#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

[silverflameataraxia]

[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. ♥

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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!

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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.”

[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.

[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?”

[cregansgf]

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

[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

[epinebleue]

i can fix him (no really i can) (m) (chibs telford) | 03

“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, gemma being a bitch (what’s new), chibs (43) and ellie (24) having a moment...

author’s note: are we ready for the spice in the next chapter or what?

tag list: @daphnen21

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Charming, 2008

Looking back, perhaps Eloise had been naïve to think she would never set foot in Charming again.

That vow had been made by a stubborn teenager, adamant to forget her last name and what it meant to carry it. For a while, she had kept the promise, and with the passing of years Charming became a fading memory of a time marked by heartbreak and sorrow.

But the phone had rung in the middle of the night, and a voice Ellie knew all too well traveled through the speaker. She could barely understand a word, the person on the line weeping and drunk. He was slurring his words, but she understood him nevertheless.

Wendy, overdosed, baby, prematurely.

Jax had asked to go back, and as much as she hated the world she had been born into, she would never abandon her big brother in times like that.

She couldn’t travel on the very same day, Ellie explained, as she had a life she would’ve to put on hold. She promised, and Jax believed her, that she would catch a flight as soon as she had everything figured out.

And just like that, Ellie found herself once again in the familiar streets of the town that had watched her grow up.

Charming had barely changed: the small shops her family frequented were still there, even the little barber shop her father was a loyal customer of. Ellie could still remember the smell of shaving cream and tobacco…

The knot in her throat tightened as the cab passed the repair shop with the sign “Teller-Morrow”. It was crazy to think she had given it the middle finger from the bus that would drive her off to a new life almost six years ago.

It wasn’t until Ellie saw the entrance of her childhood home that she struggled to breathe.

The exterior had been painted green and the steps had been fixed. Other than that, everything looked the same.

A boy with bright, blonde hair stepped out of the house and ran in her direction as she stepped out of the cab. The next thing she knew, Ellie was being crushed in her brother’s arms. She giggled, patting Jax’s patched back, the leather hot against her palm.

“You’re choking me, idiot.”

Jax didn’t let go. Neither did she. Maybe they hadn’t known how much they needed that hug right until then.

“Thank you.”

Ellie smiled fondly at her brother’s muttered words, which brought tears to her eyes.

Everyone thought her problems had been solved the moment she abandoned Charming, but she was still a young girl away from home, afraid of having taken the worst decision of her life as she tried to fall asleep in the most sketchy motel room she had ever seen.

She still needed her older brother and her mother. She even missed Clay, his frown, and even his authoritative tone.

She used to get in booths, hesitant. If she rang home, would they answer? If she asked for help, would they show up? She ended up hanging up the phone every time. The moment she heard Jax’s voice, she would beg him to pick her up.

Remember why you’ve done this in the first place, Ellie would tell herself, you’re better on your own, you’ve always been.

“Always.”

Jax helped Ellie unload her luggage from the taxi and, side by side, they carried the suitcases to the house.

“There she is.” The sole sound of his voice brought tears to Ellie’s eyes. There was Piney, sitting in a chair, his oxygen bottle right beside him. “My little princess Charming.”

The old man got up with a grunt, opening his arms big, and Ellie allowed herself to be engulfed by them. All of a sudden, she was twelve again and spitting venom against her mother and Clay, crying on the shoulder of the man she truly thought of as a father figure after the loss of her own.

“I’ve missed you.” Ellie said, her voice cracking. “So much…”

So many emotions in such a short period and jet lag wasn’t a good combination.

Clay got up from the armchair at the back of the room and locked eyes with her. Ellie wouldn’t be honest if she said she hadn’t dreamt of that moment a million times.

“You’re big.” He said, a strange spark in his eyes. Ellie swore she could see pride behind them. “And beautiful.”

“Thank you, Clay.”

For the first time in years, she stood in front of him as an equal. She wasn’t a rebellious teenager and he wasn’t an iron-fist stepfather anymore, just two adults with a history.

Ellie was an independent, grown woman who had made it.

And so, when Clay smiled at her, Ellie took it like a white flag waving in the air.

Gemma hadn’t changed a lot in six years. 

Her mother’s hair was pitch black and long when she left. It was shorter now, with yellowish-blonde stripes from the middle to the tips.

She observed Gemma from the door frame. It hurt that, after all those years, she had to be the one to come to her mother and not the other way around, like it should be.

But that was Gemma, after all.

“I arrived, mom.”

The woman finished stirring whatever was in the pot and covered it with a lid. Then, she turned around.

The last time Ellie had stared at those eyes, she was screaming she would leave town and never come back. Jax had told her to not be stupid, because where would she go at seventeen with no money? Gemma, on the other side, hadn’t said a word. She just stared at Eloise, her only daughter, as if she were just an annoying little girl throwing yet another tantrum.

“I heard you in the living room.” Gemma smirked and put one of her hands on her hip. “I thought I’d never see you again. What happened?”

Ellie frowned at her question, unable to process how soon her mother had launched an attack.

“Jax told me he needed me.” Only when her nails dug into the palms of her hands did she realize that they were clenched in a fist. Ellie quickly tried to calm herself down, inhaling and exhaling. “That’s what happened.”

“I guess you finally understand what it means to be loyal to your family.”

Ellie scoffed, narrowing her eyes.

“I find it hard to believe that you, out of all people, know what the word loyal means, mom.”

For a second, Ellie could see the shock in Gemma’s face. The woman nodded slowly, taking in her daughter’s words.

“You haven’t changed at all, have you?”

“I have.” Ellie straightened her back like she used to do when younger, ready to turn around and leave. “Your head is just too far up your ass for you to notice.”

Gemma was a terrible mom but an excellent cook.

Ellie sat beside Jax with a full stomach and a full heart. It was weird, being surrounded by her family again, especially when she thought that the friends she had made along the way would be the only family she knew from then on.

The rest of the club had appeared soon after she had arrived, carrying colorful balloons and “welcome home” signs.

And amid all the familiar faces, Chibs stood out.

He had hugged her, like everybody else. He had told her he was happy to see her, like everybody else.

Yet another proof that everything Ellie thought he felt for her years ago was a mere delusion fed by her teenage mind.

“Are you tired?” Jax leaned in to whisper when he saw her yawn.

“A bit.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take you to my place early.”

“Uhm, actually… I’m staying in a hotel.” Ellie hugged herself, feeling uncomfortable all of a sudden. “I’ve rented a room.”

Jax frowned at her. Ellie wondered if he was surprised or hurt.

“I thought the plan was to stay with me, at my house.”

“I’m just here to visit, Jax. I don’t want to interfere with your daily life.”

“Don’t worry, Jax.” Gemma said from across the table, holding her glass of wine close to her lips. She let out an obnoxious laugh. “We’re used to being frozen out.”

Ellie burst before she could even register what she was saying.

“Wow, you can’t keep anything to yourself, can you?”

“Drop it, you two.” Clay intervened, knowing exactly where the situation would go if he let it be dragged further. “It’s okay, Ellie. I can drive you later.”

The table fell silent. Ellie couldn’t believe she had just snapped like that again when she had been less than twenty-four hours around her mother. She thought she would be able to control her temper better than that. Had those expensive therapy sessions been completely useless?

“Dessert, anybody?”

Of course she would sweep anything under the rug like nothing happened, Ellie thought. The guests roared, accepting the treat, and a new conversation sparked among the club members.

Ellie took advantage of it to grab the pack of cigarettes and lighter from her purse, slipping away to the front garden.

The sun was setting, turning the world orange, and a gentle breeze was starting to spring up when Ellie lit up a cigarette. The door behind her opened and she turned around, startled by the noise, only to see Chibs walking down the steps and towards her.

In silence, he stood by her side and lit up his cigarette. Ellie let out a soft laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“How come every time I’m upset you’re the first one to come to me?”

Ellie observed Chibs from the corner of her eye. Chibs took a drag of his cigarette, a smoke cloud billowing out his mouth like a freight train through a small town.

“Guess some things never change, right, lass?” Chibs muttered, his thick accent coming through, as always.

“No, they don’t.” Ellie sighed, her eyes lost on the horizon, where the sun was beginning to give way to darkness. “Especially not in Charming.”

The shorter hair, the gray hairs beginning to show, and the beard seemed to add weight to his face. However, he looked as good as she remembered, as if time had turned him into a more attractive version just to torture her.

“We have a conversation pending.” Chibs suddenly said, his deep voice cutting through the air.

Ellie froze in place, horrified. If there was something she wanted to forget, it was that moment. The shame of that day had been too big to face it again.

“Oh…” She said, letting out the smoke slowly, trying to control her breathing. “I thought you wouldn’t remember.”

“When a young girl kisses you, runs away and disappears for six years… you don’t forget it, believe me.”

Chibs’ eyes were fixed on Ellie, a mix of nostalgia and something else she couldn’t quite decipher behind them.

Ellie looked down, playing with the cig between her fingers. Her stomach hurt and she had the urge to throw up.

“It was stupid of me to do what I did.” She muttered, unable to utter the word kiss. “I was upset.”

Chibs observed her for a while in silence, as if measuring his words. “Was that all?”

Ellie felt the air tighten in her chest. She thought she had finally learned not to wish for the impossible. But she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more behind his question.

“Should there be more?”

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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

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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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Don’t Ever Change ❤️‍🔥🎄

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You’re laying on the hood of your car in your garage, legs resting against Happy’s shoulders and your knickers pulled down to your knees. Carollers can be heard in the distance singing Silent Night, their voices an unexpected yet beautiful soundtrack to this wild moment.

Happy’s grip tightens on your thighs as he increases the pace of his thrusts, his rough hands on your skin driving you crazy. A few moments later, his movements stop, having just noticed a stray tear fall down your cheek. “Are you crying?” he mutters, looking concerned, but a small smile appears when you look at him and giggle.

“I can’t help it,” you laugh, wiping the tears away. “Carol singers just make me emotional for some reason.”

He chuckles softly, brushing a kiss against your lips. “You’re something else, babe.”

You give him a teasing grin. “What can I say? I’m unique.”

Happy laughs in response as he starts moving again, lifting your legs higher. “And I love that about you. Don’t ever change.”