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mysticalmallard · 10 months ago

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With their drunk girlfriend

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Chibs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Happy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jax

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Opie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Juice

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Herman

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tig

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 1 year 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"... Inside?"

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

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

"A stunt like what?"

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

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

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

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

He smirks, mischievous and knowing.

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

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

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

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

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

"Please? You wanna be polite now?"

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

"Chibs."

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"Don't be mean."

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

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

"You think I'm pretty?"

He rolls his eyes at you, chuckling.

"I think you know that by now."

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

He leans forward, pressing his mouth to your ear.

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

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

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

“You really wanna know?”

His accent has got thicker, tone low and dangerous.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Chibs?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Will you kiss me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kiss me,” you whisper once again.

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

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

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

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

@just-a-girl-who-wrytes

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lunajay33 · 2 months ago

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The Teller Girl

•❤️⛓️💸🌹•

Summary: Being Jax Tellers sister made for a crazy life, being Gemma’s and Clays daughter made it even crazy, but being surrounded by bikers made you feel safe but what’ll happen when you can’t deny your feelings for a certain Scotsman anymore?

Pairing: Chibs Telford x f!reader

Content: Age Gap, bit of angst, smut

•Masterlist•

Being in this life was a roller coaster, being the younger sister of Jax made for me always having a target on my back but being surrounded my the motorcycle club made it worth it, they all treated me like an equal and always made sure I was safe

Mom and Clay still treated me like a little girl even though I’m in my twenties which made it hard for me to try and show the others I was more than just a weak girl that was watched over all the time

Leading to me not having much experience in the men field, sure I’ve made out with a few bikers that would come around from other states but never more than that before they were ripped away from me by an angry Jax or Clay

And now, well I’ve grown strong burning feelings for Chibs, when he first came around I didn’t think much other than he was hot as hell, but now over the past year I can’t get him out of my head, the gentle touches in passing by, the late night talks as we shared a cigarette, yeah he’s way older than me but I don’t care I like them older

But how the hell do I go about it, I’m a virgin that’s drooling over a man part of the club, Jax would say no being overprotective like a brother and clay would have my head on a stick, but I needed to confide in someone

•

Walking into the club I sit at the bar, the group scattered around the bar laughing and drinking as usual

Chibs comes and leans on the bar next to me with a smirk that makes my knees weak and my heart pound harder

“Ey lil lady been missin ye around ‘ere” he said placing a beer infront of me which I quickly took a swing of

“Yeah me too, just been thinking about a lot, can I actually talk to you for a moment……in private” he nods

“Lead the way beautiful” I walk out the back and sit on a bench pulling out a smoke and taking a drag handing it to him as he sits next to me

“What’s got ye so glum?” I took the cigarette back after he blew out some smoke, my nerves on fire

“Do you think Jax and Clay would be alright if I wanted to be with someone in the club?” This man was the only one who ever made me feel confident enough to tell my dark secrets to

“Shite lassy, Jax might come around if ye talked to him but Clay…..whoever it is he’d have his head of a bloody stick” he groaned making my thoughts true, I look over at him again with longing eyes just wanting for him to hold me, to feel his lips all over me

“What ugly bastard round here’s got yer fancy? Pretty lil thing like ye deserves better anyways” he sighs running his hand down my back

“Doesn’t matter, like you said I could probably never have him with Clay around always watching over my every move”

“Never seen ye so distraught about anything before, ye must really like this guy” his expression gone from light hearted to worried

“God you have no idea Chibs, you have no idea, his the only man I’ve ever wanted”

His brows furrowed when he took the cigarette back

“Who is this bastard? Please god don’t tell me it’s Juice” I couldn’t help but let out a laugh

“No, he’s older, sexy, treats me like gold and I can’t get him out of my head” I say not taking my eyes away from him as I place my hand on his thigh and I see the moment when he realizes I’m talking about him

“Ye serious angel?”

I nod not knowing how to read his expression

“Ye have no idea how long I’ve wanted ye angel, if we do this, we gotta keep it a dirty lil secret” he whispers his lips hovering just above mine

“I want this Chibs, I want the real thing so can we take it slow?”

“Anything ye want ye have” he smirks again before he takes the back of my neck and smash’s his lips to mine, the kiss hot and rough making me want so much more when he pulls away I let out a whimper making his laugh

“Come on lassy, let’s get ye back in before they get suspicious”

•

It’s been a week since Chibs and I made it official, he’d come by late at night bringing me different gifts, sometimes flowers sometimes he’d bring sloppy burgers and drinks, but all I really wanted was just him, every time I’d see him my body would set fire my panties wet

We’d get so hot and heavy, making out on his motorcycle, grinding on his hard on, his lips leaving hickeys all over me but I’d always get nervous when he’d go for my shorts but he always reassured me

The club was out doing god knows what so it was just a few of us girls sat out side the show in bikinis and short shorts catching some run and gossiping about our men

Just me Lyla and Tara, Lyla talking about all the raunchy things her and Opie do, Tara not as open but still chatting along knowing I don’t wanna hear about my own brothers crazy sex life

“So y/n why don’t you got yourself a man yet, your gorgeous any man would be lucky to have you” Lyla asks

“Well if you haven’t noticed my brother and father hate seeing me with anyone, mom’s been begging me to get an old man to give her another grandbaby but….”

“But what?” Tara asks both now fully intrigued

“Maybe I do have an old man but I’m not really…” the rumble of bikes pull up into the yard some going into the shop, Jax and opie coming over to greet the girls

“What’re ye ladies chatting about” Chibs asks smirking as he comes over, all I want to do is jump in his arms

“Y/n was just about to tell us something now shoo, I have a feeling this is juicy” Lyla laughs and the guys out their hands up and back away laughing with eachother, going back to sitting in their bikes not far away

“Back to it!” Tara pokes

“I’m not really experienced”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m……I’m a virgin and I really wanna be with my old man but I don’t want to be bad at it”

“YOURE A VIRGIN!” Lyla basically yells surprised and all the guys look our way making me groan in embarrassment I cover my face already hearing the guys run over like a wild pack of dogs, surrounding us Jax, bobby, tigs, opie, and Chibs who had a confused look on his face

“How the hell do you hang around our scene and you’re still a virgin” tigs asks I could feel my face was as red as a tomato

“Guys you’re embarassing her” Tara said coming to my rescue

“Well when you have two cock blocks on your shoulders every second it’s hard to explore” I groan glaring daggers at Jax making them all laugh again

“Well baby you want someone to pop that cherry?” Bobby asks grabbing his crotch making every scoff in disgust

“You wish” everyone settled down and dispersed leaving just me and Chibs, he sat in the chair next to me where Lyla previously occupied

“Baby why didn’t ye tell me?”

“I….i wanted to chibs but you know this life you guys have crow eaters hanging off you any chance they get, I didn’t wanna disappoint you and you find out I’m a bad lay”

“Yer crazy woman, ain’t nothing ye could do would make me leave, ye ain’t just some lay to me”

“Really?” This man is gonna drive me wild, the hard sexy biker had a soft spot and it’s all for me

He nods taking my hand and squeezing it gently

“Ye got nothing to be worried about lassy”

The rest of the day the guys were teasing me every chance they got but I didn’t mind I know they’re just playing around

Sitting at a table Jax sits across from me handing me his drink

“Tara told me you got yourself an old man, you’re somebodies lady?” The anxiety was rising quickly, the overprotective brother was now right infront of me full force

“Don’t be mad, I wanted to tell you I just wanted it to be normal for once, I didn’t want everyone in our business and I know how you are with this stuff” he sighs hanging his head

“You know I just do that because I want you with a good guy, not some punk that’s only after some ass”

“I know and I love you for that, but trust me this guy is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, he respects me”

“Obviously if you’re still a virgin” he jokes making me roll my eyes

“Okay now who’s this guy”

“I can’t tell you, not yet”

“Why?”

“Well……”

“It’s not someone from the club right?” I open my mouth to say no but I can’t lie to him so I just stay quiet

“I can’t tell you yet just give me time” he groans again but nods

“Fine but if he hurts you I’ll kill him” I nod laughing

“Oh trust me I know”

•

That night I get cleaned up and slip into my white silk nightie anxious for the talk I know Chibs will have with me

I here the knock on the door and I quickly answer talking him in and all his glory

“Well look at ye my lil angel” he smirks walking in and closing the door behind him, his hands going straight to my hips backing me up to my room and down onto the bed

“Let me show ye how fun this can be” I nod quickly the anxiety about my first time immediately gone

“I want you” I whine feeling like every nerve on my body was on fire especially between my legs

I sit up unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants, he quickly takes off his kutte and shirt leaving him in just his boxers he leans down to place a slow kiss but I stop him

“Wait! Keep the kutte on baby” he smirks and throws it on before pulling my nightie off leaving me completely naked laying infront of him

“Shite Angel yer fucking gorgeous, let me get a lil taste” he traced kisses down my body quick licks to my tits then down to my thighs

“Come on Chibs you’re teasing me” I whine gripping his hair and grinding my hips

He laughs but his mouth is quickly on me making me gasp this new feeling was euphoric, his tongue is like magic

“Oh god don’t stop” I try to stay quiet but I can’t the way he’s making me feel is too much but god is it good

“Yes right there chibs” he slips his fingers in curling them while he keeps playing with my clit and I feel something build and build

“OH GOD CHIBS IM….”

“Let go baby I wanna taste ye” and at his words I cum so hard my vision blurs and I can’t help to grip his hair tighter

He leans over me again sucking his fingers off then brushing my hair back

“Ye ready for the real thing?”

“Please I need it” I push down his boxers and I can’t help but stare

“Like what ye see baby girl” I hum when he drags his tip through my folds still sensitive

He slowly pushes against me until his head pops in and I groan at the stretch, his hand coming to circle my clit

“Breath baby it’ll feel better soon” he keeps pushing in until I feel him flush against me

“Fuck you’re so deep” he smirks and pushes down on my lower stomach making me moan

“Right here doll” he slowly starts to thrust hitting a spot so good even better than before

Seeing him over me his expression in ecstasy, his eyebrows furrows and hearing him groan as he got faster drove me even closer to the edge

“So close fuck you feel so good baby” I basically scream

“Cum for me Angel, gonna pump ye so full it’ll be dripping out of ye” those words were all I need to let go and cum all over him then feeling him cum in me something so foreign but so good

“Fuck” we say in unison as he pulls out feeling his cum drip out, he spreads my legs wide open watching

“Look at that, taking it so well” he carries me to the washroom and washes us both up before pulling on his boxers and putting my nightie back on holding me close in bed

“Did I do good?” I ask looking up at him as his hand traces gently asked my arm

“Ye were amazing doll, now get some rest”

•

The next morning I wake and Chibs is gone and all I want to do is curl up next to him and feel him all day, but I know he’s got shit to do and I’ve got to help the club out, I get ready a little sore and head over to the shop

Only a few guys are around the rest probably out doing illegal stuff, I start cleaning around the places and doing some work in the shop for mom running through papers

“Missed ye lassy” I hear that beautiful Scottish voice behind me I turn dropping the papers and jumping into his arms

“Everything okay?” I ask looking him over

“I’m fine baby, how’s yer tight lil pussy” he smirks smacking my ass

“Great, little sore but in a good way”

“Yeah, ye sure I wasn’t to rough on ye” he whispers his cologne enveloping me making it me new favorite smell

“Maybe next time you can show me how to ride you how you like”

He smashes his lips against mine and I can’t get enough he lifts me onto the desk wrapping my legs around his sides so lost in the moment I don’t even hear the door to the office open

“You’ve got to be shitting me” we both turn seeing Jax and tigs in the doorway, one smirking the other surprised and angry

“Uh oh”

•

Part.2

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talesofanarchy · 1 month ago

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Beautiful Pain

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ravennaortiz · 5 months ago

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Old Dog, New Trick

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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fluffyprettykitty · 8 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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Slow Mornings~ C. Telford

Chibs Telford x fem!reader

Summary: Chibs wakes up in your bed, allowing for soft moments and vulnerability.

CW: Mentions of pain and injury, mild language, brief description of injury, tbh maybe some spelling mistakes lol, let me know if I left anything out!

A/N: Here's part 2 of Bleedin' Heart!! Maybe I'll make this into a series, but who knows? I'm so happy you've all liked it thus far. I love this mannnnnnnnn! Anywho, requests are open, hope you enjoy blah blah blah MWAH 🥰

You wake before him.

It's still early— barely enough light creeping through the blinds to paint the edges of the room in silver. The rains stopped, but the world outside is still wet and quiet, like it knows not to disturb what's inside.

Chibs is asleep beside you, one arm slung across your waist, breathing slow and steady. The scar on his cheek catches the light, and for once, he doesn't look like a man carrying hell behind his eyes.

You watch him for a moment. Just... let yourself look. He never lets his guard down like this. And even now, there's a furrow in his brow, like his body doesn't know how to fully rest— even when it's safe.

Eventually, he shifts. Breath catches. A faint groan slips out as he stretches.

"Mm. Fuck me," he mutters, voice rough with sleep. "Feel like I got hit by a fuckin' truck."

You smirk. "You kinda did."

His eyes finally crack open, bleary and bloodshot, but they find you immediately. And then he does that thing— softens catching in the corners, just for you.

"Morning, mo gràidh," he rasps, voice like gravel soaked in whiskey. "You still here, then? Thought maybe I dreamt the whole bloody thing."

"It's my house," you say with a playful smile.

You roll onto your side, elbow tucked up under your head. "But not a dream. You passed out mid-sentence after calling me a saint and askin' where I keep the whiskey."

He groans again, this time with more feeling. "Christ. Romantic bastard, aren't I?"

You grin. "A real poet."

He stretches once more, then he sits up slowly, wincing. "Shite... ribs're bruised to hell. Can feel every breath like it owes me money."

"Let me check 'em."

"I'm grand," he says on reflex.

You raise a brow. "Try again."

He exhales through his nose, shaking his head fondly. "Y'know, yer a right pain in the arse."

"And you still came back."

He doesn't answer right away. Just watches you, eyes a little too honest for the first thing in the morning.

"Aye,' he finally says. "I did."

You sit up beside him, fingers brushing over the bruise blooming along his side. He flinches slightly but doesn't pull away.

"Why?" You ask. "Why me?"

He looks down for a second, picking at a thread in your blanket. Then, without looking up: "Because I walk into a lotta rooms feelin' like a ghost. But when I walk into yours? I feel like I'm still... me."

You blink. It's not a big speech. Not a grand declaration. But coming from him, it might as well be a sonnet.

You rest your hand over his.

"I don't want you to be a ghost, Filip. I want you here. Present. Breathing."

He finally looks at you, eyes glassy but steady. "Then I'll try. I can't promise I'll be good at it— but for you? I'll try."

A pause. Then he adds, quieter:

"Fuck, you make it hard not to love you."

You don't say anything. Just lean in, press your lips gently to his temple, and let your forehead rest there.

In that little moment— warm skin, shared breath, silence broken only by the rain gutters outside— it feels like maybe, just maybe, the war can wait a little longer.

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Home Is With You — Prologue

ᡣ𐭩 — summary; sorting through your aunts affairs and getting your car fixed ends with you sleeping with a biker which leads to a fresh start and a new opportunity (Chibs Telford x Glaswegian!reader)

ᡣ𐭩 — warnings; jax is a flirt really, reader sleeps with jax (not described explicitly), meet cute, reader being glaswegian can be glossed over!!!, split pov, jax is a wingman, they plan a first date(ish), this is literally the build up to meeting chibs, big talk with one of my oc’s before reader meets jax and he plays matchmaker, but that’s it i think?

ᡣ𐭩 — word count; 3,104

ᡣ𐭩 — authors note; hii!! i’ve been working and nursing this fic since august 2024 and i’ve finally worked out a timeline and plan, so i’m very very excited to write this fic and post it for others to read — feedback is highly appreciated!! (i’m actually super nervous to post this). also a big thank you to @transparentbouquetturtle for beta reading <33

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sitting at your desk in the office, Elle stood by the backdoor. a light breeze flowing as she took a drag of her cigarette, exhaling the smoke outside as your conversation continued.

“there’s a garage not far, run by some bikers but they’re cute”

she told, a smirk on her face as you glanced towards her again.

one thing about Elle was she always had a different motive to her words, and you knew that this was exactly where her words were going.

“i’m not trying to get laid”

you told, pointing a finger in her direction as her smirk widened. she laughed at your reaction, taking another drag from her cigarette.

“oh yeah?”

she quirked, exhaling the smoke with another laugh as you sat upright in your seat. the papers scattered across your desk momentarily forgotton as your car problems grew overbearing.

the thought pulled a sigh from you, sure it was your car but it’s only yours beacuse your aunt died.

“i just need my car fixed up Elle”

you told with another sigh, the only thing you managed to do when it came to thinking of your aunt.

according to Elle, the garage she was recommending was the one your aunt went to to get the car fixed up. the boys loving every time she came in because they got to see the classic, something different to the traditional cars they always got in.

Elle’s hum pulled you from your thoughts, rolling your eyes at her as she continued to tease.

she took a final drag from the cigarette before dropping it to the ground, stubbing it out under the toe of her boot as she exhaled softly.

leaving the door open, she moved across the small office space to sit on the edge of your desk.

“you’ve been here what? a week already? and you haven’t been laid yet”

she continued on, lifting a paper from your desk and flicking through the words across it.

“i’m looking for a fresh start, not a quick fuck”

you retorted, grabbing the piece of paper back and organising the scattered sheets into a neater pile.

your eyes flicking between the various post it notes stuck across the desk with scribbled notes across them, things to be done for the restaurant.

“you never know”

Elle hummed, smirk still on her face.

“oh no, i know”

you told while Elle pulled herself to sit properly on the desk, the wood creaking slightly as she began to swing her legs.

“there’s one guy at the garage, real cute—Jax Teller”

a laugh pushed past your lips before you could stop it, covering your mouth with both hands as she quirked a brow at you.

another thing about Elle was her eye for finding men attractive.

“if he’s so cute why don’t you go for it?”

you asked while leaning back in your seat, crossing your arms over your chest.

“not my type, but his Puerto Rican friend is cute”

she shrugged, continuing to swing her legs as you laughed again.

“besides, Birdie taught me to stay away from them”

Birdie. you hadn’t heard your aunt be called that in years, not since the last time you visited a couple years ago.

she never told you about the bikers Elle happened to be so infatuated with, but if Elle was saying Birdie told her to stay away you knew it was the truth.

“but you want me to go jumping in head first?”

“your fresh start and all”

“but if my aunt told you not to—“

you started but she cut you off, pressing a manicured finger to your lips.

“baby, she’s not here anymore and she only told me and Mack that lesson”

you shook your head, of course Birdie told Mackenzie too—she’d always wanted to be a doctor, and Birdie pushed her in the right direction.

but you couldn’t help but sigh again, the garage Elle was so insistent on you visiting again was the only one you’d heard of and in good distance to your house.

“i’m only getting my car seen to”

you told while standing from your seat, the old wheels rattling as the chair scooted back.

reaching for your keys that lay on your desk, and then for your bag. Elle watching your every move with a smirk on her face, legs still swinging below her.

“yeah whatever you say”

“i’m serious”

you tried, only for Elle to laugh again.

“just—if you end up in one of their beds, don’t say i never told you so”

you flipped her off as Cooper, one of the cooks, knocked on your open office door. he stayed a moment, asking about the upcoming shifts this week before dipping out the door again.

“i’ll call the garage for you, seen as i’ve lived here longer and i’ll get them to see to you”

Elle told, reaching for her phone from her bag that sat idly on your desk. her fingers moving across the keypad before the sound of a womans voice sounded as she answered.

you watched as she spoke, flashing you a thumbs up as the woman on the other end agreed to get your car seen to.

driving into the garage, the first thing that caught your eyes was the row of bikes parked up, a couple missing from the otherwise full row. and then on the blonde mechanic working under the hood of a car in the garage.

walking towards him, his attention drifted towards you and a smirk worked its way onto his face. his eyes trailing you from head to toe, an appreciative look dancing in his eyes.

“was wondering if you could maybe see to my car? my friend called a little bit ago and whoever answered said to drop by whenever”

if his attention wasn’t on you before, it sure was now.

you watched as he cleaned his hands on a rag, tossing it aside as he met you halfway. his eyes drifted down your body again, before they slowly found your eyes again.

your closeness allowing you to read the name on his coveralls, ‘Jax’ printed on the chest. the same guy Elle had mentioned you assumed.

“yeah what’s up with it?”

he asked, voice a low drawl.

“was my aunts, just moved here so i’m taking over her affairs and stuff”

he nodded at your words, gesturing for you to lead him back to your car.

you could feel the way his eyes fell to the sway of your hips, watching entranced with every step you took until coming to a stop at your car.

his eyes reluctantly pulling away from you to check out your car, while you opened the drivers door to grab your purse and keys.

“she died and left her stuff to me, but never said what’s wrong with the thing”

you turned as his eyebrows raised, one of his hands running down his face.

“so just routine checks then?”

you nodded as he asked.

“yeah, but the engine was making a weird noise first time i started it up”

“no problem darlin’, we’ll get it seen to”

he told, voice still low and holding a twinge of intrigue. your eyes mirrored the same intrigue back at him, though yours more subtle.

standing face to face, smirk still on his face as he held his hand out for your keys. dropping them into his palm as he spoke again.

“was gonna say haven’t seen you around before but you just answered that for me—would’ve remembered a pretty face”

you laughed at his words, your fingers brushing against his as he enclosed his fist around your keys.

“i’m from Glasgow, yeah”

you could see the intrigue deepening at that, his free hand scratching at his chin again.

“one of our guys is from there”

that piqued your interest.

slowly, you casted a glance around the lot before Jax spoke again.

“he’s not here, just missed him actually”

you assumed he was one of the missing bikes from the row of parked ones.

“least there’s one person here that sounds like home then, huh?”

you joked, lips curling into a smile as Jax laughed.

one of the other men in the garage called out to him, nodding towards your car as Jax held your keys out to him.

his other hand guiding you into the small office to the side, reaching for a clipboard with contact questions across it.

you watched your car be driven into the garage, peeking through the open blinds as Jax spoke once more.

“it’s gonna take a little while darlin’, sorry”

“no that’s okay, thank you for actually seeing to it on such short notice”

you thanked while turning back to him, taking the clipboard and pen to jot down your information.

“we’re always willing to help out the pretty girls around town”

you laughed, shaking your head at him.

“even the ones new to town?”

“especially the new ones”

you watched as his tongue poked out to wet his lips, before they curved into another smirk.

you couldn’t help but be transfixed by him, your conversation with Elle playing in your head, but he had you captivated. something about those blue eyes were easy to get lost in, and you found yourself drowning in them.

“you got anywhere to be?”

he asked, the innuendo apparent in his words.

“nope”

his smirk widened ever so slightly, shaking it off as you glanced back out to your car. the hood popped and one of the guys working underneath it.

“so how much do i owe you?”

“depends on the work needing done”

you nodded, handing him the fully filled out form.

“think we can work something out though”

the sound of the shower filled the otherwise quiet room, leaving you to your thoughts and the aftermath of what had just happened between you and Jax.

carefully, you reached for one of his t-shirts while you waited for him to get done in the shower.

as the time ticked on, your thirst became overbearing, slowly deciding on grabbing a drink from the small kitchen you passed on the way in.

you ducked out of the dorm, wearing one of Jax’s reaper shirts as you made your way to the small kitchenette.

a case of water bottles on the floor, grabbing one and stopping in your tracks as you twisted open the lid.

listening to a voice in the main area of the clubhouse, his words fading in your head as you got stuck on the accent.

your accent.

the other Glaswegian Jax had mentioned.

to say you weren’t intrigued would be an understatement, you knew nothing about him but felt a longing to.

you couldn’t quite catch a glimpse of his face, but the warmth and familiarity that his voice gave was enough to keep you intrigued.

carefully, you ducked back into Jax’s dorm. shutting the door over as the bathroom one opened, Jax stepping out with a towel drawn around his hips.

water trickled down the hard planes of his chest, but your attention was on the Glaswegian you’d yet to meet.

“see that Glaswegian guy you mentioned, reckon i could get his number?”

you asked Jax, watching his lips twitch into a smirk.

“was i not good enough for you?”

he was teasing, you knew he was—you laughed at his words before shaking your head.

“never said that, was good—really good”

his smirk deepened as you took a pause, before he spoke again.

“but you went out there and seen him?”

“yeah, i’m sorry”

he shook his head, waving off your apologies.

“don’t worry darlin’, i get it”

you hummed, maybe in relief, you weren’t quite sure.

you watched as Jax ruffled another towel over his hair, the damp blond stands framing his face as his eyes stayed on yours.

“you want me to put in a good word?”

he asked, tossing the towel aside while the one around his waist hugged him tightly.

“could you?”

you chewed at your bottom lip, something akin to anxiety bubbling inside you for the first time all day.

were you being too forward?

“yeah, know he’d like you”

that eased your nerves.

a pleased smile on your face, while Jax chuckled.

you couldn’t help it, so far away from home yet finding someone so familiar—and that he’d like you? it felt like a dream come true.

Jax reached for his phone, flipping it open and thumbing through his contacts.

he’d found a scrap of paper and a pen, jotting down the number and name before handing it to you.

“Chibs?”

you asked, raising an eyebrow at him while he nodded.

“yeah”

“do i want to know?”

Jax shook his head, pulling open the top drawer of his dresser.

“let him tell you”

he called out over his shoulder, earning a hum from you as he began to pull a clean t-shirt from the dresser.

“do i get a real name? or is it just Chibs?”

you asked, looking away as Jax pulled on his underwear and then his jeans.

“Filip, his names Filip but everyone calls him Chibs”

“okay”

you nodded, standing from your place on the bed and setting the piece of paper in your bag.

whispering a thanks to Jax before disappearing into the bathroom, turning on the shower as Jax pulled on his kutte to head out the room.

“hey man”

Jax greeted, squeezing Chibs’ shoulders as he settled beside him at the bar. earning a hum in response as the older of the two glanced towards him.

“what’s up?”

he asked, a smirk across Jax’s face.

“might’ve found a girl for you?”

“for me?”

the surprise audible as he spoke, though the intrigue he felt was palpable.

“spent the day with her, but she’s all about you”

Chibs chuckled.

“yeah?”

“yeah, promise brother”

he nodded this time.

sure it might not be convenient, but who was he to pass on a girl that was apparently all about him?

“she’s all about you, she’s in the dorms now”

Jax told, squeezing at Chibs’ shoulder again as he nodded.

“do i want to know?”

he asked, tilting his head to meet the blond’s eyes.

“look all i’m saying is she came out here and heard you, came back to me asking ‘bout you—c’mon man, if it doesn’t work it doesn’t work”

that made him sigh.

he shook his head, taking another sip of his drink before he responded.

“aye and i’ll never know if i don’t see to it”

“that’s the spirit”

Jax nudged him with his elbow, earning a mumbled ‘yeah yeah’ before he finished off his drink and setting the empty glass down on the bar, the woman behind the bar setting it aside as Chibs made his way towards the dorms.

you had just gotten out the shower, the bathroom steamy and flowing slightly into the main room as you got dressed.

sitting on the edge of the bed, there was a knock at the door. calling out to the person on the other side, the door opened to reveal a man you hadn’t seen before.

your heart silently hoping it was Chibs.

“Jackie said you were all about me”

there it was.

the same voice as before.

a shiver ran down your spine as heat spread throughout your body, something akin to embarrassment bubbling within.

“shit i’m sorry”

that wasn’t what he was expecting.

the accent, his accent.

a key detail Jax so happened to leave out.

the interest he already had for you doubling by the second, being from the same country as him a bonus.

“no you’re good, first time i’ve seen another Glaswegian out here”

he told, standing in the doorway as you remained sitting on the edge of the bed.

all of your talk with Elle earlier was flying back to you, and you knew she’d never let you live this one down if she found out.

“yeah?”

“aye, Jackie never told me you were this pretty either”

that made heat rise to your cheeks, having to look away from him to hide your smile.

god, you were done for.

you could just hear Elle boasting about how she told you so already.

“oh yeah?”

you mustered, trying to hide your internal giddiness as you met his eyes again.

“aye sweetheart”

if you weren’t done for fully before, you were now.

he hadn’t even caught your name yet, but was already sending a flurry of butterflies swarming your belly.

your eyes flicked away from him for a minute, trying to compose yourself before letting your gaze find his face.

something so boyish yet rougish about him was pulling you in.

if he was from Glasgow how come you never found anyone nearly half as good looking as him before?

it didn’t seem fair you had to come all this way to find him, but you were sure you weren’t letting him go now.

“sorry about this”

you apologised after a minute, gesturing to the room around you only for him to wave you off.

“when Jax mentioned you, didn’t think we’d meet—never mind like this”

“yeah?”

you nodded, sighing softly as you looked away from him again.

the current situation of you meeting playing a thousand different ways in your head.

“also know it’s not.. you know conventional ‘cause i slept with Jax”

he waved you off again.

“ah don’t worry about that”

Chibs was soft with you, softer than you’d expected, but it was slowly easing away the worries that had built up.

“you don’t mind?”

you asked, watching his lips curve into a smirk and a dimple appear on his scarred cheek.

curiosity bubbling about the scar, but his intrigue in you won you over for the time being.

“nah, something about you”

“and what would that be?”

you tried to match his allure, but he outmatched you.

“that’s telling, no?”

you laughed, tongue poking out to wet your lips. something he caught, his eyes focused intently on your lips as you spoke again.

“maybe tell me tonight? i own that restaurant off interstate five, just me and you”

it was his time to laugh, though he was impressed.

he hadn’t met a girl who had him as captivated as you before.

but god he was loving every second of this, every second of being with you.

the way your eyes stayed on him, hanging on for his response made something warm spread through his chest. you really were that missing piece he never knew he needed.

“sounds good love”

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 13 days ago

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ugh i love your writing, youre so talented! 🩷🩷

any chance you could bless us with another chibs x reader smut? maybe one where chibs finally caves after weeks of them pining for one another and takes her right on the bar/clubhouse kitchen counter? 👉🏻👈🏻

OUH GIRL!!😫 you’re cute, thank u!!! thanks for requesting 💌

TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE. 18+

chibs telford x fem!reader

wc. 2036 warnings. 18+ only. mentions of age gap, cunnilingus. mdni

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The job of being a Croweater comes naturally to some more than others. To you that was not the case. It was a tough gig that was made slightly easier by a particularly charming member: Chibs.

You had grown an attachment to the man in question, a liking far exceeding what was expected of your duties at the club. You’d gravitate towards him, find yourself seeking him for conversations and company during functions at the clubhouse.

It didn’t feel like a one-sided infatuation, or at least you hope it wasn’t like that. It genuinely felt as though he enjoyed your company too, that he preferred talking to you over the other girls that would offer themselves his way.

Maybe he liked you because you weren’t like that — that you made him work to get to know you. You’re more reserved than the other Croweaters, and it made you interesting, mysterious even. Your more reticent self urging him to find out more about you.

It was late at the clubhouse, most members either on a late-night ride or in their own homes. Yet here you stand, still at the club sharing a drink with Chibs at the bar. It was completely unplanned, the circumstance happening almost naturally: the others filtering out until all that remained was the two of you.

You lean against the bar, a bottle of beer clasped to your chest as your chin rests against the rim, holding it there while you share an encounter — talking mindlessly about it. Chibs stands opposite you, mirroring your stance as he leans against the cabinet, a glass of whiskey hanging from his hand at his side.

And while you were occupied in sharing the details of your story, Chibs’ lowered gaze hones in on your chest. Tipsy eyes seeming to focus shamelessly on the lacy frill of your bra that pokes over the top of your vest, the delicate shade of pink juxtaposes your dark and very black attire. It was quite like you were concealing parts of yourself for this job, hiding your true identity behind a place you didn’t quite belong.

He may have made that connection for himself, but right now nothing of importance could permeate his brain, the sheer sight of you stilling any sense in his mind.

He inhales deeply, eyes closing with the action and in turn it halts your monologue. You become suddenly aware of yourself, realising that this wasn’t part of the job description: you were meant to listen to the struggles and thoughts of the men, not the other way around. Maybe you had become too comfortable.

His sigh felt to you that he was growing bored with your story, but really you couldn’t be anymore wrong. That's not how he felt at all. He simply couldn’t bear to hear you anymore without his own selfish, seedy wants getting in the way. The more he looked at you, the more he struggled to contain those needs he’s suppressed since the day of your arrival in Charming.

“I’m sorry, look at me go on and on,” you grow embarrassed and you look down to your drink in hand bashfully.

He follows the movement of your head, eager to keep his eyes locked on yours. But when you divert your gaze, he takes a step forward, closing the distance between you. He places his glass on the bar beside you and his eyes briefly flicker down to your lips, the gloss even more enticing up close.

He stills for a moment, seeming to debate with himself. He was too old for you, far too old, and it made him feel perverted for his wants. You made him feel perverted for his wants.

You feel your heart begin to thump in your chest, the way he’s looking at you being the blame for that bodily response.

“Keep talkin’, lassie,” he urges, eyes still cast down at your mouth. “Then what’d she say to the fella?” he hints, his prompt showing interest.

It hindered you. Utterly disabled you.

You always had an inkling that he favoured you most, and that he enjoyed talking with you, but never has ever been so blatant with that. Sure it wasn’t exactly obvious, but he wanted to hear more, and he remembered what you were saying. It has to mean something, surely.

“I uh,” you blank, mind frozen.

A combination of his glances and his attention are the reasoning for the lack of sense in your brain right now. You glance down to his lips when his eyes flicker up to meet yours, and you become lost in that sly, cheeky grin of his. The lazy quirk of his lips almost hidden amongst his greying goatee.

“I don’t remember,” you whisper, voice distracted.

Chibs chuckles faintly and moves just that bit closer, your feet firm to the ground between his widened stance. He places his hands on the edge of the counter either side of you, leaning on it as if to test you, tease you. Maybe even figure out how to make you crack.

“Forgot what happened in yer’own story, aye lassie?” he questions, and you can feel his breath against you. Smoke and alcohol infused breath.

You don't answer, primarily because you did in fact forget what happened next, but some part of you couldn’t make sense of words through the slight ache between your thighs. Your brain completely and utterly distracted by the closeness of him.

He wanted to kiss you, he really did. That's why he had taken a step towards you in the first place. He wanted to know how your lips felt against his and how they tasted, he wanted to feel you. Though the weight of his age and the associating guilt remained heavy in his brain. To think clearly, he had to redirect his blood flow away from between his legs first.

You place your bottle beside his glass, your hand brushing his as you do so. You each look down to follow the moment of contact, the pair of you watching the slight extension of your fingers towards his on the counter. He shakes his head subtly, but it doesn’t come from a place of annoyance or even aggravation, but instead an effort to distract himself.

He truly wanted nothing more than to have you on this very counter. But with you, he couldn’t just rush into it. You made him want to take his time. It was like you deserved better than to be dicked over the bar counter. There had to be some level of intimacy and heart-felt connection involved.

You wanted more in every sense of the word: you wanted more than something quick and cold, something more than what usually happens in and around the club. You wanted to be more than a simple means to get him off, a quick fuck, even.

There was something there between you both and it had been building for some time. You each knew it.

And so, he takes that first step — thinking it was his place to do so.

He leans in, pressing a slow precautionary kiss to your lips, presence remaining close as if he was awaiting your response. But you don’t swat him away, and instead return the kiss. One becomes two, and two becomes more. The months and weeks worth of mutual pining all pouring into a singular moment.

His hands move to settle on your waist. He squeezes briefly and then guides you, slight lifting force helping you hop onto the bar behind. Chibs stands between your spread knees, the feel of him growing hard is more than noticeable against the inner of your thigh.

Time was of the essence so he parts from the hasty array of kisses and begins littering them under your jaw. Your head tilting back instinctively, allowing more of you to more of him.

He slips his hands down your hips and over your thighs, palms sliding inwards and under your skirt — eager to reach the fabric of your underwear. His hands still for a moment before his fingers slip into the elastic, wandering fingers yanking on them.

You lift your hips, wordlessly granting him access, silently allowing him to rid you of your underwear. He pulls his face from the crook of your neck, pausing the markings for a minute to watch the slow teasing removal of your underwear — watching the delicate, skimpy fabric drag across your thighs.

Chibs pulls your underwear off from around your ankles and bunches it, bringing it to his nose for a quick whiff. Filing his nose with the scent he’s dreamt of most since your arrival in town.

“Won’t mind if I keep these, aye?” he looks down to your lips again and stuffs your garment into his jean pocket, saving it for later.

Your chest rises heavily as you watch it all play out and all you can do is shake your head. You wouldn’t miss them much anyway.

He drags the stool from behind him with the heel of his boot, hooking and pulling it towards him. Without breaking contact with you, he guides it closer and sits down; the motion swift and seamless. His knees aren't what they used to be, so he could really do with the support of the step stool.

Chibs pulls at your knees as if to bring you closer, pulling your bare cunt closer to his face. He presses a kiss to the inner of your thigh, forming a slight trail towards your pussy.

He licks up the length of you, tongue parting your already slick folds. He buries his face further into you, his fingers making deep dents in your thighs from how close and firm he’s holding you to him. He presses a kiss to your cunt, and then another one, and another one, each one moving closer to your clit.

He begins to lap at you, tongue swiping hungrily at your pussy, lips wrapping around your folds as he holds them within his mouth, simultaneously puckering kisses to your cunt. Your hands reach down towards his head, fingers dragging through his hair as if to keep him close, hold him exactly where you’ve wanted him for these past couple months.

You grow lost in the feeling and the pressure begins to build within you: you’re getting close. The time flies past and the sound of motorcycles revving in the distance grows closer and closer — the members seeming to be only a few short minutes from walking through those doors. You each concentrate: you on the feeling, and Chibs on what he’s doing.

You just know that you’re making a mess, but you couldn’t allow yourself to think about that when several members could very well be parking up their bikes out front right now.

The engines shut off just at the right time and you reach your high, cunt creaming on his tongue and convulsing against his face. You slap a hand to your mouth as if to muffle your noises, not so keen on the idea of everyone finding out about the lewd act on the very public, commonly used bar.

Chibs presses a final kiss to your pussy and stands with a groan, a hand moving up to brush the bottom half face. An effort to dry his beard from the wetness you had made on his face.

But there was no hiding it and the clubhouse doors fling open. You cross your legs and lift your beer to your lips, trying to act casual. Chibs moves down the bar as he pretends to organise the liquor bottles on the walls: trying to hide his chubbed up cock in his jeans.

Tig immediately knew what was going on, he could practically smell it — the scent of pussy and cum far too familiar with him. Jax flickers between you both, a faint smirk ling his lips as he connects the dots in his brain. The wet in Chibs’ goatee massively giving it away. Jax is no idiot.

Maybe for your next encounter you could retreat somewhere slightly more private. Somewhere far away to avoid interruptions. Maybe he can take you to the cabin you always hear about.

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tinyshyteacup · 2 months ago

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Tw: cussing

Part 2

Whiskey & Wee Things - Part 3

Tara and Jax’s house was warm, filled with the hum of your conversation and the occasional giggle from Abel as he clumsily stacked blocks, only to knock them down with a delighted squeal.

You had spent the better part of the morning sitting at the kitchen table with Tara, papers spread between you—notes on commissary needs, a visitor schedule, and updates to pass along to the members inside.

"Jax is gonna want weekly visits, but Clay…" Tara trailed off, tapping her pen against the table. "I doubt he’ll want anyone around much."

You glanced up from where you were scribbling down notes, frowning. "That doesn’t seem fair. He's still—"

"Still a stubborn shithead ?" Tara let out a breathy chuckle, shaking her head. "Sorry, ignore me... To Clay, I’m just another old lady trying to take his step-son away from the club."

You hesitated, not sure what to say to that.

Instead you cast your eyes across the table—lists of commissary items, schedules, notes on who was writing letters to whom.

Tara's hand rested over the gentle curve of her belly, watching you with a mix of amusement and mild exasperation.

"Y’know, this might be a little overkill," she said, thumbing through the list of commissary requests. "They’re only in for fourteen months."

You frowned. "That’s still over a year."

Tara exhaled, rubbing her temple.

"I just don’t want them to feel… forgotten," you admitted, stacking another piece of paper onto the growing pile.

Tara stared at you for a long moment, then sighed.

"You know they’ve done time before, right?"

"Yeah, no i know ... but there family right ?" You finally glanced up, frowning.

Tara caught the look on your face and gave you a tired smile. "Don’t worry about it. We'll sort it, Clay and Jax… their carrying a lot right now. They all are."

You spent the next few hours sorting through everything—lists of what Jax, Clay, and the others would need while inside, notes from the lawyers, a rough schedule for visits to make sure none of them were forgotten.

Tara was focused, jotting down details, making sure no one was overlooked. Every so often, her hand would drift absently to her belly, rubbing slow circles as she thought.

You caught the motion and smiled. "Starting to feel real, huh?"

She huffed a quiet laugh. "Yeah… something like that."

Before you could say more, a loud crash made both of you jump.

Abel blinked up at you both from the floor, one of his toy trucks now in two separate pieces, blocks scattered across the floor.

You gasped dramatically. "Oh no, buddy! What happened?"

He grinned, utterly unbothered.

"Boom!"

You laughed. "Boom, huh?" You picked up the broken truck and gave him an exaggerated look of concern. "Think we can fix it?"

Abel nodded very seriously. "Yeah!"

You spent the next few minutes helping him snap the pieces back together while Tara continued working.

Abel babbled something unintelligible, chubby fingers reaching for you.

Tara watched with a soft smile. "He likes you."

You smiled back, shifting Abel to your lap. "Good. ‘Cause I like him too."

You didn’t hear the front door open.

Didn’t notice the familiar weight of footsteps until—

"Well, well… look at this."

Chibs’ voice—low, laced with amusement—sent warmth curling through your stomach.

You stood, Abel perched on your hip, to find him standing in the doorway.

His gaze flicked over the scene in front of him—Tara, the papers, the visitor schedule—before settling on you.

"Didn’t know ye had a mornin’ gig as a babysitter, love."

"Good morning to you too, Filip" You rolled your eyes, but Chibs’ smirk only grew as he stepped forward, reaching to ruffle Abel’s fine blonde hair.

"How’s my wee man, eh?"

Abel responded by immediately reaching for Chibs, fingers curling in his kutte.

Chibs chuckled, easily taking the toddler from your arms, and dropping a kiss to your hairline.

"Aye, that’s right. Uncle Chibby is yer favorite, ain’t he?"

Abel made a happy noise, patting at Chibs’ beard with uncoordinated little hands.

Tara sighed, but her smile was fond. "He does that to Jax too."

"Smart wee lad," Chibs muttered, shifting Abel so he was more comfortable in his arms. "Knows a good set o’ whiskers when he sees ‘em."

You couldn’t help but laugh.

Chibs’ eyes flicked to you at the sound, something soft flashing behind them.

"So," he drawled, nodding toward the table. "This what ye been doin’ all mornin’, then?"

You nodded. "We wanted to make sure everyone in Stockton is taken care of. That they don’t feel alone."

His fingers brushed the edge of one of the lists. "Ye settin’ up an entire bloody system?"

You shrugged, standing up. "Just making sure they’re taken care of."

Chibs tilted his head, picking up a page and scanning it. "Ye even got Tig’s smokes on here."

"And Juice’s protein powder," you added.

He huffed out a quiet laugh.

Then—his fingers curled under your chin, tilting your face up just enough for his dark eyes to catch yours.

"They’re lucky, ye know," he murmured.

You blinked. "For what?"

His thumb brushed lightly along your jaw before dropping away.

"For havin’ you lookin’ out for ‘em, mo chridhe"

It had been a few days since the whole ‘Prez’ realization, and things at Teller-Morrow had started settling into a new rhythm.

Well, almost.

You were getting used to work—answering phones, sorting paperwork, handling invoices under Gemma’s watchful eye. It wasn’t too complicated, though she made sure you learned quick.

But the prospects?

They were still acting weird.

At first, you thought you were imagining it.

Then you noticed the way they moved around you—one stepping out of your way before you even got close, another awkwardly freezing when you so much as glanced in his direction.

When you dropped a pen and bent to pick it up, one of them winced.

And when you asked one of them—Jeremy? Jason? You weren’t sure—to pass you a stack of forms, he hesitated like you had just asked him to defuse a bomb.

Gemma noticed, of course.

"Jesus Christ," she muttered under her breath, watching as one of them practically tripped over himself trying to avoid crossing your path.

You frowned. "What’s their problem?"

She arched a perfectly manicured brow. "You serious?"

You blinked. "Well ... yeah?"

Gemma huffed, setting down the paperwork. "Sweetheart, they’re terrified of you."

Your eyes widened. "Of me what—why?"

She smirked. "Sweetheart— your bedding the President"

"Jesus Gem, we haven't even—"

Gemma scoffed, cutting you off. "Doesn't matter, your his, its respect"

You weren’t sure whether to be amused or exasperated.

By the time you stepped outside to grab something from Gemma’s car, you had decided you needed to clear things up.

One of the prospects—Daniel? Maybe?—was wiping down a bike near the garage entrance. He looked up when he saw you, then immediately looked down, focusing way too hard on whatever he was doing.

You crossed your arms.

"Okay, can you just stop this ?"

He stiffened. "Uh—what do you mean?"

You gestured vaguely. "This! The weirdness! You guys acting like I fucking bite."

"We’re not acting weird," he said quickly. Too quickly.

You gave him a look.

He swallowed. "I mean, it’s just—uh—"

"Just what?"

He hesitated, then blurted, "You’re the Prez's Old Lady!" like that explained everything.

You stared. "Interim President" you pointed out. "—and i'm my own person too"

Daniel glanced around, lowering his voice. "He nearly killed Tyler the other day just for flirting with you."

Your stomach dropped.

"He did not," you said, even though you weren’t actually sure that was true.

The prospect gave you a look. "I mean, he didn’t kill him, but—"

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Love, ye interrogatin’ my prospects now?"

You turned to see Chibs strolling across the lot, his usual smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Daniel? Jason? Whatever his name was?—immediately went rigid, eyes darting downward like a kid caught sneaking out after curfew.

Chibs clapped a hand on the prospect’s shoulder, not unkindly. "Ye doin’ a good job, prospect ?"

"Y-Yeah, Boss."

"Aye, good. Then why d’ye look like yer about tae shite yerself?"

The poor guy made some strangled noise in his throat.

You sighed. "Scotsman, what did you do?"

He arched a brow. "What d’ye mean?"

You crossed your arms. "They’re scared of me."

"Are they now?" He looked entirely too pleased with himself.

"Yes. Because of you."

He shrugged. "Ain’t my fault they’re thick as bricks."

You huffed. "Can you please tell them your not going to, I don’t know, do shit, if they breathe near me?"

Chibs smirked, his eyes flicking to the prospect. "That depends, lad—ye been breathin’ near my woman?"

Jason/Daniel looked horrified.

"No, Boss!"

Chibs chuckled, patting his shoulder again before turning to you.

"Relax, love. I won't kill ‘em. Long as they behave."

You groaned.

The clubhouse was alive with the usual energy—music thumping, laughter ringing out, the scent of booze and cigarette smoke thick in the air. The usual SAMCRO scene.

Piney mumbled a quick "Hey Sweetheart" as you pushed your way through the crowd of scantily clad women and bikers.

You noticed the kitchen was absolute chaos, and you had no idea how anyone was keeping track of what was clean, what was dirty, or what had just been set down and promptly forgotten about.

Between the sink overflowing with dishes, the counters littered with empty bottles, and the sheer volume of food, it was a wonder the place hadn’t caught fire.

You didn’t hesitate.

Slipping into the mess like it was second nature, you started rinsing dishes, stacking them neatly in the drying rack while grabbing empty beer bottles from the counter and tossing them into a trash bag.

At first, no one noticed you weaving through the crowd grabbing empties.

The sweetbutts were too caught up in their usual routine—laughing, flirting, making themselves useful in their way.

But then, one of them turned.

And froze.

"Uh… what are you doing?"

You glanced up, blinking. "Cleaning."

That one word sent a ripple through the room.

Within seconds, three more sweetbutts were staring at you like you had just started speaking in tongues.

"But… why?" one of them asked, brow furrowed.

You shrugged, tossing another empty bottle into the trash. "Because it’s a mess?"

That didn’t seem to be the right answer.

The girls exchanged glances, shifting awkwardly.

One of them—Lacey?, you were pretty sure—cleared her throat. "You don’t have to do that."

"I know." You wiped your hands on a towel you'd dropped over your shoulder, already reaching for another abandoned bottle. "But I can."

Another pause.

Then—panic.

The girls started moving frantically, trying to grab dishes and the trash can from you, insisting they’d take care of it.

You just shook your head, with a polite "I got it" , stepping around them and continuing to the kitchen to start the dishes.

You weren’t here to impress anyone.

You were just helping.

What was so weird about that?

You didn’t hear him at first, too focused on scrubbing a particularly stubborn pan.

But the energy in the room shifted.

The girls, who had been trying to get you to stop working, froze.

You had barely looked up when you felt his presence—felt the warmth of his body behind you before you heard his voice.

And then—

"The hell is goin’ on in here?"

The girls scattered instantly, retreating like someone had just sounded an alarm.

You sighed.

"Just cleaning, Filip."

His smirk widened. "Aye, I can see that, love. But why?"

You huffed, setting down the pan. "Because it needed to be done."

He stepped forward, reaching out to tilt your chin up slightly. His touch was gentle, his gaze warm as he studied you like you were the most ridiculous—thing he’d ever seen.

"D’ye see any of the other old ladies in here scrubbin’ dishes?"

You exhaled slowly. "I’m not the other old ladies, Scotsman."

His smirk softened into something fonder. "Aye, I know that, mo chridhe. " his accent curled around the words, thick with amusement.

You glanced over your shoulder, seeing the smirk tugging at his lips.

"It’s just faster if people get stuck in."

Chibs let out a low chuckle, stepping in closer until his chest was nearly flush against your back. "That so?"

You nodded, picking up another plate and rinsing it off.

His hands settled on your hips—not to stop you, just to touch you.

"Love, ye do know there’s a dozen other folk here that should be doin’ this, aye?"

"Probably." You stacked the plate, reaching for another. "But they aren’t here and I am."

Chibs hummed, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to the side of your neck. You shivered, but didn’t stop washing the dishes.

His lips curved against your skin.

"Yer impossible."

Chibs didn’t move away.

He watched you with an expression that was equal parts affectionate and exasperated.

"Y’know, love, I’d rather be doin’ anythin’ else right now than watchin’ ye scrub dishes."

You huffed. "Then don’t watch. Go enjoy yourself."

He scoffed. "Not leavin’ ye to do this shite yerself."

"I’m not alone." You gestured vaguely toward the other women—who had definitely stopped working to watch the two of you.

Chibs’ eyes flicked toward them for half a second before turning back to you.

"Aye, well, they don’t count."

You turned to face him, water still dripping from your fingertips. "Why?"

His brows lifted slightly, like he hadn’t expected you to challenge him.

Then, a slow, knowing smirk.

"Because none o’ them are me, mo chridhe."

You sighed. "Filip—"

"Hear me out." His hands slid up to cup your face, thumbs stroking along your jaw. "I don’t like seein’ ye actin’ like ye don’t matter."

Your brows furrowed. "That’s not what I’m doing—"

"Maybe not on purpose, love. But that’s what it looks like."

His thumbs brushed over your cheekbones.

"Yer not some hangaround, aye? Not some sweetbutt runnin’ around cleanin’ up after the boys. Ye belong to me."

You exhaled slowly.

"So what?" you murmured. "I’m supposed to just… sit around and do nothing?"

His smirk returned, slow and lazy.

"Ye can sit on my lap, if ye want."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help your smile "For gods sake, Scotsman."

"Just sayin’."

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mysticalmallard · 11 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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violentdelightsandviolentends · 2 years ago

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Chibs with a reader around the same age as Juice and they do it on Chibs’s bike at the club house thinking nobody is there but they get caught by a few of the members

Teach Me How to Ride.

Synopsis - Chibs is teaching you how to ride (in more ways than one).

Pairing - Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Female Reader

Warnings - smut. cursing. age gap.

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 1k

Author's Note - thank you SO much for this request, anon. it made me feral. that old man owns me and i'm not sorry about it. always open to SOA and chibs requests. <3

Masterlist. Inbox.

"Any weekend plans, darlin'?"

You smile at the blonde man sat on the other side of the bar you're wiping down.

"Nothing too exciting. I think I'm gonna try and get out on my bike."

His brows raise in curiosity.

"You have a bike now?"

"Yeah. Chibs is teaching me how to ride."

"I bet he is."

You roll your eyes at the snickers that come from the other guys who are dotted around the room.

"Real mature, Jax."

"Is he charging you for these lessons, or are you paying him in other ways?"

You put down your cloth and look up.

"I'll jump over this bar and beat your ass right now, Tig. Don't think I won't."

They all laugh, and you can't help but chuckle along with them. You know they mean well. They'd do anything for you, in a heartbeat.

Eventually, the sun sets, and all of the guys make their way home. You've been restocking the bar, not minding staying a little later if it means you get the job done.

You're crouched down filling the fridge when you hear a familiar Scottish accent echo though the clubhouse.

"You still here, sweetheart?"

You stand up and smile at him, grinning wider when he reciprocates.

"Still here. Trying to get my shit done."

"That's my girl. Always working ten times harder than the rest of us."

You laugh, throwing him a beer.

"You're here late. How did the run go?"

"All good, nothing to worry about," he winks.

You think back to Jax's comment earlier, and decide you've had enough of avoiding the truth. You want answers. You also just kind of want to know what he'll say.

"Why does everyone think we're fucking?"

Chibs practically chokes on his drink, taken aback by your sudden brashness.

"What?"

"You heard me."

He takes a moment to process, before a slow smile etches itself onto his face.

"Why do you ask that?"

"Just something Jax said earlier."

"Ignore that bastard. He doesn't think before he speaks."

You chuckle in agreement, finishing up your jobs for the day.

"You wan' a ride home?"

You nod gratefully, making sure to lock up before walking over to where Chibs is leaning against his bike. He's parked by the door, under the shelter, obscured from the yard. He slips a helmet onto your head, before standing in front of you to do up the buckle. His rough fingertips slide under your chin, clasping the straps in place. He swipes a thumb over your bottom lip gently, eyes never leaving your face.

"You're too good for me," he murmurs. "Pretty young thing like you."

"Everyone already thinks we're fucking anyway," you whisper, smirk on your face.

He chuckles lowly, before leaning in to capture your lips with his. He kisses you with need, unbuckling the helmet he just put on you and dropping it to the ground. He's grabbing at you - your hips, your ass, anywhere he can find. You've got your hands tangled in his hair, yanking roughly when he bites your lip.

The two of you waste no time. Chibs is shrugging his jacket off while unbuttoning your pants, pulling them down. You're fumbling with his belt, undoing his jeans with shaky hands. You're both high on adrenaline, desperate to feel the other person. He smashes his lips back to yours and you groan, reveling in the way he tastes like smoke and peppermint.

Chibs grabs your hips and walks you backwards, twirling you around so you're bent over his bike. You can't help but laugh, remembering what Jax had said.

"What?" he chuckles into your ear, hot and heavy against your back.

"Nothing," you giggle. "I'll tell you later. You gonna fuck me, old man, or just stand there?"

He growls under his breath and smacks your ass as punishment, smirking when you whine.

"You gonna ask me nicely, sweetheart?"

At this point, you're not above begging. Besides, you know it'll do wonders for his ego, and you don't entirely mind that.

"Please, Chibs," you whinge. "Waited so long for this."

"Oh, ya have?" he coos. "Better not keep you waitin' then."

In one smooth thrust he slides home, both of you groaning in unison. He plants a hand on the back of your neck, the other with a firm grip on your hip, providing him with leverage. He sets a steady, even pace, careful not to knock the bike over.

He tilts his hips upwards a little and you keen, seeing stars.

"Right there? Yeah? That's it, isn't it?"

You only nod in response, holding onto the motorcycle for dear life. You trust him, though. You know he won't let you fall.

"Fuck, darlin'. You feel so good."

"So close," you choke out.

"I know, I know. Can feel you squeezin' me. Come on, that's it. Good girl."

The lilt of his accent combined with the glide of his hips is lethal, sending you over the edge in no time. You see stars, heart racing and mind blank.

Your undoing is also Chibs'. He groans as he finds his release, leaning over to rest his head between your shoulders. You're both panting, chests heaving as you recover.

After a moment, the bike groans, and you both jump up, laughing as you do it. You're redressing, Chibs stealing kisses from you, when you hear a voice cut through the darkness.

"Well, shit. I was only kidding earlier."

You can hear Jax's teasing drawl before he comes into view, cocky smirk drawn across his face.

You groan as Chibs rolls his eyes and throws his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. Both of you know you're not going to hear the end of this for a long time.

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lunajay33 · 2 months ago

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His Flower

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Summary: You moved away for a few years but you missed home, missed you brother Opie when you find out your sister in law died you move back to charming, what you didn’t expect was to be sucked into their world, but meeting a certain Scotsman changes everything

Pairing: Chibs Telford x f!reader

Warning: Age Gap, violence, 18+

•Masterlist•

The phone call I got broke my heart, me and Opie were always close, he was a few years older than me but he was always an amazing brother, always tried to protect me, I’ve been missing home for a while now and learning that Donna passed was all I need to hear that I needed to go home to my family

Getting off the plane I hop in a cab straight to the clubhouse, I grew up with Jax alongside Opie, I knew Gemma and Clay and a few other members but there’s some I haven’t met yet

I pull up to the lot pay the driver and get my luggage, I stand infront of the building my heart pounding for some reason, I haven’t been here in years

I walk in feeling out of place, the smell of smoke and whiskey hits me, men laughing obnoxiously loud, woman in barely any clothes hanging around, I stand in the middle of the club like a fish out of water, searching for Opie when I hear a gruff Scottish voice behind me

“Aye lassy think ye might be lost” I jump turning to see a man, quite a bit older, a lot taller than me, wearing leather seeing a tattoo on his chest poking out of his vest, I couldn’t help but run my eyes up and down him

“See something ye like darlin” he smirks and before I can say anything I’m lifted off the ground and being swing around like a rag doll

“You’re finally here!” Opie calls as he turns me around and pulls me into a hug, for a long time and I can hear him whimper

“I missed you so much” it broke my heart knowing he’s in pain

“I missed you too Op” he sets me down then had hugs me, the Scotsman standing there utterly confused

“Someone wanna tell me who this lil lassy is?” I tune feeling a blush creep across my cheeks

“This is y/n my sister”

“Sista? How did I not know this shit boys?”

“Just never came up I guess, she decided to move back, help me out with the kids”

“Glad yer sticking around, could get us to having a girl here that’s not a crow eater” he smirks and I feel Opie pull me into his side

“Watch yourself Chibs, you’re old enough to be her father” Jax said and I couldn’t help but laugh

“So?” Me and Chibs say at the same time shocking Opie and Jax

“Come on weirdo, let’s get you home”

•

I settled into opies place it was a mess, I took the spare room making it feel like my own, unpacking, decorating it how I like, got to work on cleaning the house up and helping with the kids, it’s been a few days since I arrived and I couldn’t get Chibs out of my head, he’s so sexy and he’s exactly my type I’m sure Opie would have my head though, but that’s not gonna stop me from having a little fun

I make a batch of cookies and a pot of chili for the guys, driving it over in Opies old truck, trying to carry both the container of cookies and pot of chili proved hard

“Aye lassy let me help” Chibs came up behind me taking the pot leaving me with the cookies we walk in the club house

“Thanks, thought I’d bring you guys some food, I know how busy you guys get” we get to the bar and he sets it down motioning me to sit next to him on the bar stools

“How’re ye and the grump related, sweet lil thing”

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were flirting with me” he leans closer his cologne enveloping me

“Aye maybe I can’t help when I see a pretty face baby girl” the tension between us was intense

“I’m not some crow eater you know it’s not gonna be that easy Scotsman” I smirk

“I’ll take that as a challenge lassy” his lips are so close I just wanna taste them but the guys burst through the door a commotion in its wake, I pull back and Chibs just laughs

“We interrupting something?” Tigs asks as he comes and pulls me into his side

“Aye ye stupid bastards”

“Bit young for you brother” Bobby says as the guys dish up the chili giving me thanks

“This coming from ye old shite, seems I’ve got a challenge ahead of me”

“Watch yourself boy, don’t think I’m too old to put you in your place” pinny says like a grumpy old man, he always scared away guys, having both your brother and father in the towns gang didn’t really play in my favour, but now I don’t think that’s gonna scare away this one

“Dad come on I’m not a teenager” I shot him a look making him chuckle

Christ this wanna gonna be fun

•

Opie still hasn’t been the same, I can see the pain so deep, he doesn’t even try to help with the kids, I drop them off at school and head to the club to talk to him

As I pull up I see him tigs and chibs on their bike seeming to just get back from something, I walk over leaning in his handle bars

“Everything good?” He asks confused

“I need to talk to you Op”

“The clubs family you can tell me here” I sigh at his stubbornness

“I know you’re hurting Op and you’re trying but I can’t take care of the kids alone, I’m 23 I don’t know how to raise them alone” he groans running his hand down his face

“I don’t have time for this shit, quite bitching” my eyes blow wide he’s never talked to me like that before

“Brotha don’t talk to her like that” Chibs steps in

“They’re your kids Opie they need their father right now” he pushes past me Bobby giving me a sympathetic look before following him

I sigh leaning back on Opies bike seat, Chibs coming to stand infront of me placing his hands on my shoulders

“This is harder than I expected Chibs, he’s spiralling and won’t let me help, the kids miss their dad, shit sometimes he scares me now”

“It’ll be alright lassy he just needs time”

“I just wish someone in my family could help, mom never wanted anything to do with us much, dads drunk half the time I just feel so alone” he groans pulling me into his chest wrapping his arms around me and I feel settled, grounded

“Shhh darlin ye ain’t alone, yer part o this family” I nod as I pull back

“Thanks chibs….gemmas probably waiting for me, she wants me to take over some business in the garage”

“Great now I know where to find yer sweet ass” I scoff playfully smacking his arm

“Dirty ol man”

“So this challenge, does it come along with prizes?”

“Guess we will have to see if you can win me over” I smirk before leaving him by the bikes, my heart in my throat but I keep my head high until I get into the office losing my confident fusade slumping down on the couch

“That Scot really got your panties in a twist already?” Gemma laughs

“You have no idea”

•

Part.2

New series

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