#chibs fanfiction

[theangelssing]

Good Evening

prompt: after a hard day with SAMCRO, Chibs could really use a shower, a dinner and your presence. Nothing else but a sweet evening with his s/o.

gender neutral!reader, third pov, Chibs & reader are a couple, reader is friend with Sons of Anarchy, 820 words

warnings: mention of blood, mc’s activites, nudity, smoking, drinking (wine) allusion of sexual activity, age gap, physical touch (romantic way)

a/n: small fluffy imagine with Chibs just bc I love him; don’t hesitate to send request for every character you want (:

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“Babe I’m home,” you heard Chibs’ voice across the small apartment you two shared. You got up from your bed you were sitting on and you came to meet a slightly bloody Chibs. “Not mine,” he just whispered as he saw you looking at him.

“You wanna talk ‘bout it?” you simply asked while you both were heading to the bathroom.

“Nope. Right now I want you and me in the shower,” he replied with a grin, which made you laugh.

“You never stop,” you said and he shook his head.

“Never, babe.”

Chibs kissed you, already undressing himself. You did the same, and the both of you went under the hot water. You were used to Chibs’ activities with the Sons of Anarchy. In fact, you were used to the charter’s activities. So when Chibs would returned at home all bloody after a day, you would not freaked out or complained. You would always stayed there for him if he wanted to talk, but you would never pushed him, only doing whatever the two of you wanted to enjoy your evenings.

After your shower Chibs was only wearing a towel around his hips while you were already wearing your pyjamas.

“What d’you want for dinner?” you asked him.

“Ye,” he replied, a crooked grin on his lips.

“Again? You sure you can handle that many rounds?” you were only playing with him, of course.

“Love, I migh’ be more than 15 years older than ya but I still can show ya who’s the boss here.”

He gave you a kiss and a small slap on one of your butt cheek, making you laugh.

“To be honest I’ll eat whatever’s left in the fridge and the cupboards. I think ya’ll need to run some errands tomorrow if it’s alright for ya.”

“Yeah no prob’ I’ll do it.”

You smiled softly, already busy finding what to cook. You knew Chibs could also cook, but sometimes you just like being the one cooking. While you were busy making dinner, Chibs would usually set the table and poured a glass of wine for the both of you, the smell of his smoke blending with the smell of the food.

After having put some sweat pants on, Filip returned in the kitchen, dinner almost ready. You didn’t do anything fancy, only spaghetti, but that was always great for him after a day working with the club. You put the plate before him as he was turning the tv on. You sat next to him and he gave you your glass of wine.

“What d’ya wanna watch?” Chibs asked.

“Let’s watch Pride and Prejudice!” you immediately replied.

“Again? Isn’t it like the third time in two month we watch it?”

“Yeah but I love it,” you said with big pleading eyes.

“‘kay but next time I’m the one choosin’ the movie.”

You smiled and went to put the dvd in the player.

It was your little habit. Just you two and a movie night, relaxing together. Of course Chibs loved to spend the night at the clubhouse but sometimes he was better alone with you than with the club. And sometimes he also loved having you around at the clubhouse. It all depended on his moods, yours, the day you both had. And right now, spending some time with your loved one, felt like the perfect evening.

“Aye, can’t get enough of that movie, can ye?” Filip put an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him as the movie just finished.

“I’m sure you love it too,” you joked.

“Kinda have too, after havin’ watch it that many times.”

Chibs laughed then kissed you and you went deeper in his embrace. You smelt his cologne mixed with the smoke and you felt at home.

He let a hand running through your hair and you stared at the paused screen in front of you. The black background was letting you see yourself in Chibs’ arms. You also could see his disturbed face and look.

“What’s going through that head of yours?” you asked, brushing his cheek with your nose.

“Too many things, babe. Don’t wanna upset ya with the club’s shit.” He kissed your forehead. “Jax’s a good president, I trust him enough.”

You nodded and kissed his cheeks. He lit a cigarette and you looked at him, only to meet his gaze on you.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothin’. Ye’re cute. What if we go to bed?” Chibs asked, a small and soft smile on his lips. You agreed and you both put an end – in your bedroom – to another crazy day.

You knew a small evening with you in his arms could make Chibs’ day better, so that’s what you did tonight. With him, you never felt the need to ask him about his day or about the club’s activities because he was the one to talk to you when he needed to.

[filipfuckingtelford]

The Forbidden Fruit. Remastered. Part 1.

Chibs x Reader fanfiction. Obviously.

I wrote the previous version long ago, now it seemes too short and flat to me. So I decided to write the new version.

Y/N is Clay and Gemma's daughter. Club's princess. Everyone in the club loves her and she treats everyone nice and caring as well. Chibs was seeing her growing up and never noticed what a beautiful yound woman she became. Untill one night.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 In Flames bonus

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It was all the same. Every night was pretty much the same after another tough day. When another fight was over and everyone was back to their families or having fun with another croweater in one of the dorms, Chibs was staying alone at the bar, a bottle of scotch being his only company. Bottle of scotch was his best friend in times like this, when he felt alone, broken and vulnerable. Just like tonight.

Sons's warehouse where they used to store their guns was now destroyed, they needed a new place and needed to find a way to replace the damaged weapons they were supposed to sell. It was frustrating long day and Chibs wanted nothing more than to have some peace and some rest.

In nights like this when things went ugly he felt lonely. He had a family once but it was all gone. Chibs knew there's no chance for him to find anyone special here. He tried but he just didn't feel anything. It's been eleven years since he moved to Charming, he moved on, Fiona wasn't his wife anymore. It wasn't that he couldn't forget her. It was just... his heart seemed dead. Yet sometimes he was dreaming of someone to sooth his pain after another busy day. To wait for him to come home from another ride.

After couple of years of living in Charming Chibs even bought a small house as he hoped that one day he'll have a new family. But it never happened. And the house was empty, half-furnished, forgotten. It was exactly how Filip felt. And he couldn't force himself to live there, staying in one of the rooms in the clubhouse.

He poured some scotch to his glass and downed it with one gulp wondering why he even needed a glass for that. Chibs lit a cigarette and took a deep drag allowing the mixture of alcohol and smoke burn down his throat. Anything worked to make him feel alive. That was when he heard the footstpes from behind. It was too light for one of his brothers, so he first thought it was one of croweaters looking for some more fun. He felt tensed. Chibs didn't want any of them to interrupt his inner conversation about his life. As he heard the voice though he raised his brows surprised.

"What are you doing here alone?" Y/N asked as she came closer and landed on the bar stool next to him. Chibs glanced at her still surprised.

"I should be asking ye this, lass" He smirked. Y/N... Clay's daughter. Club's princess. She had everyone in the club wrapped around her little finger, she could make Happy act like a fluffy puppy with her. She could make Tig forget all his cheesy comments and treat her as a lady. She made Juice blush and mumble. Clay adored her allowing her pretty much everything. And Chibs... they hardly ever spoke to each other. He remembered her being only nine when he first came to Charming and it seemed to him that she was scared of him with his scars and gloomy face. So he was trying to avoid her, to not bother her. And Y/N never was searching for his company. Until tonight.

"I've stayed at the clubhouse, I do it every now and then when dad's too busy. And mom doesn't mind it" Y/N smiled at him. Soft, soothing, calming. That's what her smile was. "I just love the way this place becomes quiet and peacefull at nights"

"Aye... I love it either" Chibs nodded as he glanced at Y/N who grabbed a bottle of beer for herself. She was underaged for drinking but who was he to forbid it to her?

"So that's why you're staying here alone?" She asked watching him carefully. It made him look away. Her eyes were reaching to his heart, as if she could see right through his disguise.

"Mostly. I just needed something to ease my nerves after today" Chibs shrugged looking at the bottle of scotch infront of him.

"Tough day?" Y/N moved a bit closed together with the chair that was too heavy and her move was a bit awkward, causing Chibs to smile slightly. She didn't care though.

"Aye" He nodded and finally looked at her again. Her bright green eyes were right infront of him. Looking right to his soul.

"You're sad" Y/N stated. It wasn't even a question. She just knew it. And Chibs didn't want to hide it.

"I am, lass" He admitted and took a sip from the bottle.

"Why?" She asked and Filip knew he was going to answer as it was.

"I feel lonely" He shrugged still feeling her watching him. There was not a single chance for Chibs to hide anything from this girl. He just couldn't and had not a single idea why.

"Lonely?" Y/N raised her brows and looked around "This place is infested with croweaters ready to make you feel good in any way you want it"

Chibs choked with another gulp of scotch. Such a young lass wasn't supposed to say something like this. But she did and it made him realise she was not a child anymore. Filip looked at Y/N and saw it finally for the first time. She was a young woman. Gorgeous, amazing. And she was teasing him now, just a bit, to lighten the mood. If he could blush he definetely would.

"Gosh... not this kind of lonely!" Chibs laughed quietly and shook his head. If he'd wanted a one night stand he could've easily find it here in the clubhouse. But it just wasn't for him. He needed something real.

"What kind of lonely then?" Y/N wanted to make it clear for herself. She obviously had no doubts he'd tell her everything. The confidence in her voice and her eyes made Chibs wonder how could he miss all of it happening to her. She was a child once and all of a sudden now he finally saw her the way she was.

"Ye see" Chibs turned to her, looking into her eyes. It made him nervous and Y/N seemed to stay calm as he continued "After another long day I see my brothers coming back to their families and all I have is... well, this. Staying up with a bottle of scotch, sleeping in the dorm here in the clubhouse. Like I've moved on from my past but still didn't reach my present not talking about the future. I don't even have anyone to talk to."

Here it was, in several words he described exactly how he felt. Chibs didn't know if she would understand and he couldn't look at Y/N. Then he felt it. Her small fingers grabbing his roughened palm, squeezing it gently.

"You can always talk to me if you want, Filip" Y/N said, all the teasing gone. She was caring about him and Chibs could hardly understand why.

The sensation of hearing his name from her was too much. It sent electricity down his body, made him look at her with a silent question in his eyes. Why did she call him by his real name? He haven't heard it for ages.

"Why do ye want to waste yer time talking to me?" Chibs finally asked.

"It's not wasting my time" Y/N gave him the softest of smiles "You are the part of this family and I care about everyone here"

Just like this. He was just a part of the family. Chibs didn't know why it bothered him. But being just a part of the family wasn't what he needed. He couldn't blame Y/N for caring about everyone who was the part of the club though.

"Aye, I am" He nodded. She let go of his palm and Chibs took another gulp from the bottle. "Tell me, how do ye see yer future?"

He was curious to know what did she want from life. Such a young, delicate lass. Club could be dangerous yet she seemed to like it. And he was wondering why.

"I... I don't know, Filip" Y/N looked up at him, her cheek against her palm, her elbow resting on the bar counter "I love this club. I wish I could one day be patched. But I know it's not an option. So I will just stick around, taking care of the family just like mom does"

"Ye know life is dangerous around here?" Chibs narrowed his eyes as he turned to look at her.

"I know, yes. But I just love it" Y/N shrugged "I see how connected you all are. And I know it means alot"

"Aye, lass. It does" Chibs agreed as he lit another cigarette.

"This thing gonna kill you" She admitted and made him laugh again. She could do it so easily.

"I can teach ye to shoot. And ride a bike" Chibs offered. He wasn't supposed to, but somehow he knew Y/N wanted it and he didn't mind to be the one to teach her.

"I'd love to" She smiled obviously excited about the idea. Then she glanced at her watch and back at Chibs "You better go have some sleep. I heard dad was telling you to be ready for the run in the morning"

"He did, so ye're right I guess. Ye want me to give ye a lift back home?" Chibs stood up and looked down at Y/N but she shook her head.

"I'm good, I'll stay at Jax's room. He's home with Tara so I can sleep there" Y/N stood up as well "Good night, Filip" she said with a soft smile and headed towards the room.

"Goodnight, lass" Chibs replied and downed the bottle before he left to his room as well now ready to sleep. Somehow with this simple talk Y/N could calm him down, sooth his pain and bring him peace.

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Since then they've been seeing each other from time to time when Y/N was staying at the clubhouse for the night and on some peacefull days. He was teaching her to shoot and ride a bike and no one seemed to stand against it. Y/N was having all the club at her service so there was no surprise Chibs did what she wanted. For him though it was something special. Every moment they've spent together meant so much for him and he couldn't evern explain himself why.

Y/N could easily make him laugh even when he felt low. She was taking the pain away with only her presence and it made Chibs wonder how could he never notice it.

The reason for the influence Y/N had on Chibs was found in couple of months after their first conversation. It was another party at the clubhouse and he was sitting by the bar as usual, watching his brothers and the rest of people having fun. He spotted Y/N the moment she entered the room. It made him gasp, the way she looked. Wearing high heels and short dress, her long dark hair wild and free. It was so different from her usual clothes - jeans, sneakers and t-shirts. Chibs felt his blood rushing through his veins as he was looking at her. But he couldn't accept the sudden realization just yet. He couldn't feel this for Y/N, she was off limits, he was twice her age. It just couldn't happen.

Y/N meanwhile approached Juice who was messing with the music box, trying to make it play the song he wanted. The boy blushed as she greeted him, it always happened when Y/N was around and usually Chibs was making fun of his younger brother, teasing him for it. Now though Filip felt a sudden wave of anger and... jealous? It couldn't be, he was too reasonable to allow himself feel anything like this about Y/N.

But he saw her taking Juice's hands and leading him to the dance floor and felt another bite of jealosy in his chest. Chibs hated seeing Y/N being with someone else even if it didn't mean anything. He turned away from the dancefloor and rubbed his eyes tired.

"Jesus Christ" Filip mumbled to himself as he was trying to come to terms with the discovery he had about himself. For years his heart was silent and now it woke up and was speaking louder than ever before. And from all women he met in his life it was for Y/N. The only woman Chibs couldn't have.

Soon enough Y/N came up to him and leaned against the bar counter, her breath heavy after dancing. Smiling gently she looked up at him.

"Are you having fun?" She asked, making him smirk in a bitter way.

"Aye. Kinda" Chibs replied as he looked at her, feeling his heart race. She was stunning, tempting, she was making his body react instantly with only one look at her. Yet all of it had to be kept in secret. Not only she was off limits because of her father. He was sure such a young beauty would never look at him in this way.

"Kinda?" Y/N frowned and moved closer to him, her shoulder against his "You can't trick me, Filip. What's going on?"

'YOU' was what his mind crying out. But Chibs only shook his head and gave her a smile. If he was good at something it was hiding his feelings from everyone, wearing a mask of tranquility and confidence.

"I'm just tired, lass. Don't worry" Filip finally said looking down at her.

Y/N was so close, her bright eyes looking right into his heart, her pouty lips so tempting, her breath still havy as she was trying to calm down after dancing. With Juice. Was it just an innocent dance or something more? He clenched his jaws and swallowed. The mixture of excitement from her presence and jealous from her flirting with Juice was almost unbearable.

"Okay, Filip... I won't bother you then" Y/N said finally, she grabbed two bottles of beer from the bar and went away.

Chibs turned to see her and as he feared he saw her on the couch, talking to Juice and laughing. He thought that maybe he offended Y/N with hiding something from her. But she was obviously having fun and Filip couldn't force himself to watch it longer. He grabbed the bottle from the bar and made his way to the dorms to hide, allowing Y/N to have fun. He knew Juice would never touch her for the same reason, she was off limits and everyone in the club knew it. But it couldn't make jealous go.

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Next time when they could talk was in couple of weeks. Chibs was mostly on the runs and hardly spent couple of hours in the clubhouse except for sleeping. The more he was thinking about Y/N the more he knew there was no chance for him to get rid of the feelings he had for her. No matter how much he tried to avoid it he fell for her and couldn't help it. Every time he saw her, his heart was missing a beat and then racing faster. But he knew perfectly well that he had to hide it deep in his heart and he did.

That night he was in his room when he heard some noise outside in the main hall of the clubhouse. Chibs took his gun and went to see what was going on. It was Y/N, she was searching for something in the bar.

"What are ye doing, lass?" Chibs asked as he put his gun down and came closer to her.

"Looking for a drink!" Y/N turned to him and he noticed her eyes were red and swollen.

"Come here, Y/N. Tell me what happened. Drinking is not the best decision" Chibs shook his head frowned and came up to her.

He touched her shoulder with his palm and it made Y/N immediately lean into his touch, wrap her arms around his waist and hide her face on his shoulder. Chibs hugged her, tight and carefully, allowing her to cry. And she did. He didn't know the reasons but he decided to give her time. Holding Y/N in his arms was so good, even though he felt bad about the girl being so upset he couldn't help it. She was so small, so delicate, the warmth of her body setting him on fire instantly. But Chibs was only holding her, his palm gently petting her hair.

"I'm sorry" Y/N sobbed as she finally pulled away from his arms wiping tears from her cheeks and not looking at Chibs.

"Ye don't need to. Tell me what happened, lass? Someone hurt ye?" He asked, almost begged. Filip needed to help her somehow, comfort her. "Come ere"

He took her palm and led her towards the couch, making her seat down and landing next to her. Y/N didn't protest at all, it was obvious how upset she was, how insecure and vulnerable she felt. She raised her eyes at him and sighed.

"It's mom and dad. They made me go to college in San Francisco" She whispered, tears falling down her face again.

Chibs saw how hard it was for her to say it out loud. And he felt his heart breaking. She will move away, have new life, new friends. One day she will meet some fancy guy and forget about the club. Those images were invading his mind, fear consuming him. But it wasn't the right time now. He needed to comfort Y/N.

"Christ, lass" Chibs sighed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, holding her closer, wiping her tears with the other hand "Big city might be fun for ye. You'll have new friends, new interesting life. Safer than this one here"

"I don't want it, Filip. I don't want to go, I don't want any other life" Y/N sobbed again, trying to lean closer as if she felt safer in his arms "I told you, I love this club, this people"

"I know. But ye will see, once ye meet new friends, have classes, ye will love it. And ye can always come back here after ye graduate" Chibs kept talking, trying to support her, make her look different at the situation, but god only knew how hard it was for him when the only thing he really wanted was to beg her to stay.

"Everyone here likes me, and there I will be all alone" Y/N whispered. She wasn't crying anymore but she was scared and uncertain and all Chibs could do was to reassure her.

"It won't take long for everyone there to love ye, lass. Ye're kind, beautiful, clever young girl. Ye will have so many new friends there" Filip whispered and pressed his lips against her foreherad, it was all he allowed himself to do.

They've been talking for awhile more, Y/N still confused, but the more Chibs was supporting her, the more she was curious about this new life she could have. Big city, lots of opportunities. Filip knew it was right for her to stay away from the club, it was getting too dangerous. But it was breaking his heart, he knew he will have to learn to live without her around. Chibs only started feeling alive again and soon the light of his life would be taken away from him.

Soon Y/N fell asleep, exhausted with all the emotion she had experienced that evening. Chibs lifted her carefully and went to Jakson's room where he carefully put her on the bed and covered her with blanket. He wanted to kiss her now more than ever knowing that soon he will lose her. But Filip only kissed her forehead again and it made her smile in her sleep. Then he left the room.

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She was leaving tomorrow. In past two weeks they had no chance to talk. Y/N was busy with packing up and Chibs had handfull of club issues. He knew it would be early in the morning when Y/N will come to the clubhouse to say goodby and he hoped to have a chance to see her.

"Chibs, I need you and Happy to visit Tacoma chapter. They have some problems there and need our help" Clay found him in the workshop where he was hiding to have some time to think.

"Aye. When?" Deep in his thoughts, Chibs didn't really pay attention to what Clay said untill he heard the answer.

"Now. Happy is ready, waiting to you" Clay shrugged "Call me if you need more people there"

Chibs nodded and went to his room to get ready for the run. He wanted to ask Clay to send someone else but there was no reason for that except for Y/N and he couldn't tell about her. So all he could do was put his cut on, go to the parking and leave toghether with Hap.

They were on the road for several hours when the sunrise lightened the skyes. It was around 6 am, the time when Y/N was supposed to leave. Chibs couldn't be there, couldn't say goodbye and he had no idea if he'll ever see her again. Watching the road ahead he felt his eyes blurring with tears.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

thinking about chibs telford refer to himself as old man during sex.. 18+

fem!reader, mdni. cw. implied age gap. 'old man' in the dirty, dilfy way, not club way

the position he’s got you in is simple, quite comfortable really: laid flat on your stomach, side of your face resting on tightly crossed arms. a scrunched pillow sits under your stomach, acting as a prop of elevation for chibs.

he cages over you from behind, arms bent beside yours, lips ghosting the shell of your ear from the closeness. his slow and laboured rhythmic breathing matches the pace of his leisure fucking — the focus on depth and feel rather than the speed. every small, half wind of his hips produces the faintest of exhales from you both, your blissed sounds merging and muffling. 

every slight bump of his cock into your cunt moves you, the pair of you fluid in motion, moving like tiny waves against the bed. your ankles cross and lift as your knees bend, another point of elevation tightening your pussy’s hold on chibs.

“aye, wee lassie,” he murmurs at the new feel, muttering into the patch of skin behind your ear. “not gon’ last,” he adds between a couple pumps, pressing a needy littler of kisses to where he just spoke — beard skimming the sensitive spots along the back of your bare shoulder.

his pace quickens ever so slightly, barely noticeable really. but it’s as if he’s chasing the edge. his chest brushes up against your back with the subtle increase of speed, strands of his greying hair falling from the pushed back position and mixing with yours below.

“you gon’ come with your old man?” he asks, the question practically rhetorical — no need for a vocal answer. voice low and accent thick as he whispers directly into your ear. “aye?” he hums, waiting for acknowledgement and nipping at the lobe of your ear.

you muster a nod, the motion rather haste. a measly whine accompanies the action and your eyes flutter closed. with his hands planted just in your view, his fingers only a short couple inches away — you reach for his hand. and when he feels your touch, he’s lifting a palm to place atop the back of your hand, fingers lacing into yours. 

you clench around him intermittently, your breathing hitching and growing all the more strained with every rock of his cock. 

“yer right there, aren’t yer, lovie?” he muffles into your hair, his forehead resting on the side of your head — strength in his neck seeming to be lost.

“yeah,” you murmur, the whinge following the word is rather pathetic.

his grip tightens on your hand, knuckles whitening atop of yours. “then let go.”

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id actually give my last £7.42 to spend a night with this man. pls man you’re my fav scot PLS. fully prepared for no one to read this bc have never spoken about him on my page before

[tinyshyteacup]

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❤️‍🔥 🥰 🖤

S M U T F L U F F A N G S T

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Please read and heed the warnings. Some content will become 18+ warnings posted on each individual chapter of story, suggestive content marked on individual chapters.

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• Sons of Anarchy •

Chibs 'Filip' Telford

• Scotch & Screams •

S T O R Y M A S T E R L I S T

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Clinging desperately to the back of a speeding Ducati, your screams should have been lost in the chaos of Charming.

Chibs Telford can't explain the pull he feels toward you and he finds himself breaking his own rules to discover who you are and why fate seems determined to intertwine your paths.

As the complicated world of SAMCRO threatens to engulf you, one question remains will you run from or straight toward the Scottish biker ?

Whiskey & Wee Things

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6 🥰

Part 7

Juan Carlos 'Juice' Ortiz

A Charming Detour

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7 🥰

Part 8 🥰

Part 9 🖤

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12 🖤

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20 🖤🥰

Part 21

Part 22 🥰

Part 23

Part 24 🥰❤️‍🔥

Part 25

Part 26 🥰❤️‍🔥 18+

Part 27

Part 28 🖤 *Tw: canon level racism*

Part 29

Part 30 🖤

Part 31 🖤

Part 32 🖤

Part 33 🥰

This Charming Life - Coming Soon 🥰

Part 1

Happy Lowman

Sugar, Spice & a Little Bit of Vice

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7 🖤

Part 8 🥰

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• Mayans MC •

Johnny 'Coco' Cruz

Spare Parts

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 🖤

Part 5

Part 6 🖤

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10 🖤 *TW: S work & implied SA threats*

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13 🖤 *TW: panic attack*

Part 14 🖤

Part 15

Part 16 🖤 *TW: SA (offpage, not described)*

Angel Reyes

Novel Attraction

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

SAMCRO vs Sunscreen

Love in Lockdown ❤️‍🔥 18+

No, no needles 🖤

I fuckin' dare you ❤️‍🔥 18+

Gun Cleaning ❤️‍🔥 18+

Thinkin' 🖤

Nightfall ❤️‍🔥

Clear Passages

Fight Good 🖤

The Biggest Crush 🥰

I'm fine Scotsman 🥰

Who Ye Are, Love 🥰

Need you girl ❤️‍🔥 18+

Husband, President

Bakery Girl's - Happy Bars RECIPE

Masterlist ||

[lunajay33]

Masterlist 2.0

Fluff>☆ Angst>꩜ Spicy>ꨄ︎ Suggestive>❀

Masterlist 1.0 Masterlist 3.0

Daryl Dixon🏹

{Pre-Apocalypse}

Too Young> ꩜☆

{Quarry Era}

Soulmate> ☆

Searching for You> ☆꩜ pt.2 pt.3

{Farm Era}

The Farmers Daughter> ꨄ︎

{Prison Era}

Future> ꩜☆

How to tell you I Love You> ☆

Bad Dream> ☆

{Alexandria}

Despair> ꩜

Where’s My Wife> ꩜☆

Am I Gonna Make It> ꩜☆

{Series}

Change->Part.8•Part.9•Part.10•Part.11

New World->Part.15

Suppose to be You->Part.1 Part.2 Part.3

Where are You->Part.1 Part.2 Part.3 Part.4 Part.5 Part.6 Complete

Negan Smith

{Saviours Era}

The Bad Guy> ❀

{Neighbour}

Crave> ☆❀

{Coach}

Just a Taste> ☆ꨄ︎

{Friends Dad}

Desires> ☆ꨄ︎

Sons of Anarchy

{Chibs Telford}

The Teller Girl> ꩜☆ꨄ︎ Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9 Complete

His Flower> ☆꩜ꨄ︎ Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5

{Happy Lowman}

The Lion & Lamb> ꩜☆ꨄ︎ Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

Are You Happy?> ☆

Secret> ☆

Been Waiting> ꩜☆

Too Long> ꨄ︎

{Happy&Kozik}

Not as Planned> ꩜☆ꨄ︎ Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5

Supernatural

{Sam Winchester}

New Addition> ꩜☆

Surprise> ☆

Fated> ꩜☆

{Dean Winchester}

Help> ꩜☆

{Castiel}

Secrets> ☆

{Sister}

Protect Me> ꩜

It Got Me> ꩜☆

Twilight

{Paul Lahote}

Destiny> ☆꩜ Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6

Pain> ꩜

The One> ☆

Why Me? Part.2

{Seth Clearwater}

My Beast> ☆

Valentines> ☆

Best Friend> ☆꩜

{Embry Call}

Desperate> ꩜☆

{Emmett Cullen}

Waiting> ☆꩜ Pt.2

{Felix Volturi}

It’s You> ☆꩜ꨄ︎ Pt.2

{Alec Volturi}

Am I Good Enough> ꩜☆

Acotar

{Azriel}

Struggle> ꩜☆

All in my Head> ꩜

Hold me> ꩜☆

My Princess> ꨄ︎☆

Overlooked> ꩜ Pt.2

{Cassian}

Innocent> ꨄ︎☆

A Part of Me> ꩜☆

Wrong Outcome> ꩜☆

{Eris}

The Deer and the Fox> ☆

Afraid> ꩜☆

{Kallias}

Drowning in your Love> ☆❀

{Eris & Azriel}

Never the Right Time> ꩜☆

Tvd

{Jeremy Gilbert}

Target> ꩜☆

{Klaus Mikaelson}

Against the Group> ❀☆

[etclouie]

hey, could i get 40 and 41 from the smut prompts with president chibs?

˚୨୧⋆｡ prompt/s; 40) “this isn’t what i had in mind when i yelled fuck you” and 41) “call me that again” — from 150 prompts

˚୨୧⋆｡ warnings; established relationship, husband!chibs x wife!reader, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie + chibs kinda gets reader to lick his fingers clean??, that’s it i’m pretty sure but if not lmk !

˚୨୧⋆｡ a/n; written with this oneshot and the whole fic in mind (tho this doesn’t align with the fic timeline for what i know it as)

— thank you for celebrating 600 with me || submissions are now closed

ever since Chibs had become president, he’d been more stressed than before— which led to more frequent arguments and disagreements between you both. 

which always led to makeup sex between you, like now. 

he had you sat at the edge of the table, your dress hiked up around your hips and your panties stuffed into his back pocket. 

his hips rocking slowly against yours as you clung to him, arms wrapped tightly around his neck as breathy moans fell from your lips. 

“i know baby”

he whispered, capturing your lips in a kiss as the coil in your belly wound tighter. his thrusts continued at their pace, while your cunt fluttered around him. 

a shaky groan fell from his lips, his forehead pressing to yours and his hands pawing at your hips to pull you closer. 

“this isn’t what i had in mind when i yelled fuck you”

you breathed out, which pulled a chuckle from him. watching him shake his head before he caught your lips again, pouring his need and desperation into the kiss. 

when your cunt clenched around him, it had him hissing. he knew you were both teetering on the edge by now, and he was determined to make you finish first. 

“know you’re there, cum f’me love”

he mumbled, pace picking up ever so slightly and pulling whinier moans from your lips. 

your cunt gripped him like a vice, the sounds of your coupling filling the room alongside your shared moans. 

he pressed his lips to yours again, his tongue moving against yours as he deepened the kiss—muffling your moans in the process as you toppled over the edge. 

cresting over the edge and your cunt gripping him tighter, another hiss leaving his lips as he broke the kiss. 

his head dropped to your shoulder as he chased after his own climax, his thrusts lacking their previous force as he grew closer and closer. 

“gonna finish inside, aye? then later ‘m all yours again”

he murmured against your neck, his voice strained and his cock throbbing inside you. you hummed in response, fingers brushing through his hair while you pressed a kiss to his temple. 

“whatever you say Mr. President”

you told, the words slipping in a teasing tone but you felt the way his hips rolled deeper at the name. 

your fingers in his hair pulled back to meet your eyes, and you hummed at the sight of his pupils blown wider with his lust. 

“call me that again”

he drawled, and it made a shiver run down your spine at the way his voice had dropped an octave. 

you quirked a brow at him but he nodded, capturing your lips in another kiss until you were whispering against his lips. 

“cum inside me Mr. President”

you told, not entirely sure what was doing it for him—but who were you to deny your husband?

he groaned again, his pace faltering once more before he toppled over the edge. his hands gripping tightly at your hips as he spilled himself inside you, followed by a breathy moan as your walls fluttered around him instinctively. 

“christ love”

he murmured, his forehead to your shoulder as his hips rolled slowly until they came to a halt. 

he stayed buried inside for a minute, basking in the throes of both of your climax’s before he reluctantly pulled out. 

a whine leaving you at the loss of him while he shushed you softly, tucking himself back into his jeans and kissing you softly in turn. 

you watched him take a step back before his left hand slid between your thighs, pushing his cum that had spilled from your cunt back into you in one smooth movement. 

lifting his hand from between your legs, his middle and ring finger pushed past your lips— a silent request for you to lick them clean of the remnants of his release. 

“prettiest fuckin’ thing”

he drawled and it had your face heating, almost shying under his gaze. 

you let his fingers fall from your lips, pulling off of the table and pressing a kiss to his lips. 

pulling away from him and grabbing your bag, calling out to him over your shoulder before you left. 

“need to pick up the baby, i’ll see you later Mr. President”

you teased and it had him shaking his head. already counting down the minutes until he got home to have you all to himself again. 

⋆˚࿔ reblogs are highly appreciated 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[ravennaortiz]

Please point me towards full SOA fics, I beg 😫. I MISS them and the Fandom.

I would love to!

These are just some of my fave stories( its so hard to choose cause i love them all) from each of these lovely writers in no particular order! I highly recommend checking out each of their masterlists! Some also have stories they are currently working on that are just as great as the completed pieces! Side note if I may suggest checking out the Mayans Fics/Fandom cause there is amazing writers and stories there too!

His Anchor-by @darqchilddaydreamz . Her Hoodie series is also amazing!

Stay Put and Shooting Stars by @drabbles-mc

Flower Crowns by @mysticalmallard

The Prospect of Affection and Different Kind of Knight by @withmyteeth

The Canvas Series and Worship At Your Alter by @bullet-prooflove

Love Me Like You Do by @mischiefnevermanaged89-blog

Marked and Love In the Rain by @etclouie

Skin and Bones by @samcrosfaith

Face the Consquences by @dallianceangel

The Flannel Stays On by @persephone411

What Lovers Do by @puffins-muffins

Under His Kutte and Flat to Filled by @laurfilijames

Chalk Drawings and Charming Life by @garbinge

Sundress by @violentdelightsandviolentends

My Dove by @kdogreads

Haunted by @juancarlos-ortiz

Bad Girlfriend and Rekindle by @marvelous-slut

Kuttes and Bruises by @secretlysamcro

Too Drunk To Fuck by @mystra-midnight

Your Mine by @cregansgf

Cooling Down by @little-horror-smut

Riding Home for Christmas by @berberriescorner

All Eyes on You by @rayslittlekitten

The Know How by @spaghettificationandpretzels

I hope this helps! These were all my brain could think of at the moment!

Love, R!

[mysticalmallard]

With their drunk girlfriend

Finally finished I have been working on this on and off for a few days as work has been really busy. I hope you guys enjoy it I am not sure what topic the next group drabble will be so let me know what you guys wanna see next ♥︎

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Chibs

Chibs looked across at his girlfriend as she laughed loudly at something one of club hangarounds had said. It was easy to see that she was thoroughly drunk, as she stumbled about and slurred her words. He watched her with a mixture of amusement and affection, shaking his head at how adorable she was when she got wasted.

As the night progressed, Chibs kept a watchful eye on her, making sure she didn't do anything stupid or get into any trouble. He even stepped in when some drunk guy tried to flirt with her.

By the time the club party came to an end, his girlfriend was stumbling around bumping into things. Chibs chuckled and steadied her, slinging her arm around his shoulders to support her.

"Come on, lass, you're wasted," he said, leading her towards the exit. She giggled and leaned heavily against him, her legs apparently made of jelly.

"I'm not drunk," she protested, slurring her words. "I'm just... a little impaired."

"Uh-huh, sure you are," Chibs said, humoring her. "Just hold on tight, okay?"

He guided her to the parking lot where his bike was parked. He helped her on to the back seat, making sure she was sitting securely. As he straddled the bike, she wrapped her arms drunkenly around his waist and rested her chin on his shoulder.

"Mmm, you smell good," she mumbled, nuzzling her face against his neck. "Like... leather and... and... danger."

Chibs chuckled and shook his head, starting up the engine. "And you smell like beer and trouble, lass."

The ride back to her house was slow and careful. Chibs kept a steady pace, mindful of the inebriated passenger clinging to him like a koala. She kept giggling and commenting on how fun it was to be on the motorcycle, her words a slightly slurred mess.

When they finally arrived at her house, Chibs dismounted and helped her off the bike. She stumbled a bit, but he caught her, holding her against his chest.

"We're here, love," Chibs said, a fond smile tugging at his lips. "You made it in one piece."

She looked up at him with glassy eyes, her face flushed from the alcohol and the wind. "I had the best night ever," she declared, grinning goofily.

He chuckled and shook his head again. "I'm glad you had fun, but you're going to have a hell of a headache in the morning."

He led her up to her porch, his arm around her waist to keep her steady. She leaned on him heavily, her steps uneven.

Once they got to her front door, he pulled her keys from her purse and slowly unlocked the door. He steered her inside, flicking on the lights as they entered the quiet house.

He helped her to the couch and sat her down. She immediately flopped onto the cushions, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

Chibs looked down at her, a mixture of amusement and concern on his face. "Stay there, okay? I'm gonna get you some water."

He disappeared into the kitchen, leaving her on the couch. He rummaged through the fridge, finding a bottle of water. When he returned to the living room, she was already fast asleep, her body sprawled across the cushions.

Chibs couldn't help but smile at the sight of her asleep. He knelt down next to the couch, taking a moment to study her face. She looked so peaceful, a stark contrast to the wild laughter and stumbling from earlier.

He carefully placed the water bottle on the table, then reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from her eyes.

He sat down on the edge of the coffee table, his gaze never leaving her. He knew he should probably leave her to sleep off the alcohol, but part of him didn't want to go. He liked being near her like this, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath.

After a few moments, he let out a soft sigh. Reluctantly, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Sweet dreams, love," he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur.

He stood up, giving her one last glance before reluctantly turning away. He switched off the lights as he left, shutting the front door behind him quietly.

Happy

Happy sat on the couch in his dimly lit apartment, holding a glass of whiskey, his eyes fixed on his girlfriend who was currently stumbling around, giggling to herself. She was clearly drunk, and had been for a while.

"Hey there, princess," he called out, setting his glass down on the table. "You need to sit down and rest before you fall down."

His girlfriend looked at him, her eyes half-lidded and glassy, a wide smile spreading across her face. "I'm fiiiine," she slurred, taking an exaggerated step forward, nearly tripping over her own feet. "I can totally walk."

Happy chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I've seen more coordination from a newborn deer," he said, standing up to approach her. "Come on, sit down before you hurt yourself."

His girlfriend pouted but didn't protest as he gently took her by the elbow and led her to the couch. She flopped down onto the cushions with a heavy sigh, looking up at him with a grin that was equal parts cute and ridiculous. "You worry too much," she said, waving a hand dismissively.

Happy sat down next to her, shaking his head again with a slight smile. "Maybe," he admitted, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close. "But someone's got to keep an eye on you when you get like this."

His girlfriend snuggled into him, resting her head on his chest and letting out a content sigh. "You're so comfy," she mumbled, her words slightly slurred. "Like a big ol' teddy bear."

Happy chuckled again, gently running his fingers through her hair. "That's me," he said, his tone both dry and affectionate. "Big Bad Biker Teddy Bear."

His girlfriend giggled, nuzzling her face against his chest. "Mmm, I love your chest," she said, her hand slowly snaking down to rest just above his belt buckle. "It's so... hard and muscley."

Happy raised an eyebrow, a devilish grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Is that so?" he said, his voice dropping a note lower. He gently took her hand in his, preventing her from moving it any lower. "You're very handsy when you're drunk."

His girlfriend pouted again, trying to pull her hand free, but Happy held it fast. "I'm always handsy with you," she whined, looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes. "Don't you like it when I touch you?"

Happy's grip on her hand tightened just a bit, enjoying the game. "I never said I didn't like it," he said, his voice a low rumble. "But you seem a bit too wasted to be playing those kinds of games right now."

His girlfriend huffed, looking for all the world like a petulant child being denied a treat. "I'm not that drunk," she protested, wriggling a bit in his lap.

"look I'll prove it" she said holding a hand up going to touch her nose with her pointer finger but misses completely.

Happy couldn't help but laugh at her failed attempt. "Yeah, you're definitely wasted," he said, amused. "If you can't even touch your own nose without missing, I think it's safe to say you're done for the night."

His girlfriend stuck her tongue out at him, a childish gesture made even cuter by her inebriated state. "You're no fun," she muttered, resting her head back against his chest. "You never let me have any fun."

Happy chuckled again, resuming his stroking of her hair. "Trust me, princess," he said, his voice dropping back to a deeper, huskier tone, "We can have plenty of fun when you're sober. And you'll remember it the next morning."

His girlfriend nuzzled against his chest again, her eyelids drooping as the alcohol began to pull her towards sleep. "Promise?" she mumbled, her hand once again trying to snake back towards his lap.

Happy gently moved her hand away again, though he couldn't help but smile at her persistence. "I promise," he said, his voice soft. "You get some rest, and we'll pick this up in the morning when you're not seeing double."

Jax

Jax glanced over at his girlfriend, who was slumped against his side, her eyes half-lidded and a goofy smile on her lips. She'd had a few too many drinks and was now completely wrecked. He couldn't help but chuckle seeing her like this.

"All right, come here," he said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer to him. He could feel her body sway slightly, her head lolling against his shoulder.

"Yurrrr so strong," she slurred, giggling.Jax rolled his eyes, his lips curling into a small grin.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm a big, strong man," he teased, gently patting her on the head. "Let's get you to bed, yeah? You're completely hammered."

He carefully helped her to her feet, keeping a tight grip on her as she wobbled. "Come on, babe. You're not walking anywhere like this." He guided her towards his dorm, one arm wrapped around her waist to keep her steady.

Once they were in the room, he sat her down on the edge of the bed with a soft thump, then knelt down in front of her to take off her shoes. "You're a real light-weight, you know that?" he teased as he slid them off her feet, setting them aside.

"Am NOT," she tried to protest, but the words didn't quite come out right. She wobbled again, nearly toppling forward before Jax caught her.

"Whoa, whoa, easy there. Don't go falling over now." He gently pushed her down onto the bed, helping her get comfortable amongst the pillows and blankets. He sat down on the bed next to her, watching her with a mixture of fondness and amusement.

She let out a contented sigh as she settled, her eyes fluttering closed. She mumbled something incoherent, and Jax couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head in amusement. He leaned down, brushing the hair away from her face before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Get some sleep, babe."

He sat there for a moment, listening to the sound of her soft, even breaths as she started to drift off. He knew she'd be out for the night, and he'd have to look after her in the morning when she woke up with a killer hangover. But for now, she was safe and sound in his bed, and that was all that mattered.

Opie

Opie returns home late one night after a long day to find his girlfriend already on the couch in the house, a bottle of beer in her hand and a flush to her cheeks. He can already assume she is drunk and he has to bite back a smirk, knowing the kind of trouble you get into when she is inebriated.

As soon as she hears him enter, she jumps to her feet, almost toppling over, but just about saving herself by grabbing the back of the couch. “O-Opie,” she stutters, a goofy smile on her face. “You're home.”

“Yeah, I’m home,” he replies, unable to hide the amusement in his voice as he takes in the state of you. “And you’re a little drunk, aren’t you?”

"No....I have only had to beers" she whined frowning at the 2 bottles on the table.

Opie chuckles when he spots the bottles realizing she found the super stong home brew he got as a gift from Bobby. “Those ain't beer, baby,” he says, shaking his head and folding his arms across his chest. “That's Bobby's 'special brew'. It would get most people drunk within minutes. How are you feeling?”

"I'm totally fine," she mumbles, her words slurred as she tries to lean against the couch but misses and almost falls to the ground if it wasn't for Opie's lightening reflexes. He quickly catches her before she hits the floor and pulls her body up against his chest.

"Yeah, you're definitely not fine," he murmurs, holding her close to him. He can't help but feel amused by how adorable she is when she's drunk. "You're gonna have a hell of a headache in the morning, baby."

She groans and buries her face in his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I feel funny,” she mumbled. “And spinny.”

Opie laughs softly and holds her closer against him, his arms wrapped tightly around her as he tries to steady her. “That’s because you’re drunk, sweetheart,” he says gently, running his hand up and down her back. “Just lean against me, okay?”

She nods and sighs contently as she leans against him more, burying her face in his chest once again. “You smell good, Opie,” she mumbles, her words still slurred and her breath warm against his chest.

He chuckles softly at her drunken compliment and tightens his arms around her, holding her even closer against him. “And you smell like a distillery,” he teases, his voice filled with affection.

She groans again and pouts up at him, her lips in a cute little frown. “You’re mean,” she sulks, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout. “You’re not supposed to be mean to me when I’m drunk, you’re supposed to be nice and tell me I’m pretty and buy me chicken nuggets.”

Opie grins, amused by her drunken requests. "You want chicken nuggets?" he teases, lifting an eyebrow. "At this hour?"

She nods enthusiastically, practically bouncing on the spot in her excitement. "Yes! I'm starving," she whines, her eyes wide and pleading. "Please, Opie, I want chicken nuggets. Please please please."

He laughs, unable to resist her adorable drunken plea. "Alright, alright," he says, letting out an exaggerated sigh. "I'll get your chicken nuggets, baby. But you have to promise me one thing."

She nods eagerly, her focus solely on the promise of food. "Anything," she slurs, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

He grins down at her, amused by her eagerness. "You gotta promise not to throw up on me, okay?" he teases, gently poking her on the nose with his index finger.

Juice

Juice leans against the doorframe, watching his girlfriend stumble around, completely intoxicated. She's laughing and swaying attempting to dance, clearly not in full control of her actions.

"How much did you drink, baby?" he asks, stepping closer.

"Dunno," she slurs, grinning sloppily at him. "A lot."

Juice chuckles, shaking his head.He moves in and scoops her up, pulling her into his arms with ease. She's lightweight to him, and he easily supports her against his chest.

"Let's get you to bed, you're wasted." he says, carrying her towards the bedroom.She giggles uncontrollably, burying her face in the crook of his neck as he carries her. She's making these little hiccup sounds that would be cute if not for the fact that they're coming from a drunk woman.

Juice sets her down on the bed, carefully arranging her head on a pillow. She's still giggling and murmuring incoherent words, clearly oblivious to the world around her.

"You're a mess," he says, rolling his eyes but there's a hint of fondness in his voice. He pulls off her shoes and lays a blanket over her.

She's attempting to say something but it's coming out as garbled nonsense. He leans closer to try and make out her words but they're not making any sense.

"Shhh," he soothes, smoothing a hand over her hair. "Just sleep it off."

He settles down on the edge of the bed, watching her as she fidgets and mutters to herself, her eyes fluttering shut and then opening again. She keeps reaching out for him, her hand flailing in the air as if trying to grab hold of something.

He can't help but chuckle at her antics, despite the situation. He reaches out and takes her hand in his, giving it a squeeze to reassure her.

She mumbles something that sounds like his name, her fingers wrapping around his.

"Yeah, it's me," he replies, his voice soft. He continues sitting there, holding her hand and stroking her hair until her breathing becomes steady, signalling she's fallen asleep.

He sits there for a few more minutes, quietly watching her. She looks so peaceful now that she's asleep, a complete contrast to the stumbling mess she was just a while ago.

Slowly, carefully so as not to wake her, he gets up and turns off the bedroom light, leaving the door slightly ajar so he can hear her if she needs him.

He goes to the kitchen filling a bottle with water and ice taking it back into the bedroom leaving it by her side going into the bathroom to find some painkillers.

He comes back into the room, carrying a couple of painkillers. He sets them down on the bedside table, making sure they're within reach for when she wakes up.

He looks down at her sleeping form, contemplating waking her up to give her the medicine, but decides against it. She's in deep sleep, and he doesn't want to disturb her. Instead, he pulls up a chair and sits down to keep an eye on her, just in case she wakes up and needs anything.

Herman

Kozik and his girlfriend had spent the evening at a party hosted by the club. As the night went on, his girlfriend had indulged in a few too many drinks, while he had remained relatively sober.

As the party began to wind down, Kozik noticed that his girlfriend had become quite drunk. She was stumbling around, struggling to speak clearly, and seemed on the verge of passing out.

Seeing her in this state, Kozik knew he couldn't leave her on her own. He made his way over to her, gently placing his arm around her to help her stand steady.

"Hey, sweetie," he said, his voice soft and caring. "I think it's time to get you home."

His girlfriend protested, insisting that she was fine and wanted to stay at the party longer. But Kozik gently but firmly shook his head.

"No, babe," he said, guiding her towards the door. "You've had a little too much to drink. We need to get you home and into bed."

His girlfriend groaned, but she was too drunk to put up much of a fight. Kozik led her out of the party and helped her into the passenger seat of her car.

As he buckled her seatbelt, he could see that she was struggling to keep her eyes open.

"Just hang in there," he said, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "We're almost home."

The drive was quiet, with his girlfriend dozing off in the passenger seat. Kozik kept his eyes focused on the road, his hand occasionally reaching over to pat her leg reassuringly.

When they finally arrived at her house, he helped her out of the car and guided her up the driveway. She stumbled on the way to the front door, but he was there to catch her, holding her steady against him.

Inside, Kozik helped his girlfriend into bed, pulling the blankets up around her and making sure she was comfortable. She mumbled something about wanting to stay awake and chat, but her eyes were already shutting.

Kozik chuckled softly, sitting down beside her on the bed. He brushed the hair back from her face and tucked the covers in around her.

"It's time to sleep," he said gently. "You'll feel better in the morning. I'll be right here."

His girlfriend nodded sleepily, her eyes closed now. Kozik stayed by her side, watching her breathing even out as she fell asleep. He leaned back against the headboard, content to keep watch over her until morning.

As the night went on, Kozik found his mind drifting. He thought about the party they had just left, his brothers back at the club, and the life they lived. But throughout it all, his thoughts kept returning to the woman asleep beside him.

He knew he was lucky to have her. She was feisty, spirited and beautiful. And she was all his.

Tig

Tig was watching his girlfriend's every movement from a safe distance. Not because he was worried, but because watching his girlfriend when slightly hammered was always fun. She always let her inner self shine when she's had a few drinks. She's not as shy and reserved when she's like that.

Right now she was giggling up a storm with some of the guys from the club. Her cheeks were a rosy shade and her eyes were bright. A little smile played on his lips as he took another long sip from his beer.

He chuckled to himself, watching as his girlfriend stumbled on her own two feet. She reached out and grabbed onto the nearest person to steady herself, who just so happened to not be him. His smile disappeared into a slight frown, and he took a few steps closer.

He quickly intervened and wrapped an arm around her, steadying her. He kept a tight grip, not too tight but tight enough to keep her from toppling over. "You okay there, sweetheart?" Tig asked, his voice holding a touch of amusement.

She looked up at him, her eyes bright and her cheeks flushed with alcohol. A huge smile graced her face and she let out a small giggle. "TIGGY!! I'm good, just got a little dizzy." She replied, leaning a little closer to him, clearly tipsy.

Tig chuckled and instinctively tightened his arm around her. "Yeah, I can tell. You should slow down on the drinks, doll." He teased, looking down at her with a mixture of affection and mild concern.

"I'm fine, really. I can handle my boooze." She stated, trying to sound firm, but the slur in her voice gave her away. She stumbled again and Tig quickly caught her again, pulling her closer against him to keep her steady.

Tig rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah, you're doing a real good job handling your booze right now.." he replied sarcastically. He let out a chuckle, his hand gently rubbing her back, soothingly.

She pouted and smacked his chest playfully. "Shut up, I'm not even that drunk." She retorted, her voice still a little slurred. "I had like, three beers and a shot then another one...Oh then Bobby made a toast so i had another few. I can handle that."

Tig raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. "Oh thats all, huh?" He teased, his tone laced with amusement. "Yeah, sweetheart, that sounds mighty reasonable for a lightweight like you."

She huffed in mock annoyance, but couldn't help the grin that tugged at the corners of her lips. "I am not a lightweight." She argued, but her unsteadiness and rosy cheeks said otherwise.Tig couldn't help but chuckle at her denial. He continued to hold her close, enjoying the feeling of her warmth pressed against him. "Right, sure you're not. That's why you can barely stand up straight on your own."

"I can stand just fine, thank you very much!" She retorted, her drunken confidence taking over. She tried to step away from him to spin in a circle and prove her point, but she stumbles again, wobbling on her feet.

Tig quickly wrapped an arm around her again and pulled her back towards him. He chuckled, now finding her attempts to prove her point even more amusing. "Yeah, you're a regular ballerina on those feet, darlin'."

She went quiet too quiet. And has a weird look on her face

"Ah shit" Tig groans and quickly scooped her up with practiced ease, knowing what was about to happen. "Looks like it's a one-way ticket to the porcelain throne for you, sweetheart." He joked as he started to rush her towards the nearest bathroom.

Once they reached the bathroom, he gently set her down in front of the toilet just in time before she started to retch into it. He knelt down beside her, holding back her hair as she emptied her stomach. Tig winced in sympathy as he heard her getting sick.

"There you go, get it all out, doll." He comforted, rubbing her back soothingly. He was thankful that the bathroom was mostly empty, and he knew the guys would keep other people out.

Once she was done, she slumped against him, weak and shaky. Tig pulled her onto his lap, holding her close and letting her rest her head against his chest. He gently stroked her hair, trying to soothe her. "You're gonna be feeling like hell tomorrow, baby." He said with a playful hint of amusement. He knew she was in for a rough morning, but he was also secretly enjoying having her so dependent on him for awhile.

[secretlysamcro]

𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑯𝒀 𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑫𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺 🖤

to compliment our pretty lil stories with our fav biker boys | feel free to use, credit is appreciated but not required, of course 🫶🏽

Yes, I deffo got distracted. I was in the middle of finishing up a fic and thought ‘oooo let me make some dividers for us SOA girlies!’

(First time doing this properly so the sizing might be off? If you use & you think it is PLS let me know so I can get it right for next time, also if you have any samcro designs,characters,wording etc. feel free to request cause I enjoyed making these too hehe)

🖤✨🫶🏽

[talesofanarchy]

Beautiful Pain

A hand was clamped firmly over her mouth trying to keep the whimpers of distress under control and out of earshot. Her legs were brought up close to her chest as she hid in the darkness of the closet. When the masses of body tore down the front door, she was quick to react and find someplace to bury herself away in. She could hear the murmurs of multiple men as they ransacked and tore the house apart in search of what, she did not know.

“He ain’t here, someone must’ve tipped him off.” A rough voice said distantly across the room.

“Food’s fresh, someone was here. Keep searchin’.” Another said. She felt herself sink back as far as she could before her back met the wall. The smell of scrambled eggs and bacon could easily be scented, and it had been a dead giveaway that someone was home.

There was a continuous ruckus before shoes scuffed over the loose floorboards in front of the door of her sanctuary. Then a brief silence before the door sprang open, a scream left her lips as a bald man lunged for her, managing to grab her ankle and began dragging her out into the open.

“No, let me go!” She cried, kicking her feet and landing one quick jab to the man’s mouth, causing him to curse and reluctantly loosen his hold on her.

“Son of a bitch.” He growled before wiping the blood from his now busted lip and then proceeding to lurch after her once again.

Nails scratched along the floor as the unknown man tugged her back into the kitchen, where three other men stood gawking. A hand curled around her hair, forcefully yanking her head back and exposing her face. There lay a blackened eye and a swollen bottom lip from a beating she had received the day before.

“Who’s this bitch?” The bald man said with a snarl.

Her eyes cautiously jumped from face-to-face and when she rounded up just who they were, she could feel her stomach begin to sink. The Sons of Anarchy were notorious in Charming, after all, it was their stomping grounds, their town. Four men stared her down, curious as to all hell just who this battered mess was.

A man with salt and pepper-colored hair strolled forward, his sunglasses nestled on the top of his head. She had seen him around multiple times, Clay Morrow. He was the current king of all those outlaws. He carefully assessed her, only to glance over his shoulder at his stepson, the one with wild, dirty-blonde hair. “Is this Darby’s old lady?” He asked.

She knew Jax from high school, they had never spoken but he was hard to ignore. He was boyishly handsome and when you were the sole heir of SAMCRO, it was hard to go unseen in a town that was owned by them.

Blue eyes found them transfixed on the marks she adorned, never finding the need to beat a woman. Then again, he understood how testing they could be.

“Nah, Darby’s doesn’t have a wife and I went to high school with this one.” He said, pointing a ringed finger at Y/N.

“Let. Me. Go.” She gritted, trying to jerk away from the man who had his fingers entangled in her hair.

There was a silent nod from Clay and then the sweet relief as the unknown man let her go. Immediately she went to nurse the tender spot on her scalp, sending a scowl of displeasure in the tattooed man’s direction.

“Where’s Darby sweetheart?” Clay questioned from behind her.

Readjusting her head on her shoulders she would shoot him a skeptical gaze. “Hopefully in a ditch.”

“Are you his kid? Or just some sweet butt?” Clay asked.

She couldn’t help the laugh that flitted from her throat. “If Darby was my father, I would have offed myself a long time ago. Ain’t sleeping with the fucker either, I just work for him.”

A man with tribal tattoos on the side of his head inclined a questionable brow in her direction before speaking. “Is he your pimp?”

Y/N stiffened at the word before managing to worm her way between the bodies of men and going to the kitchen sink where she filled up a glass with water. “More like a warden.”

As she had her back to them, the group of men could easily make out multiple bruises and scrapes across her shoulders. The tank top could only cover so much, and it couldn’t hide all of the marks from Darby’s wrath.

“When was the last time you saw him?” Clay asked.

She managed to choke down a few sips of water before she turned towards them and shrugged her shoulders. “About a week ago, I’m not allowed to leave the house until he’s back in town. Wish I could tell you more since it looks like you fine fellows want to gut him, but I’m afraid that’s all I know.”

“Ay, who’s the lass?” Came an accented voice from the front door which easily caught Y/N’s attention.

When she looked to the man at the entrance of the house, she tensed. He was a good foot taller than she was, had a scruffy beard and a pair of brown eyes that bore down into her.

“One of Darby’s sources of income. He ain’t here though, or so we are being told.” The bald man said with a snort, unable to trust anything that came out of the woman’s mouth.

“You must be blind or maybe dumb, but do you think I’d protect someone who was giving me these?” She motioned to the black eye, busted lip, and the remnants of fading bruises across her arms.

“Watch your mouth, little girl.” Growled the tattooed man, straightening out his posture with a curl in his upper lip.

“Alright, alright enough you two. This is the plan, you” Clay pointed towards Y/N. “Are coming with us, think of it as being held hostage, you try to run or warn Darby, I’ll have my old lady unload a bullet in your skull. Understand?” He asked.

For a succinct moment, they could all see a flash of relief in the depths of her eyes, almost as if what he had said had been a sugar-coated lie that a foolish and naïve child would fall for. Then again, Clay had meant what he said, and it had not been sugar-coated the truth had been plain as day but that didn’t change the glimmer of hope she held.

“Chibs, stay with the girl and make sure she doesn’t pull any funny shit.” Said the Alpha of the canonical group of men.

“A’right Pres.” Came the Scotsman who leaned comfortably against the door frame of the kitchen.

“Let’s go, boys, we’ll meet you back at the clubhouse,” Clay said while he glanced in the direction of his Sergeant at Arms.

Y/N silently strolled down the hall of fame with her hands tucked into her jeans pockets. Eyes carefully skimmed over each mugshot, noting the familiarity of some men but not all. She had been in the SAMCRO clubhouse for the last hour, specifically under keen surveillance by the Scotsman who wouldn’t let her out of his sight for more than five seconds. The others hadn’t returned, and it was quiet with just the two of them.

She had to find some way to occupy her time, especially when the man known as Chibs wouldn’t offer her a mere conversation. Instead, he resorted to watching her with intense, russet-colored eyes. But could you blame him? She had been found living with Darby and couldn’t help but trace the intricate patterns of each marked etched into her flesh. When she came across Chib’s mugshot she froze, allowing her index finger to ghost over his picture slowly.

“What were you in for? Murder? Drugs?” She asked with her back to him. He shifted silently along the bar stool, exhaling a grunt. “Don’t ask questions ye don’t want to know the answers to.”

With bold movements, she turned to him with a flare in her lips. “I asked, didn’t I?”

Chibs was quick to retaliate. “What are ye doin’ with Darby? Drugs? Love? Money?”

Immediately her entire demeanor had changed, and she shrank back, almost as if Darby’s name had bothered her in a way he could not see. “All of the above. Except, I was traded in by my ex for a dime bag to Darby who in turn solicited me for money. Any other questions you’d like to ask? Remember, don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answers to.” She said with an expressionless face before returning to the many mugshots plastered on the wall.

A feeling similar to guilt had begun gnawing hungrily at his frayed endings. He was an outlaw, but he was also human and well aware-of right and wrong. He wasn’t some pathetic young lad, he was wise and knew the hardships of life, probably better than most.

“Ah am sorry.” He sounded from across the room, his words alone had sent an electric sensation up her spine.

It had been many years since she had heard those words, but he had nothing to be sorry for, well nothing serious. Not like Darby or Andrew, or any of the other men who had used her. They were words she had been dying to hear but came to accept that she probably never would.

“Don’t be, it’s my problem, not yours.” She said softly.

There was a tightening in her throat, one she recognized all too well. It was the feeling that came when she wanted to break down but couldn’t. She had to play strong and she needed to succeed at pretending that she was, cause if she didn’t, she’d ultimately succumb to the pain stuffed down in the back of her mind.

Blinking rapidly, she would begin to fixate back on the pictures of the men before Chibs spoke. “C’mere.”

Once more she turned to face him and he was now standing straight up, leaning somewhat against the bar top. Like a dog beaten into submission, she found her legs carrying her over to him. When she stopped in front of him, she could only look down at her hands.

“Have ah drink.” He handed her a beer before taking a seat on the stool yet again.

Y/N gripped the bottle tightly and felt the coolness of it. Looking at him with a slight smile, she would take a seat on the stool beside him. “Thank you.”

He only nodded before he cracked open the beer and took a greedy swig.

Another hour had passed and Y/N and Chibs were a bit buzzed, almost teetering on the line of being wasted. Somehow amid their small conversations, they had managed to travel over to the pool table where they were now betting on 40$ that Y/N wouldn’t beat him.

“Ha! Yes! Hand over that money.” She laughed while swaying on her feet, a certain glow encircled her form. One that Chibs had decided to ignore at first but eventually fell into a trance due to it.

“Ye hustled me?” He chuckled while gripping the cue stick. Lips curved back over straight, white teeth as she leaned somewhat across the pool table. “I had to earn money somehow back before I was a hooker. Hustling men is easy, y'all tend to get distracted by these.” She grabbed ahold of her breasts and gave them a quick jostle which sent them on a bouncing spree.

Chibs let out a howl of laughter, finding pure joy in her shenanigans. He also couldn’t help but look hungrily at the pair of tits concealed by a black t-shirt with a daring low cut.

He handed over the 40$ which she shook her head, refusing to accept it. “It’s okay, I was just joking. You can keep it.”

His jaw strained as he stared at her in slight bewilderment. Despite their bet and his loss, she refused to take his cash. She was a woman after his own heart. Nonetheless, he assumed she probably needed it more than he did, God knew where she would be after they handled shit with Darby.

“Ye take it hen.” He said slowly sliding it into her hand and enclosing her fingers around it with his.

It was the most a man had given her, not money-wise, but meaning-wise. It was 40 measly dollars, but it had sparked something in the burned-out heart of Y/N. She slowly rose on the tips of her toes and brushed her lips across Chib’s feathery cheek. “Thank you.” She whispered.

Y/N had settled back on her feet evenly, only to feel the slight grasp of his hands on her waist. It was too familiar, too many men had touched her in that way before and she refused to be touched in any way unless she asked or wanted it.

So, she detangled herself from his hold in a slow, unsteady motion. Her feet begrudgingly took her to the sofa that was planted on the other side of the room and she found herself plopping down exhaustedly.

Leaning back onto the sofa, she would allow her eyes to slowly fall closed. At the end of each day, she could feel the effects of the marks left by Darby. Internally her muscles ached horribly, almost to the point that she swore she could feel the pain in the deepest parts of her bones. She always hated settling down for the night, to only be reminded of the sins she had committed.

Chibs had found his way to the sofa as well only to take a seat in the open space beside her. He didn’t bother speaking, because they could just coexist in silence, and he also didn’t know what to say to her. So, they sat there for several minutes, his gaze drifted towards her as she remained still with her eyes closed.

Suddenly though, she was leaning to the side and her head fell softly against his shoulder. Her chest rose and fell in slow, systematic movements and there was a small, very faint whistle that came from her nose, one that he assumed only happened when she was asleep. He had never been an affectionate type of man, not even to his own daughter, but he felt like he was glued to the couch. As if his entire being was tethered to this one, specific woman. He didn’t want to wake her, he felt that she deserved to peacefully sleep, to shed the worries and stress of the dangerous life she was living.

But as he looked at her while she slept, he made a silent vow, that he would never let anyone hurt ever again.

[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.”

[filipfuckingtelford]

In Flames. The Forbidden Fruit Bonus.

Chibs x Reader fanfiction. Obliously

!!!SMUT! 18+ ONLY!!!

This is the smut bonus for my story. The Forbidden Fruit. Remastered Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

The angst bonus will be posted soon as well.

Holding Y/N in his arms, kissing her, feeling her touch felt exactly how Chibs imagined. Even better. God how many times was he dreaming about it, imagined her loving him. He thought it could've never happened. And it was true now. All of a sudden he was the happiest man alive.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck while Chibs was holding her in his arms, her legs around his hips. Kisses so passionate and deep followed one another as they only pulled away to take a breath. He wanted her so bad but was determined to enjoy every moment, taking his time.

A soft moan escaped Y/N's lips when Chibs kissed her again, his tounge playing with hers. He felt her hips rubbing against his, causing him to groan with desire.

Filip smirked and laid her on his bed carefully. He moved away and took his shirt off, throwing it aside. Looking down at Y/N he couldn't stop admiring her. Her lips so bright after kisses, her eyes shining with the light of joy. Chibs leaned down towards her kissing his way down her neck as she tilted her head giving him more access with a quiet whimper.

"Filip" Y/N whispered, her fingers tracing his scars and tattoos, exploring his body.

"Christ, lass. I need ye" He groaned, palms under her t-shirt, pulling it up and off her body, revealing her to his sight.

Y/N was undoing his belt impatiently, her fingers shaking. She seemed nervous and Chibs tried to slow down and pulled away to look at her. But it only made the girl put her palm on the back of his neck and pull him closer again into another kiss.

They both needed it, craving for each other for so long, hiding their feelings. How much time did they lose. But now it all didn't matter. Now they were together.

Chibs was kissing every inch of her skin, moving down her neck to collar bones, down to her breasts and making her moan with pleasure when his tounge touched her hardened nipple. Every sound she made was sending electricity down his body making it almost impossible to wait, but he didn't want to hurry. Y/N was here with him and he could finally love her the way he wanted.

"Filip, please" Y/N arched her back slightly while he was playing with her nipples, his fingers undoing her jeans slowly. She begged "Please, I need to feel you"

"Not yet, lass" Chibs smirked and pulled her jeans down along with her panties getting rid of her clothes.

Y/N was now laying infront of him, naked and shamelessly begging him to take her. He gasped and kissed her lips again, rough and deep unable to control himself. But he needed to take care of her before he will get what he was waiting for. For so long.

Chibs laid down next to Y/N, one arm wrapped aroung her, pulling her closer, he needed to feel the warmth of her body. His other palm was sliding down her stomach, making her arch her back again seaching for his touch.

"Ye're perfect" Filip whispered to her ear, his lips touching her neck. And his fingers moving down her body untill he reached what he needed. He groaned as he felt how wet and hot she was for him. Touching her sensitive spot he kept kissing her neck, tracing it with his tongue.

Y/N let out another moan, louder this time and her hips moved towards his touch making Chibs smirk. She needed it as much as he did. But he wanted to enjoy it for longer. His fingers moving in circles around her clit made the girl whimper again squeezing bedsheets with her fingers. Her eyes closed, head tilted back, her hips squirming underneath his touch. It was all so hot.

"Filip, please" Y/N begged again, causing him to moan into her ear. But he continued.

Chibs was playing with her, teasing her, pleasuring her with his fingers only, making sure she will be ready for him. He was waiting for it for so long but kept himself away from her just yet.

"Show me, lass" Chibs whispered, biting her earlobe gently, his fingers moving faster, making her moan again.

Y/N raised her hips trying to get more of him, of his touch and he obeyed. His moves getting faster and harder, making her gasp with pleasure and let him hear another sweet moan.

"I'm so close" Y/N turned her head and whimpered into his lips before she kissed him with all the passion he made her feel "Please, Filip, I need you"

It was too much. Chibs felt that she was on the edge so he moved his palm away causing a groan of frustration from her. He grinned, getting rid of the rest of his clothers. He needed it, for way too long. And now he could finally feel Y/N the way he wanted.

Chibs moved, his palm now pressed against the bed next to her head, his hips now only inches away from hers. He looked into her eyes and saw a slight nod she gave him as she wrapped her legs aroung his hips. That was enough for him to push himself into her, slow and careful although it was hard to control himself.

A loud groan of pleasure escaped Filip's lips and he froze allowing Y/N to get adjusted to the feeling. Loud moan followed as she moved her hips towards him, trying to get more of him.

"Christ" Chibs let out a quiet laugh trying to regain control of his body before he started moving his hips in a slow pace. And Y/N moved as well synchronising with him. It felt so right as if they've been designed for each other.

The air was burning and boiling around them, Chibs leaned down to kiss her again, their moans now muffled with another passionate kiss. His palm still pressed against the bed while the other was resting on her hip, his fingers squeezing her porcelain skin, leaving marks on it.

Chibs was trying to be as carefull as he could but desire was taking control of him and it seemed that Y/N didn't mind it, allowing him to move faster, harder against her and following his lead.

They both needed to let it all out, hiding their feelings and needs for so long caused them to search for release so desperately right now, trying to get more and more of each other.

"Fuck" Chibs groaned as he felt he was way too close to the edge, way sooner than he wanted to "Lass... I..." He couldn't help it, he couldn't even speak now.

"Filip... Please" Y/N could only moan in reply, her legs wrapping tighter around his hips, forcing him to move even harder "I'm so close" She whimpered into his lips kissing him again.

Then he felt it. Another hard move and Chibs froze, deep in her warmness, wave of pleasure consuming him as he felt her body tense and shiver, her walls squeezing tighter aroung his trembling flesh. The world disappeared, only two of them trying to get as close to each other as it was even possible was the only thing that existed. Her moans, him groaning with pleasure, their scent in the burning air. It was a moment of pure perfection.

Soon after they were laying in bed, Y/N's head resting on his shoulder as they both were trying to catch their breath. Chibs closed his eyes, smiling, as he reached to his jeans laying on the floor next to the bed and pulled the pack of cigarettes from the pocket. He lit one and took a deep shaky drag on it, releasing the smoke to the air.

"I love ye, Y/N" He whispered, his fingers slowly tracing the tattoo on her shoulder. The chibs knife with two letters on the blade. F.T.

[fluffyprettykitty]

"Spread Your Legs"

Pairing: Chibs "Filip" Telford x female reader (no other specifications!)

Warnings: daddy kink, teasing

WC: 350 words

Author’s Note: Trying to see if I remember how to write lmao lmk if it's any good, super short tho! banners by @/saradika

Main Masterlist ・❥・Chibs Telford MasterList

"Spread your legs wider. "

He commands and you can't help but obey looking at him with a heavy sigh as you curse the day you chose to wear leggings instead of a skirt. But you had no idea that you'd run into him on the other side of town or that he'd be immediately into ruining you.

You only wanted to stop by for a quick hi, how are you, a very pleasant pleasantry but that wasn't his plan. It was like his mind was already set on teasing you and that's what he did when he grabbed you and kissed you hungrily against the wall roaming his hands all over your body causing you to get so wet in a short amount of time.

Then he changed his tune as he rubbed his hand over your core kissing your neck teasingly until he stopped and placed you on the couch. Yet he had no inquisition to finish this.

"Like this?" You asked with a smirk as you spread your legs as wide as you could on the couch of the ice cream shop. People outside could look in if they wanted to and Chucky was right there behind the counter doing god knows what.

"That's good. But I'm sure you can do better."

You groaned as you tried to spread them more putting your hands behind your back in the process, your chest puffing out.

"Is that alright, daddy?" You asked with another smile wondering how long he'd torture you for knowing very well he wouldn't touch you. Not when he was busy with the club.

"Good. Now stay like this until I return." He said buttoning up his jacket. The smile on your face dropped and he only chuckled as he opened the glass door and shut it behind him. You silently watched him as he got on his bike, started it and put it on his helmet taking one final look at you before he drove off.

Now maybe you should have stayed at home.

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

thoughts of riding chibs telford bc im literally incapable of getting him out my mind

fem!reader, mdni. 300ish words. cw. a horny ovulating writer with no shame

both of you are on the sofa, you atop chibs’ lap. you’re facing him head on, arms loosely connecting behind his neck — fingers twirling with the ends of his greying hair. you sit on his cock, the full length of him tucked inside you comfortably. the small, lazy grinds of your hips momentarily releasing the suction-like grip you have around him.

your chest pushes outwards as your head falls back, tits squishing somewhere near his sternum, holding him close with the hands you have behind his neck. your lips part and your eyes squeeze closed, growing far too engrossed to notice his lusty gaze on you. soft dark brown eyes following with entrancement.

he peppers kisses to your elongated throat, trailing upwards until he meets your chin. he nibbles at it faintly, toothed hold mere as it keeps your head pinned back — keeping you exposed for him.

“fuckin’ fantastic, lovie,” he whispers into your skin, sealing his praise with a kiss into where he just spoke. 

his hold on your mid back falls, palms settling on your hips as if to help guide you — urge your movements like he was becoming restless. the subtle, wet clicking of your cunt increases in volume, strained breaths from you both accompanying the lewd noises. 

with the pace quickening ever so slightly, you slip your fingers up the back of his head, needily raking through the cigarette-stained strands of hair.

“pussy’s makin’ a mess,” he teases, accent thick despite his voice being soft.

he couldn’t see it, but he could feel it. more and more of your arousal seeping out and spilling down his cock and off his balls. a milky white trail providing evidence for the leisure, loving fucking. though the inability to see the said evidence practically killed him — his curious and attentive nature eager to see your cunt’s messy state. impatient and hopelessly desperate to see it.

⎯ ☆ ⎯

sigh.. daydreaming. found this in my drafts and cba to check if makes sense😭 it’ll have to do

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

a whiskey with jax teller pleaseeee just him being a little shit during a hot sex bc hes jax ofc theres so little writing about him and yours is fuckin phenomenal <33

Relentless.

warnings - smut. cursing. jax and his filthy mouth.

you're so lovely - thank you!! this man's middle name is mischief. I just know he'd be a fuckin menace in bed.

3k celebration post here. 3k masterlist here.

"Shhh darlin'. You don't want them to hear, do you?"

You wish he'd thought about that before he'd linked his fingers with yours and led you through the clubhouse, whispering something about having to have you now.

"This was- fuck- your idea, Jax," you pant, gripping the sheets beneath you.

He's got you practically folded in half, his body cloaking yours, weight pressing you down. He keeps tilting your chin up to look at him, slapping your cheek gently when you close your eyes. He wants to be your sole focus.

Little does he know, he always is.

"Oh, come on. Like you didn't want it as bad as I did."

He has this tone, when he's fucking you. It's low and it's menacing and it's rough around the edges. It's lethal.

He punctuates his words with a particularly deep thrust of his hips, a surprised moan leaving your lips before you can stop it.

"You wanna get us caught? Huh?"

He thinks he feels you tighten around him, so he tests his theory.

"Or maybe that is what you want. I see the way you look at Chibs, honey. Do you want him to hear? Come and see what all the noise is about? Join in, maybe?"

You clench down, back arching at his dirty stream of thoughts. He chuckles, getting the exact reaction he wanted.

"Filthy fuckin' girl. You want your president and your vice president to fuck you together? At the same time? Talk about club bonding, huh?"

Jax grips your chin in between his fingers, forcing you to look at him. His hips never cease their relentless rhythm, stars floating in your vision. You open your mouth, and he spits right into it, winking when you swallow.

His other hand moves to your throat, gripping lightly. The man knows how to play you like an instrument.

"Come on, baby. I wanna hear them, all the dirty little fantasies in that pretty little head of yours. Or maybe it's not Chibs? Who is it then, hmm? Juice? Happy?"

You choke out a whine, and he laughs, dark and mischievous.

"Fuck, you're squeezin' me so tight. It's one of them, isn't it? Which one, honey?"

You shake your head, tears forming at your lash line.

"Oh, I know. How about all of them? All four of us, passing you around, taking turns. How's that sound? Is that what you want, dirty girl?"

The thought sends you right over the edge, gasping for air as the heat licks up your spine. Your end is Jax's too, the low groan he releases vibrating both of your bones. He collapses on top of you, the two of you panting.

"You're relentless," you laugh, catching your breath.

"It's one of the reasons you love me so much," he chuckles, kissing you softly. "That, and the fact I have hot brothers."

"You're right about one of those things," you tease, squealing when he pinches your sides.

A knock on the door startles you both.

"Jackie boy, we have some business we need to attend to. That is, if you're not... preoccupied."

The familiar Scottish accent sends heat rushing to your skin. Jax notices.

"Be there in a minute, VP!"

You hear Chibs' footsteps as he leaves, breathing a sigh of relief.

"So it was Chibs, huh?"

"Like I said," you chide jokingly, smacking him on the shoulder. "Fucking relentless."

[etclouie]

chibs with “I cant sleep without you. I need my personal body heater and cuddles.” and maybe alsp “So, we’re just going to ignore the fact that you drunk-dialed me to tell me you love me?”

˚୨୧⋆｡ — title; call for cuddles (chibs telford x fem!reader)

˚୨୧⋆｡ — prompt/s; 60) “i can’t sleep without you. i need my personal body heater and cuddles” and 65) “so, we’re just going to ignore the fact that you drunk dialed me to tell me you love me?” — from fluffy prompts

˚୨୧⋆｡ — warnings; established relationship, age gap (10 yrs, chibs is 36 reader is 26), reader was drinking, she calls him for cuddles, chibs pulls her into his lap at the end, but that’s it i think?? (1006 words)

˚୨୧⋆｡ — a/n; can be read as a standalone or part of the HIWY verse. this ask gave me major HIWY vibes so i’m writing this with that in mind (this is pinned for between chapter 9&12, mb😣☝️)

— thank you for celebrating with me || submissions are now closed!!

you’d waited for Chibs to come back from the latest club run, though he’d told you to not wait up for him. 

you couldn’t help it. 

it also didn’t help that you had been drinking, your best friend had come over and you’d shared a bottle of wine, which quickly turned into missing Chibs. 

she’d left with a murmur of seeing her latest hookup as he had just got back to town as well, which left you missing Chibs even more. 

you hadn’t been alone for weeks now, Chibs was by your side more often than not, other than club business. so the mix of wine and your talk with your friend about him made the bed feel emptier, colder. 

he’d spent the night every night since the first time you’d slept together, so him not being home but in town didn’t feel right. 

the bed was empty without him, his side cold unlike the usual warmth that emitted from it. Chibs ran naturally warm, always making it easy to fall asleep in his arms due to his heat. 

you continued to toss and turn, hugging his pillow to your chest in an attempt to imitate him being in bed with you. 

after another ten or so minutes, you couldn’t take it anymore. 

you reached for your phone on the nightstand, quickly calling Chibs as you stayed cuddled into his pillow. 

the phone rang a couple times, before that oh so familiar voice greeted you. 

“hi love, thought i said not to wait up for me?”

“can’t sleep without you”

he chuckled. 

“can you come over?”

“got some things to finish up”

you sighed, loosely holding the phone to your ear as your eyes closed. 

“i miss you, and i love you—was drinking with Elle, started thinking of you and how i love you”

he listened as you rambled on. 

“i really love you, thank you for being in my life, for being my lover. the beds cold without you, wish you could come over, want to love you in person”

he chuckled again, and you could just hear the smirk on his face. 

“come over please”

“i’m tied love, Clay’ll have me for it”

you frowned. 

“please baby?”

Chibs sighed, not out of frustration from you but because of his longing to be back in your arms. 

he knew he’d give in, always finding it hard to say no to you—especially in such a tired and longing state. 

“gives ten minutes baby”

you knew he’d make good on his word, you hung up with a tired ‘see you soon’ before curling into his pillow again. 

his cologne lingered on it, easily lulling you into a sleep like trance, though it wasn’t enough to tide you over fully.  

it wasn’t until the bed dipped behind you did your eyes flutter open again, a tired yet happy smile making its way onto your face as he wrapped an arm around your waist. 

Chibs leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of your jaw before he whispered against your ear. 

“hi love”

you hummed, letting go of his pillow before easily turning to face him. you smiled at him, cradling his face in your hand and stroking your thumb across his cheek. 

“missed you”

he chuckled softly, watching as you admired him even in your tired state. 

his hair was disheveled, and his cologne only lingered faintly. the smell of cigarettes and smoke clung to him, which made you frown. 

“missed you too love”

he whispered against your palm before he pressed a kiss to the skin there, you hummed, pulling him closer to you. 

that natural heat you sought after from him was back, the bed heating up immediately. 

Chibs moved to lay on his back, pulling you into his side. your head rested on his shoulder while your leg hooked across his lap, easily falling into a position you’d been in loads of times before. 

he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, feeling your body relax in his arms. 

“sorry for pulling you away”

you whispered into his throat, your eyes shut as you basked in the feeling of having him home. 

“you’re more important, even if it’s for cuddles”

the smile on your face made him chuckle, it was tired yet appreciative. 

your left hand lay on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest with every breath he took. 

“i’m sorry again—i can’t sleep without you. i need my personal body heater and cuddles”

Chibs chuckled, shaking his head. 

the warmth of his body like a second blanket as the sleep started to steadily fill your body. 

“personal body heater, eh?”

he teased. 

you shook your head, nipping lightly at the corner of his jaw, your eyes still closed as you whispered. 

“you’re always warm, helps me sleep”

another chuckle left him, though it was softer this time. 

he watched you, your body still curled into his side while his fingers trailed the length of your back. 

“am i?”

you huffed into his shoulder, your eyes closed as sleep continued to pull you into its grasp. 

“you’re an idiot”

Chibs smiled at that. 

he pressed another kiss to the top of your head as sleep had you on the edge of falling. 

his eyes stayed on your face, admiring you for a moment before he whispered to you. 

“so, we’re just going to ignore the fact that you drunk dialed me to tell me you love me?”

you opened your eyes with a huff, noting the smirk on his face. his hands rested on your hips, helping pull you into his lap. 

you slouched against his chest, resting your chin on his shoulder as your eyes fluttered shut again. 

“yeah we’re ignoring it”

Chibs chuckled, soothing a hand across your back while the other rested on the back of your head. 

after a minute, he pressed a kiss to your temple, before he whispered to you. 

“i love you sweetheart, ‘ll be here always”

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