs forces a smile. “Hey, doll. I’m so hungry.”

As she talks to Chibs over lunch, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Chibs discreetly checks it—it’s a text from you. He fights back a smile as he reads the message.

"Last night was hot. Round two later? 😏"

Chibs quickly types back, his heart racing: “You’re trouble, lass. We’ll need to be careful.”

[marvelous-slut]

Rekindle - Opie Winston x Reader

Y’all I’ve underestimated just how sexy Opie is. Like, stop for a minute and look at him. I’ve literally had this in my draft forever and I’m glad to finally get her out.

Warnings: MINORS, as always DNI! 18+ ONLY! Smut head folks.

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You turn the engine to your car off as you finally made it to the familiar garage. Teller Morrow. It had been at least 10 years since you’d gotten out of Charming and never looked back, even sitting in the garage brought back too many memories for your brain to count. Most were horrible memories, your father Otto being arrested right outside the club house/garage. Your mother coming in late into the night, drunken and loud. Knocking over things she didn’t need but wouldn’t throw away. If she didn’t come home, you knew she was right inside the club house sobbing for your father who was constantly in and out of prison. The more you thought about the horrible memories, the more pissed off you felt yourself becoming. You decided it was time to go in and face the members of SAMCRO, find out exactly what had happened to your mother. A part of you figured she’d gotten killed due to something with the club, or maybe one of her porn costars had beaten her to death. Whatever it was, you couldn’t allow yourself to feel one hundred percent sad about it. Your parents were never really parents, who could be when they were so invested in the club life?

You walk in to the club house, not much has changed since 10 years ago. The same smell of pussy and booze, the same mug shots hanging on the wall with the exception of a few who you assumed to be members. One struck you, taking it in as you looked at the familiar face. Harry Winston.

“Jesus Christ Ope.” You say softly, before you have any time to think about what he did or if he was still in, a voice brings you out of your thoughts.

“Well look at who’s here!” Piney, it was so good to see him. Even if he looked sick with the oxygen tubing sticking out of his nose. You walk over to him, opening your arms for his warm embrace. “How you doin’ kid?” He asks, smiling largely.

“I’m good Piney, how’d you end up with that shit hanging from your nose?” He chuckles deeply, letting out a cough once he’s done.

“Lung issues, too many Marlboros I guess.” You laugh and he pats you on the back, before you can ask any questions about Opie you get your answer. He stands outside the door of the chapel, leaning up against it and seeming like he’d rather be anywhere but here. Seeing you wasn’t something he was looking forward to like the rest of the club.

“Well, glad to see you made it out for someone’s funeral.” He speaks coldly before walking out of the club house completely. Piney can see the discomfort on your face and speaks up.

“Ignore him, he’s been a real prick since Donna died.” Donna, it had been two years since she passed. He was still mad about that? You sigh and shake your head. You didn’t attend Donnas funeral and maybe you should have, maybe you should have been there to support Opie. He’d called you after it happened, drunken and slurring almost every word that come out of his mouth. You felt it was disrespectful to Donna to come to her funeral and comfort her husband, who you dated for years and considered your first love. It didn’t feel right no matter what way you thought about it, so you didn’t come. That was the last time you’d heard from him until today.

“I guess death can do that to a person. I’ll see you later Piney, I have to go get started looking for a dress to bury mom in.” He hugs you once more, this time a little more tight than before.

“He still cares about you kid. He loved Donna, but he loved you too.” He whispers, making you go cold. You break the hug and smile at him softly, heading out the club house doors as fast as you could. Hoping Piney didn’t notice the grief written all over your face.

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You had been through many challenges before, but trying to find your mother an outfit for her funeral that wasn’t completely revealing may be something you weren’t able to do. She’d turned the house into an even bigger dump than it was before you left, ashtrays filled to the brim with butts, beer cans and bottles scattered everywhere. Clothes thrown to the side, on the tv, in the floor. It was a wreck. You prayed it wouldn’t be yours to deal with now. You move a pile of books on the bed to the side to lay out what clothing looked appropriate to bury someone in when a stack of photos falls out. You pick them up, looking at each one. A photo of you and Otto on his Harley, you were maybe 6 years old in the photo. It made you smile, even if there was a lot of shit memories connected to your father you did know he loved you. You knew it was shitty not to call or even visit him, if they’d even let you. You look to the next picture, feeling like someone had just hit you in the chest. A photo of you and Opie on your senior prom night.

“God, my hair. My face.” You say softly, laughing at how much different you looked. Your eyes roam over to Opie, he was much smaller than he is now. Hardly any hair on the poor boys face compared to now. You sigh, folding the picture and sticking it in your pocket. Maybe you’d get to show it to him, if he lets go of the issue of Donnas funeral before you leave. The knock at the door takes you away from reminiscing. You’re in shock at who stands behind the white, dirt covered door.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry for earlier. I guess I’m bad at letting shit go.” Opie says, he leans against the frame of the door, before you can suggest for him not to do it. “Can I come in?” You move out of the door way, noticing him looking around the disaster of a house.

“It’s a fuckin’ dump. Luann couldn’t keep a house up worth a shit apparently.” You say, he laughs a little bit. “There’s no way I’m staying here. Guess I’ll get a hotel till I go home.” You say, moving around some clutter, scared to sit on the couch even after it’s gone.

“If you need a place to crash, I’m sure the club wouldn’t mind if you stayed at the house. My house is pretty empty too, wife being dead and all.” You weren’t sure how to react to the last comment, so you didn’t acknowledge it.

“Thanks Ope. I found this going through moms stuff.” You hand him the photo, as soon as he looks at it he laughs. You feel your chest tighten when he does, even after all the years apart he still had an affect on you.

“Jesus, look how fuckin’ scrawny.” He says, you remember the first time he’d ever put his kutte on, how it was so baggy on him. He’d definitely grew into it over the years. “You were pretty, still are.” He says, you can’t help but smile at the comment.

“Don’t kiss my ass just cause you were being a shit head.” He grins, knowing you were half right. He felt awful for being so cold toward you, especially this being the chance to let you know that he’s never forgotten you. How you’d haunted him nearly everyday for the last 10 years.

“Listen, I gotta get going. Got some shit with the club that needs handled. If you need to crash at my place, you know where I am.”

“Thanks Ope. I really appreciate it. I’ll see you later?” He nods his head and closes the door behind him. You place your back to the door, hanging your head down. It shouldn’t be this way, the high school sweet heart still having some stupid affect on your mind years later. You look up, opening your eyes to a large rat sitting in front of you.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You scream, grabbing the dress you’d found for your mother and slamming the door behind you.

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The porch light is barley shining when you step up to the door. You knock on the door, not having to wait long before it’s answered. Opie stands in the door way, only in a towel. Hair still wet from showering. You feel your eyes widen, looking him up and down. You knew it was obvious even if you had been praying it wasn’t.

“Sorry, didn’t think you’d stop by.” He says, moving out of the door way. You step in, the place was much different than your mothers. Clean, neat, no reason to be scared of being on the couch.

“So you just answer the door for anyone half naked?”

“Just the pretty ones.” You feel your face heat up at the comment. Embarrassed that you’re blushing like this. You place a hand on his thigh, rubbing it gently.

“Ope, I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.” You say softly, he brings your head up to face him. Looking into his eyes makes your heart go faster than it had in years. He places his hand on the side of your cheek, caressing it gently.

“It’s okay.” Before you can respond, you feel yourself move closer, kissing him. He moves his hands to your hips as you stratal him, gripping them tightly. You run your fingers through his damp hair, the last time this had happened was when the two of you were 19 years old, what you’d thought would be the last time you ever got to be this close to him. You break the kiss and head down to the towel that covered him, uncovering his hardened cock. Turns out, everything about him had grown some in ten years. You lower your head down, running your tongue up his cock as he moans out. One thing you love about Opie, he never was afraid to be loud. He’d let you know how good you made him feel. You wrap your lips around his cock, moving your head up and down. Slowly, trying to get him going and eager for you. It worked very fast, he grabs a fist full of your hair, tugging it gently trying to get you to pick up the pace. It was hard to take him in your mouth without choking, you hadn’t been blessed with no gag reflex like most. Taking him little by little however, was driving him insane.

“Too big for you to handle now?” He asks, you can just in-vision the smirk plastered across his face. You decide to take it as a challenge, taking him until he hits the back of your throat. You hold in your gags, but the tears forming in your eyes can’t hide that you’re struggling with taking every inch of him.

“Fuck.” He mutters out, leaning his head up to watch the sight in-front of him. A sight that as much as he was ashamed to admit, thought about from time to time even while he was married to Donna. You pull your mouth off of him, slowly, letting him feel every movement as you do. He groans out, as you straighten yourself up, he’s pulling at the waistband of your shorts. Silently, he begs you to take them off. You begin to unbutton them and he helps get your underwear and shorts off swiftly. Eager to be inside of you. You reach your hands down to discard your shirt before you slide yourself down onto him. Your walls stretching with every inch you take of him. Moaning out, you rest your hands on his chest. He places his hands back onto your hips, helping you move and watches your face as you adjust to him.

“Oh my God. Ope.” You whimper out, moving yourself faster and more steady onto him. A hand finds its way to your breast, grasping it firmly. He moves his hand farther up to your mouth, he drags his thumb over your lips slowly. You open your mouth far enough for him to graze it over your teeth. Before you know it, you’re flipped onto your back. The feeling of him reinserting himself makes you whine out, arching your back as he picks up a steady pace. You turn your head, closing your eyes and taking in the feeling of pleasure that’s overwhelming your senses. He uses one of his hands to turn your head back to him, holding it there.

“I want you to look me in the eyes. I want to see how good I make you feel.” The words make you even wetter than you were, which at this point you’d thought was impossible. He feels your nails digging into his back, using your hands to pull him closer to you. Looking at your face and the way you tightly had your legs wrapped around him, he knew you were close to cumming. He speeds up, thrusting into you faster and a touch harder than before.

“Fuck! Ope-“ You’re unable to get another word out before you feel yourself tighten around him. You grab him, pulling him down and smashing your lips against his. You grind against him, making sure to ride the orgasm as long as possible. Feeling you grind against him sends him over the edge, he groans out as he releases into you. You would thank God later for the birth control pills, but right now that was the last thing on your mind. He pulls himself out of you, laying down beside you as you both try to catch your breaths. You try to make the shaking in your legs stop, but it’s useless. You decide to just lay there until you don’t feel shaky or hazy.

“So much for small talk huh?” You ask, he chuckles and stretches out his arm for you to come over. You do so, resting your head on his chest. The feeling feels so good, so familiar and you hate to think about it ending. Suddenly dreading going back home.

“Yeah. Maybe we can do that in the morning.” He says, kissing the top of your head.

[ravennaortiz]

Silver Fox Daddy

This story came from the Daddy Dom Headcanon and is for the lovely @privatetruths

As always 18+. Smut below the cut! Rough oral (m receiving), spanking, light face slapping, semi public

“Sorry daddy for being naughty” you whispered as you laying over Chibs knees. Your ass felt like it was on fire from the spanking you had been getting for the last five minutes. You had only been teasing him when you had told him maybe you deserved a spanking for continuing to call him daddy in the store. You had been loud and obnoxious drawing to much attention for his liking. You knew he worried about your age gap and you loved to get him riled up about it. Never had you imagined him dragging you into the stores dressing room and bending you over his knee in the cramped space.

Chibs chuckled darkly as he adjusted himself on the small bench. His erection painfully cramped under your body and his jeans. “Just can’t learn to watch that mouth can ye Lassie” murmured Chibs as he kneaded your bruising ass cheeks making you squirm and whimper. Chibs grinned as he shoved you off his lap to undo his jeans. He groaned and tilted his head back against the mirror behind him as he freed his cock.

You sat sniffling on the dressing room floor. Eyes following his cock as it bobbed in the air. Your mouth watered at the thought of him forcing you too blow him. Making your makeup run more as he used your mouth for his pleasure. The sounds and shadows of people passing on the other side of the thin curtain had heat pooling even more between your thighs.

Chibs opened his eyes as he used one hand to lightly stroke his aching cock. Hs eyes boring into you as you sat entranced by his actions. This was out of character for him and a small part of him wanted to stop and take you home. The other part wanted those pretty lips around him while your doe eyes locked on his. To caress your face as he filled your throat. Too sit on your face as he fucked your mouth like it was your pussy.

“Come here Lassie.” Beckoned Chibs as he continued to stroke himself as he opened his legs wide for you. Swallowing hard you moved between his knees, smiling as he caressed your head gently. Obediently you opened your mouth as he gently steered your head to his cock. You moaned as the first taste of his precum hit your taste buds. “Shh” hushed Chibs as he popped your cheek with two fingers. “Be a quiet girl while you suck Daddies cock”.

You use your tongue to flick the underside of the head of his cock each time he enters your mouth as he begins to slowly thrust in and out of your mouth. Hands on either side of your head slowly guiding you up and down. Your try to go at your own pace but he just tightens his grip and thrusts one time quickly making you gag as the tip hits the back of your throat painfully. “I’ll decide how fast I get off kitten” growls Chibs as he smiles down at you as your eyes lock with his. You nod as best you can with a cock stuffed in your mouth.

Chibs keeps his eyes locked on yours as he continued to fuck your mouth. You rest your hands on his thighs, working on breathing through your nose as he keeps your mouth stuffed. Drool bubbles out around him, coating his lap and running down into your hair, neck and chest. Chibs grunts as he feels his orgasm building. The sight before him of your face covered in makeup and drool combined with the sensation of your warm, wet, mouth has him yanking from you harshly. You pant trying to catch your breath as you move your sore jaw around.

Chibs opens his eyes as he regains control. The sight of his cock resting on your forehead makes him smile. Gently he brushes away your drool from your lips. “Doing so well. So pretty with me cock in your mouth” he coos making your grin at him.

Carefully he gets down on the ground with you. You swallow hard in anticipation of him impaling you on his cock finally as he grabs for your legs. Quickly you open them wide revealing your sticky thighs and dripping hole. “Sorry love. As inviting as she looks I have to decline until we get home” stated Chibs as he closed your legs and straddles your chest. Confusion washed over you as he shoved you farther under the bench until your mouth was below his cock.

“Gonna fuck that mouth some more.” Stated Chibs as he turned around over you resting his balls on your forehead as his cock slipped back into your mouth. “Good girl” murmured Chibs as he slid farther in. This angle had you struggling for air and your hand snaked down to your pussy. “Don’t” stated Chibs lowly as he watched your hand. Once you had moved your hand back to lay by your side he began to fuck into your mouth. He quickly started violently thrusting into your throat as his hands came to wrap around it. His grip making your throat constrict around his cock even tighter than before. You choked and gagged, vison tunneling as he used your mouth like his personal fleshlight. You pussy throbbed and clenched around nothing. Your arousal pooling under you as you bucked your hips involuntarily.

Without warning a couple minutes later Chibs yanked from your mouth with a feral moan. His cock sprayed you with his hot seed as he coated your hair, face and chest with his release. Once he was empty he let his cock flop onto your cheek as he panted over you. “You are so beautiful covered in my cum lassie.” He murmured as he used two fingers to bring some up to your lips. Painting them with his cum before pushing them into your mouth. You moaned at the taste of him as he fucked his cum into your mouth.

Before either of you could say or do anything else a voice came from the other side of the curtain. “Police have been called. I suggest you cleaned up and get out before they arrive.”

“We get home I’m gonna fill that pussy with cum and then move on to that ass. Then back to ye mouth. Won’t be any sleep tonight” stated Chibs as he put his cock away and stood up zipping his pants.

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[kdogreads]

My Dove

Chibs Telford x f!Reader

Warnings: Marijuana use, FLUFFY SMUT (very soft!Chibby🥹), swearing, every pet name known to man, minors DNI I mean it

AN: I’m simply in love with him. For some reason I couldn’t get the idea of Chibs calling his girl “dove,” like she’s the peace in crazy life, so this is that. :,)

Dedicated to my new friend @ankhmutes who helped me bounce this idea around!

Send me more SOA requests! Thank you for reading. :)

It was approaching 1 am before you finally heard the rumbling of your man’s bike approaching your driveway. He always tells you not to wait up for him, but you worry. You can’t help it. You need to see him home safe before you can relax.

You rose from your seat at the small wooden table in your kitchen and stepped to pour the rest of your coffee down the sink. You didn’t want your husband to know you’d been slugging coffee all night to keep awake, though he would already know when he walked in and saw you there, all the lights on in the kitchen.

The rumbling stopped and moments later the sound of keys prodding against the door caused you to spin on your heel from the sink. You were leaning against the counter, the fabric of your husband’s shirt clinging to your sides, falling just below the curve of your ass, your thin cotton sleep shorts barely poking out below.

The door swung open with a soft thud and in stepped a very tired, defeated looking man.

“Mo ghràdh (my love),” He exhaled while unloading his gear onto the table in front of you, “What are ye doin’ up?”

He crossed the small distance between you and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, his head sinking to rest on your shoulder.

“Can’t sleep without you, baby,” you cooed into his hair. It was sticky with sweat and smelled of a mix of earth, shampoo and gunpowder — undeniably Chibs.

He stayed there in your embrace for a long moment before he let out a baritone sigh, standing up and running his calloused hands up along your soft arms.

“Get in bed, lass,” he breathed onto your forehead, placing a soft kiss there, “I’ll join you soon, hm?”

You nodded slightly and stretched up on your tiptoes to plant a sweet peck on his lips. His hand drifted down to yours and raised it up to brush his lips against your knuckles before stepping back and heading for the bathroom.

You heard the shower turn on as you climbed into bed and lit up the spliff Chibs had rolled for you before he left for the day. The smoke felt hot as it trickled into your lungs, but the worry you felt just moments before melted away with the sting.

It wasn’t long before Chibs came walking into your bedroom dressed in only black cotton boxers. You smiled sweetly at him as he tiredly made his way to his side of the bed and pulled the covers back to climb in.

Your eyes felt heavy with the weight of the high hitting you hard. Chibs slid closer to you and lifted his arm up, signaling you to tuck your head against his chest and lean into him. The smell of his musky shower gel and just him flooded your senses.

You lifted the joint to meet his lips and he slid his thick fingers over your thin ones to take it in his grasp. Now being free, your hand floated up to his damp brownish-gray locks and tucked a stray hair behind his ear. He shut his eyes as the sting of the smoke flowed into his lungs and back out of of his parted lips. His dark orbs fluttered back open and met yours in a soft gaze.

He met the joint to his lips again and inhaled deeply before moving a large hand to cup the back of your head. With a low, “c’mere,” he met his lips to yours and the mellowed burn of the smoke filled your senses. A sleepy smile molded on your face as your exhaled and planted a kiss on Chibs’ rough lips.

“Long day, love?” You asked softly, ghosting your lips over his scarred cheeks.

“Aye,” He sighed, “Y’could say so.” His hand ran through your flowing locks and you leaned into his touch.

He reached across the bed to snuff out the still-glowing roach then returned his hands to you, one still tangled in your hair and the other reaching for your bare thigh.

As quickly as your hazy mind could muster, you swung a silky leg over his to straddle his bulky lap. His rough hands, the very same that were beginning to bruise and swell at the knuckle before your eyes, were now gently running up and down your sides. The feather-like touches sent tingles down your spine.

“What do you need, baby?” You whispered as your hands drifted to caress the sides of his face, one thumb sliding over his slightly swollen lower lip, “Tell me.”

“You, dove,” His lips ghosted to your neck, one of his hands brushing your hair over your shoulder. He spoke slowly, finishing his thought, “I only need you, my peace.”

You sighed into his touch as his lips kissed from your ear, to your jaw, to the soft spot just above your clavicle, exposed from the stretched-out neckline of your old reaper t-shirt.

Chibs’ calloused hands slid gently under your shirt, his shirt, and his lips parted from your salty skin only momentarily to pull the fraying fabric over your head. He breathed in sharply when your bare torso came into his view. No matter how many times he’s had you, he’s always blown away by your beauty — the fact that you are his, and only his.

The cool air of your bedroom flowed over your skin, causing goosebumps to tingle up your spine and your already-taut nipples to pebble invitingly. Chibs’ hands danced up your sides to meet the soft flesh of your breasts, thumbs brushing over the enticing apexes of them. You arched your back into him, head falling back at the overwhelming sensation you felt — a mix of the high and Chibs’ skilled hands palming into you already had you reeling.

A soft sigh fell from your lips as Chibs’ dipped his head to kiss the plush skin of your breasts gently as he made his way down to one of your sensitive peaks. He pushed you back slightly and took your nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around it and sucking the skin slightly. His thumb and forefinger teased your other nipple, sending your hips grinding into his involuntarily.

Your hands tangled through his damp hair as his lips traveled back up your tingling skin to meet your own plump lips. He kissed you like he was afraid you might disappear if he let you go - slow and deep. His lips never left yours as he toyed with the hem of your sleep shorts, ghosting his rough finger tips over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

“Please, Filip,” you breathed into his parted lips, “Touch me.”

His fingers hooked the thin, damp fabric and slid it to the side. A strained breath fell from your lips as the cool air swirled around your aching heat. He ran his fingers up and down your dripping slit and gathered the slickness before gliding up to circle your clit. Your sensitive nub ached as he drew soft whines and moans from you.

“Always so perfect for me, sweetheart,” He cooed into your ear, your head having fallen to rest on his shoulder as he pushed you further towards the peak of your pleasure. His fingers didn’t let up as you started to squirm in his lap, legs shifting just so your core ground roughly into his hardening cock.

You felt closer and closer to your release as Filip put his hand in your hair and gently pulled your head up from his shoulder to meet his captivating gaze.

“Let me watch ya, m’annsachd (my blessing),” His fingers sliding quickly to your pulsing hole while his thumb circled your clit, “See tha’ pretty face fall apart.”

His gravelly words flipped the switch in your belly and the blinding white hotness of your orgasm washed over you. Your head fell back into Filip’s hand as your thighs trembled over his own, the high you felt adding a new intensity to your rolling peak. The shaking of your thighs started to subside after what felt like an eternity, settling back down as Filip’s arms came to rest around your soft hips. He pulled you close to him as you floated back down to earth.

“God, I love you, Filip,” you squeaked out as you wrapped your fatigued arms around his broad shoulders.

He sighed into your embrace. “I love you more than I can say, my dove.”

Your hands take purchase in the short hairs at the base of his neck while Filip kisses all along your salty skin, sucking at the soft spot just above your clavicle. It’s your favorite and he knows it.

“Please, please,” you plead, not knowing exactly what you’re trying to say. Somehow though, Chibs knows exactly what you need. He always does.

He shushes you softly as his hands move to free his hard cock from the confines of his boxers and slide your shorts back out of the way. You breathe in sharply as his thick length slides through your slick walls, meeting the resistance of your clenching walls.

A sharp “ungh” escapes from your throat as your thighs sink down to meet Filip’s. The stretch overwhelms you every damn time. Your nails rake down the smooth contours of his upper back as you take a moment to adjust.

“Shhh, mo ghràdh, I’ve got you,” Filip cups the back of your head with one hand and rubs the arch in your back with the other, “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

After another beat you slowly lift yourself off of Chibs’ thighs, the deep ache reaching into your belly as your hips snap back down. He pushes you down by your hipbones, grinding you into him and making the dirtiest noises slip from your mouth.

The friction of your clit on his pubic bone, the way you can feel him in your guts, the praise and reassurances dancing into your ear and the muddled way your foggy brain is stringing all together — it’s all too much for you and you let out a string of words that could be mistaken for a prayer in another context.

“Ah, fuck. F—Filip, Christ. Please, baby. I — I can’t.”

A deep groan boils out of his chest. Seeing you this way, so drunk on his cock and unaware of even your own name anymore; it makes him feral.

“Tha’s it, my girl. Made just fer me, angel, I swear,” His arms wrap back around your trembling torso as he fucks into you, grinding your bodies impossibly close together, “Gimme one more, baby girl. I know you can.”

With another slew of curse words falling from your lips, you feel the string snap once more deep in your belly. The way your walls flutter harshly around his cock send Filip into his own peak, hot streams of his seed painting your insides. You grab at his back, his arms, his hair — anything you can reach as you shake and whine in his grasp for another moment.

Finally, the earth stops spinning around you as you come back into reality to the sounds of two heaving chests and praises in your ear. Chibs rests his head on your shoulder, and you on his. The intimacy of your embrace sending that warm, fuzzy feeling through your veins.

“Thank you, mo chridhe (my heart). I needed ya so goddamn much,” He turns his head slightly to plant sloppy kisses along your shoulder.

“Still do,” kiss, “Always do,” kiss.

Your heart flutters at his affection. He’s never shy about how much he loves you, but it’s even more so after a rough day like today must have been. He’ll tell you about it someday, but not now. Now he just needs to hold you, to know you are here.

“I’m here, baby,” You whisper, his softening cock slipping out of you as slide down to lay next to each other, “Here forever, my love.”

“I love you so, my peace; my dove.”

[mushies-stories]

SOA eating out

how some of the SOA boys like to eat your out.

Warnings: smut, Freader, eating out. Juice, Jax, Opie, Happy

smut bellow

Juice: 

He loves when you sit on his face. His tongue licking up to your clit and sucking softly on the bud before dipping back down to your dripping hole and tongue fucking you tell you cum for the 3rd time. His arms wrapped around your thighs to hold you down as you squirm and struggle to keep yourself steady. He loved to hear you whine and moan, telling him it’s too much, you can't cum again. He makes you anyway just to hear your sweet sounds again. 

Juice likes to give you words of encouragement and praise since he wants to keep seeing you cum again again.

“So wet for me baby, can’t wait for me to make your pretty pussy feel good?”

“Such a good girl, so good you can handle another right?”

“You can do it, cum on my tongue again okay baby girl?”

Jax:

Enjoys missionary. On his stomach between your soft tights as he teases your pussy with lazy pumps of his fingers and kitten-like licks to your clit. He loves to watch from between your tights as you begged and whined for him to give you more. Once he finally replaces his fingers for his tongue and soft licking, to his rough finger circling your clit you were done for. Your hands in his hair, pulling to keep him as close as possible as you rode out right high. 

Teasing is how Jax’s favorite form of torture, Watching you get all flustered and needy when his touch just isnt enough as he smirks at you waiting for you to start begging. 

“What's wrong sweetheart, Too much? Need to cum?”

“I know you can last longer, you can do that for me right doll?”

“since you were so desperate to cum you can give me a few more right sweetheart?”

Opie:

Opie actually likes to eat you out in whatever way he can but since he is a tall guy and tends to tower over most of his partners, he likes to be on knees with you against a wall or a dresser to have some leverage with one leg slung over his shoulder. He holds you firm in place by one hand on the hip not on his shoulder as he sucks and licks you through another body tingling orgasm. Hands tangle in his hair as you try to keep steady. 

Opie’s almost begs you to cum, over and over like he needs you to. Like he just needs to taste you. 

“C’mon baby, cum for me.”

“You taste so good, so wet you're dripping.”

“Your perfect pussy can give me more than that right baby? You can come again for me.”

Happy:

Happy likes Missionary, holding your thighs open and keeping you still with an arm across your stomach. Normally he only eats you out if you pissed him off and he's just getting back at your bratty attitude. Between orgasms he gently licks you clean while you come down before his tongue is back on your clit and he’s three fingers deep in your pussy and you have tears in your eyes from being over stimulated. 

Happy is more like a soft dom when “punishing” you. He isn't mean, he's just relentless and won't stop until he decides you have had enough. 

“Baby, if I listened to you and stopped, that wouldn’t be teaching you anything about being a brat, now will it?”

“So wet babygirl, I think you need to cum a few more times to feel like you’ve been punished.”

“Two more baby, then you can have my cum as a reward, okay?”

[little-horror-smut]

Behind the Stacks

Tig Trager x Reader!

One shot short story

18+ Warning; Smut, Sexual Content

Your lips are in a heated encounter as you both stumble against the stock racks. Your hot breaths mingle as you slightly pull apart to steady yourselfs. Tigs hands roam your body. Each touch hightening your senses.

The secret encounters were becoming more daring each time. Your need for eachother growing with each makeout session.

"Hey Tig, you in here?" Jax called, as he walks in the invetory room. In one swift motion Tig pushes you down on your knees, you're now fully hidden behind a stack of boxes.

"Yeah, just checking the stock" he says, trying to catch his breath. Jax and Tig start a conversation about ordering some new parts.

An idea sparked your mind and your eyes filled with mischief. You softly unbuckled his pants and pulled them down slightly. Tigs eyes quickly shot down, giving you a look. You took his shaft out and started your magic. As he grew in size, your eyes widenend. As he had his full hardness you took him in your mouth.

His hand ran through your hair as he tightened his grip, clearing his throath.

He guided your head up and down his shaft.

Jax, oblivious to the situation still, was on his way out. As soon as the door closed, he pushed you down one last time. His thickness filling you up, all down your throat. With a feral and low grunt, he released himself. You felt his warmth slide down. You pulled away, taking a deep breath and need to cough.

"You look so pretty down on your knees, Y/N" Tig said in a low and satisfied voice, as he caressed the mascara tears with his thumb.

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Handled.

You and Chibs have been walking the line for a little too long.

Pairing - Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Female Reader

Warnings - smut. cursing. alcohol mention.

Word Count - 1.5k ish??

Author's Note - I can only apologise for the wild gif, but I saw it and couldn't not use it. this fic is based on this request!! thank you for this message my love - it sparked so many thoughts. I made chibs a little sweeter than I meant to, oops.

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The wind whips through your hair as you speed down the road, sunlight beaming down and warming you both.

You have your helmet tightly strapped on your head, a gift from the man currently in front of you on the bike. He'd grumbled as he'd given it to you, mumbling something about someone has to keep you fuckin' safe and last thing we need is an injury to your pretty face.

It's a complicated relationship you have, to say the least. You're not together. No, Chibs is still technically married to Fiona, and he's not exactly the boyfriend type. You're not sure what you want, reluctant to commit to dating a member of the club and all of the danger that comes along with it.

So, you dance the line. The two of you flirt, laughing and touching. You get close, and then you pull away. You wonder if one day, he'll just crack. He knows that if he starts something, he'll have to finish it. He's not a man who works in halves.

Chibs occasionally takes a hand off the handlebars to squeeze your thigh, a silent communication. He's asking are you okay? And you're reaching forward to squeeze his in reply, answering yeah, I am.

Your arms are wrapped around his middle, safe and secure. You can feel the taut muscles of his back and shoulders through the leather jacket that you're pressed against. You know how big he is - tall and broad and unwavering in the face of danger. He's ruthless, and it turns you on. It probably shouldn't, but it does.

The next time he reaches back to squeeze your thigh, you graze your fingernails along the muscle of his before squeezing back much further up. You feel the tension instantly, his back tightening in front of you. You smirk and hold on again, acting like nothing happened.

He's curious, now. Testing the waters. He squeezes your leg again, firmly, and you squeeze back so high that your fingertips graze his bulge. His breath hitches, and you feel it. You grin.

He pinches your thigh this time, sharply. A warning.

One that you ignore. You dance your fingertips higher, lightly stroking across the tent in his jeans, nails scraping the denim. He hums, low and dangerous, vibrations rumbling through the both of you.

You return your hands to his torso, clinging on tightly as you curve around the bends, scenery flying by. You're back at the clubhouse before you know it, the journey as quick as the blink of an eye.

You act like nothing has happened as you get off the bike. You know the two of you have just crossed a line, moving from friendship to something more. You don't want to address it. So, you hang your helmet onto the handlebars and go to walk away, in desperate need of a drink.

A strong hand grabs your wrist, spinning you back around. You collide with a hard chest, a soft oof leaving you. Chibs looks you up and down slowly, gaze raking across your body and stopping at your mouth. He runs his tongue across his bottom lip before pulling you in closer, hands snaking around your back.

"Where do you think you're goin'?"

You take a deep breath and exhale it in a shudder.

"... Inside?"

"Nuh uh," he tuts, tracing patterns across your skin absentmindedly. "You don't get to pull a stunt like that and just walk away."

You decide to play clueless, hoping it'll get you off easier.

"A stunt like what?"

He pulls you in closer again, so your bodies are pressed against each other. No space between you.

"Oh, sweetheart. This innocent act might work on other people, but it doesn't work on me. I see right through ya."

You find a shred of confidence from somewhere, determined to make him sweat a little. You enjoy getting under his skin.

"And what do you see, Filip? Hmm?"

He smirks, mischievous and knowing.

"I see a strong, independent woman, who wants - no, sorry - needs, someone to put her in her place."

You raise your eyebrows at him, so he keeps going.

"You want to be broken apart and put back together again. You enjoy pushing my buttons, trying to get a rise from me, don't you? You think it's fun. But you've got no fuckin' idea about the things I want to do to you, honey. I'm not sure you want to know."

You're panting, now, your chest heaving with anticipation.

"Tell me," you whisper. "Tell me what you want to do to me. Please."

"Please? You wanna be polite now?"

You practically pout at him, big doe eyes begging him to just give in. But Filip Telford is nothing if not stubborn. He is, in fact, the most adamant person you've ever met.

"Chibs."

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"Don't be mean."

"Mean? This ain't mean, baby. You're just used to everyone being sweet to you because you're pretty."

You smile, now. That's a pleasant surprise.

"You think I'm pretty?"

He rolls his eyes at you, chuckling.

"I think you know that by now."

"It's just nice to hear you say it."

He leans forward, pressing his mouth to your ear.

"You know what? Yeah. Let's go inside."

Chibs grabs your hand and leads you with him, pulling you at a quick pace across the yard. When you reach the door, he pulls it open for you, gesturing for you to enter first. Ever the gentleman.

The clubhouse is empty, which makes a change. The minute you’re inside, you feel two hands on your hips, pushing your back into the bar.

“You really wanna know?”

His accent has got thicker, tone low and dangerous.

“Yes,” you whisper. “Please. Tell me.”

“You’ll never look at me the same,” he begins, leaning down to speak right into your ear. “When you hear what I want to do to you.. the things I’ve thought about… you won’t be able to look me in the eye, sweetheart.”

You chuckle, tilting your head back to look at his face.

“I think you underestimate me a little, Chibs. Wait until you hear the things I’ve thought about in bed at night, when I can’t sleep.”

He presses a kiss into your neck, nipping at it gently. You groan at the contact, tilting your head to give him better access. One of his hands trails down your side, popping the button on your jeans with ease.

“Gonna take the edge off,” he murmurs, “and then fuck you the way you deserve when I get you home. Alright?”

You nod frantically, gripping onto his biceps to keep you upright. You rest your head against his chest, taking a deep breath to calm down.

“Chibs?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Will you kiss me?”

He smiles at you, all genuine and soft for a moment.

“Yeah, babe. I’ll kiss you. Been waiting for you to ask for a long time.”

He adds the last part quietly, as if he’s embarrassed to say it out loud. He leans down and presses his lips to yours, more tender than you were expecting. You hum in contentment, opening up to let him slip his tongue in. He tilts your head back, licking into your mouth all filthy and debauched.

One of his hands slips into the front of your jeans, tracing you over your underwear. You both groan at the action, lips still connected.

“Fuck, sweetheart. This all for me, hmm?”

You nod almost instantly, resting your head back on his chest. Chibs slips his hand under your waistband, gathering your slick before sliding a finger inside with ease.

“Knew you’d feel like this. Wet and warm and tight and fuckin’ perfect.”

You whine, winding your hips down to chase any friction he’ll give you.

“You’re filthy, darlin’. Letting me finger you in the clubhouse, huh? What if someone walks in, hmm? What if someone sees you like this?”

“Don’t care,” you choke out. “More, please.”

He chuckles darkly, slipping another finger in while rubbing at your clit in circles with his thumb. Your knees buckle, shaking as you grab onto him for dear life.

“I’ve got ya,” he’s murmuring into your ear, crooking his fingers. “I’ve always got ya.”

He speeds up his movements, leaning in to press open mouthed kisses down your neck. He nips you with his teeth occasionally, making you whine all high pitched and breathy. You know you’re gonna smell like cigarettes and gasoline for the foreseeable future.

“You’re close, aren’t ya? Can feel it, pretty girl. Give it to me.”

Chibs snakes his unoccupied hand around your back, holding you up as your legs shake. You fall over the edge, gasping into his chest as he mutters sweet nothings.

“There we go, atta girl. Good fuckin’ girl, hmm?”

You’re nodding, collapsing forwards against him. He pulls his hand from your jeans and instantly puts his fingers in his mouth, making your knees even weaker.

“Kiss me,” you whisper once again.

He obliges, softly connecting your lips. It’s gentle and careful and much more loving than you were expecting, but you’re not complaining. Not in the slightest.

“Now, darlin’. I’m gonna stick you back on that bike, take you home, and fuck you like you deserve. Okay?”

“Okay,” you grin at him, laughing when he chuckles.

You’d have to be insane to deny an offer like that.

@just-a-girl-who-wrytes

[juicesgf]

Kinktober special

Juice Ortiz Breeding Headcanons

A/n: this one’s for @ravennaortiz hope you enjoy love !

Juice definitely realizes he has a breeding kink when he sees you holding Jax’s son. He needs to see you holding your own child.

He uses his fingers to keep his cum from dripping out of you

Once he sees your belly growing with his child he fucks you again and again saying “Just in case”

Once you have your first child he immediately wants another.

Sleeping with his cock inside you after he came to make it stick

You’re both TIREDD because he’s more worried about breeding you than he is sleep

He’ll cum down your throat after he came inside you just so his mind knows your extra full

If you work at Teller Morrow during your breaks he’s fucking you on the office table making sure when you deal with the next client his cum is dripping between your legs.

Are your guys three children taking a toll on you? He’ll breed you again and give you a forth

Your children are definitely only 1-2 years apart because he can’t hold himself back.

He loves watching his cum drip from your cunt as you let out small whimpers from being so sore

[epinebleue]

i can fix him (no really i can) (m) (chibs telford) | 02

“You’re not stupid, Eloise, just a whore.” Ellie looked into her mother’s eyes, the ghost of a smirk on her lips. A shiver ran down Gemma’s spine. It had been so long since seeing her reflection in her youngest child that she had forgotten how much she hated it. “Well, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

pairing: filip “chibs” telford x eloise “ellie” teller (original female character)

genre: angst, fluff, mature.

chapter’s warnings: cursing, mentions of emotional neglect, violence against a minor, a teenager (18) kissing an older man (37).

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Charming, 2002

Ellie fought against Tig’s tight grip on her arm as he dragged her across the clubhouse, avoiding the gazes of the few members standing by the counter.

Tig took her straight to the meeting room, where Clay waited on the President's chair, tapping his fingers on the table. The old man’s bulging vein on the side of his head and clenched jaw gave Ellie goosebumps.

The Sergeant-at-Arms released her at last, as if feeding a mouse to a snake, and said:

“Look who I found by the trailer park.”

Clay raised an eyebrow at the last words in surprise and tilted his head to the side, sending Ellie a piercing look of total disappointment.

The girl had always felt small and helpless in front of him, and yet, she straightened her back and stared at him right back, holding her breath.

“I think I told you,” Clay pointed his index finger at her, “what would happen if we caught you fucking around there again.”

Ellie opened her mouth to protest.

Thanks to pushing herself hard in school, she had graduated valedictorian a few weeks before. After summer, she would work in the repair shop for a year to save up for college. She had everything figured out, so, what was wrong with wanting to go a little wild?

Clay cut her off, not letting her speak.

“You take her home and lock her up, Tig.” Ellie gasped in disbelief as Clay continued talking. “She won’t go anywhere alone, not even the goddamn bathroom.”

“You can’t do that!”

“I warned you, Eloise.” She narrowed her eyes at her full name in his mouth. Him acting like any disappointed dad out there made her stomach turn. It didn’t matter how hard Gemma tried to shove it down her throat: he wasn’t, and never would be, her dad. “This is your fault.”

“You’re just trying to find an excuse to get rid of me!” Ellie slapped Tig’s hands away. “Don’t touch me, fucking psycho!”

“Someone has to put an end to this behavior.” Clay said with a rueful tone Ellie knew was false, rising from his chair. “I guess it’ll have to be me.”

Ellie pushed Tig, who wouldn’t seize on his attempt to grab her, always so eager to please his President’s every order. She pushed him once more, releasing a scream coming from the deepest part of her soul and, turning to Clay, she yelled:

“You want me out so bad, then kill me like you killed my dad!”

A harsh, backhanded slap knocked the wind out of her.

“Never talk to me like that again, never! Do you fucking understand?” Ellie pressed a palm against her sore cheek as Clay screamed into her face, nostrils all flared up. Her lower lip trembled and her chest puffed out, but she swallowed the sob. She would never show the slightest sign of weakness in front of Clay. It was a promise she had made herself a long time ago. “Get the fuck out of my face!”

Holding her head high, with tear-filled eyes, Ellie rushed past Tig and ran into the room at the end of the hallway, kicking the door with such force that the walls trembled for a few seconds.

Only when her body collapsed onto the bed did she allow herself to cry, soaking the soft pillow pressed to her face.

Ellie was exhausted, drained. Physically, mentally and emotionally.

Jax barely set foot in the house anymore, too busy eating every girl in town’s tits to check on her. Gemma and Clay lived entangled in their little world, often forgetting she existed.

Ellie couldn’t see how she fit in that dynamic anymore.

Something that until then had been a question became a certainty: she was a burden to her family.

There was a knock followed by the sound of the door opening and closing, and a familiar fragrance filled the room.

“C’mon, lass.” The bed sank under Chibs’ weight. “I’ll ride you home.”

Ellie lifted her head enough to be heard, struggling to find her voice after so much crying.

“I’ll spend the night here.”

“Nah, Clay won’t let you stay here alone.”

The girl sat up and crossed her legs, looking around the room. The sun was setting, leaving the room partly in the dark. Ellie wondered how long she had been there, locked and crying.

“Talk to him, then.” She pleaded, sitting by his side to close the distance between them. “He’ll listen to you.”

“I don’t want you here on your own either.”

“Could I crash at your place for a few days?”

Ellie held her breath, desperate for a quick answer.

“You need to be at home, Ellie. With your family.”

A bitter laugh slipped out from the girl’s mouth.

“It stopped being a family a long time ago.”

A sense of pity washed over Chibs as the teenager lowered her head and started shaking. And how couldn’t he feel sorry for her? Ellie had had to learn twice what loss meant at a young age, no doubt she was broken.

Chibs threw an arm over Ellie’s shoulders and pressed her against his side. She found a haven in his chest and wept into his black vest, inhaling the smell of smoke and cologne with every sob.

“It gets better, Ellie.” He whispered, gently stroking her back. “I promise you, it does.”

Ellie looked up at him through wet eyelashes.

God, he’s even more handsome up close.

The scars on his cheeks roughened his features, but every time she looked at him, into his eyes, she found nothing but warmth.

Her eyes went down, stared at his mouth.

The next thing she knew, she was pressing their lips together.

They weren’t as soft as she had thought and his breath stank of cigarettes, but Ellie found the taste delicious, addictive, even. 

But it barely lasted. Chibs pushed her away and sprung up as if being grabbed by an invisible force.

“What the fuck, Ellie?” He walked to the other side of the room, rubbing his face with his palms, grunting into them. His arms fell to his sides as he shook his head. “Never do that again, you understand me?”

Life would do Ellie a huge favor if the floor split open and swallowed her whole.

Hot, red embarrassment grew in the pit of her stomach and exploded like a firework, spreading to her limbs.

She got to her feet and went for the door. She ran past Bobby, Clay, and everyone else, pushing the iron door of the bar open to run into the Californian summer heat.

She ran and kept running with no direction, thick tears streaming down her cheeks.

Chibs’ rejection had been the last straw. Now she knew for sure that not a single soul in Charming understood or cared for her.

Charming no longer felt like home. Her family no longer felt like home.

The idea that had crossed Ellie’s mind so many times started to materialize in front of her.

She had to run away.

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© epinebleue 2023-2024

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XMAS BINGO; Christmas Baking w/ Jax Teller

REQUESTED BY @oreillystolemyheart:

— ❄PAIRINGS: Jax Teller x F!Reader

 — ❄FEATURING: Y/n, Abel Teller, Thomas Teller, Jax Teller.

 — ❄SYNOPSIS:  Baking Christmas cookies with Jax and the kids turn into something else 

 — ❄WARNINGS: errors I missed, smut, sex, 18+, nsfw, kitchen sex, unprotected sex [wrap it before you tap it]

 — ❄w/c: 1045

 — ❄AUTHORS NOTE: this is either a special edition of HOHW or a standalone, depends on how you want to perceive it! Yes Christmas is over but I want to get these done so they don’t get put on hold again for Christmas in 2023 only five more to go

 — ❄DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT give consent/permission for my work to be copied and pasted on other platforms. HOWEVER, I highly encourage feedback, likes, reblogs, and comments.

Jax heard the sound of giggling coming from the kitchen, as he entered his house.

Smiling to himself, he closed the door. Locking it behind him.

He made his way toward the kitchen. Seeing Abel, Thomas and you making cookies. You were holding Thomas in your arm, while Abel was next to you. He was known you for a while now after meeting you at a gas station. Originally he was only going to use you as sex, but he found himself falling for you.

Jax leaned against the door frame. Watching you hold Thomas as you went to put the tray that had cookie dough in the oven. Abel stood by your leg. Holding onto your jeans as he watched in awe.

Jax smiled. His heart was warming at the scene.

Once you finished. You closed the oven door. Turning the timer and oven on. Then looking at Abel and Thomas.

“What should we do know?” You asked them. Abel shrugged his shoulders.

“How about we watch a movie?” You asked.

“Yes,” Abel excitedly spoke. He let go of your jeans, grabbing a hold of your hand instead. When you turned around, you saw Jax standing by the door frame. Making you jump a bit. He was smiling at Abel, Thomas and you.

Abel let go of your hand, rushing over to his father. Your heart swelled at the sight of Jax kneeling, so Abel could crash into him. wrapping his little arms around his father.

Thomas rested his head against your shoulder. Looking at his father with sleepy eyes. You already fed him, and changed him, so, it was time for him to have a nap.

Once Jax was done hugging his son Abel, he whispered something in his ear. Abel let go of his father and rushed out of the kitchen. You heard the sound of a door closing. Assuming Jax told him to go to his room.

You arched your eyebrow, as you looked at him. Jax got up. Walking over to you. He pressed a soft kiss against the top of your head. Lingering there for a second before pulling away. Making you smile softly. He then kissed the top of Thomas's head. Gently taking him from you. Telling you he would put him in his cot.

Jax left the kitchen, went to Thomas’s room, and put him gently into his crib. All the while you decided to clean up.

Jax left Thomas's room quietly. Closing the door gently and walking back to the kitchen. When he entered the kitchen your back was turned to him, as you washed the dishes.

Jax quietly snuck up to you. Wrapping his arms around your waist. You jumped in fright. Turning your head to look behind you. Smiling softly as you saw Jax.

“You scared me,” You spoke. Jax smirked at you. Looking at you intently. 

“I can make it up to you,” He smirked, eyes darkening with lust. Bringing his lips to your shoulders. Leaving a trail of kisses along your shoulder till he reached your neck. sucking harshly on your neck. Trailing his lips up to the shell of your ear.

You knew where this was going.

“What about the kids?” You asked.

“You will have to be quiet,” He responded. Turning you around to face him in one quick move. A gasp left your mouth but Jax silenced it with his mouth. Hands wandering up to boobs, grabbing them.

The kiss turned heated as he groped your boobs. In the heat of the kiss, clothes were ripped off, and lingerie and boxers were tugged off in a rush.  Both of you were left naked. Hands wandering all over each other’s bodies. Jax picked you up, putting you on the counter.

His tongue swipes your lower lip. Making you part your lips. His tongue slipped in between your lips. Both of you fighting for dominance. He won.

You were too preoccupied with the kiss, that you didn’t notice one of Jax’s hands wander off your body to grab his shaft. Guiding it to your heat.

Without so much of a warning, he entered you. Making you let out a gasp, while he let out a moan. Breaking the kiss. His head falls to your neck.

His hand cupped your mouth as he pulled out and entered you again. This time at a fast speed. He continued to thrust in and out of you. His moans were muffled by your neck, while your moans were muffled by his hand. Your hands grab his back. Fingernails digging into his skin. Legs wrapped around his waist.

That only caused Jax to groan. Continuing to thrust into you rougher.

Pleasure courses through your body. Your toes curled as he hit your G-spot with every thrust. Every once in a while he would leave rough kisses on your neck.

Your head tilted back as he kept thrusting into you roughly, at a fast speed. His hands on your waist holding in tight. You knew you would have bruises. But you didn't care.

You tried to quiet your moans but struggled to do so. Though Jax’s hand was still covering your mouth.

With every thrust, your body burned with pleasure. Walls clenching around his cock.

Jax removed his mouth from your neck, trailing kisses to your ear.

Praising you as he thrust into you.

With his praises and thrusts, You could feel the familiar sensation form in the pit of your stomach.

With a few more thrusts your orgasm arises. Tears of pleasure spilled from your eyes. As a strong wave of pleasure washed over your body, Moaning his name loudly as you came hard, but it was muffled by his hand on your mouth.

Jax thrust into you a few more times before his climax hit him, moaning lowly into your ear, as you came down from your high, causing you to whimper. Jax’s stilled in you as he spilled his seed inside of you.

He moved his hand away from your mouth, replacing it with his mouth as he kissed you roughly. He pulled away making you gasp. Eyes opened as you looked at him. His eyes were dark with lust still.

“I love you,” He spoke softly.

“I love you too,” You responded quietly…

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