#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 in 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

[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.

[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

🖤 🥰

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

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*

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' 🖤

Clear Passages

Fight Good 🖤

The Biggest Crush 🥰

I'm fine Scotsman 🥰

Who Ye Are, Love 🥰

Need you girl ❤️‍🔥 18+

Husband, President

[secretlysamcro]

CHERRY PIE PT. 1

Female reader x Jax Teller SMUT, explicit language, possible spoilers. if you’re under the age of 18, haven’t finished the show, or dislike any of said topics, please read no further.

Jax takes a final drag of his cigarette, his whole demeanour radiating confidence. With a slight touch of cockiness, he turns to ask you, “you really don’t think I can do it, huh?” He flicks away the butt, turning his attention back to the fair game, ready to prove his skills.

You can’t help but smile at his confidence, also amused by his unwavering self assurance. It wasn’t the selfish kind, more of a charming quality that made him even more intriguing. “Just get on with it Teller” you teased, “and if you do, I want that one” you point to the giant sized brown bear hanging from the top of the stall.

Jax turns to you, grinning victoriously as he hands you the giant brown bear. His smirk growing larger as he comments ��good thing I drove the car” he adds a playful wink at the end.

You let out a coy laugh, “I knew you’d win it, just needed to give you a little push” you joked, enjoying the sight of your new prize. With a thankful smile, you express your appreciation “thank you” you lean into Jax’s side lightheartedly, an embrace without actually wrapping your arms around him.

You stroll through the fairground alongside Jax, only a slight gap in between you both. The giant teddy bear clutched in your grasp. Jax observes you closely, noticing how you seem lost in your own little world, taking in the sights and the details of everything going on around you. As you approach a narrow section of the path, it’s packed tightly with people, Jax gently places his hand on your lower back, guiding you through the waves of bodies. A protective gesture that shows his concern for your safety, and it doesn’t go unnoticed.

He leads you to a less crowded spot, pulling softly on your arm as you escape the crush of the crowd. He leans against a wall, a serious expression now on his face. “I’ve been wanting to apologise to you…” he begins to admit “…I wanted to do something more, you know… conventional but I just have some shit going on with the club and-” you cut him off quickly with a reaussuring smile.

“Jax, this is perfect… honestly, I’m really enjoying myself” you assure him, with your angelic smile.

He releases a sigh of relief, nodding his head in agreement as he realises you are genuinely enjoying yourself. He was a little apprehensive bringing up the club, he thought that it might have bothered you, having been rejected several times in the past due to his involvement with it.

Jax observes your gaze lingering on the Ferris wheel, “You wanna go on it?” He asks quietly, a small smile forming on his face.

“You’ll come on it with me?” You question, with a hopeful tone.

Jax chuckles at your answer “Do I look like the kinda’ guy to make you ride solo?” he pushes himself off the wall now, “how about we put this guy in the car first” he says as he gestures towards the oversized teddy you still have in your arms.

The line for the Ferris wheel is a little long, but the wait doesn’t seem to bother either of you. Jax stands towering behind you, his hands gently resting on your hips, guiding you subtly as the line moves forward. In that moment, is when you become acutely aware of the effect that Jax’s gentle touch has on your entire body. You take note of the tiny hairs on the back of your neck, now raised. Your breathing becoming the tiniest bit laboured and a certain throbbing sensation that is hard to ignore. The intensity of your bodies reaction throws you off slightly, you hadn’t expected such a response from a touch so simple.

"You okay?" Jax murmurs, his breath warm as he leans in, his face nestled against the curve of your neck. What you don't realise is that Jax too, is experiencing the same intense sensations. His mind drifting to other scenarios, which may involve him having his hands on your waist.

You spin round, forcing a calm breath as you try to steady your over racing heart. "Yeah, all good" you smile, although its more of a nervous curve of the lip, your mind scrambling to find something, anything to say. "When's the last time you've been on one of these then?" you ask, hoping he doesn't notice the desire taking over your entire soul.

He chuckles, a knowing glint in his eyes. He can sense something is off with you, but he cant quite put his finger on what. "Its been a while" he responded, as he tries to recall the last time he stepped foot in a fair. As president of SAMCRO, these kinds of moments are fleeting. Jax is usually tangled up in the messier side of life. You laugh softly at his response, knowing full well this isn't his usual scene. "Thought so," you tease, the smirk on your lips clearly playful.

"What's that suppose to mean?" he leans into you mischievously.

"Nothing..." you push back against him softly, the sexual tension getting thicker. "...I just know you're obviously busy with your club...and everything that comes with it" you let him know.

He nods, an understanding smile tugging at the corner of his lips and lets out a easy laugh. "Yeah... well, it ain't easy being King" he lets you know, the humour in his voice masking the weight of everything that comes with the title of President.

You look up at him, your eyes wide and innocent, the flickering fairground lights causing a soft glow. "Maybe you need a Queen to ground you" Jax is momentarily taken back, his focus shifting between the warmth in your eyes and the subtle desire in your expression as he bites his lip, responding to the unspoken tension between the two of you.

As you reached the peak of the wheel, the gentle sway of the ride somehow made the night feel more intimate. There was a warm glow highlighting the sharp features of Jax's face. His usual confidence was there, but something was different, something softer almost as if he was savouring this moment, away from the chaos of the club and simply existing in this moment, with you.

"Look at me" he says, his voice low and steady. The illuminations from below casting a warm halo around him. The intensity in his blue eyes is strong as they move between your gaze and your lips, lingering for a moment longer before meeting your eyes again. He locks eyes with you, the air thick with anticipation. He goes to close the distance between you both when the ferris wheel suddenly jolts, coming to a sudden stop and you’re both frozen in place as the first kiss you would have shared, slowly slips away.

Jax can sense your nerves, so does his best to reassure you. “Hey, look at me. It’s okay, it’ll start again in a second”. He watches as he notices the hint of panic creeping in. “Come closer” Jax says, pulling you closer and draping his arms around you in an attempt to calm your nerves. Your face is now buried against the patches of his kutte. The rough fabric scratching your skin just enough to feel it, but it doesn’t matter because you finally feel at ease.

“You good now?” He asks as you both make your way back to the car, you feel a tinge of embarrassment for how you reacted but grateful that Jax was there beside you.

You try to mask your embarrassment with a small laugh “I’m all good” you reassure him, though the stolen kiss keeps playing in your mind. As you get closer to the car, you slowly reach for his hand, a silent urge to let Jax know you wanted it too.

Jax opens the car door for you, giving you time to grab the huge Teddy and toss it into the backseat. He lights a cigarette as you’re doing so, the smoke disappearing into thin air as he watches you.

As Jax starts driving, a thought suddenly hits him, without contemplating he turns to you and asks “you wanna’ come see the clubhouse?” You laugh, glancing at him as he keeps his focus on the road, you can see the small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You gonna give me like a VIP tour or somethin’?” You tease.

The smirk on his lips deepens as he nods his head slowly, his fingers smoothing down his beard as if he was in thought. “If that’s what you want” he mumbles, the subtle heat obvious in his voice.

“So I’m just allowed to like…walk in?” You ask, your mind racing a little at the thought of stepping into the Sons Of Anarchy Clubhouse.

Jax can’t help but find your lack of biker knowledge a little charming. “It’s a clubhouse y/n, not a god damn cult” he laughs as he answers you. “Besides, it’s my clubhouse, anyone with my invite is good to go” he adds with a grin as his hand rubs over your leg in a soothing motion, the earlier sensations flooding back, literally.

You hadn’t felt nervous until now. A few days ago, being in the Teller-Morrow garage was the closest you’d ever been into the SAMCRO domain, and now, you were about to step right into the heart of it.

Jax turns left and pulls through the familiar gates. It’s quieter than you had expected, but then again it is nearly 9pm. “Only a few of the guys will be around” he says “it’s Friday, most of them will be at red Woody” he states, as if you’re familiar with their extra curricular activities.

“Red woody?” You question, completely clueless.

Jax shakes his head laughing, “trust me, you don’t wanna’ know” He starts walking towards the entrance, his hand gently guiding you once again.

Jax swings the door of the clubhouse open, gesturing for you to step inside first. You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for a taste of a world you knew nothing about, a slice of life that is entirely foreign to you.

The moment your foot steps over the threshold, you’re hit with a thick haze of smoke and the sharp scent of liquor, wrapping you in an intoxicated embrace. You step to the side, waiting for Jax to enter, your nerves prickling against your skin as you feel the weight of the stares from wondering members and a few half-naked women drift past, their eyes lingering on you with a mix of curiosity and distrust. That is, until their eyes land on Jax, and the mood shifts instantly. The glares soften and are replaced by a hint of respect as they realise you’re with the President himself.

Jax picks up on your slight unease and without a word, reaches out. Taking your hand in his. The little gesture grounds you, his touch reassuring. “I feel a little underdressed” you joke, in a whispered tone, as Jax leads you towards the bar. He chuckles, leaning in so only you can hear “Don’t mind them, they’re just croweaters” he can tell from your facial expression that you have no idea what that means, so he adds “they’re just here to please the guys and drink the free booze” as soon as he finished speaking,he realised it came out sounding like he was one of those who actually enjoyed the company of the croweaters. “Not me though” he adds hastily, noticing you laughing as he scrambles to cover his back. “Hmm, how could I be so sure?” You retaliate, Jax takes not of your tone, certain that you’re only messing around.

“Jackie boy!” a voice echoes from around the corner, the accent is unfamiliar to you, but if you had to take a guess, you’d say Scottish. A tall man steps into view, dressed similarly to Jax, though instead of the pristine white trainers, he’s wearing rugged biker boots. His salt and pepper hair pushed back, away from his face, revealing a distinctive scar that stretches from one cheek to the other, almost like a smile.

The two of them collide into a hearty embrace, each giving the other a solid slap on the back, the sound echoing like an encore. As they pull away from the hug, his gaze shifts to you.

“And who’s this tantalising young lady?” He asks with a mischievous grin, waiting for Jax to offer an explanation.

“This is y/n” Jax says with a smile in your direction, and id you weren’t mistaken, there was a hint of pride in his tone. “And this…” he gestures towards the Scotts man “…is Chibs, my VP”

You return a friendly smile. “VP… Vice President” you say, nodding as you recall Jax explaining the title back when you came in to get your car done.

"The one and only" he chuckles, a rouge grin on his lips. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance" Chibs can feel the tension between you both and his instincts telling him that there's more to this than a one night fling. He knows its a rare thing for Jax to bring women to the clubhouse, so its clear he has more than just ill intensions.

A phone begins to ring, Chibs pulls it out, pressing it to his ear. "Yeah.." he rolls his eyes "Well, he's clearly been occupied" his tone shifts, becoming more sharper as he casts a glance towards Jax. "You might wanna take this Jackie" he says, handing the phone over to the President. Jax gives you an apologetic look, mouthing the words 'sorry' before stepping away to take the call.

Chibs turns to you, checking to make sure you're comfortable. "Jax show you our wall of fame yet?" he asks, trying to fill the silence with something light.

"He hasn't" you reply with a laugh, raising an eyebrow "Do I even want to see what that is?" You already know to expect the unexpected in this place.

He chuckles along with you. "Lets get you a drink first, aye?" he suggests, leaning over the bar. "Anything in particular?"

You're not usually much of a drinker, but then again, you don't usually spend your free time in a notorious biker clubhouse, so why not? You scan the bar, searching for something of your taste. "I'll have a Cuba Libre" you let him know.

"What the hell is that?" he says, his Scottish accent thickening with each word.

You laugh, realising it’s probably just a clash of cultures. "A little bit of rum, a little bit of Coke," you say, still laughing as the words leave your lips, your hands gesturing the little bit you speak of.

His grin widens, as he begins to make your drink. "Well, why didn't you just say that" he cackles to himself. He hands you your drink with a grin "Not too strong, I hope?" he winks as he pops open his own bottle of beer.

"The stronger the better" you joke, lifting your glass and clinking it against his bottle. You take a sip, the drink burning with its strength, You force yourself not to react to the taste in your mouth "You gonna show me this wall then?" you look around, taking in the environment you're currently in.

"Sorry about that" Jax says as he re joins you both, a beer in hand. "admiring our pretty faces huh?" he chuckles, noticing you and Chibs standing in front of the mugshots belonging to each of the members. Chibs gives you a playful wink, then pats Jax on the back before stepping away, leaving you two alone.

He watches as you take in each individual mug shot, your expression softening with recognition when you stop at a specific one. "That's Harry right?" you ask, your mind drifting back to high school, Jax and Harry being the inseparable two.

He laughs, amused at the fact you're still calling him Harry, even though he's been known as Opie for years. "Yeah, that's our Ope" he smiles, impressed by your memory.

The night continues to flow effortlessly, you and Jax are getting closer with every conversation, sharing looks and touches that linger a little longer than usual. Chibs moving in and out of discussions, always with a quick grin, making sure your glass is always full, and stronger than the last. The alcohol making you feel much more at ease now. You��ve had casual chats with the barely clothed women, met some of the other SAMCRO members, and even spent some time playing darts, loosing to Jax of course. The sense of being an outsider has faded, and you’re starting to feel like you could see yourself being here on the regular.

Jax leans in closer, his hand resting lightly on your thigh. His ring covered fingers warm against your skin. The faint touch of alcohol and cigarette smoke clings to his breath as he exhales softly. “You Okay, do you need anything?” He asks, his voice low and concerned, a slight touch of protectiveness in his tone.

A soft laugh along with a smile escapes your lips as you lean back into him, his warmth grounding you. You start playing with the rings on his fingers, adjusting them and tracing patterns on his hand. Jax takes a quick glance around and notices the mood starting to fade. Some are too drunk whilst others are distracted with the women offering their advances.

You’ve both enjoyed the company of the others, but Jax feels it’s time for some alone time, just the two of you, and unknown to him, you’ve been thinking the same thing too. He gets up, extending his hand towards you, leading you to a quieter part of the clubhouse. At the end of the short hallway, there’s a blue bike that sits proudly on display. Jax presses three fingers to his lips before gently touching the bike, as if giving it a kiss. It doesn’t take long for your mind to quickly piece together that the bike likely belonged to his late Father.

You tighten your grip on his hand, a little gesture of affection. “Your dad’s?” You ask, curious if he’s willing to talk about him. He answers quickly, keeping it brief “Yeah, that’s JT’s bike” he squeezes your hand in return, a silent signal that he doesn’t want to dive into this topic at the moment. Respecting the unspoken boundary, you quickly shift the conversation “so where are you taking me?” You ask with a laugh.

Jax glances down at you, laughing quietly as he opens another door within the clubhouse. He leads you inside, his eyes locked on yours. Once the door is shut behind you both. He steps closer to you, using his body to gently push you against it. You look up at Jax lustfully waiting for him to make the first move. Your eyes reflecting that you want this just as much as he does.

Your lips crash together in an intense collision, his hands gradually trailing down your face towards your neck, holding you with a firm grip. The kisses begin soft and gentle before turning intense and desperate. Your hands glide smoothly to remove his kutte, as he rushes to take off his own t-shirt. You take in Jax’s half naked body in front of you, your eyes tracing over his tattoo, the scars, and the nearly healed bruises scattered along his rib cage.

He steps forward once again, closing the gap that remains between you, his hand reaching down to slowly pull the zipper on your shirt. He makes sudden eye contact with you, almost as if silently seeking your permission. “please” your voice strains, the desire so close to boiling over, you begin tugging lightly at the waistline of his jeans.

He laughs, a low almost amused sound. All those years ago, it was him pleading for your time, and now the tables have turned. You lean into him, feeling his hard cock rubbing against your thigh, which only serves to heighten your arousal even more. Your hands trail lower, grasping him in your hand, you can feel him twitching beneath the fabric. "you think I’m giving you my dick that easy?” He grins, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, reminding you of all the times you had previously let him down in the past. You bite your lip, realising he’s in it for the long game, you always had a feeling he was the type to tease. With a sudden surge of energy, he lifts you up effortlessly, one of his hands gripping onto to each ass cheek. He strides over to the bed behind him, where he lays you flat beneath the star speckled flag of the USA, a somewhat patriotic scene.

he gently lifts your shirt over your head, his lips leaving a path of warm kisses down your neck, until they reach the top of your leather mini skirt. His touch against your bare skin sends shivers down your spine, and makes your needy pussy tremble.

as your heavy breathing increases, so does the blood flow to Jax’s cock. He removes your skirt, unveiling the dampness between your legs. Covered by just a small piece of black lace, the moisture clinging to the fabric making it shimmer and almost become translucent. You can feel his hot breath hovering over you, you raise your head slightly admiring what he’s up to. He’s off the bed now, on his knees bowed down in front of you, literally worshipping your cunt. He looks up, catching you watching him. His gaze now locked with yours in a dominant manner. Without breaking the eye contact, he pulls down the thin material of your underwear, your body instinctively submitting to his command. You arch your back slightly allowing him to remove them with ease. “do you know how long I’ve waited to taste your pussy?” He murmurs, practically salivating at the sight of you. The words almost magnetic as your body unconsciously lifts towards his mouth.

He swiftly pushes you back down, his large hand covering your mound with absolute dominance. He then pulls your body closer to the edge of the bed, before he effortlessly folds you into a pretzel like position. The moment his tongue meets your sensitive flesh, you throw your head back into the mattress, huffs and moans leaving your lips. Your unable to control the reaction of your body as your legs push back against his firm grip. His hold loosens as he continues delivering sweet little licks either side of your swollen clit. You feel the disappearance of one of his hands, raising your head slightly again you notice him fumbling with his belt buckle. Releasing his stiff length from the fabric. He begins stroking it, teasing you as he submerges his face back into you. You notice his beard, glistening with your desire whenever he comes up for air. As your neediness becomes more apparent, Jax responds by making his movements more aggressive, rougher and more urgent. He’s tongue fucking you now, teasing your hole with what’s more to come.

“How do I taste?” You ask, between breaths, fully aware you’ll get the exact response you’re hoping for. “So fucking good” he says, as he crawls back onto the bed, licking his moistened lips and hovering over you. “Let me show you” he whispers, kissing you slowly, giving you the chance to taste yourself on his lips.

You can feel the hardness of him grinding against you, knowing he’s doing it on purpose. Teasing you with the feel of blood filled veins, the throbbing making it hard to resist. “Are you gonna make me beg for your dick?” You whisper, your fingers tracing down his tattooed back. His signature grin spreads across his face as he reaches into the top draw. “nah I think we’ve both waited long enough” he mutters, you turn your head to see his hand rummaging through the belongings. His body falls flat on you in defeat, as he realise there isn’t any protection to be found. “Fuck” he says, frustrated, neither of you wanting this moment to slip away. You place your hand against Jax’s face, gently guiding him back to you. “Jax, I trust you” you assure him, your eyes locking with his. He looks back at you, fully understanding the undertone behind your message. “y/n I don’t know if I can trust myself” he admits, unsure if he could pull out in time. You repeat your previous words, “I trust you” with conviction, wanting to make sure he knows you’re equally dedicated to this as much as he is, despite the potential risks.

To be honest, he needed little convincing, as even before the words left your lips, he was already positioned at yours. His desire, as well as yours, had already reached a point of no return. He guides his tip tenderly between your soaked folds, the touch gentle yet deliberate, like an introduction before he proceeds any further. “You think you can handle me?” He asks, in a playful but challenging tone. The question was pointless, he doesn’t even allow you the chance to reply. He shoves himself inside of you with such a pleasurable force it causes your back to arch inches off the bed. Your mouth opens wide, gasping as if you’re trying to inhale all the available air, your chest rising and falling with each desperate breath. Jax is unable to form coherent words as he is consumed by pleasure, his grunts and moans blending together.

He hovers closely over you, but manages to maintain his balance, holding himself up on one elbow as the other holds your face firmly, tracing his thumb along your bottom lip, pushing it slowly into your mouth. It’s clear he’s struggling to form the sentence he’s trying to get out. He bites his bottom lip, snarling at you before saying through gritted teeth “so… fucking tight” he laughs lightly as he finally manages to get the words out, in disbelief he’s finally fucking you.

It had been a while since you last had sex with someone, and even longer since it felt this fucking good. The connection with you both feels almost soul-tied but that just could be your pussy talking.

He changes position, now perpendicular to your body, holding your waist allowing him to go deeper into you. He watches as his two toned dick slides in and out of you, glistening from your wetness clinging to his body. His thumb is positioned just at the height of your hole, his thumb balanced on his hard piece, enjoying the way it feels as it ploughs into you. His stance is dominant, looking down at you smiling when you both make eye contact. He lowers himself down onto you again, grabbing your left tit, moulding it within his hands, he begins paying attention to your erect nipple, kissing it sloppily, spitting on it and lapping it back up again. Your hand lazily gripping his head, pulling him up towards you. “I only want you to fuck me from now on” you whisper in his ear, all it took was one fuck with Jax to never want to lie with another man again. “I’m only… fucking… you from now” he responds, now paying attention to your neck. He could have just said that because he’s in the heat of the moment, but either way you know you’ll hold it against him.

His thrusts become irregular now, both of you so close to reaching your peak. He pounds into to you, his sensitive tip recoiling off of your G spot. You’re both so in the moment, you don’t realise the voice echoing down the hall.

“JAAAAAX!” The Scottish voice rings out, booming through the thin walls, Chibs walks towards the dorm door, the unmistakable sound of skin meeting skin ringing in his ears. If it wasn’t important he would have let you both be but without hesitation, he knocks on the door. No answer of course - not that either of you would have heard, with Jax being balls deep inside of you. “Jesus Christ” he takes a deep breath, rolling his eyes, preparing for what he’s about to walk into.

“Pull ya dick out Jax! we gotta to go” Chibs looks up towards the ceiling whilst simultaneously banging his fist upon the desk next to the door, trying to avoid seeing anything he shouldn’t, but needing to get Jax’s attention, quickly. “Sorry y/n” he adds a small apology at the end.

The both of you fumble, thrown off by the interruption. Jax quickly moves to straighten the covers, in an attempt to preserve your dignity, he isn’t worried about his own. It wouldn’t be the first time his VP has seen is bare ass. “Chibs! What the hell brother” Jax shouts, pissed off is an understatement.

“I’m sorry, Jackie boy, but we’ve gotta move. Marks is at the warehouse…so is Alvarez” He shoots Jax a knowing look, clearly unable to share more details with you present. “Shit!” Jax retorts. You can tell from Jax’s reaction that this is serious. “Make it quick” Chibs instructs Jax, pointing directly at him, before slamming the door shut, waiting for the president on the other side.

Jax hurries off the bed, throwing his clothes back on. His boxers and jeans pulled on in a frantic rush. You watch from the bed as his messy hair - now tucked behind his ears, still clings to the clammy dew on his skin, some strands still poking out of place, adding to the chaos of the moment.

For a split second, you almost expect Jax to tell Chibs to fuck off, so that he could get back into bed, back into you, finishing what you had both started. But as you see him yank the laces of his trainers tight, reality hits. “Wait… Jax, you’re really leaving me here… like this?” the surprise obvious in your tone.

Jax bites his lip in frustration, “y/n, babe, I’m so sorry… but this can’t wait… I have to go” he grabs his kutte from the floor, slipping it back on like a suit of armour. “Don’t leave though… please, stay here. I’ll be back… I don’t know when but just promise me you’ll stay” he bends down, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before grinning. He leans in a little closer, whispering into your ear “it was worth the wait” he gives you a subtle wink, before heading out after Chibs, leaving you in the quiet aftermath.

You lean back against the headboard, the covers tucked tightly underneath each arm, protecting your modesty. A nasal laugh escapes you as you shake your head, glancing around the room. One minute, Jax was right here with you, fucking you senseless and then the next minute, he was gone.

As you sit there, processing the madness of the night, a part of you wonders if this is just the start. The chaos, the uncertainty. If you and Jax were to ever become more serious, would this become your new routine?Jax disappearing at the most inconvenient times, off to protect his club as he leaves you behind to wonder when he’d be back.

Perhaps the more tempting road may lead to more heartache.

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[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.”

[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. 

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[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

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"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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[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.

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"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."

[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.

[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.

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

[ravennaortiz]

Old Dog, New Trick

Summary: Chibs and the fruit rollup BJ trend. As always 18 +

Chibs stared at his phone not sure what to say. Between the photo of you in his favorite green lacy bra and panties and the suggestive text he was overwhelmed. Glancing up he saw Juice heading to his kitchen and followed him.

"I need to head home a bit early laddie" stated Chibs as he stepped into the kitchen.

"No worries mans, everything good?" inquired Juice as he took in his friends’ demeanor.

"Yeah, yeah. Umm, you got any fruit rolls up chance?" inquired Chibs trying to be casual.

"Yeah, didn't take you as a fruit rollup guy" replied Juice as he got in his cabinet and pulled a box out.

"Never too old to try new things" shrugged Chibs as he took the box and walked out. Ignoring Juices words about just taking one.

The drive home took ten minutes instead of twenty and he had his belt off and pants around his ankles as he got to the bedroom door.

You laughed as your old man waddled into the bedroom. “Someone was eager huh? Couldn’t even take time to get the boots off?” you teased as you stood up and pushed him to the bed. Once he was on his back you knelt and worked on taking off his boots.

“No time Lassie, leave em” ordered Chibs as he shook the box of fruit roll ups in the air. His boxers already tenting.

You shook your head but moved up onto the bed. Hand gentling stroking him through his boxers making him groan and thrust up. “Open one for me daddy” you whispered as your eyes met his lust filled ones. Quickly Chib ripped into the box sending fruit rolls all over making you giggle. “Daddy already making a mess and I haven’t even put my mouth to use” you teased as you grabbed one of the snacks and tore it out of the wrapper. You tore the paper some and playfully licked the fruit treat as you used your free hand to yank his boxers down. Chibs cock was bobbing free and proud in the air. Tip already starting to leak as he watched you lick and suck the fruit roll up.

“Kitten please” begged Chibs as he swallowed hard. His cock aching for your mouth and hands. Slowly you wrapped his cock with the fruit roll up, planting kissed to his tip after each circle until your lips were coated in precum and Chibs was panting.

“Fuck” bellowed Chibs as you slowly started bobbing up and down on his length. Hands squeezing his balls. The feeling was intense. So hot and tight that he didn’t think he would last long as he bucked up sending himself further down your throat. Chibs closed his eyes and let himself get lost in the sensation, moaning and groaning as he felt you start to nibble at the fruit roll up. Pulling your mouth from him you grinned as you stroked his length. Hand and mouth sticky from the fruit snack and him.

“You like that daddy?” you purred as he arched his back up, hips thrusting away into your palm as he nodded and tried to get words out. Putting your lips back to his tip you used your hand to stroke the remnants of the fruit roll up down to the base of his cock, tongue lapping at the veins on the underside of his cock as you worked down. The feel of hands on your head had you grinning as you relaxed your throat as Chibs cock twitched violently before pouring his release down your throat. You continued to suck him greedily until he was prying you off his sensitive cock.

“Ye are the devil” he panted as you continued to stroke him as you licked the remnants of him from your lips.

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[mysticalmallard]

♥︎ Defending Their Girlfriend ♥︎

🦆:These were all supposed to be drabbles, but I got a bit carried away, so they are more like oneshots and I didn't want to edit any of them down. Because they all came out so long I've only done Jax, Juice, Kozik, Tig and Chibs. I may do a separate one another time for Happy and Opie if that is something you guys want ♥︎

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⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ : VIOLENCE, ABUSIVE BEHAVIOUR, SEXUAL ASSAULT, CREEPY MAN, SEXIST men, swearing and other general SoA Warnings there is nothing too graphic but if you don't like reading about any of the topics listed please DO NOT read the rest of this post!!!, ONLY YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE for your OWN media consumption!!! ⚠️

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Jax

On a hot summer night, Jax and his girlfriend were out for a night walk, enjoying the quiet streets of Charming together.

As they walked, a group of young men, all of them a little tipsy on alcohol, passed by. One of the men catcalled Jax's girlfriend as they walked by, making a crude and sexist comment.

Jax took immediate offense, gritting his teeth in anger. He stepped up to the man, who looked startled by the tall, furious biker suddenly in his face.

"Excuse me?" Jax growled, his eyes locking onto the man who had made the inappropriate comment.

The man took a step back when he spots the club patches, suddenly realizing who Jax was.

"N-nothing, man, it's cool," the man stuttered out, trying to backpedal. But Jax wasn't satisfied he was already too angry. The other guys had stopped and were starting to circle, realizing the situation was getting heated.

"Oh, it's *not cool*, man," Jax said in a dangerous tone, his eyes flickering to the other guys slowly surrounding them. Jax wasn't worried, though - he lived for this. The tension in his body made it clear he was ready to defend his girlfriend, his pride at stake.

His girlfriend tugs at his sleeve worried "Jax it's okay...let's just go"

"Nah, this isn't okay, babe," Jax responds, his voice firm but gentle. He turns his head to look at his girlfriend, seeing the hint of worry in her eyes. He softens slightly. "He's disrespecting you. Me. *Us*."Jax turns his attention back to the man who started this whole thing. "You need to apologize. Now," he demands, his voice a low rumble, his eyes fixated firmly on the guy.

The man, still looking nervous but a little bolder behind his friends, scoffs and throws a cocky grin. "And if I don't?" He asks in a mocking tone.

Jax's eyes narrow, anger flaring again. He closes the space between them, getting right in the man's face. "Then you're gonna have a huge problem on your hands." The threat in Jax's voice is clear.

The man shoves Jax back when he gets in his face Jax stumbles back, but catches himself quickly, the shove only adding more fuel to his anger. He takes a step forward again, his shoulders squared swinging at him connecting with the man's jaw.

The man falls backward, clearly not expecting Jax to strike so quickly. The other men hesitate, not expecting to deal with a fight.

Jax stands over the man, glaring down at him. "Don't ever disrespect my girlfriend again," he snarls.

The man is clutching his face, a look of fear in his eyes as he looks up at Jax. He nods shakily. "S-sorry, man," he stutters out, clearly intimidated.

"Now apologize to my girlfriend," Jax's tone is firm. He's not backing down until the guy apologizes properly.

The man looks up at Jax's girlfriend, shame on his face. He mutters a quick, "Sorry, ma'am."

Jax's girlfriend looks relieved, but she's clings onto Jax's arm standing close to his side, clearly still feeling uncertain about the situation.

Jax looks down at her, silently asking if she's okay with the half-apology. She nods slowly, looking somewhat reassured.

Then, Jax looks back at the man on the ground, eyeing the other men who are still standing around, ready to step in if necessary.

"This is your only warning. Don't say that kind of shit again." Jax's voice is cold and firm. The message is clear - he won't tolerate anyone disrespecting his girlfriend like that again.

Juice

Juice and his girlfriend were sitting on the couch in his living room watching tv, when suddenly, she received a phone call from her parents. She reluctantly answers already knowing what they were gonna say. They were trying to convince her to end her relationship with Juice. Juice overheard bits of the conversation and could feel the tension in the room. He knew that they disapproved of their relationship.

Juice squeezed a pillow in frustration, but he couldn't just sit there and let her parents talk her out of their relationship without a fight.

He took the phone from her hand and took a deep breath before speaking. "Hey, I know you don't approve of this relationship, but I love her and I'm not going to let you talk her out of being with me without giving me a fair shot."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, but he could hear her parents murmuring in the background. They clearly didn't like his interruption.

"Listen I am sure you have some good qualities or our daughter wouldn't date you, but we don't want her dating some criminal thug from a motorcycle gang," her father said, his voice filled with disapproval.

Juice clenched his jaw, stung by the man's words. He couldn't help but feel the anger rising within him, but he tried to keep his cool.

"I may be in a motorcycle club, but I am not some mindless thug. I have a brain, I have a heart, and I have feelings just like anyone else, and i love your daughter sir...I don't know what she sees in me to be honest with you...she could have anyone she wants and she chose me...but I am going to stay with her as long as she wants me to be" he said with clenched teeth.

There was another moment of silence on the other end of the phone as her parents continued to murmur in the background.

Juice could feel the tension building up inside him, but he was determined to prove that he was worthy of her love. He glanced back at his girlfriend, who was sitting on the couch beside him, her eyes watching him intently. She gave him a small smile, knowing that he was defending their relationship fiercely. He smiled back at her before turning his attention back to the phone.

Her father spoke up again, his voice now filled with a hint of annoyance. "Look kid, we just don't want our daughter mixed up in some dangerous lifestyle. Motorcycle clubs are not known for their stability or their law-abiding ways, and we don't want her getting hurt or in trouble."

Juice took a deep breath before responding, his voice firm and steady. "I understand your concerns, sir, but my club is not like that. We have rules and structure and we take care of our own. We don't just go around causing trouble for the hell of it."

"But you DO cause trouble, don't you?...you say you love our daughter, but you can't, not if you want her involved in that lifestyle," her father says matter-of-factly.

Juice closes his eyes and sighs, stung by her father's words. He knew that her father had a point. His life in the club was dangerous, and he had seen firsthand how it could cause harm to those he cared about. But he couldn't deny his love for her. He couldn't just easily walk away from her.

" I know the life isn't perfect, sir, and yes, sometimes there is trouble, but I promise you I would never let anything happen to your daughter. I would protect her with my life. And as far as loving your daughter...I do, I love her more than I could even explain to her...but i am gonna try my best to show her every damn day"

Her father was silent for a moment, as if contemplating his words. Juice could hear him talking to his wife in the background, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. He waited anxiously for his response, his heart beating faster in his chest.

Finally, her father spoke up, his voice slightly more compassionate than before. "Look son, we love our daughter and we just want what's best for her. We want her to be happy and safe, and we're afraid this life you're involved in will only bring her pain."

"Come visit let me show you, meet me atleast before jumping to conclusions with gossip you hear from people who don't know me or the club....your daughter loves you guys so much and I don't want us being together creating tension in your relationship with her" he sighs down the phone trying to find someway of fixing things.

Her father was silent for a moment, mulling over Juice's invitation. He could hear him speaking to his wife in the background, and Juice could only hope that he was coming around.

Finally, her father spoke up again, his voice filled with resignation. " Fine, we'll come meet you. But we're only doing this for our daughter's sake, not yours."

"Fine with me, sir," is all he says before hanging up.

His girlfriend scoots over to him. "What did they say? They weren't rude were they? I swear I've told them so many times the club isn't a gang but they don't listen" She rattles off nervous to what was said.

He gently holds her face, looking in her eyes to get her to stop rambling. "Hey, hey, don't worry about it," he says, trying to soothe her. "It was a little rough at first, but I managed to calm them down. They agreed to come meet me."

"They did?" She asks in disbelief. "How did you manage that? I've asked before, but they said they were too busy"

He laughs softly, amused by her surprise. "I can be pretty convincing when I want to be," he jokes. "I just spoke my mind and made it clear I was serious about you. And I guess your dad didn't want to stand in the way of his baby girl's happiness."

He tightens his arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. He can feel the warmth of her body against his and the softness of her hair against his cheek. He nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her familiar scent.

"I'm here for you," he whispers, his voice low and intense. "I'll always have your back."

Herman Kozik

Kozik pulled up to his girlfriend's house but as he pulled up he saw her standing outside with her ex. The ex was yelling and she was crying, with tears streaming down her face. Kozik gets off his bike and could immediately sense the tension in the air.

The ex, noticing Kozik's presence, turned and scowled at him. "Who the fuck are you?" he spat.

"I'm her boyfriend," Kozik replied, trying to keep his cool. "And you need to back off from her, man."

The ex's face contorted into a sneer. "Boyfriend?" he said, his voice dripping with venom. He turns back to her "are fucking kidding me with this shit?...huh? we were just having a little spat and you go and sleep with some biker dickhead..huh? I always thought you were a bit of a whore but really? I give you your space and you treat me like this?.." With every word the ex steps closer to her, she steps back as best she can away from him until she's against the building.

"w-we broke up. You kept cheating on me so I ended it. Its been 5 months...please just leave" she says shaking.

The ex lets out a scoff as he continues his advancement on her, he's just a few steps from her now. Kozik doesn't like the look on her face and steps between the two of them putting himself in front of her. "Back off man, I'm not going to tell you again." Kozik's tone is firm as he shoves him.

The ex stumbles back, a look of anger and disbelief on his face. "Who do you think you are, you biker trash?! You think you can come here and take my girl? She's mine!"

Kozik stands his ground, not backing down. "She's not your girl anymore, she's mine and she asked you to leave, so do it."

The ex takes a step forward, his hands balling into fists, "Or what, you're going to kick my ass? I'd like to see you try biker boy"

Kozik keeps his cool, staring the ex down. "I don't want to fight you man, but I will if you don't leave. She doesn't want you here."

Kozik looks over his shoulder at his girlfriend she looks terrified.

His voice softens, "Go inside love, i'll be in after" he says not wanting her nearby should things get violent.

She shakes her head softly glancing between them "n-no...please I don't want you to get hurt"

"I'll be fine baby please go inside" he pleads with her and she relents slowly walking around, the ex hurling insults at her as she goes when she goes to move past him he lunges forward grabbing her wrist causing her to scream.

The moment he touches her Kozik tackles him to the ground. He was caught off guard as Kozik takes him down. The Ex landed hard on the gravel, his back hitting the ground with an "oof". He tried to get up but Kozik was already on top of him, pinning him down.

"YOU DONT FUCKING TOUCH HER!" He screams in his face. The Ex tries to struggle against Kozik's hold, but it's no use. Kozik's grip is tight and strong.

"Get off me!" the Ex snarls, but Kozik just presses down harder, his face inches away from the Ex's. The ex turns his head to the girlfriend "you fucking see what you've done huh? You little whor-" Kozik doesn't let him finish punching him in the jaw.

"YOU SHUT UP DONT CALL HER THAT"

The ex let out a groan as Kozik punched him. His head slumped back into the gravel, reeling from the impact.

"You bastard!" he groaned, but Kozik didn't let up. He leaned forward, his face just inches away from the Ex's.

"You listen to me and you listen well," Kozik growls. "You're going to leave her alone. You're not going to speak to her, you're not going to call her names, and you're sure as hell not going to touch her again. Do. You. Understand?"

The Ex nods, his expression a mix of anger and fear. Kozik lets go of him and stands, taking a step back. The Ex sits up, his jaw sore, and glares up at her.

Kozik blocks his view standing in front of his trembling girlfriend.

The Ex gets to his feet, his hand rubbing his bruised jaw. "You think this is over?" he spits.

"It's over when she says it's over," Kozik replies, his voice hard and determined. "And she's already made it clear she doesn't want anything to do with you."

The Ex opens his mouth to reply but stops himself, his eyes darting between Kozik and his girlfriend. He clearly wants to say more, but he knows he's out matched.

"You're done here," Kozik says firmly. "So do yourself a favor and save yourself the beating and leave. Don't come back." Kozik stares him down, daring him to do something after a long while the ex stalks off back to his car across the street.

Kozik stays in a protective stance in front of her until the car disappears around the corner.

The moment he is out of sight he turn back to her. She's shaking, her eyes wide and tear-streaked. Kozik gently cups her face with his large, calloused hands, his expression softening.

"Baby, it's okay," he says soothingly. "He's gone. I'm here. You're safe now."

Kozik wraps his arms around her, holding her tight against him. He rubs soothing circles on her back, trying to calm her down.

"Shhh, it's alright love," he murmurs into her hair. "I got you. I got you."

They stand like that for a few moments, her clinging to him like a lifeline, him holding her close and protective. Finally, she pulls back a bit, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. Kozik brushes the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs, his touch gentle and caring. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you, alright?"

Tig Trager

Tig was at her place when the doorbell rang. Tig, being the gentleman he is, answered it for her.

"May I help you, ma'am?" Tig inquired to the older woman waiting outside.

The old woman glares at him, her eyes narrowing as she looks him up and down. “You’re making too much noise! Always driving that loud motorcycle, playing music late at night. It’s completely disrespectful!”

Hearing the womans shrill voice his girlfriend comes up behind him knowing he has a short fuse with these kinds of things. "I'm sorry, we'll try to keep it down from now on" she says not wanting to cause any issues with her neighbour.

The old woman huffs, clearly not satisfied with the response. “You young people have no respect these days. In my day, we knew how to behave properly. But I guess your generation doesn’t care about how your actions affect others, do you?”

Tig’s temper is reaching its boiling point, but he manages to keep his cool for now. "Respect goes both ways, lady," he says, his tone cold and calculated. "We’ve been keeping the noise down as much as we can. Maybe you should try investing in some earplugs or something."

The old woman looks affronted by Tig’s response. “How dare you speak to me like that! I have lived here for years before she even considered buying that house, and I will not be disrespected by some biker thug!”

Tig’s temper ignites at her words. “Biker thug? You call me a thug?” he scoffs, his voice rising in anger. “I was a Marine. I fought for this country. What have you done besides sit in your rocking chair and complain?“

The old woman looks taken aback by his words, her eyes narrowing further. “I don’t care what you’ve done. You’re still making too much noise and disturbing the peace. Maybe she should consider moving if you can’t handle living in a civilized neighborhood.”

Tig’s fists clench at his sides as he struggles to keep his composure. "Civilized neighborhood? You call this place civilized when all you do is nag and complain? Maybe you should learn to mind your own damn business and stop worrying about how loud we are."

"You watch your tone, young man! I have the right to live in peace and quiet, and I will not let some criminal with a bad attitude tell me otherwise." The old lady’s eyes flash with anger.

Tig is on the verge of losing his temper completely. "Criminal? I’m not a criminal," he says through gritted teeth. "And you don’t have the right to tell her what she can do in her own home. We’ll keep the noise down as much as we can, but we won’t be silenced just because you don’t like how we live."

The old woman huffs again, clearly not satisfied with Tig’s response. "I’ll be watching you. One more loud noise and I’ll call the police and repor-."

Tig doesn't let her finish and just slams the door in her face mumbling under his breath "Damn old lady." He huffs, turning to face his girlfriend. "Can’t she mind her own damn business? People these days, I swear. I bet shes just all pissy cause she ain't getting any... do you think Piney would take one for the team?" he asks jokingly pulling a giggle from her. "But seriously," he continues, his expression turning serious. "Don’t let her give you any grief....but you know you would have any issues if you just live with me....we can be as loud as we want there." He says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively putting his hands on her hips.

"I know, I know," she says, giggling again as she rolls her eyes at his antics. "And as tempting as that offer is... Its a little too soon for us baby...besides I dont think you can handle all this every day...do you think you could keep up old man." she says, running her hand over his chest.

He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I can definitely handle it baby doll." He says, his hands moving up her sides. "I can keep up just fine. In fact, I could probably wear you out before you could wear me out." He grins, pulling her closer to him.

"Wanna prove it, Trager?" She challenges peering up at him through her lashes.

A sly smirk spreads across his face as he eyes her up and down, taking in her seductive curves. "You bet your sweet ass I do," he growls, his hand moving to her hip, pulling her flush against his body. He cups her chin, lifting her face up to meet his gaze. His eyes darken with desire as he leans down to her ear, his breath hot on her skin. "You're playing with fire, darlin'," he whispers, his voice low and rough. His arms snake around her waist, pulling her closer still. His hands wander down to her ass, giving a firm squeeze. "You sure you can handle it?"

She gasps softly as he touches her, her body responding to his touch. "I can handle anything you throw at me, Trager," she whispers back, her eyes locking with his.

"Is that so?" He grins, nipping at her ear. "We'll see about that."

He scoops her up into his arms, holding her against his chest with ease. He strides over to the couch, setting her down on it before crawling over her, his body covering hers. He takes her wrists in his hands, pinning them above her head. He gazes down at her, his eyes filled with hunger and desire. "You still think you can handle it, doll?" She shivers as he holds her pinned beneath him, his body pressed against hers. She can feel his heat, his strength, the hardness of his muscles.

She meets his gaze boldly, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, I know I can handle it. But can you handle me, old man?"

He chuckles moving his lips hovering over hers but a loud knocking comes from the door once more causing them both to groan

"I CAN STILL HEAR YOU" The voice of the woman breaks through ruining the moment.

Tig growls in frustration, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. "Damn it," he mutters. He sits back on his heels, running a hand through his hair "Let's just ignore her hmm? she has to leave eventually"

She sighs "Tiggy, baby, we are not having sex in earshot of that woman total mood killer"

He sighs heavily "I could kill her if you want.. I'm sure no one would miss the old hag" he offers only half joking.

She swats his chest laughing "Don't you dare, she'll end up haunting me forever" she pouts.

Tig laughs, amused by her playful swat. "Okay, no killing the old bat," he agrees reluctantly holding his hands up.

"But seriously, how do we shut her up? You deserve to be able to make as much noise as you want in here without being hassled by some nosy neighbor."

She pauses, thinking for a moment. "I don't know... maybe I could talk to her again and try to reason with her. Or we could get some soundproofing for the walls."

He frowns thinking for a moment "...or you could just move in with me...you could sell this place or rent it out...I have a spare room you could turn into your own space if you want...I dont think it's too soon" he asks again completely sincere.

She looks at him, surprised by his proposal. "Move in with you? But... are you sure? I mean, it's a big step."

She can see the sincerity in his eyes, and a part of her is intrigued by the idea. Living with Tig would certainly be different than living alone, but the thought of waking up next to him every morning is pretty appealing...

"I'm sure," he says firmly. "I want you closer to me, and it would solve the nosy neighbor problem. Plus, I could keep you safe easier."

He reaches out and gently tucks a strand of her hair out of her face. "Besides, I like the thought of waking up with you every morning."

Chibs

Chibs and his girl were at the mall, walking up to the escalator hand in hand. While going up, Chibs' sharp eyes caught sight of something unpleasant. He saw a man standing a step bellow them discreetly aiming his phone under his girl's dress, attempting to take a picture.

Without skipping a beat, Chibs snatches the phone out of his hand. He holds it firmly, staring the man down. The creep froze, realizing he'd been caught, his eyes darting around nervously.

Chibs' grip on the phone tightened. He glanced at his girl who was visibly uncomfortable and quickly caught onto the situation, her cheeks flushing with anger.

"Ye thought ye could just take pictures of my girl without being seen, eh? Not on my watch," Chibs growled, his voice low and dangerous.

He opens the phone Chibs flicks through the images on the man's phone, each one more sickening than the last. His anger mounts as he realizes this creep has been a repeat offender, taking pictures of alot of unsuspecting women at the mall.

His jaw clenches tightly as his eyes narrow on the man, his voice dropping dangerously low. "Ye got quite the habit, don't ye? Takin' pictures up lassies' skirts without their knowledge," he seethes.

He hands the phone to his girl, making sure she sees the evidence. She looks at the pictures, her expression a mix of disgust and anger.

"I'll take care of this, don't ye worry," Chibs reassures her, turning his undivided attention back to the guy. His voice is firm and commanding, "Ye've got some explainin' to do, laddie. What's yer name?"

But they've reached the top now the man quickly trys to scramble past wanting to get away. Despite the man's attempt to flee, Chibs' reflexes are lightning fast. Before the guy can take 2 steps away, Chibs seizes him by the collar, yanking him firmly back.

"Nah, ye ain't goin' anywhere," Chibs hisses, his grip like iron, effectively boxing him in.

A small group has gathered around seeing the commotion his girlfriend quickly explains what's going on with a shaky voice so they don't get the wrong idea about what Chibs was doing handing the phone to a dad wearing dog tags with his two teen daughters so he can see for himself. The dad looks at the phone, his expression hardening as he sees the pictures. He passes the phone to one of the older girls, who also peeks at the images. She gasps, her hand flying to her mouth.

"Oh my God," she whispers.

The crowd surrounding them grows, with murmurs of disgust and outrage. Chibs holds the man firmly, his eyes scanning the gathering crowd.

The dad and few other men from the crowd help him hold the man down on the ground, none of them caring if they hurt him or not.

The man squirms in the grip of Chibs and the other men, but it's useless against their combined strength. Chibs holds him tight, his eyes narrowing angrily.

"Nuh-uh, laddie. Ye ain't gettin' away from this," he growls.

One guy in the crowd heads off to fetch mall security, and they arrive within a few minutes, taking the situation in.

The security guard approaches Chibs and the rest of the men holding the man prisoner. "What's going on here?" he asks, a sense of authority in his voice.

"This creep was takin' pictures up my girl's skirt on the escalator," Chibs explains, his voice a dangerous rumble.The security guard's eyes widen slightly as he nods in understanding, he then turns to address the man. "Is this true?"

"I... um... I...," the man stutters, his protests falling flat under the intense gazes of Chibs and the others.

"Save yer excuses, laddie," Chibs interrupts, his tone firm. "We all know what ye were doin'. There's the proof, right in yer damn phone."

The security guard nods, taking the phone from from her to have a look. His expression hardens as he goes through the images. The man's face is a mask of shame and fear as he's cornered.

"Alright, we'll be taking him into custody, and call the police" the security guard says to the crowd around them. "You can all return to your day now."

The people gradually disperse, the thrill of the spectacle wearing off. Chibs nods at the security guard. "Make sure he pays the price for what he's done," he adds, his voice hard and unforgiving.The man is taken away by the security guard, struggling but ultimately unable to escape.

Chibs turns to his girlfriend who still looks shaken. He puts his arm around her, pulling her close.

"Are ye alright, love?" he asks gently, his voice softer now the immediate threat is gone."I... I think so," she says quietly, her hand clinging to his. "I just can't believe someone would actually do that."

Chibs tightens his grip on her, pulling her into a tight embrace. "Aye, it's sick. But ye don's have to worry about him no more. He's goin' to get just what he deserves."

Chibs gently kisses the side of her head, his lips lingering against her hair. He draws her closer to him, his strong arms wrapping around her protectively.

"I'm sorry ye had to go through all that, lass," he murmurs, his voice soothing. "Don't worry, I'm here for ye."

[tinyshyteacup]

Tw: cussing, nightmares, fluff

Part 3

Whiskey & Wee Things - Part 4

The smell of coffee lingered in the air, but you barely noticed.

Your hands shook slightly as you washed the breakfast dishes, the lukewarm water rushing over your fingers. You hadn’t really slept—not properly, not in ages—but last night had been worse.

It had felt too real.

The feeling of cold steel against your cheek. The sound of Jimmy O’s voice, laced with that sick amusement. The phantom sting of pain, even though your cheek had mostly healed.

You pressed a palm to your face, fingers brushing over the scar.

Gemma’s sharp eyes caught the movement.

"You didn’t tell him, did you?"

Your stomach twisted.

"He doesn’t need to worry about it," you muttered, placing a plate in the drying rack.

Gemma scoffed. "Bullshit."

You sighed, gripping the edge of the sink.

"It’s just nightmares, Gemma. I’ll be fine."

She leaned against the counter, crossing her arms.

"You can lie to yourself all you want, sweetheart," she said, voice softer now. "But you can’t lie to me. And you sure as hell can’t lie to that biker of yours."

The familiar rumble of a Harley outside made your stomach drop.

Gemma glanced toward the door.

"Guess we’ll find out, huh?" You rolled your eyes.

Chibs' knock at the door was firm but not impatient.

You barely had time to blink before Gemma was swinging it open, her sharp eyes flicking over Chibs as he stood on the porch. He looked like he hadn’t slept much either, though it was hard to tell if that was just the weight of the interim Presidency sitting on his shoulders.

His gaze immediately found you and you could see it—his sharp gaze flicking between you and Gemma, like he knew there was something unspoken lingering in the room, his body tense even though he hadn’t heard a word yet.

"Alright then," he said slowly, tugging off his gloves. "What’s goin’ on?"

You turned away, pretending to busy yourself with the dishes again.

But Gemma?

Gemma didn’t waste time with pleasantries.

"She’s not sleeping," she said bluntly. "Nightmares. Bad ones."

You winced.

Chibs’ eyes snapped to you.

"That true, love?" His voice was quieter now, but there was an edge to it.

You swallowed, focusing on the water still running in the sink.

"I’m fine, Filip—honestly its—"

He was beside you before you could take another breath, one rough hand reaching out to turn off the tap.

His fingers curled around your hand guiding it out if the sink and brushing his thumb over your knuckles—forcing you to look at him.

"Don’t do that tae me, mo chridhe"

Your breath hitched.

His voice had dropped even lower, a rough whisper that sent shivers down your spine.

"Don’t tell me yer fine when yer not"

You felt your throat tighten, your free hand clenching into a fist at your side.

"It’s just dreams, Scotsman."

He exhaled sharply through his nose.

"Aye," he muttered, releasing your hand. "An’ dreams can break a person just the same as any blade."

You looked away.

"It’s over. He’s dead."

"That bastard might be dead," Chibs said, voice dark, "but what he did to ye ain’t."

The words hit deeper than you expected.

Your fingers twitched, instinctively reaching for the scar before you caught yourself.

But Chibs noticed.

Of course, he did.

His jaw clenched, his eyes flickering to your face, to the scar running across your cheek. His thumb lifted, hovering just inches away—like he wanted to touch it but wouldn’t unless you let him.

"Ye shouldn’t be carryin’ this shite alone, love."

You bit your lip, your chest tightening with something heavy, something raw.

"I don’t want to be a burden."

Chibs let out a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh.

"A burden?" He shook his head, stepping closer, his voice dropping to something almost desperate. "D’ye have any idea what ye mean to me?"

Your breath caught.

The kitchen felt too small, too warm.

He pressed his forehead against yours, calloused hands caging your face.

It was so gentle, like he always was when it came to you.

"Ye don’t have to carry this alone," he murmured. "And ye won’t."

Your eyes burned, a lump rising in your throat, you let yourself lean into him.

Chibs’ eyes darkened, as he pulled back, his jaw tightening slightly before he exhaled through his nose. "pack a bag love, yer comin’ wi’ me."

You blinked.

"What?"

He gave you a look that left no room for argument.

"Pack a bag, mo chridhe."

Your fingers curled into the hem of your sweater. "Scotsman, there just—"

"Love, I ain’t askin’."

Your breath hitched.

He took a step closer, voice softening.

"Ye need sleep. Ye need to be looked after. An’ I should’ve done somethin’ sooner." His eyes flickered with something almost pained. "So let me take care o’ ye, aye?"

You hesitated.

You knew how much pressure he was under—running the club while half the guys were inside, trying to keep things from falling apart. He didn’t need this on top of everything else.

"You already have enough on your plate."

Chibs let out a dry, humorless chuckle.

"Aye, well. Takin’ care o’ my Old Lady’s meant tae be on my plate, too." His knuckles brushed your cheek. "Let me do this for ye."

Your heart stuttered.

You weren’t even sure what part of that sentence hit you the hardest—the possessiveness in my Old Lady, or the way he looked at you, like he’d already decided that your needs came first.

You swallowed hard, then nodded.

"Alright, fine"

Chibs’ place was as you expected, nothing had changed since you'd collected things for him with Gemma all those months ago.

It was small but lived-in, smelling faintly of leather and whiskey, but also something cleaner—like soap and faint traces of his cologne.

The couch looked like it had seen better days, his kutte draped over the back. A gun rested on the coffee table, but there was also a book beside it—something old and worn.

You lifted the book and flicked a few pages absentmindedly setting your bag down on the couch, he caught you looking and huffed a small, amused breath.

"Didn’t take ye for the snoopin’ type, lass."

Your cheeks flushed slightly as you jumped. "I wasn’t snooping."

He smirked, but it was soft, lacking the teasing bite it usually carried.

"C’mon, let’s get ye settled."

You hadn’t expected him to take a whole day just for you. But when Filip Telford made up his mind, there was no chance at changing it.

"Right then, love," he said, tossing his keys onto the counter. "Yer home for the day."

You hesitated in the doorway.

"Filip, I—"

He turned back, hands on his hips.

"Ah, don’t start that shite," he interrupted, raising a brow. "Aye, I’m busy. Aye, I got a helluva lot to deal with. But ye know what else I got?"

You swallowed.

"What?"

His expression softened.

"A bonnie Old Lady who needs her Old Man."

Your chest tightened.

"You don’t have to—"

"Stop," he said gently, stepping closer.

Before you could argue, he reached for your jacket, slipping it off your shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world. His fingers brushed your arms—just a whisper of warmth—but it was enough to send a shiver down your spine.

"Yer gonna let me take care o’ ye, aye?"

You bit your lip, feeling your resolve waver.

He wanted to do this.

Not out of obligation.

Not because he felt guilty.

Because it was you.

Chibs was nothing if not thorough.

He made you sit on the couch, tossing a blanket over your lap like you were some fragile thing in need of warmth.

He grumbled about your nightmares and how much work you'd taken on to support his interim Presidency

"Yer stressin’ yerself out, mo chridhe, I can see it." as his knuckles dragged slowly over your cheek.

"Can’t have ye runnin’ yerself ragged, now can I?" He quipped as he stepped away, turning on the kettle and rummaging through the cupboards.

You quirked a brow as he pulled out some teabags and begun making tea. "Here I was starting to think your bloodtype was Jamieson's Scotsman" you giggled.

That earned you a sharp look, but there was a smirk with it.

It wasn’t just the care that got to you, It was the way he did it.

So soft, so natural—like this was something he’d been meant to do all along.

You'd seen this side of him before, but it always managed to completely floor you, how your Filip could be so gentle with you dispite the things you knew he'd done.

You’d seen him protect, seen him fight tooth and nail for the club, for his brothers.

Later, when you’d settled against his chest—his arm draped around you, fingers absently tracing shapes on your shoulder some film flickering across his television—you couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

"Filip?"

"Love ?"

You hesitated, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

"Are you sure this isn’t… too much?"

His hand stilled.

"What d’ye mean?"

You swallowed.

"I know you’ve got so much on your plate already. The club, the guys in prison, everything with Jax and Clay and—"

"Stop, yer talking in circles now, mo chridhe" he murmured, cutting you off.

He shifted slightly, tilting your chin up so you’d look at him.

"D’ye really think takin’ care o’ my Old Lady is too much for me?"

Your breath caught.

"I—"

"Love," he sighed, shaking his head. "Yer mine. D’ye understand that?"

Your throat burned, emotions threatening to spill over.

And then, softer—

"An’ if ye need me, ye tell me. Aye?"

You nodded, "Alright, Filip" you whispered.

A slow, knowing smirk tugged at his lips.

"Good." He pulled you close, tucked you against his chest, and whispered, "Yer gonna stay, love. Just for tonight."

"I can take the couch—"

Chibs let out a quiet, disbelieving laugh.

"Christ, woman. Ye think I’d let ye sleep on the couch?" He shook his head, running a hand through his greying hair. "Yer in my bed. End of discussion."

He guided you toward the bedroom—The bed was neatly made, which didn't surprise you.

You hesitated near the doorway, only briefly.

Chibs stepped forward, brushing his knuckles along your cheek.

"I ain’t leavin’ ye alone, lass. Not tonight."

Sleep didn’t come easy.

But when you startled awake, breath ragged, hands gripping the sheets—

There was warmth beside you.

The nightmare had yanked you awake so violently that, for a moment, you weren’t even sure where you were.

Your chest heaved, panic clawing up your throat, the phantom echoes of Jimmy’s voice still ringing in your ears. You could still feel the cold press of a blade against your skin, the sharp sting where it had carved into your cheek—

You gasped for air, fingers tangling in the sheets, hands shaking.

The room was dark, but not empty.

A familiar warmth shifted beside you, and before you could flinch away, a rough, calloused hand covered yours.

"Love."

His voice was soft, hoarse with sleep but steady as a rock.

"S’alright. Breathe for me, aye?"

You tried.

Failed.

Chibs sat up slowly, keeping his movements measured, careful. The bed dipped as he leaned toward you, and in the faint glow of the streetlight seeping through the blinds, you could see the worry in his eyes.

"Christ, yer shakin’ like a leaf." His hands found your arms, rubbing warmth back into them. "What happened?"

You couldn’t answer.

Your breath hitched, shoulders trembling, and before you could break down completely, Chibs moved—pulling you into his chest, strong arms wrapping around you in a way that left no room for argument.

"Shhh, I’ve got ye," he murmured, one hand smoothing over your hair, the other resting against your back, his broad palm spreading warmth along your spine.

You squeezed your eyes shut, pressing your face against his shirt, breathing him in—leather and soap and the faintest hint of cigarettes.

It grounded you.

Made you come back to reality.

His lips brushed the top of your head. "No one’s gonna hurt ye, mo chridhe ’. Not while I’m breathin’."

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt.

"I—I thought I was back there," you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "Fuck— It felt so real."

Chibs exhaled slowly, and you felt his grip tighten just slightly.

"But ye weren’t." His voice was firmer now, certain. "Ye’re here. Wi’ me."

You nodded against his chest, swallowing hard.

"Aye, there ye go," he murmured, tilting his head to press a kiss into your hair. "Deep breaths now. That’s it."

You hadn’t even realized how shallow your breathing had been until now.

Slowly, carefully, you let yourself match the rise and fall of his chest.

After a while, the panic eased, leaving exhaustion in its wake.

Chibs shifted slightly, pulling back just enough to tip your chin up with his fingertips.

"Ye alright, mo chridhe ?" he asked, voice gentle.

You nodded, though the tension hadn’t fully left your body.

He studied you for a long moment, then let out a quiet hum.

"Dinnae move."

Before you could question it, he pulled away—but only to reach over to the bedside table.

The small lamp flickered on, casting a dim glow over the room. The sudden light made you blink, and Chibs took the opportunity to glance around, scanning the shadows like he was making sure nothing lurked there.

Like he could fight the ghosts haunting your mind with nothing but a sharp glare and the sheer force of his presence.

When he was satisfied, he turned his attention back to you.

"Better?"

You nodded again, throat tight.

"Aye, well. That’s no’ good enough." His expression softened, and he reached for you again, pulling you easily into his lap.

You stiffened slightly, but Chibs just leaned back against the headboard, his arms loose around you—giving you space, but holding you steady.

"Ye know I won’t let anything happen to ye, aye?" His accent thickened slightly, voice low and serious.

Your fingers toyed with the hem of his shirt.

"I know, Scotsman"

He let out a quiet huff.

"Then why do ye look like ye don’t?"

You exhaled shakily.

"It’s not you," you admitted. "It’s just… my head. It won’t let it go ... its like it just keeps replaying."

Chibs was quiet for a moment, then—

"Aye, well. If yer head won’t listen, then I’ll just have tae keep reminding ye myself."

Before you could ask what he meant, he shifted—pulling you closer until your head rested against his chest.

"Ye feel that?" He pressed your hand over his heart. "That’s me, mo chridhe."

He dropped his head, just enough to place a kiss to your hairline. "Ye need tae know each of o' those wee beats have two jobs, make sure yer safe and make sure yer happy, love"

The steady thump-thump beneath your palm made something in your chest unravel.

"Aye, there ye go." His fingers trailed up and down your back, slow and soothing. "Ye’re safe, mo chridhe. I swear it."

You exhaled shakily, rubbing a hand over your face as Chibs guiding you both back down on the bed.

"S’alright," he murmured, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. "Ye’re safe, love. Ye’re home."

Home.

You didn’t know if he meant the apartment.

Or him, but you didn't care.