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mysticalmallard · 5 months ago

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♥︎ 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."

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tumbleweed-writes · 8 months ago

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Being in a smaller fandom is so weird because it's just like a handful of us going "Still like the thing??? Cool, cool, me too. Just checking in. Glad we still like the thing. I hope we continue to all like the thing."

#sons of anarchy #jimmy palmer #chibs telford

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brunettemarionette · 5 months ago

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Gemma sighs as she talks over the phone. "…no, she doesn't have any open appointments for the next few months. I have Tig, Juice, or Opie free?… okay well, I'll book you in with her if anything opens up. Bye." She sighs putting the phone down walking outside.

The guys were all standing watching you bent over the hood of a car, looking into the window, with your overalls on, arms tied around your waist, and a cropped vest. "Does anyone work around here?"

They all scurried away in case you turned and notice them staring.

The matriarch of the club sighs before giving you a once over and staring at your ass until she notices Clay staring at her with a smirk. "Stop staring at the kid's ass while she's working," he says teasingly.

Gemma just smirked, whispering in her husband's ear as he rubbed a hand over his chest, "I will when you do, baby."

#soa #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #soa imagine #happy lowman #jax teller #tig trager #juice ortiz #chibs telford #opie winston #gemma teller #clay morrow #all of the Sons #fem!reader #reader insert #x reader #female reader

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 7 months ago

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Handled.

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

Pairing - Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Female Reader

Warnings - smut. cursing. alcohol mention.

Word Count - 1.5k ish??

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

Masterlist. Inbox.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"... Inside?"

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

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

"A stunt like what?"

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

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

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

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

He smirks, mischievous and knowing.

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

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

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

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

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

"Please? You wanna be polite now?"

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

"Chibs."

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"Don't be mean."

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

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

"You think I'm pretty?"

He rolls his eyes at you, chuckling.

"I think you know that by now."

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

He leans forward, pressing his mouth to your ear.

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

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

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

“You really wanna know?”

His accent has got thicker, tone low and dangerous.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Chibs?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Will you kiss me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kiss me,” you whisper once again.

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

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

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

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

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thisreadswhatever · 1 year ago

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Only Mine

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 2.4k

[cw]: 18+ only, smut, jealous overprotective Jax, angst, short fight scene (if you can even call it that), car sex, oral f receiving, teasing, unfinished sex

[authors note]: I had this idea floating around for awhile and then this request inspired the rest! thank you!

“I’m sure you say that to all the ladies.”

You were along the bar, chin in palm, blinking your lashes at the man sitting beside you. He smiled back wryly. He was pretty perfect. Clean cut, slightly muscular, no tats covering him from top to bottom, no bike sitting in the parking lot. He was a little cocky, aware of his good looks, and in all honesty, any other day he’d be the type of guy you’d usually find pretty boring. But for tonight, he’d be a welcome distraction.

“So you’re really here alone?” the man asked, looking around as he took a sip from the glass in front of him.

You smiled back, twisting a strand of hair into your fingers as you sipped your beer, “that surprise you?”

“Someone like you doesn’t come around here often. Can't imagine you haven’t been snatched up yet.”

Technically, he was right. Jax and you hadn’t spoken in days, and although the mutual silence was a regular occurrence, you somehow always found a way back to each other. It never had been made ‘official’, but it never really needed to be. You both stuck to each other like the end poles of magnets, impossible to keep apart yet impossible to stay together. You and Jax were a burning flame amongst a sea of trees condemned to an endless drought. Your love was toxic and infuriating, and it pained you both how hurtful you could be to one another. Yet for some reason, you always went back. You’d reconnect, one of you would fuck up, and then it was back to square one all over again.

“Haven’t found the one yet”, you teased.

He gestured to the bartender with his hand, “can I buy you another beer?”

You smiled politely back at him, “you can buy me as many as you want.”

You picked up your drink and pulled his hand with your other as you led him to one of the quiet booths settled at the back of the bar. You spent the next hour cosying up to your stranger, soaking in the attention he gave you. He was overly attentive and extremely polite, almost a little too nice for your liking. No roughness on the edges, no fight in him. Just a gentleman through and through. You sat inches from each other, tension building as the drinks continued to appear.

“Can I kiss you?” The man asked as he leaned in, hovering above your face. It wasn’t often you were asked to be kissed. You stared into his eyes through your long lashes, nodding in approval.

He smiled shyly into your lips as they pressed against his. He was gentle, his hands slowly moving to your waist, never straying further.

He laid back into the bench, taking a sip from his beer. “You know I never did catch your name.”

You didn’t want to share anything with this stranger, the anonymity bringing less questions and expectations.

“Later.”

You cupped his face in your hand, grazing his jaw with your fingertips as you brought his mouth to yours again.

He was nice, but the longer you spent kissing your gentle stranger, the more you yearned to be in the hands of your depraved biker. Jax was urgent and desperate for you each time you were in his arms. There was a mutual desire that turned you both into crazed maniacs when you were together. It was something you’d searched for every time you were with someone else, because nobody you’d ever come across had given you that same feeling.

Jax had a way of turning you into the only girl in the world. Until he was fucking the next croweater who threw themselves at him the following day.

Tonight, you were going to allow yourself to enjoy the gentlemen in front of you. You leaned back into the bench, trying to edge him on top of you as you sunk into the bench against his lips.

You were so entangled in your stranger that you never even noticed him arrive with half of The Club. It wasn’t until you were interrupted by the break in your lips as he was pulling the man off you by his shirt, forcing him to the floor as he was knocked flat on his back.

“Jax!”

“Dude! What the fu-“ he tried to stand up, but Jax placed his shoe directly on his chest, crushing him to the ground. The man grunted under the weight, failing to pry the shoe off of him. “What the fuck are you doing!?”

“What do you think you’re doing?” He pressed down into the man’s chest harder, restraining himself from crushing his rib cage all together.

The stranger looked at you with wide eyes, trying to speak through the force compounding his lungs, “she said she was alone!”

Jax smiled at him as he laid spread out on the dirty bar floor.

“I don’t give shit what she said. Your time is up, pretty boy.”

You were ashamed to admit that you thoroughly enjoyed watching Jax furious with envy over you, but you did feel bad for the innocent guy beneath his sneaker.

“Get the fuck off him, Jax.”

He glanced up at you, taking a long look at your flushed pink cheeks and swollen lips.

The crowded bar was now zoned in on your table, watching and entertained by the drama unfolding. Chibs, Juice and Bobby guarded the table, ensuring no onlookers got in the way of Jax’s jealous fuelled rage.

He picked the man up by his collar, pulling him to his feet as he threw him against the wall. Jax gripped at his jaw, lifting his chin to force his eyes towards you at the bench. “I suggest you apologise for bothering my girl.”

“Jax don’t be ridiculous-“

He ignored you, glaring at the man in his grasp, tightening the grip on his collar.

“I’m sorry, okay!”

“Not to me, asshole. To her.”

You rolled your eyes, watching as he tormented the innocent stranger you had set yourself upon.

“I’m sorry I bothered you.” His voice cracked from the hold Jax had on his collar, draining the circulation from his neck.

Jax shoved the man off the wall, releasing him as he was once again flown across the laminate. He stumbled to regain his balance before he started running, bolting for the exit. He disappeared at the speed of light, chuckles from Juice and Chibs echoing through the bar as he ran.

You stood up from the bench, storming off in anger for the door.

Jax followed you into the empty, dark car park outside the bar. His hands stuffed into his pockets as he watched you slump against the brick wall, sliding down to sit on the pavement. You put a cigarette to your mouth as you searched for a lighter in your bag. You hadn’t felt tipsy until the air hit you, realising your head was spinning.

He paced over to you, crouching forward with his lighter, igniting the cigarette between your lips.

“You’re such a prick sometimes, you know that?”

Jax slid down the wall beside you, his legs bent slightly at the knees as he sighed to himself, lighting his own cigarette. “Not gonna argue with that.”

He exhaled a large cloud of smoke as he spoke, “but you were basically fucking that guy in an open bar, y/n.”

“First of all, no I wasn’t.”

He chuckled, amused by your irritation.

“And second of all, what the fuck has that got to do with you? You’re the one who decided to get knee deep in Ima last week, again.”

“I told you I was drunk.”

“And now I’m drunk too”, you protested.

He shook his head as smoke escaped his lips, fingers twirling the silver lighter in his hands. “That isn’t going to happen again.”

Your head fell back as you groaned at his promise, leaning against the hard brick behind you. “Yeah, ‘cause I haven’t heard that one before.”

He smiled, nudging your leg with his playfully. “You know I mean it. Doesn’t matter who I’m inside, there's only one face I see.”

You turned your head towards him, leaning your face on his shoulder. “I’m tired of this, Jax. You and your mommy issues are giving me whiplash.”

“Yeah, well your baggage ain’t so easy to handle either.” He placed a hand over the back of your head, stroking your hair as he spoke.

You responded with a punch to his knee, swaying his leg. “You can’t just keep beating men up because they’re interested in me. That guy was actually sweet.”

He threw his cigarette across the pavement before he grasped his hands into your hair, entangling his fingers between the strands. He crushed his lips against yours, his tongue lapping into your mouth. His fingers smoothed against your face, the feeling of his cold rings brushing against your cheek. Your foreheads connected as your eyes closed, resting silently along each other. “I can be sweet too.”

You chuckled, playfully biting his lip. “You’re a sweet, jealous prick, Teller.”

He pulled into you once more, pecking your lips slowly before escalating into your lips, pulling you on top of him. You straddled him there in the lot, surrounded by empty parked cars in the dead of night. His hands gripped at your waist, pulling your body tighter to him, the feeling of his erection pressing into your jeans. Your hands twisted into his hair, holding his head against yours. He smirked against your lips, trailing his hands lower to your ass, as he secured his hands in your back pockets. He stroked your cheek with his nose, kissing the pink tinted skin.

“I just don’t like sharing what’s mine.”

Your mouth found his as you raised your eyebrows, mumbling into his lips, “then take what's yours.”

He grinned, lifting you in one swift motion from his lap, standing you up against him. He pulled you across the parking lot as you stumbled drunk, trying to keep up. He led you to your car, opened the back door and pushed you flat against the back seat.

Jax laid above you, planting himself between your legs. He angled himself between the seats, crushing his mouth against yours. His touch was ravenous, ripping the buttons from your jeans waistband as he pulled the denim from your ass. You giggled as he struggled to get them off entirely between the leather of the flat seat. You lifted yourself up, helping as he removed them. He pulled at your shirt, lifting it higher to expose the skin around your stomach as he leaned into you, gnawing at the skin in short pecks from your navel to your now exposed panties. You grasped at his hair as he claimed you with his warm mouth, suffocating himself into the fabric that covered your mound.

“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking soaked for me.” He groaned at the taste of your slick pooling into the cotton, pulling your panties to the side. He circled his tongue against your clit, watching you, utterly mesmerised as you whimpered at the sensation. He rolled his thumb against your dripping fold, “this pretty cunt is mine.”

Vibrations filled your entire being as he nuzzled into your mound, lapping his tongue repeatedly against your slick, his hands lifting your ass to push deeper into you. You tugged at the roots of his blonde hair, drunken moans of his name filling the car park as you struggled to keep quiet. He pulled away, his face glistening from your juices as he smirked at you, caressing his fingers against your pussy. “You want your sweet guy to finish you off?”

Your head fell back at the taunt, “c’mon Jax, don’t- stop-”

He pulled your panties down your ass, exposing your cunt entirely. His tongue stroked you, prodding at your swollen nub, before hesitating again. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“Fuck, Jax- I’m- yours. I’m only yours.” The words trailed slowly from your gritted teeth, your head swirling from the feeling and the beer. You chased for his mouth, drawing your hips up closer to his face.

“Look at me when you tell me.”

You used all your might to lift your head from the seat, finding his eyes staring into yours, fire blazing within them. You spoke between your sharpened breaths, trying to form a coherent sentence. “I said- I’m yours.”

“I can’t hear you, darlin’. You’re only what?”

Your head collapsed into the leather seat, cries escaping your lips as you squirmed your hips higher to find his mouth again. “I’m yours- Jax- shit-”

“That’s my pretty girl.”

He stoked his tongue against your clit, enjoying every moment as you pleaded through your moans for him to take you to your climax. He was revelling in your anguish as he teased at your cunt. He played with your folds again, his fingers caressing the soaking skin.

“No other man comes near my pussy, isn’t that right?”

You groaned in response, his claim on you sending you further into spiral. “No- no one else.”

His lips reconnected to your cunt, whimpers of desperation pouring from your lips. His fingers finally found your entrance, rewarding you as he slid into your seam, pushing you towards your release.

He muttered into your mound, “you only cum for me.”

Your body exploded at his instruction, collapsing onto his fingers as they curled against your sweet spot, his mouth soaking in your orgasm. He delighted at your unravelling, his hands travelling your body as he found your breasts, kneading into the soft skin.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Let go for me.” Your thighs shook around his face uncontrollably, squeezing his head into your cunt.

He released his hand from your mound, hovering over you as his lips laid flush against yours. He danced around your mouth, forcing you to taste your slick that covered his tongue. Jax straddled over your hips, holding himself up against the headrest of the seat as his throbbing cock found your entrance. He positioned himself, sliding between the folds, a squeal escaping your throat as he filled you entirely.

Before he could fuck you senseless, a loud repeated bang was heard against the hood of the car, startling you both.

“Jackie boy! We gotta go!”

Jax collapsed against you, groaning in frustration. If you weren’t so drunk from Jax and the beer, you would’ve been furious. Instead you giggled, amused by the interruption, “Chib’s and his impeccable timing.” He sighed, his head resting against your chest.

He pulled out from you, as you rushed to put your underwear back in its place. He smirked against your mouth as he kissed you one last time, parting your lips between his, "guess I’ll just have to finish claiming you later.”

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 months ago

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"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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dallianceangel · 4 months ago

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I’m Not Proud Of It

Writing this has given me another idea for a fic 💗

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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.”

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marvelous-slut · 11 months ago

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Call Back Pt. 2 - Chibs Telford x Reader

It took me forever to write this shit cause my new job has me in a thousand different directions. But here she is. Part two!

“Hey baby.” Gemma says as you walk through the door. You smell the hints of bacon, French toast and of course cigarettes through out the house. “You hungry?” She asks, you kick off your shoes and plop down into the chair at the dining room table.

“I would offer help but looks like you’re done. Smells great.” You say, Gemma smiles and sits down the plate of eggs. You grab your cup, filling it with orange juice. Trying to make yourself comfortable in the chair, your legs still aching from last night.

“Don’t worry, you can help when I clean this shit up.” You both chuckle, before long Jax makes his way to the table. He sits down only for a moment to grab some French toast and devours it. He pours himself some milk and drinks it in one setting.

“Someone’s in a rush.” Gemma says, putting eggs onto her plate. Jax looks up, shaking his head. Something has happened with the club, you can tell. You can always tell.

“Fuckin’ short on guys again today. First it’s Bobby saying he’s got shit with the baby mom, then Chibs saying he can’t be there today for the gun meet. Something about he has to stay close incase the wife calls.” You drop your fork, picking it up quickly in an attempt to make the shock your feel less noticeable.

“Fiona?! What is that bitch coming back here for? Hasn’t she fucked his life up enough? Bitch should have decided on that when he was in the hospital.” Gemma asks. Hospital? How did you miss it? You question yourself. You visited him frequently after that bomb went off and you didn’t see his wife? You feel froze in place. How stupid? How stupid could you have been to believe anything that bastard said to you?

“Yep. Apparently it’s about their kid, or working out things. I don’t know I got mixed up on what he told me. I’m just pissed cause we’re two guys short now. Even Tig is more reliable right now and that’s saying a lot.” Jax gives Gemma a kiss on the head and gives you a hug before he heads to the door. Clay had already headed out early in the morning to finish up some things at the club house. You feel your hand around the knife that laid on the table, tapping it up and down. Gemma notices and decides it’s her business too of what’s going on.

“What’s with the knife?” She asks. You pause for a moment, thinking of how to get the frustration out without telling her too much.

“Well, just a hypothetical question, if you’d been seeing a man and found out he was playing you like a fucking fiddle the whole time you’d been fucking him, what would you do?” You ask, holding the knife in place now but not letting up on your grip. She lowers your hand down.

“Well baby, I’d be holding a knife just like that. What’s going on?” You sigh, tossing the knife down. Instantly you know, Gemma knows too.

“It’s nothing, just a th-“ Before you can finish your sentence she blurts out.

“Fuck me! This is about Chibs!” She blurts out. “What the hell, how long has it been going on?” You feel your heart pounding in your chest.

“Look, that’s not important. I’m just pissed, he told me he was done with his wife and now this?” You put your hands into your head, forcing back tears. “How could I be so fucking dumb?” You mutter out, Gemma runs her hand up and down your back.

“Listen, look at me.” She says, you look up to make eye contact with her. “Fuck him. I love Chibs. I do, but that’s a sleaze move and he knows it. The best thing I can tell you, act like you’re unbothered. You go to the club house tonight when everyone’s there, you ignore him.” You sigh, throwing your head back.

“Gem. I don’t even wan-“ She cuts you off before you can finish.

“I don’t give a damn, you’re not gonna lay at your house and sulk over this. You’re gonna get your shit together, put on a good outfit and show his ass you’re not bothered.” You look at her and know she means business. “And I won’t tell Clay if you’re worried about it. I’d like to kick Chibs ass myself right now but I still don’t want the bastard to get killed.” You nod in agreement.

“Now, eat, get your ass home and get the crying out of your system and then get ready. Make sure you wear something that shows the girls too.”

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As horrible as you felt, you managed to drag yourself to the mirror and look at yourself. Not bad for someone who’d been sobbing for a large part of the day. Once you got to the club house, you saw Jax. He looked much more relaxed than this morning. You turn your head and meet eyes with Chibs, he doesn’t even look upset. You feel the anger flowing through your body. Feeling your fist clinch. You remember what Gemma said - unbothered. You look away and keep heading to the bar. Chibs eyes still watching you as you go. A moment passes as you decide on what to drink. Water is probably the best choice, but the booze would surely help how you feel.

“You look sad.” The young familiar face says as he sits next to you. You turn to him, examining him closer up than you had before. Juice was his name.

“I won’t lie, I am.” He smiles softly, pushing a beer toward you. “But this alcohol is gonna help me not remember that. I hope.” You say, taking a drink of the beer.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asks, you smile at him shaking your head.

“It’s better I don’t. What’s up with you? Most of you stay 100 feet away from me at all times.” Juice smiles, looking over to see Clay with Gemma. Since Clay had made the comment a few weeks ago to Juice about how the two of you should ‘get to know each other better’ he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Clay admired Juice, he’d always wanted a son. Jax was close enough to it, but he also knew Jax would never feel that way about him.

“Look, I think you’re a pretty girl. I don’t like seeing pretty girls sad.” You hadn’t interacted with Juice much, most time when you were at the club house he wasn’t or he was passed out inside a crow eater.

“Thanks Juice. You’re sweet. I should have known, you’re the least scary looking one here.” He giggles and rolls his eyes.

“What? The tattoos on the side of my head & the mohawk doesn’t scare you?”

You let out a chuckle, it felt good to laugh and enjoy yourself. You run your hand over the side of his head where his tattoos lay.

“No way. They’re real? I always thought it had to be temporaries you kept putting on.” You joke, he laughs softly. Before you can say anything else, you see Chibs standing behind Juice.

“Juicy boy, can I have a minute?” He asks motioning to you. Juice nods his head, silently upset that Chibs interfered with the interaction.

“I’ll see you later?” He asks, you smile and nod your head. Even blowing him a kiss as he walks away. Chibs motions for you to follow him outside. Once the two of you are outside, he’s pacing back and forth.

“What? I don’t give you attention for five minutes and you’re out with the young Buck aye? Makes a lot of sense. You just want a man to keep you occupied.” You laugh, shaking your head. You should walk away, but you don’t.

“You know what? Fuck you! Fuck. You. You’re the one who lied about your wife, you lied about what you wanted with me and your wife. You don’t get the right to drag me out of a party and try to make me feel bad.” You blurt out, surprising yourself that there aren’t tears running down your face. “Maybe next time you’re trying to play both sides with women, you shouldn’t tell the fucking girls step brother about your issues.” Your back is against the wall as he stands over top of you. His hands against the concrete wall.

“It’s complicated-“ He begins to speak, at this point you didn’t need to hear it, you didn’t even want to hear it. He instantly regrets the comments he made, but it was too late to take it back.

“No. No, Chibs it isn’t. You lied. If you wanted your wife back, all you had to do was tell me that. I’m a big girl and can handle the hurt.” You gently shove him away as he tried to get closer to you. “I’ll make it less complicated for you. I’m done with you, I’m done with this. Enjoy getting your family back. You deserve it. I hope your sorry ass goes back to Ireland and you live happily ever after.” You brush past him and head to your car. Despite the pain that ached in your chest you were proud of yourself. Realizing it was time to stop beating a dead horse. Chibs sighs deeply, he pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Before he lights it, he hears a familiar voice behind him.

“Something you need to tell me Chibby?” He feels his body go cold, turning around to meet the face of both Clay & Jax.

“Aye. Fuck me.” He says, throwing his hands up in the air.

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theangelssing · 11 months ago

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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.

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somethinginthewayiam · 3 months ago

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Redwoody Productions

pairing: Chibs Telford x plus-size reader

words: 2861

warnings: there is 18+ content throughout (minors DNI), smut, p in v, fluff at the end

a/n: after the horrible events of the last part, I thought I take it somewhere more fun and sexy. This takes place in the events of s7e3. I have managed to get one more chapter out of me which you will get next week. Let me know what you think!

Summary: Lyla and you brought Redwoody Productions to life, filming its first ever scene. You were now officially part of the porn business, even though it was behind the scenes. But that didn't mean it couldn't inspire you to have some fun with your favorite biker...

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“Are you ready?”, Lyla asked you as she came over. “Are you?”, you asked in return and let your eyes wander over the set in front of you.

“I’m ready to get this production off the ground”, she stated and put her arm around your shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“Let’s make some porn, people!”, you called out and clapped your hands together. Everybody cheered as you shot Lyla another look and smiled before you walked away from set to give them some room to work.

You walked over to the set of chairs and tables that were currently occupied by the Sons. You stood next to Chibs who was sitting in one of those chairs and leaned against his shoulder. Your skirt was a little too tight to sit down but you wanted to dress for the occasion.

“Quiet on set!”, Lyla called out from her director’s chair. “Action!”.

You watched the three female performers, the girl-on-girl-on-girl-scene unfolding in front of you, set in a parody of Frankenstein’s monster, Skankstein. Your hand played nervously with the hair in Chibs’ neck.

You never thought you would ever say that but you were proud of your porn stars. Redwoody production was as much your baby as it was Lyla’s. She took care of the production and performers and you took care of everything business, handling the books and the MC’s involvement.

You felt Chibs’ hand moving over your ass which looked particularly good in this, a little too tight, skirt, giving it a good squeeze. In return, your hand in Chib’s hair moved down his neck into the back of his leather jacket, grazing the skin of his upper back, running your nails over it how you knew he liked it.

“And cut!”, Lyla said loudly and everybody started cheering and clapping. “Congratulations, boys. That was the first take of Redwoody production”, Lyla said as she turned around in her seat. “You’re a genius”, Jax congratulated her as he walked over, pulling her into a hug.

“Good job, lass”, Chibs said and looked up at you, padding your ass. You bent down to kiss him.

“You both are”, Jax said, reaching his arm out to you and you walked over, hugging him as well. Jax now had his right arm around Lyla and his left arm around you.

“You both did a great job to get this production up and running and I just trust each of you to take good care of it”, he said, looking at you and then Lyla. “Thanks, boss”, Lyla replied with a smile.

The Sons had to take off soon after. Before they left, Chibs came to find you as you watched your crew setting up for the next scene.

“We have to go, lass”, he said and you felt his warm hand through the thin material of your blouse on your back. “Okay, be safe”, you turned around to kiss him goodbye.

When he let go and wanted to move away, you grabbed his kutte in the front and pulled him back.

“Will I see you tonight?”, you asked. Spending the nights with Chibs wasn’t a promised thing these days. His features softened for a second. “How about I pick you up when ya done tonight?”, he suggested and grabbed your hips.

“I can’t ride on your bike. My skirt’s too tight, it would split in half”, you countered with a chuckle. “Countin’ on it”, he commented and slapped your butt before he winked and left with the Sons.

A blush and a grin inhabited your face as you watched him leave, your thoughts wandering to what he might do to you later tonight.

You turned back around to watch your crew work, but your mind kept wandering. Maybe you could prepare a cheeky little surprise when he came back to pick you up…

When it got close to Chibs coming by the warehouse, you texted him to come inside, telling him that you would take a little longer than expected.

“Y/N, darlin’, where are ya?”, he said when he entered the warehouse at the late hour, finding it empty and mostly dark. “I’m over here”, you called out from further inside. Chibs found you sitting on the gurney of the Skanknstein set, wearing a version of the doctor’s coat that was used in the movie shoot today.

“The doctor will see you now”, you told him, your legs crossed, covered in white fishnets. A smile forming on your face as you saw the look on his face.

“What’s all that?”, he asked a bit irritated, but a growing smile on his lips as he slowly came closer. “Let’s say I got a little inspired today”, you told him with a flirty smirk and started unbuttoning the coat, revealing the white lace underwear you were wearing beneath it…and nothing else.

His eyes followed your fingers. When you had unbuttoned the last one, it were his hands that pulled the material apart, revealing your half-naked body to him.

“What is it about you and late nights at a warehouse, hm?”, he asked as he ran his hands along your thighs down to your knees and back up again, reminiscing about the first time you had slept together.

Your hands came up to unzip his kutte. “I don’t think it’s the warehouse alone that gets me in the mood”, you replied as you pulled it off his shoulders. “I can’t resist a certain biker”, you added and grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to every tattoo of his in your reach. Chibs pushed the doctor’s coat off your body. His hands ran down your arms, grabbing your wrists. He brought your hands up to his lips and kissed the inside of your palms.

His dark brown eyes bore into yours, holding your stare. “Are you okay, baby?”, you suddenly asked, furrowing your brows. Your eyes scanned his face. His features hardened before they got soft again. “I’m alright”, he answered. “And I’m getting better by the second”, he told you and took a step back to take a good look at you.

You hooked two fingers into the waistband of his pants and pulled him towards you. You licked your lips, tilting your head back as he towered over you. “Fuck me, baby”, you moaned.

His fingers weaved into your hair, pulled your head back even further. He lowered his head until his mouth hovered right above yours. “How much do ya want me?”, he whispered at your lips. As an answer, your hands reached forward, finding his belt buckle and starting to undoing it.

“You seem a little eager, doctor”, he mentioned. You smiled at his lips, biting down on your bottom lip. “Well, I hadn’t had sex in hours, so I’m starving for cock”, you told him, sliding down the zipper of his pants.

“I might have just what ya need”, he said with a growl in the back of his throat. You could feel his hard cock pressing against the fabric of his jeans against your fingers. “I’m sure of that”, you said and rubbed him over his pants.

He pushed down his pants to his mid thighs and then pulled you closer to the edge of the gurney, your legs spreading automatically. All of a sudden, you both couldn’t wait a second longer.

He pushed your panties to the side and aligned his cock at your entrance. He coated his tip in your juices before he started to push in, slow but steady.

“Oh god!”, you called out, throwing your head back in pleasure. When he bottomed out inside you, he let out a deep, raspy groan. “Fuck, you’re so tight”, he growled and started to pull back only to push in again. “Mhm, yes, baby”, you moaned and leaned back a little, arching your back and moving your pelvis forward.

Chibs put his left hand on your hip and with his right hand, pushed down the left strap of your bra and cup with it. His fingers wrapped around your breast and squeezed it tightly while he repeatedly thrusted into you.

You slipped out of the other strap and reached behind you to unclasp your bra, tossing it aside the next second. As soon as he had the chance, Chibs put both his hands on your breasts, kneading them with a groan. He really loved your boobs.

You put a hand on the back of his neck and pushed him towards you. Your lips met in a heated kiss, your tongues dancing with each other. You felt the lust burning in your groin, spreading out across your whole body.

The next moment, he let go of your lips and pulled out. He led you off the gurney and turned you around only to bend you over it with a push on your upper back. You braced yourself with your hands on the flat surface in front of you, feeling his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties and pulling them down your legs. You stepped out of them when you felt the material at your ankles.

Chibs’ hands wandered up your legs, kneading your ass as he stood up straight again. You felt the tip of his cock at your entrance again, but he stopped there, teasing you. “Please, baby, fuck me”, you whined and wiggled your ass at him.

“You want my cock? Take it”, he ordered. You placed your hands firmly on the gurney and started to push back against him, taking him inside you. He kept still for a few moments while you fucked yourself with his cock before he couldn’t take it anymore and took over.

With a firm grip, he grabbed your hips and started slamming into you. You yelped with every thrust. In this position he had the best angle to drive you wild. You moaned his name repeatedly like a prayer.

His hands snaked around your upper body, pushing you up and against him, then moving further to grab ahold of your breasts. He ground his hips into you, burying himself deep inside you with every thrust.

“Baby”, you moaned, tilting your head back, feeling his hot breath on the skin of your neck, his lips latching onto you and sucking on your sensitive skin.

“I’m gonna come, baby”, you told him breathlessly. “I-I wanna look…into your eyes…when I do”, you pressed out between moans and the overwhelming feeling of a nearing orgasm.

He let go of you again and you turned around in his arms. You pushed his pants all the way down, helping him out of his shoes.

Chibs got onto the gurney and you climbed up to get on top of him. You straddled his hips and dug your knees into the cushioned surface beneath you. You reached down between you and aligned him with you before you sank down.

“Fuck”, Chibs breathed out when he felt your walls wrapped around him tightly. You started moving your hips back and forth, grinding your hips into his. His hands kneaded your ass again while his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, playing with it with his tongue and teasing it with his teeth. The sensation sent electric shocks through your system, making your skin tingle.

You held on to his shoulders as you sped up. The knot in your lower stomach tightened again and got bigger with every snap of your hips. Your breathing was quick and shallow.

Chibs’ hands moved up from your ass and roamed your back. You flung your arms around his neck, one hand going into his hair. Your hips rolled against his pelvis a bit slower now, more deliberately. Your orgasm was building inside your lower stomach.

Your breathing was so fast, you almost felt light-headed. You felt Chibs’ hand on the back of your head, tilting you down until your forehead rested against his. Your eyes bore into each other and you lost yourself in his dark-brown.

You wanted to hold his stare but it was getting too intense paired with an overwhelming orgasm. At the last second, your eyes fluttered shut and you threw your head back, holding on to his neck and shoulders as you screamed out.

After your little roleplay at the warehouse, it was time to finally get home to your apartment. He had convinced you to let him take you home on his bike and leaving your car at the docks with the promise of him driving you to work tomorrow. In the afternoon, you had grabbed a pair of pants from your car, a little emergency outfit you always had with you, so you were actually able to even ride with him.

You put on your blouse again and the pair of pants before you shut all the lights and locked the warehouse door for the night.

“I saw Juice today”, Chibs suddenly mentioned while putting on his riding gloves and walking towards his bike. “Really? Where?”, you asked surprised.

Chibs had told you that Juice and the club weren’t on good terms lately. “The diner on Main. That little weasel Unser tricked me into going there”, he said and his tone was icy. “How was it?”, you asked, as you arrived at his bike, and put a hand on his chest to try and calm him down again. You could tell how much it hurt him so see Juice again. “Shite”, he simply stated, his facial features hardened. He took Juice’s betrayal very personal as he felt some kind of responsibility for him, like he was his little brother.

“How is he? Juice”, you asked. “I don’t care”, Chibs growled and wanted to move away but you didn’t let him. “And how are you?”, you asked him, trying your best to ignore his tone. “Fine”, he simply stated.

“Yeah, totally buying that”, you said sarcastically. Instead of an answer, he handed you his second helmet to put on. The topic was seemingly done for him. You weren’t quite sure why he told you in the first place when he didn’t want to talk about it but now you knew why he was a bit off when he came here earlier.

After getting to your apartment, you walked into your bedroom to change into something more comfortable while Chibs walked over to your fridge.

When you came back out of your bedroom, now changed into a pair of leggings and a tank top, you found Chibs lost in his thoughts on the couch, an open beer bottle in front of him on the couch table. You could tell by the way his eyes stared into nothing even though the TV was on. He was furrowing his brows again and again like he was debating himself inside his head.

You walked over to him and straddled his lap. Your thumb ran across the crease between his eyebrows, smoothing it out. He looked up at you, still looking serious.

Your thumbs ran across the mustache of his beard down to the corners of his mouth and then along his facial scars up to his cheekbones, lingered there for a little bit and then ran down the same way until your thumbs rested next to the corners of his mouth.

You bent down and kissed his scars, first right then left. Then you cupped his face and held him in place while you softly kissed his lips.

When you pulled back, a small smile formed on his face. “There it is”, you said and smiled yourself.

“I can be bloody mad at the world but ya still manage to make me smile”, he told you, his eyes drinking in your sight.

“And I didn’t even have to take my shirt off again”, you joked and kissed him again. Then you got off his lap and sat down next to him. You grabbed the remote and cuddled up to his side, putting your head on his shoulder and started to channel surf.

Chibs put his arm around you and your head moved a little bit further to his chest, draping one leg over his, finding a somewhat comfortable position. His other hand started rubbing your calf and you could feel by the automatic movement of his hand that his thoughts were going someplace else again.

You wanted to help him ease his mind but at this point in the evening, you did about all you could do to take his mind off things. If he wanted to talk about it, he knew he could but you feared it was club related and therefore you wouldn’t hear a word about it.

Chibs made it clear in the past that he wanted to keep you out of any club business as much as possible, considering your involvement with the club and its businesses already. And lately, everybody got more intense, especially since Tara died which was understandable but it somehow got even worse. And the thing with Juice wasn’t helping. You could only hope that that was something Chibs could fix and get everything back to normal. Whatever that might be.

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mysticalmallard · 5 months ago

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Return Home

Pairing: Chibs x fem!reader

Description: Chibs just got back into Charming from a club run that took way too long. He has only one thing on his mind and goes straight to his girl.

Word Count: 2,143

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Chibs wrapped his arm around his girlfriend, drawing her close as he settled down on the bed. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple and inhaled her scent deeply, a small hum of contentment escaping his lips.

"Mmm, ye smell divine lass," he murmured, threading his fingers through her hair.

She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with love and desire. "And you smell like motorcycles and leather." she giggled.

He chuckled at her observation, the rumbling sound deep in his chest. "Aye, seems about right." he agreed, his hand gently caressing her back.

He pulled her closer still, his lips finding hers in a soft, sweet kiss that quickly turned more passionate. He rolled her beneath him, his body covering hers as his hands began to explore her curves.

"God ye're beautiful" he murmured against her skin, his lips tracing a path down her neck. His hands moved over her, touching and caressing every inch of skin they could find. She let out a soft moan, arching into his touch.

His mouth found hers again, this time with more urgency, his tongue gently coaxing her lips apart as he deepened the kiss. She responded eagerly, her hands sliding over his muscular back and pulling him closer.He broke the kiss, pulling away just enough to gaze down into her eyes. Her expression was one of pure desire, her eyes darkened with want.

"God lass, ye'll be the death of me," he breathed, his voice laced with both amusement and lust.

His hand slid down her body again and began to slowly push her sleep shirt up, revealing more and more of her soft skin.

His fingers danced over her stomach, teasing and tantalizing. He could feel her shiver beneath his touch, and it only fueled his own desire. He bent down and placed a trail of soft kisses along her collarbone and up the column of her neck.

His mouth found her ear and he nipped at her earlobe gently, his voice a low rumble that sent tingles down her spine. "I want ye so badly lass."

Her hands moved to the hem of his shirt, tugging at it in a silent request for him to remove it. He obliged, sitting up briefly to pull the garment off and tossing it aside.

Her eyes roamed over his well-muscled chest, drinking in the sight of him bare before her. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of his tattoos as he leaned back down, caging her in with his arms.

He captured her lips in another kiss, this one even more intense than the last. His tongue tangled with hers as he continued to explore her body, his hands roaming freely over her. His fingers found the waistband of her pants and began to slowly draw them down.

She raised her hips slightly, allowing him to remove them completely before he shifted and settled himself between her legs. He could feel the heat radiating off her, and he longed to be even closer.

His mouth moved to whisper against her neck, his voice rough with desire. "Let me taste you, lass."

She gasped at his words, her body arching against his in response. "Yes..God yes.." she whispered back, her voice needy and breathless.

He didn't need to be told twice. His tongue traced a path down her body, leaving a trail of kisses in its wake. He could feel her trembling beneath him, her body responding to his every touch.

He reached her core, his tongue gently caressing the most sensitive part of her. She let out a soft moan, her body arching against him again. He could feel her responding passionately, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly.

His ministrations continued, his tongue moving in a rhythm that had her gasping for air. With each stroke, he could feel her getting closer, her body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

"Oh God.. Chibs..don't stop.." she pleaded, her voice almost pleading.

He could feel her starting to unravel beneath him, her body nearing release. He didn't let up, his tongue moving in increasingly more intense circles, his hands holding her hips in place.

She was close now, teetering on the edge of release. Her breathing was ragged, her body shaking. Her hands moved to his head, her fingers weaving through his hair, holding on for dear life.

"Chibs.. oh God please!" she gasped.

He kept up his steady pace, his tongue swirling around her bud, his own desire heightened by her responsiveness.

Just as she thought she couldn't take it anymore, she reached her peak, her body clenching tight as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She cried out his name, her voice a strangled moan.

He continued to gently caress her as she rode out her orgasm, his touch soothing and caring. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, her breathing still ragged and erratic.

He slowly rose up, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of ecstasy and exhaustion.

"That was.." she panted, her voice still shaky.

He chuckled warmly, his fingers threading through her hair again. "Aye, that it was." he agreed, his own voice hoarse with desire.

She reached for him, her hands tugging at his hips, urging him to move closer. He obliged, draping his body over hers again, his weight pinning her down with a delightful mix of comfort and possessiveness.

Her hands roamed over his back, her touch light and exploratory. She could feel his heart racing, the rapid beat a testament to his own desire.

He buried his face in her neck, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below her ear. He was still impossibly aroused, his body aflame with need. She could feel his hardness pressed against her, a silent testament to his desire.

"God lass, ye have no idea what ye do to me" he murmured against her skin, his voice ragged.

His hands began to wander, his touch growing more urgent, more demanding. He wanted her, needed her in a way that was primal and all-consuming.Their breaths mingled, their bodies pressed together in a tangle of limbs. She could feel the tension building between them, the air thick with desire.

His hands moved to her hips, gripping them tightly as he shifted his own, grinding against her. He was achingly hard, his body screaming for release.

She gasped at his movement, her body instinctively responding to his. Her hips lifted, arching into his touch, seeking more friction. She could feel her own desire reigniting, fueled by his obvious need.

He let out a low growl, his grip on her hips tightening as he continued to grind against her. His body was a tightly wound coil of need, his control hanging by a thread.

"God lass," he murmured against her neck, his voice rough and low. "I need ye.. Now."

"Yes," she breathed, her voice hoarse with need. "Take me, Chibs. Please.."

His body reacted instantly to her plea, his control finally breaking. He shifted again, positioning himself at her entrance, his body shaking with the effort to go slow.

He pressed into her slowly, his jaw clenching at the tight heat that enveloped him. He let out a guttural moan, his head falling to her shoulder as he was enveloped by the sweet sensations of her body surrounding him.

"Oh God lass.. ye feel so good.. so tight.." he gasped, his voice choked with a mixture of pleasure and the effort to hold back.She let out a soft moan in response, her body arching to take more of him.

"Oh Chibs..." she breathed, her hands grasping at his back, her nails digging into his skin.

He started to move, his hips rolling against hers in a slow, measured rhythm. He wanted to savor the moment, to burn the feeling into his memory.Their bodies rocked together, the pleasure building with each movement. He picked up the pace, his control slipping a little more with each thrust. He could feel the tension coiled in his belly, the familiar sensations of his impending release."God lass, I'm close.." he growled, his voice strained.

She could feel her own release nearing, the pleasure building to a dizzying level. Her body was coiled tightly beneath his, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

He moved faster, his thrusts becoming more intense, more urgent. He was so close, his body taut and tense. She whimpered and clenched around him, her own release right there, just out of reach.

"F-Fuck lass... I can't hold on.." he gritted out, his body shaking with the force of his restraint.

Her body was trembling beneath him, her release teetering on the edge. She was so close, her nails digging into his back as she tried to anchor herself against the onslaught of pleasure.

"Cum for me lass... cum for me now... " he groaned, his voice hoarse.

His words were all she needed. Her body tensed, then shattered, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She cried out, her voice a strangled moan as she lost herself in the overwhelming pleasure.

He followed shortly after, the tight clenching of her body around him pushing him over the edge. He let out a guttural grunt, his body shuddering as his release shook him. He collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, the only sound in the room their ragged breathing.

He nuzzled his face into her shoulder, his body still trembling with the aftermath of their climax. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, her body still buzzing with pleasure.

They lay there in silence for several moments, simply enjoying the afterglow and the presence of each other. Chibs eventually rolled off of her, pulling her closer against his chest.

He tucked her head under his chin, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her back. She snuggled closer, her hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

"That was.." she began, her voice still a little shaky. "Wow."

He chuckled, the sound a low rumble in his chest. "Aye, that it was." he agreed, his voice content and satisfied.They lapsed into comfortable silence again, simply enjoying the closeness and the moment. The room was quiet, save for the sound of their mingled breaths and occasional soft whispered words.

She could feel herself dozing, her body warm and sated in the afterglow. Chibs' hands continued their slow soothing rhythm on her back, lulling her further towards sleep.

His phone ringing broke the silence. He let out a soft curse, reluctantly untangling himself from her warm embrace. He reached for his phone, glancing at the screen as he sat up.

"Aye?" he mumbled into the phone, his voice gravelly and low.

He listened to the voice on the other end, a frown slowly creasing his brow. His body tensed, the afterglow of their earlier activities replaced by a sense of urgent alertness.

"Aye, I'll be there." he said gruffly, before hanging up.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, sighed heavily and turned back to her. "Sorry lass, I have tae go." he said, the regret clear in his voice. He leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, his hand gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"But you just got back" she whined with a pout.

He chuckled, the sound a mix of fond amusement and reluctant acceptance. "Aye, I did." he agreed, his fingers tracing her jawline gently.

"But duty calls, I'm afraid." he added, the regret obvious in his voice even as he started to get up.

She watched as he pulled on his clothes, the muscles in his back rippling under his skin with each movement. She wanted to ask him to stay, wanted to pull him back into bed and hold him there until daylight, but she knew it was futile.

He turned back to her as he finished dressing, his eyes softening as he looked at her. "I'll be back as soon as I can, promise." he said, his voice a soft rumble.

He leaned down and cupped her chin, tilting her face up towards his. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips, his thumb stroking her cheek gently."Be good while I'm gone, aye?" he teased, his hand dropping from her chin as he stepped back reluctantly.

He gave her one last lingering look, then turned and walked out of the room, the door closing softly behind him.

She was left alone in the room, the silence feeling almost deafening after the recent activity. She sat up, the sheets pooling around her waist, and stared at the closed door.

Time seemed to stretch, each second feeling like an eternity as she waited for his return.

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