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[ravennaortiz]

Good morning! I would love to request chibs, 16 and 33 💗

Thank you so much!

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Prompts

16. Your scars are beautiful

33. Are you blushing?

Love the Man, Love the Scars

"What does a lady have to do to get you to buy her a drink?" you asked with a flirty laugh as you sat next to Chibs at the bar. The older man chuckled as he looked down at his whiskey glass in front of him. He had been trying to ignore his ever growing interest in you since he had first met you weeks ago.

He had nothing to offer a beautiful woman like you. Yet he couldn't help but let his eyes follow you around, his heart speed up when he heard your voice or caught the sweet whiff of your perfume.

"Aye, Lassie. I suppose be nothing but a beauty" replied Chibs as he dared to look up at you.

You nodded as a smirk appeared on your face as you put your hand on his knee making him jerk slightly. "I see. So then why haven't you brought me a vineyard yet? Or am I not beautiful?" you teased letting a pout form.

"Ye the most beautiful lass I've ever seen" replied Chibs as he grabbed your hand and squeezed it reassuringly. The softness of it making him wish he could have you in his bed letting your silkiness slide over him .Giving his head a quick shake he spoke again. "Its me who is an ugly mug with these" he stated as he pointed to the scars on his face.

"Stop that" you scolded as you smacked his hand. "Your scars are beautiful. They tell a story of a brave man" you continued as you gently traced one of them.

Chibs felt his cheeks heat up at your words and touch.

"Are you blushing old man?" you inquired noting the reddened tint to his cheeks.

"Its the whiskey" muttered Chibs as he tried to deny his reaction.

"Already blushing and I haven't even gotten to the part about how I want to trace them and him with my tongue" you replied as your free hand slipped to his crotch.

Chibs swallowed hard as he licked his lips. "Maybe we should get out of here so I can hear more about this tracing" .

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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

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

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"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.

[marvelous-slut]

Rats - Chibs Telford x Reader

not many warnings on this one, just mentions of guns i think? xx

You feel your body tense up as you hear the motorcycle pull up to your driveway. The gun in your hand is cold, but you have a tight grip on it. You have your mothers crucifix in the other hand, holding onto it just as tight as you pray silently. Tears fall from your eyes as you stand up to face the door way. The engine turns off and your body goes cold, holding the gun out to the door. Prepared to kill whoever it is that has been sent to kill you.

It was always said Piney, Clay and Bobby had spent many days in the club house carrying you around. They held you, fed you, changed you. Bobby was the most attached to you out of the three men, once you got old enough he’d make sure he had things to keep you occupied. He didn’t want you thinking of your father Otto being locked up and at this time as far as you were concerned your mother had a 9-5, but everyone knew she was filming her movies to try to help with the expenses that came with a baby.

Jax and Opie had been your right hand men for years. The two of you had did everything together. Riding bikes together and imitating all of your fathers, running around Teller-Morrow together. Once the three of you hit high school, your trip was inseparable. Lots of parents didn’t want their kids hanging around “biker thugs” kids.

Tig was like the creepy uncle, sure you didn’t like to sit alone with him but he sure did know how to make someone laugh when they were down. Juice, while quiet he thought highly of you. You were always willing to help him out, and he did the same for you. Any time he over heard you talk about going on dates, he was looking up information on the guy to make sure he wouldn’t cause any problems. Happy was different, he usually said nothing when you were around. You couldn’t help but like him because when he did say something, it was always a great comeback or eagerness to help the club.

Chibs Telford, he was the man who occupied your mind day in and day out. The one who looked out for you most in the club besides Bobby. You didn’t know what it was or why he did the things he did for you, but they always made you feel like a high school girl again with a crush. Anytime at the SAMCRO parties when you’d have a little too much to drink, he’d make sure you made it to his bed safe and sound, untouched. He’d let you sleep there alone until the morning when you felt better. He always had coffee made for you two to share. Maybe it was the fact he had a daughter he couldn’t take care of as you were younger than him, but it made you feel a way about him that you’d never felt about anyone else.

One of these men would kill you tonight and you were sure of it. You hoped it would be Happy, convinced it would be him. He would kill at the drop of a hat, plus you were close to him. Bobby would never be able to pull the trigger he was too close. No one else made sense. Your father had ratted on the club and tonight they’d seek revenge on his child as his wife was buried 6 feet under ground. As much as you loved these men dearly, considered them family you also knew what they were capable of if it hurt the club. The engine turns off and you hear a knock at the door. You set the crucifix down, holding on to the gun with both hands. Your heart falls when you see Chibs standing at your door, of course. They’d sent him to end your life. As he sees you with the gun pointed at him, he throws his hands up in the air.

“Jesus Christ! Lass, put that thing away!” You continue holding the gun, pointing it directly at his head. You feel yourself shaking, unsure if it was fear or shock. Maybe even both. Tears spill over as you realize the man you’d been in love with would kill you, or you’d kill him.

“No. I know dad ratted. I know what you’re here for!” You scream, shoving the gun closer to him. He grabs it and jerks it down. He takes the gun, emptying the bullets. You fall to the floor, tears falling down your face. “I don’t want to die.”

“What the hell are ya talkin’ about?” He asks, shoving the weapon into the waist band of his pants. He squats down, pushing hair out of your face. “Who’s going to kill ya?”

“Apparently you! The club has to send a message to dad about him flipping, my moms dead. He has nothing else to loose besides me.” You say, Chibs feels his heart ache at the sight of your tears and fear. He grabs your face, making you look him in the eyes.

“Love, no one’s killing anyone. Jackie boy wanted me to come by and make sure you were okay. Reassure you the club still has your back, we know this ain’t your fault. What your father has done doesn’t outweigh the trust we have in you.” The words make a weight lift off your chest. You wipe the remaining tears away and laugh. Chibs remains a little distraught that you thought he would be coming to kill you.

“They wouldn’t send me anyways, probably send Happy.” He says, chuckling as he does. “Jax says we have some kinda fucked up bond.” You think back to the times Jax had told you at the club house you had daddy issues after he’d saw you and Chibs together.

“That bastard.” You say, sighing afterwards. Chibs has a confused look on his face.

“Do we have some kinda fucked up thing?” He asks. You grab his hands, running your fingers over them.

“Maybe we do. But I like it.” You say, he smiles, pulling you into his chest. Your face lays on his kutte as he runs a hand through your hair. “Would you please stay tonight?” You whisper.

“I’d love to.”

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Valentine's Day Bingo: Moment - Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Reader (NSFW)

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Hitting the Secret Relationship Bingo Square

Chibs doesn’t tell anyone about your relationship, the fact that he spends most nights in your bed, tangled up in your sheets, enjoying you. It’s better this way, he thinks, for you and for him. You’re in the midst of a messy divorce and he refuses to let Clay have that leverage over him.

It’s been six months since you’d left your husband, since Chibs had helped you move your stuff to your new place a couple of blocks from your office. You flourished in that time, going from strength to strength.

You both don’t put a label on what you’re doing, in fact you don’t talk about it at all, not when he brings you coffee in the morning and not when you make him breakfast. You fall into an easy companionship. It surprises him how quickly he takes to the domesticity.

You’re riding him tonight, your thighs straddling his hips as that sweetness encompasses him. His palm rests on the back of your neck, thumb chasing over the hinge of your jaw as he thrusts inside of you with short punctuated strokes. His cock brushes over that filthy little spot inside of you, the one that sends ecstasy chasing through your synapses as he fucks you and the noise you make, it ruins him.

His forehead comes to rest upon yours, his breathing ragged as he looks into your eyes. He wants you to know how he feels, that this goes beyond fucking. It’s love but he can’t tell you that, he won’t ever tell you that.

He says your name when he comes, his face buried in the curve of your throat as he spills himself inside you because the way you grip him, it makes him feel like he’s seen God himself.

You’re wearing his shirt when slip from the sheets in the aftermath, padding quietly towards the kitchen. It’s the sight of you wearing his clothing that changes everything, it satisfies a primal instinct deep inside because for a moment it doesn’t matter than you’re still married, that his club owns every part of him. You’re his and he's yours, that's all that matters.

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Imagine being Chibs’ old lady

As ruthless as he can be, he is an absolutely softie just for you

Kisses your fingers one-by-one; your hands; your thighs; your calves; your stomach

Rubs your feet after a long day without you asking; he just slides your legs over his and works out all the tension

Tells you how pretty you are alllll the time: “My beautiful lass” & “Prettiest girl I’ve ever laid me eyes on” & “How d’ye manage lookin’ better everyday?” & “Sorry for starin’ at ya, love, I just cannae believe how goddamn gorgeous you are”

Would literally drop to his knees and worship you happily if you asked, of course you’d never, but he’d do it without a moment’s thought

Talks about you as if you’re a goddess, an angel walking the earth, and not giving a damn if the guys make fun of him for it (though they never would, they think so, too)

If you find a spider in the house

and you ask him to take it outside instead of killing it, he’ll look at you like this…

… and then take it outside. Same goes for any little task you ask for his help on, even if it’s just because you want to see his biceps flex when he lifts something heavy, or his belly peak out from his shirt when he reaches for something high. He pretends to be annoyed by your constant asking, but he loves taking care of you so damn much. He’d do anything you asked with a smile on his face.

Him calling you when the club needs your help

Medical, serving beers, hosting other charters, whatever they need. He’d call you and say:

“Hey baby”

“Hiya, love. Need yer help at the clubhouse. Tigger got bit by a damn doped-up Doberman or some shite. Hell if I know”

“Jesus Christ. Alright, keep him stable. I’ll be there as soon as I can, love”

“Wha’ would we do without ya, my angel?”

“Crash and burn, probably”

“Damn right. Love you, M'annsachd (my blessing)”

“Love you back, my Scotsman”

The club counts on your for so much, and you’re happy to help. That means you get to spend more time with your man and see him in his element. The other guys love you, too, and respect the hell out of you, knowing Chibs wouldn’t think think before chopping their dick off if they ever made a move on you. They tell you how much they appreciate you every chance they get.

THE ENDLESS PET NAMES

Lassie, sweetheart, hen, angel, darling, love; bonnie lass, baby, girlie, lover, sugar

Bonus: Scots Gaelic pet names

M'annsachd (my blessing), mo ghràdh (my love), mo chridhe (my heart), mo leannan (my darling/sweetheart)

After the explosion, you’re by his side every minute

When he comes to here and there during the first few hours, the only thing he mumbles is your name, like he’s desperately searching for your face in an unfamiliar crowd. You squeeze his hands and tell him you’re there, even if he slips back under just after, he knows you’re there. Even when the recovery is hard on him, you’re there to support him in every way you can. The club knows you won’t leave his side and helps fill in the gaps you usually occupy without a second thought. He credits you with his recovery, even though he did it all: “Yer my savior, mo chridhe. Cannae imagine my life wi’out you here, takin’ care o’ me, bringin’ me back ta life. You’ve given me everything. I owe you everything, my angel.”

He is the absolute sweetest with kids, your own or other members’

After Donna, Opie went off the rails and no one else had the means and patience to take care of Ellie and Kenny, so you two took them in.

He would try his best to explain to them where their mom is and that they’ll never be alone.

“Tha’s right, yer ma is heaven, in God’s golden castle, dancin’ ‘n’ singin’ wi’ the angels. You can weep, mo leannan, s’alright. Jus’ means you’ve plenty o’ love left ta give. You’ve a home wi’ us, yer da, yer granddaddy always, loves, ya understand?”

When Abel and Thomas come along, you’re always first to volunteer to watch them. You love seeing your man with the small children, always eager to play silly little games or offer a strong, warm embrace when they take a tumble on the playground.

If you have your own kids together, god, the way he loves them so fiercely but so gently just melts you. He loves to wake up with them in the night, just so he can spend a moment with them in his arms, those big brown eyes staring up at him. You’d give him 10 babies just to see that sparkle in his eye when he holds your child.

The PDA

He’s never shy to show the world how much he loves you.

Kisses on your temple as he passes by, smack on your ass while you stand at the bar, an arm snaking around your waist as you talk to some crow eaters, whistling at you as you walk towards him in the clubhouse (and you put on a little show for him, of course). He’s always finding new ways to show you how much he loves you and your body.

You become a mother figure for the girls

Crow eaters are all there with the hopes of becoming an old lady some day, and they could look at your marriage with Chibs with jealousy, but instead, they admire you. They see the way you have the freedom to do whatever you please and be exactly who you are, while still having a man who worships you just as much as you worship him, and they want that.

You tell them:

“I just got lucky, baby. I couldn’t stop loving him if I tried. You’ll find yours, too, don’t you worry.”

When it comes to the crow eaters, you’ve always known that what happens on the road stays on the road, but Chibs doesn’t even take a second look at any of the girls. He’s loyal to you in every way, even when you’ve told him it’s okay to satisfy his needs with a blowjob here or a handy there. He’d never touch anyone else that way, not without you involved, anyway. 😏

T H E S E X

This man knows how to give you everything you need and more. So much more.

You’ve been together long enough that jealousy or feelings of not being good enough have long gone out the window. You both just want to make each other feel mind-blowing, brain-fogging pleasure. Whether that is with just your two bodies, toys, bringing in thirds (or fourths, fifths…), experimenting with new kinks and locations, Chibs is willing to try anything once as long as you are into it. He’s given you pleasure like you’ve never known and you send him just as high above the earth when it’s your turn to return the favor.

You’re his comfort and his peace

After a long day with the MC, sometimes he just needs you in his arms to remember who he is and why he does it all. He tells you everything you need to know, and you’re smart enough to fill in the gaps. You know he’s done some things that he thinks are irredeemable, but you’re there to remind him he’s a good man. That’s why you love him so much.

Check out My Dove for a sweet, smutty night when he needs some comfort from you (minors please DNI).

Overall, Chibby is just the best partner you could have ever ended up with and he spends every minute of his life reminding you just how loved you are

[rimunagenius]

Number

Pairing: Filip ‘Chibs’ Telford x f!Reader (soon will become an ‘x fem!OC’ during the second chapter)

Word Count: 897

Warnings: I think it’s just foul language

Summary: Getting a new neighbor is always fun or even interesting. But an annoyingly cute biker who makes too much noise, isn’t.

Note: I did totally get this from a movie or show i saw on my tt fyp soooo…i don’t own the plot, nor do i own the Sons or the SOA plot (my boy Kurt Sutter does) but i just own my reader inserts kids as characters. If you find the name or know the name of whatever movie or show this is (if you recognize the dialogue), pls comment it so i can put it in here.

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Part 1 of the Unexpected Treasure series !

It was hard to get your little one to bed. Recently she’s being crying all night long and when she sleeps, she only sleep for two hours and then wakes up. Your oldest ones weren’t bad at all. So easy even.

Tonight was a rough night. You had already done three laps around the back yard, two around the kitchen and living room, and 6 of her bedroom. Her eyes finally started to close as you were slowly and silently rocking her in the rocking chair in her room.

Laying her in the crib slowly, carefully calculating any moves to not wake her up, you stood up and closed the door, leaving a crack so you could hear her from next door.

You had applied moisturizer to your fresh and healing tattoo before hearing the an odiously loud rumbling of bikes outside the door.

Groaning loudly you quickly made your way outside the front door before crossing your lawn over to the neighbors. You saw four men outside and just one bike while they stood in the garage. The rumbling was loud that you signaling them to keep it down wasn’t heard.

“Hey!” You stood closely behind the two with their backs faced to you, and yelled in their ears so they could hear. They turned around quickly and looked upset at the loudness of your voice.

“What gives, lady?!” One with crazy messy curly black hair turned around, finger lodged in his ear.

“Bloody hell, woman.” The other one who seemed to have facial scars turned around. The rumbling of the bike stopped immediately after the two stopped yelling at you. A man with long blonde hair and another man with long brown hair looked at you.

“Why are you guys doing making so much goddamn noise!?” You were visibly upset that these men dragged you out of your house at 10pm to rev stupid bike engines.

“Introducing ourselves to the neighbors, darlin— his neighbors.” The blonde one pointed towards the man with the crazy scars. You knew someone was moving in but the bikes weren’t really a problem when they were leaving and coming back so little.

“Well, I’m the neighbors, and we’re introduced, so if you wouldn’t mind, could you please shut the fuck up.” You looked at all four then before turning around and walking back across your lawn. You made it to the door before the one with the accent started talking to you.

“Wait, hold on. Let’s start over okay? My names Filip, what yours?” He had long hair, salt and pepper colors and the leather and kutte were actually very attractive on this man. But you didn’t know him, and men weren’t exactly your specialty considering you have three kids who’s dads left them.

“That’s cool. Just think of me as the person next door who likes it quiet.”

“Aye, but come on, love. Don’t be like that. We live next door to eachother and I feel bad. I feel terrible. I’m sorry. Will ya accept my apology?

“I don’t need your apology, I just need the quiet.” You then turned to go up the 3 steps to your porch before he started talking once again.

“Why don’t I take ya out to dinner to apologize for my rudeness? You give me yer’ number and I already have your address. I’ll call you up like a proper lad, and ask ya out.”

You giggled, “You want my number?” You smiled as you looked at him, and back at the other three men who seemed to resume talking but kept looking over to listen. Your sarcasm evident to them as the snickered amongst eachother.

“I do. I do want your number.” He nodded as he fixed his hair, his eyes never leaving yours once.

“Which number do you want? Filip?” You knew his name, you just didn’t have the capacity to care about or spare his feelings considering you had three children to get inside to and a early shift at the hospital to get some of the very little sleep for.

“Filip, now I like the way you say that, darlin.” He huffed as he smirked while he looked at you and then back to his friends before looking to you again. “How many numbers do ya have?”

“Oh I have plenty, darlin,” you mocked his endearment for you. “I have numbers falling out my ears. For instance, nine.”

“Nine?”

“Yeah, that’s how many months my baby girl is.”

“You got a little girl?” He looked intrigued and surprised in your statement. The guilt for being too loud already getting to his conscience.

“Yeah. Sexy huh? And how about this? Four is how old my oldest boy is. Two is how old my other son is. Two is the amount of time i’ve been married and divorced. Twenty is the amount of money I have left in my bank account. 850-3943 is my phone number, and im guessing zero is the amount of times your going to call it.”

“That impresses me, and your wrong about the zero thing, sweetheart.” He spoke as you walked inside and shut the door. He turned around and walked back to the boys as she looked back at your house, the living room light being shut off at the same time.

“Damn, she was pissed.” The man with long hair spoke, adjusting his beanie.

“Yeah, Chibs. Opies right, you gotta stop moving and pissin off your neighbors. This has happened like four times already.”

“Oi, shut up, Tiggy.”

“You got her number though, right?” The blonde asked, his eyebrows wiggling in a mockingly manner.

“Aye, Jackie boy.”

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Hey, heads up! future chapters will be longer, but i made this one short bc i didn’t have any idea on how to make further scenarios where they interacted more.

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Good Evening

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Never, babe.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah no prob’ I’ll do it.”

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

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

“What d’ya wanna watch?” Chibs asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” you asked.

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

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

[filipfuckingtelford]

The Forbidden Fruit. Remastered. Part 1.

Chibs x Reader fanfiction. Obviously.

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

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

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 In Flames bonus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[tempestuous-lush]

Crimson & Clover || SoA

Bonus Chapter - Shiv

warnings: fighting in the beginning (thrown dishes), unprotected sex, angry sex, a bit of orgasm denial, oral (female receiving), fingering, creampie, and believe it or not some fluff.

summary: This is a bonus chapter to introduce a character I plan to use in future chapters for plot. Shiv. Shiv is Chibs' woman. She believes he might be getting bored with her, and therefore seeing someone else. It's been eating at her for a bit. Chibs gets home and makes an ill timed joke not knowing her insecurities.

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You were zoned out as you looked out the kitchen window, mind busy turning over all of the worries and insecurities you had. It had all started with your thoughts that maybe you weren’t enough. You weren’t his wife. Couldn’t be. After all, she had given him a daughter, even though he never was able to see her. Raise her. You took another sip of your coffee, closing your eyes as you accepted the comforts of a fresh cup. 

That had to be it, why he wasn’t around anymore. 

At the end of the day, he missed them. It would make sense, explain his lack of ties from before the two of you were together. Perhaps when he looked at you, he wished you were her. 

You hadn’t heard Chibs come in through the back door. Chibs stood at the kitchen island, watching you drink your coffee as you sat there on your stool looking out the window. You’d been doing this more and more lately. All of this zoning out…you were much younger than him, perhaps you found someone who could provide more, everything you deserved, a real life. 

He took a long, appreciative look at your legs. That soft supple skin and the muscular but soft curves of them leading him up, the hem of your sweater hiding what he loved almost as much as he loved your ferocity. He hadn’t been spending so much time here anymore with you, helping Jax where he could and the club overall. Especially considering everything seemingly brewing between Jax and Clay. 

Fucking hell though, he missed you.  

He smiled softly before commenting, “No’ thinking o’ running away with someone else, staring out tha’ window now, are ya’, mo cridhe?”

Your eyes narrowed and fingers gripped the mug a bit too tightly, breaths growing shallower. 

How dare he. 

He was the one that was gone at all hours, doing god knows what. Or who. For that matter. You hated yourself for it but your mind instantly went to the one girl that hung out at the club, hanging on to every word Chibs would say. 

Was that who he was occupying his time with? Before you could register anything else you snapped and threw your mug at him, the words spilling out of your mouth at the same time, “Fuck you, you fucking cunt.”

Your chest was heaving with the sudden anger you felt. There was a flash of remorse when you saw the mug hit its target, a bit of blood blooming over his eye. Just a flash, and then it was gone, replaced by something else entirely when you saw the way he was looking at you. Your voice wavered slightly as you asked, “How fucking dare you, Chibs?”

What he said flashed through your mind again and the anger resurged as you found yourself throwing a plate from the dish drainer at him. He dodged that one, seeing it coming this time. It crashed against the wall behind him. You found another cup and threw it, yelling, “Fucking Scottish BASTARD.”

“Fucking hell Shiv!”

He dodged another throw, and another, slowly making his way to you until you ran out of ammunition. One hand was on either side of you as he leaned on the counter, boxing you in. Angry tears threatened to spill from you and the first thing he thinks to say with that smirk, “All tha’ does is leave me wanting to fuck ya’ more, mo cridhe. Tame tha’ fiesty little cunt of yours the only way tha’ I know how.”

As if to  drive his point, he pulled your hips to his and grinded  his full and heavy cock up against you…managing to give you the slightest pleasure even though he was fully clothed and you were halfway dressed in your sweater and a pair of underwear. You faltered for a second before you realized he completely side stepped your anger. As he leaned in to kiss you, your hand collided hard with his face as you slapped him. 

Chibs wasn’t sure what had you so angry with him, but fucking hell, if a part of him didn’t find it a fucking turn on. The hell is wrong with me?

You moved to slap him again, this time though he caught hold of your wrist before you could make contact. A smirk appeared on his face as if to say not this time. So you slapped him with the other hand instead. Chibs grabbed hold of that one as well, pinning them both to the counter right behind you on either side. At this point, he was inches from your face, both of you breathing heavily. 

His dark eyes steadily stared into yours…searching for a yes, goading slightly, “There’s tha’ fiesty woman tha’ I love.”

At that, he let go of one of your wrists and you slapped him one last time time before his hand grabbed a rough hold of your loose hair and pulled back so hard you nearly winced, but just hard enough that instead he earned one of those throaty moans from you that he loved so much. 

Then, his lips collided with yours and you welcomed him by immediately opening your mouth to his, his tongue tasting you before you pulled back and bit his lower lip as you did, earning a near growl from him. And that’s when he used his leverage in the hold on your hair to turn you quickly and a bit rough, the counter biting into your stomach as you landed. 

Hand still in your hair, he used his other to lift the hem of your sweater to expose that ass of yours to him. Chibs let out a low whistle at the sight of it clad in those pretty little dark red underwear he loved so much. His free hands held your mid back down as he pulled on your hair again and leaned over you just to moan in your ear at the feel of his still clothed cock against your ass, “I missed the sight of tha’ almost as much as the rest of ya’, mo cridhe. Tell me how much ya’ missed it” - he pushed his hips into you and you moaned - “missed me.”

Your breathing was erratic as you were held there, his cock digging into your ass as he pressed it further, and you refused to lament, “Fuck you.”

“Now tha’....tha’ was not the answer tha’ I wanted, Shiv.”

Chibs backed off and let go of your hair, the hand on your back dropping to hold you with his arm instead so that you couldn’t get up. His other hand ran up and down your thigh and you willed yourself not to budge. 

You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. 

His hand came to rest on the side of those red underwear he loved so much and tutting, he grabbed a handful and pulled hard. They ripped away from you and you felt the cold air conditioned air hitting your ass as he pulled the fabric away. You felt the surge of your arousal and you pressed your legs together, something Chibs noticed. He grabbed hold of your hair again and lifted the other from your back so that you were standing up, your back to his front. Chibs smiled, “Ya’ forget, Shiv, I know you. In every way tha’ counts. So I know when yer angry. Even though ya’ do a fine job of lettin’ everyone know tha’. And I know when yer wanting me inside of ya. But I so love it when ya’ make me work for it.”

A pull of your hair and your neck was exposed to him, his lips falling on it and kissing those soft spots you loved before he sucked hard to a point of near pain, then licking, then repeating. All the while his other hand ran along your hip before going to your front, fingers ghosting along your skin inches from where you suddenly burned for him. 

A strangled moan left you and it turned into a near whine as his hand instead traveled further north until his calloused, rough fingertips found the softness of your breasts and he praised, “Still tha’ most perfect pair of tits I’ve ever seen, Shiv.”

He went back to ravaging your neck with his mouth, intent on leaving bruises in his wake to remind you of this…that he was there while his palm kneaded into those perfect tits, playing with your nipples. He kept going like this until you were moaning his name. Then, his hand traveled lower once more, “Tell me ya’ missed it Shiv, missed my cock…missed me.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Telling me tha’ ya’ aren’t getting wet for me?”

He wasn’t going to win, “No.”

His hand ventured further down as he slowly sank his middle middle finger into you, lazily pumping in and out, “Feel plenty wet for me, mo cridhe.”

You could feel his finger, rocking in and out of you at a leisurely pace, giving just enough friction to get you going but not enough to get you there. His hand let go of your hair and found its way to your throat, keeping a firm grasp as he continued his teasing.

There was nothing but time today it seemed as he continued his game, your sweet little sounds growing more frustrated, desperate, needy. When he pulled his finger out of you, you whined at the loss. Chibs chuckled at that. 

He let you go and you turned around to look at him which was a mistake. Those dark eyes were on you, frenzied. The blood had run down the side of his face before it slowed. He unzipped his pants and took out his cock, looking as angry as you had just then no doubt. Spitting in his left hand he began pumping it all the while licking your juices from the finger he'd plunged deep inside of you.

Chibs let out a guttural moan as the taste of you hit his tongue. You watched as precum seeped from the head of his cock, joining his spit as he continued stroking himself before he stopped and let go. Both of his hands by his side, all of his clothes still on and his cock ready for you. 

You could feel the slick of your arousal and fucking hell you didn’t want to let him win, but you were wavering. His eyes never left you and he spoke up again, “I missed ya’. Fucking christ Shiv, I dreamt about the taste of ya’. Still, didn’t compare to reality. Fucking delicious. And my cock? Well, tha’ ya can see for yourself mo cridhe.”

A shaky breath in, and you responded with a sultry voice, “Why don’t you show me, Chibs? Show me how much you missed just the taste of me.”

Just like that, you caved. 

Walking towards him, he huffed before responding, “Alright then, tha’ I can do.”

Without any warning, he lifted and turned you so that you were sitting on the kitchen island and he asked roughly as he pulled your chair over, “Why don’t ya’ lay down for me, Shiv? Open those pretty legs.”

As he sat down in front of you, a patient man awaiting dinner, you stifled a laugh bubbling inside of you and simply complied. Your legs fell open and he muttered, “Christ, look at the mess tha’ you’ve already made for me. Nearly weeping with need aren’t ya’?”

Then, without any other warning, he threw one of your legs over his shoulders and began devouring you like you were his last meal. Your back arched immediately at the sensation and his hand caressed your thigh as he quickly brought you to life, tongue working your clit with utmost precision. As he did, he slipped off his vest and threw it onto the island near you. Unzipping his jacket next, it hit the ground and the button up shirt followed. Then, his hands grabbed at your hips and pinned them down on the cold counter to keep you from moving too much as he sucked on your swollen clit.

Every muscle in your body tensed as you cried out a strangled chain or curses before he continued lapping up your juices, delving into your folds and teasing you with the very tip of his tongue in feather light touches. As you opened your mouth to protest, he sucked hard again and you cried out once more at the contact. Until he cycled back to those teasing touches and his tongue buried inside you. That was when you realized and protested pathetically, “Chi- baby, pl-please don’t t-tease me.”

As if in answer he sucked hard once, twice, three times, slipping two of his fingers deep inside you.

He paused briefly to spit in his free hand to continue stroking himself as he kept working to eat you out, his groans of appreciation driving you further with lust. Suddenly angry at the words he spoke, he imagined you giving yourself to someone else like this and grew a bit heated. 

Letting up, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you back to your feet.

Grabbing your hair, he led you to the nearest wall and lifted your leg to sink deep inside of you. You were so wet from him that he could have cum inside of you right then and there. But no. He needed you to cum on his cock. Tell you that you were his. Only his. He put your leg over his shoulder, following up by putting the other over his shoulder as well, your back against the wall helping to hold you up while opening yourself to him even further. He thrust to test the waters out and you gasped at how full you were. Desperate to feel more, your nails dug into his back in desperation of needing him closer. A hiss of pain escaped Chibs, his pleasure following immediately after as he thrust into you again and held it there commenting, “There is my greedy little Shiv.”

He continued thrusting into you, slow and steady and leaving you feeling full but not satisfied. The mother fucker was still teasing you. You opened your mouth to protest and as you did he picked up his pace, the sound of skin on skin and your cries of “right there Chibs���fuck me right there” filled the room. Oh you were so close. But, what you typically loved about Chibs was playing against you. He knew your body, and could feel you on the precipice. He slowed down and pulled out of you. 

Letting your legs down he placed them on the ground and knelt before you, a man at worship as he then put a leg over his shoulder to place a kiss above your pussy shining with your arousal before licking up what he could. Your hands instinctively found his hair, gripping hard into the roots as you held on for dear life. He was not teasing you now. He wasn’t taking it slow. No, he had one goal in mind. And you were fast approaching it. Your body tensed and you were cumming on his face. 

Chibs wasn’t satisfied with that though. It wasn’t enough. So, just as you tensed up and he could feel you cumming, he slipped two of his fingers inside of you. He began hitting the softness of your g spot with them, sucking on your clit and you were suddenly warm in your sweater, too warm, sweat slicking your skin. You were crying out incoherently, Chibs’ name falling from your tongue like a fucking prayer. How badly he wanted to bend you over and fuck you endlessly with how you sounded, but not until he got what he was chasing from you. Your fingers in his scalp pulled harder, eliciting a growling, guttural moan. He didn’t know how much he liked a bit of pain before you. And suddenly, you snapped. 

Your hand pulled his head away just in time, your cum squirting all over the lower half of his face as he pumped it out of you with those fingers until he nearly had to catch you after you were done. 

Suddenly, you were on the floor with him, among the scattered fragments of glass, beneath him. Your legs wrapped around Chibs and pulled him towards you as he lined his cock up with your entrance. Your back came up from the ground to help greet such a feeling of fullness. His eyes looked into yours as he started thrusting, one of his hands caressing your cheek as the other braced his weight. Everything about this was so tender, so different from everything else that transpired. You felt tears threatening to spill as a small sob escaped you and he shushed you, “What’s wrong, mo cridhe?”

“I missed you” - a gasp interrupted your confession as he thrust into a sensitive spot - “so much.”

“As have I.” 

The two of you fell into rhythm, your hips coming up to meet him as he thrust, his forehead resting against your neck. Everything was quiet except for the sounds of pleasure the two of you made until finally his hips grew erratic and he grunted, cumming deep inside of you and holding himself there as if to keep his warmth inside you. 

It was only then that you asked, “What does mo cridhe mean?”

“It, uh…” He pulled out and lay beside you on his back, feeling sheepish. You weren’t letting him escape though. Instead, you swung your legs over and straddled him, “Tell me, Chibs.”

“My heart, lass. It means my heart.”

You were thinking of your insecurities and what he just said, and it made you start laughing just a little. However, the laughter grew until you were doubled over on him. His arms wrapped around you and he questioned slightly, “Didn’t mean for it to be so funny, Shiv.”

“No” - you coughed to try and cease your laughter before slowly coming down - “I, um, thought you were maybe seeing someone else. Partaking in the club’s girls even. I just thought I wasn’t enough.”

You could feel him stirring beneath you even as he said the words, “Not enough, Shiv?”

A smile appeared on his face, and he playfully thrust into you before using his body weight to get you on your back again, “And just how many times do I have to drive home” - he thrust his now ready cock back inside of you - “the point?”

You gasped as he thrust again, “You’re not just enough. You’re everything tha’ I could want.”

The words fell from your lips before you could stop them, “I love you.”

He smiled once more, lifting your calf to bite into it playfully to elicit a yelp from you before you laughed again, till he silenced you with another thrust, “And I love ya', mo cridhe. Don’t ever forget that.”

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[the-hinky-panda]

I say, "I heard, oh, that you've been out and about with some other girl

Here's more Dog Days are Over with our favorite Scotsman!

You’re wrapping a horse’s leg when Robert, your barn manager, stops by the stall. 

“How’s Samson doing?” 

“Getting better,” you answer as you smooth your hands over the self-adhesive wrap. “Swelling was down quite a bit this morning. He’s starting to put some weight back on it.” 

“Good signs.” 

You look up from your crouched positions and see the worry etched into Robert’s face. “So what’s up with that look?” 

“Sheriff Jarry is here, wanting to see you.” 

You stand up and knock the stray pieces of straw from your jeans. “What does she want?” 

“Didn’t say. She’s in your office.” 

“Okay.” Your stomach immediately drops. Filip is on a run down to San Bernardino to help out with some issues in the charter down there. That was all he told you about it. The two of you had clear boundaries when it came to your businesses: he didn’t talk club business, you didn’t talk about the ins and outs of your business. But if the Sheriff is stopping by to talk to you, your first fear is that Filip isn’t coming home. Your nerves get the better of you and Robert has to step in and close the latch on the stall door. 

“It’ll be okay,” he reassures you. 

You nod and head down the aisle to your office. When you step inside the room, the Sheriff is looking at the win pictures of all your Grand Prix competitions. She gives you a tight smile when you extend your hand to her. 

“Sheriff Jarry, I presume?” 

She says your name, your full name, when she shakes your hand. “Your wins are impressive. That’s a lot of money to pull in.” 

“Yeah, it is.” You move behind your desk and sit down. “Is there something I can do for you, Sheriff?” 

“I don’t normally come out this far so I just wanted to take a ride, introduce myself in person to you. I’m hearing a lot of good things about the farm here.” 

The wave of relief is so immense you see spots in your vision and you worry you’re going to pass out. Filip is okay. He’s safe. You release a shaky breath and immediately switch to your business persona. She’s here for a reason and she’s hesitant to tell you. But it’s not life or death serious which means this could be fun. 

“Thank you. Is there anything else? I have a lesson arriving in a few minutes.” 

She knows you’re playing the game now and her jaw tightens slightly. “Do you do much business with the MC?” 

You’re getting closer to the reason but still not quite there. “I don’t know what would qualify as a lot. Jax brings his two kids out here from time to time to ride ponies.” 

“I know the MC was talking of getting into more…legal businesses.” 

“Good for them.” 

Her cheek twitches. “I’ve seen you hanging around Chibs Telford lately and assumed that the MC may be switching their focus from guns to horses.” 

There it is. This visit has nothing to do with seeing the farm or getting information on the MC. It does have to do with meeting you because of the company you’re keeping. This is going to be fun. “I can assure you my relationship with Chibs is strictly personal.” 

“Yes, all of Charming has noticed that.” 

“Public affection isn’t against the law last time I checked.” 

Jarry gives you a tight lipped smile. “Just know what you’re getting into when it comes to a MC member. These little runs, for instance, are rarely about business and more about getting their dick wet.” 

Jealousy. That’s what this is about. You lean back in the desk chair. “Who’s to say I’m not taking the same advantage? You ever hear about open relationships?”  Or trust, you want to add. You weren’t naive, not by a long shot. You knew from eavesdropping that most runs were all about laying women and partying. You had asked Filip about it the first time he went on a run and he had assured you that his word was trustworthy. 

You had been draped across his chest, watching the digital clock on your nightstand click by the minutes until he had to leave for a run up to Seattle. His heart was thudding loudly in your ear as your fingertips traced the edge of the million dollar bill tattoo on his chest. 

“What’s on your mind, luv?” 

“Runs sound like a lot of fun. Sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Kind of wish I was going with you.” 

He laughs in a short huff. “I can promise you, you’re not gonna be missing much. Never cared for drugs and I got all the sex I need right here.” 

“I know what happens on the road stays on the road so-“ 

“So nothin’.” He turns so you’re nose to nose to each other, his finger twining between yours and holding your hand against his heart. “I told you, you’re the one for me and I mean it.” 

The sentiment is genuine, you can see it in his eyes, and you have to force back the welling of tears. “Who would have thought I would have found the one MC member who’s a one woman man?” 

“Here I am,” he smiles before pressing his lips to yours. 

It’s that lingering kiss that you keep in the forefront of your mind as you stare down Jarry, who’s got her hands on her belt. 

“I just thought you should be aware of how MCs work.” Jarry pauses briefly. “Given your background.” 

“Background?” The fuck is she talking about? 

“I just would have thought someone who had been cheated on before would appreciate the warning of it happening again.” 

Shock renders you speechless. This woman read your divorce settlement. The depths of her jealousy are much deeper than you anticipated. This isn’t a “check out the new girlfriend” visit. This is the first shot in a turf war. Jarry gives you a satisfied smile. 

“I’ll see myself out. You do have a lovely barn here.” 

You continue to sit in the silence of your office, trying to process everything that was said and implied. This could develop into a very serious issue, one that very well could endanger this new, fresh relationship you have with Filip. Well, you’re certainly not going down without taking a few shots yourself. You pick up your phone and punch in a phone number. The person on the other end answers after two rings. 

“I was just getting ready to call you. Abel’s been begging me to let him ride Taffy.” 

“He can come this afternoon,” you answer. “I was hoping you could come too. I need to talk to you about someone. Someone, actually.” 

“Okay,” comes the mildly suspicious answer. “Who?” 

“What do you know about Sheriff Jarry, Gemma?” 

[ravennaortiz]

11,22,43,52 with Chibs please. I’m rewatching SOA right now and I would love to read a story where the reader is the club princess who fell in love with Chibs.. thank u so much!🫶🏼

I too am rewatching SOA! I absolutely love the idea of the club princess falling in love with Chibs! Your very welcome, stop by anytime for another! As always my stories are 18+!

Princess

I'm not enough for you lassie. Too old and with you being who you are. I just can't lass.

You frowned looking up from where you stood in front of Chibs as his words echoed through your head. You weren't used to not getting what you wanted as the club princess. You had had a crush on the Scottish biker since he joined your brother and stepdads MC years ago. That's crush had slowly grown over the years into much more. You had fallen hopelessly head over heels for him.

Chibs sighed as he watched your eyes sparkle with tears. This was entirely his fault. He should have nipped this in the bud years ago. He had simply thought it was a young school girl crush and it would go away with time. It hadn't and now here he was trying to let you down as gently as possible.

His loyalty to your stepdad and brother prevented him from giving himself to you even though he wanted too. He couldn't deny you were a stunning young woman and anyone would be lucky to have you in their life and bed at night. But you were strictly off limits and every man in this club knew that. As much as he would love to feel your lips against his he just could not risk it.

You nodded as you sniffled and wiped at your eyes as the tears slipped down your cheeks. A mix of emotions battled within you. Maybe you could talk to Jax. He would okay it you thought and you could care less what your stepdad thought. Sometimes you truly hated being the club princess and how people treated you differently. A surge of anger had a challenge falling from your lips as you glared back at Chibs.

"Make me believe you don't want me" you firmly stated as you moved closer running your hands down the older mans chest to his belt which you started to undo. Chibs was slow to respond and you had his belt and zipper undone before he grabbed your wrist. "Stop" murmured Chibs trying to be gentle as he felt his own body start to betray him.

As sweet as you were he knew you had the Teller signature stubbornness and hardheadedness just like your brother. Rarely could wither of you be talked off or down from something once you were latched on. The smug look on your face before you spoke next had him worried.

"No one is here but us. Hell no one else knows I'm here. So whats he harm? Just a small taste?" you whispered as you walked forward making Chibs move back so you were all the way in his dorm room. Chibs swallowed hard and his brain was short circuiting as the implication of your words hit him. The sound of his door slamming closed as you kicked it shut had him snapping out of the trance and releasing your hands. Putting more distance between the two of you he rubbed his face.

Taking the opportunity you slipped your dress down and let it float to the floor around your feet. When Chibs turned back to you he swallowed hard as he took in your nearly nude body. "Jeezus Christ" he murmured as he snapped his eyes closed. "Put your clothes back on now" he ordered even though he was straining at the front of his jeans.

You huffed before rolling your eyes and moving towards him. Once you were in front of him you dropped to your knees as you tugged on his jeans. "Please Chibs?" you whimpered as you batted your eyes up at him. Chibs shivered at your words but quickly moved around you and left his room as he uttered a firm no.

***

"What's going on with you and my sister?" inquired Jax as he slipped into the stool next to Chibs a couple of days later. Chibs sighed heavily as he took a sip of his whiskey. It was no secret you had been cold with him and made your irritation known to the whole club since he had denied your advances.

"I thought I did the right thing but apparently not" replied Chibs not bothering to elaborate. Jax simply nodded as he looked at his friend. "Well I want you to fix it. However you need to" replied Jax after a couple minutes as his eyes trailed over to where you stood talking to a member from another charter.

Chibs had slipped outside for fresh air when he heard your voice raising into almost a yell as you struggled in the arms of a man Chibs had seen a couple times but not bothered to learn the name of. A surge of jealously had Chibs stalking over silent and grabbing the man before beating his face to a bloody pulp.

"Chibs!" you screamed as you pulled him back. Your eyes wide with fear and shock at his reaction. "Why di-" you started before Chibs lips on yours had your words cut off. Moaning you ran your hands through his hair pulling him closer before he pulled back a moment later.

"I would kill for you lass. I've missed you so damn much the last couple of days. I was a damn bloody idiot. Can you forgive me and give an old man another chance love?" begged Chibs as he looked into your eyes.

You gulped and simply nodded. "I love you Chibs" you whispered looking up at him with a soft smile.

"Love ya too lass" replied Chibs before he picked you up and carried you back to the clubhouse.

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Sitting at the bar nursing a bottle of hard cider, (Y/n) hadn't noticed anyone else enter the clubhouse. Atleast not until Chibs and Tig sat down with her at the bar, Chibs to her right, and Tig to the right of him. "How ya doin' lass?" Chibs asked before lighting himself a cigarette. "Been better." (Y/n) chuckled softly, this time taking note when someone else entered the bar. This time it was Jax, who went straight behind the bar, grabbing himself a beer, then one for Chibs and Tig when they waved him over. "Bad day?" Chibs asked then took a long drag of his cigarette. "Long day, didn't sleep well." She shrugged in response, smiling softly at Jax when he leaned against the bar in front of her. "Give me a call next time darlin', I'll help ya get some sleep." Jax teased playfully, smiling when he effectively pulled a laugh from (Y/n). "I highly doubt that." Tig snorted, and Chibs nod his head in agreement. "That's very sweet Jax, but it wasn't for a lack of trying, just couldn't get comfortable." (Y/n) hummed before sipping her cider. "Ah you'll be alright lass, if anything you can take a nap in my room if ya need it." Chibs offered, patting her thigh affectionately. Only when his hand first met her thigh, (Y/n) immediately cried out in pain, doubling over with her head against the bar top. The sound made each Son jump, none of them expecting such a reaction. "Lass what's wrong?" Chibs asked, touching her back softly. "What happened Pumpkin?" Tig had since jumped up from his seat, now standing to (Y/n)'s left hovering over her. (Y/n) picked her head up slowly, a few small tears rolling down the apples of her cheeks. "New tattoo." She huffed before falling forward again, her leg still throbbing in pain. "Fuck." Chibs breathed out a sigh of relief. "On your thigh?" Tig asked, just to be sure. "Obviously." Jax sassed sarcastically, Tig only shrugged in response. "Thigh." (Y/n) nodded before sliding off the barstool, wobbling a little until she caught her balance again, with the help of Chibs and Tig. Shamelessly she unbuckled her belt, and very carefully pulled her jeans down far enough to show the large tattoo covering most of her thigh. "Oh shit." Jax grinned at the sight of the fresh ink, her skin still red and swollen from her appointment. "When did you get that?" Tig asked as he knelt down to get a better look at it. "Yesterday." (Y/n) leaned against Chibs, taking her weight off of her right leg, making it easier to relax. "All of that?" Chibs asked in surprise. "Yep, an all day session." (Y/n) nodded her head, a smile tugging at her lips when Chibs whistled lowly. "Badass." Jax chuckled with a smile, referring to both (Y/n) and her new tattoo. "I know." (Y/n) grinned before pulling her jeans back up. "That's gotta suck trying to walk around with." Tig mused as he stood up, all of them knowing full well how irritated tattoos can get when covered up. "I kinda just limp around right now actually." She chuckled softly, a squeak escaping her when Chibs picked her up bridal style, being careful of her leg. "No walking around then." Chibs shrugged casually before walking out of the bar with (Y/n) in his arms, intent on finding her a pair of shorts or a skirt of some sort, so her tattoo could properly breathe.

[marvelous-slut]

Call Back Pt. 2 - Chibs Telford x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

________

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Smoke: Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Reader

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Prequel to:

Complicated - Both you and Chibs don't want anything complicated.

No Words (NSFW) - You and Chibs don't need words to express how you feel.

Moment (NSFW) - Chibs gets lost in the moment.

His - There's no doubt in Chib's mind that you belong to him.

Different - Things are different with you.

It’s your capability that Chibs first fell in love with. He’s sitting in the public gallery watching you argue Jax’s case, his gaze fixed firmly on you because you are a sight to behold. Matte black high heels and a fitted grey pencil skirt that makes his imagination run rampant. A royal blue silk skirt that that illuminates your skin making you look practically ethereal as you tear apart the prosecutor’s argument with a viciousness, he likens to a Valkyrie.

It's the first time you’ve worked a case for the club, and he can already tell that Jax has made a wise choice.

There’s a deliberateness in everything you do, even the scorn in your voice when you object to the DA’s motion, it’s meant to anger your opponent, throw them off guard and it works. The DA starts to get flustered and before he knows it the case has been thrown out.

You celebrate with them that night, a glass of top shelf Scotch before you head on out for the night. Chibs can’t take his eyes off you; he’s never met anyone who’s ensnared him the way that you have.

You’re confident, thorough and sexy as hell.

He thinks about you in the shower that night, his palm wrapping around his cock as he imagines the noises you’d make when he’s inside of you, your fingertips digging into his shoulders when he makes you come on his cock.

You become a favourite around the clubhouse, their go to person for legal advice of any kind. You help Bobby with his divorce, Tig with his investment in Cara Cara, advise Juice on the best business structure for his weed shop. You’re good humoured, genial and you don’t take any shit. You command a level of respect that isn’t easily earned amongst their ranks.

She’s emotionally intelligent, Bobby tells him when the two of them discuss you over a couple bottles of beer. It’s why you make such a good lawyer.

He never hears you mention your husband, you’ve worn a diamond on your finger ever since he met you, but you haven’t breathed a word of the other man.

There’s no love there, he reckons.

It’s later that night that he sees the first of the bruises. He’s smoking a joint outside, enjoying a moment of peace when you join him on the concrete loading bay. You sit down alongside of him, and he offers it to you wordlessly. You take it from between his fingers and take a drag, holding it for a moment before you release the smoke into the air. It feels intimate, sharing a spliff as the two of you look up at the stars above.

You’ve been different tonight, a little subdued. Your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes. It’s when you raise the joint to take a second toke that your sleeve shifts and he sees the finger marks imprinted onto your skin. They’re distinctive. Black indentations and broken blood vessels, someone’s grabbed you, hard. You don’t say anything when he reaches out, his fingertips gently shifting the collar of your shirt so he can see the patchwork of brown, yellow and green that mars the base of your throat.

These ones are older, starting to fade. His thumb traces over them lightly before he pulls away.

“I’m leaving him tonight.” You tell Chibs as you hand back the joint. “I have a place close to the office.”

“Good.” He says, his voice a little rough because he’s trying to repress the rage that rushes through his system like a wildfire.

He wants to kill the bastard. He wants to beat the living shit out of him until he’s bleeding and begging for daring to lay his hands on you. His jaw clenches as he places the joint between his lips and takes another toke because he doesn’t want you to see that side of him. You don’t need anymore violence right now, you need compassion, support, to know that someone gives a shit about you.

“Do you need help?” He asks you as he watches the smoke evaporate into the air.

“I’m not going to ask you for that.” You tell him, pushing yourself off the loading dock so that you’re standing in front of it instead. “You’re my client.”

“I offered.” He says dropping the joint to the ground and crushing it underneath the heel of his motorcycle boot. “And I’m also your friend.”

Something shifts when he says that, he isn’t sure what but he knows the words make a difference. You’ve been handling it all alone until this point he guesses, and now someone’s reaching out of the darkness and offering you a lifeline.

“Ok Filip.” You say, your gaze meeting his for the first time tonight. “You can help me leave my husband.”

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My Dove

Chibs Telford x f!Reader

Warnings: Marijuana use, FLUFFY SMUT (very soft!Chibby🥹), swearing, every pet name known to man, minors DNI I mean it

AN: I’m simply in love with him. For some reason I couldn’t get the idea of Chibs calling his girl “dove,” like she’s the peace in crazy life, so this is that. :,)

Dedicated to my new friend @ankhmutes who helped me bounce this idea around!

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It was approaching 1 am before you finally heard the rumbling of your man’s bike approaching your driveway. He always tells you not to wait up for him, but you worry. You can’t help it. You need to see him home safe before you can relax.

You rose from your seat at the small wooden table in your kitchen and stepped to pour the rest of your coffee down the sink. You didn’t want your husband to know you’d been slugging coffee all night to keep awake, though he would already know when he walked in and saw you there, all the lights on in the kitchen.

The rumbling stopped and moments later the sound of keys prodding against the door caused you to spin on your heel from the sink. You were leaning against the counter, the fabric of your husband’s shirt clinging to your sides, falling just below the curve of your ass, your thin cotton sleep shorts barely poking out below.

The door swung open with a soft thud and in stepped a very tired, defeated looking man.

“Mo ghràdh (my love),” He exhaled while unloading his gear onto the table in front of you, “What are ye doin’ up?”

He crossed the small distance between you and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, his head sinking to rest on your shoulder.

“Can’t sleep without you, baby,” you cooed into his hair. It was sticky with sweat and smelled of a mix of earth, shampoo and gunpowder — undeniably Chibs.

He stayed there in your embrace for a long moment before he let out a baritone sigh, standing up and running his calloused hands up along your soft arms.

“Get in bed, lass,” he breathed onto your forehead, placing a soft kiss there, “I’ll join you soon, hm?”

You nodded slightly and stretched up on your tiptoes to plant a sweet peck on his lips. His hand drifted down to yours and raised it up to brush his lips against your knuckles before stepping back and heading for the bathroom.

You heard the shower turn on as you climbed into bed and lit up the spliff Chibs had rolled for you before he left for the day. The smoke felt hot as it trickled into your lungs, but the worry you felt just moments before melted away with the sting.

It wasn’t long before Chibs came walking into your bedroom dressed in only black cotton boxers. You smiled sweetly at him as he tiredly made his way to his side of the bed and pulled the covers back to climb in.

Your eyes felt heavy with the weight of the high hitting you hard. Chibs slid closer to you and lifted his arm up, signaling you to tuck your head against his chest and lean into him. The smell of his musky shower gel and just him flooded your senses.

You lifted the joint to meet his lips and he slid his thick fingers over your thin ones to take it in his grasp. Now being free, your hand floated up to his damp brownish-gray locks and tucked a stray hair behind his ear. He shut his eyes as the sting of the smoke flowed into his lungs and back out of of his parted lips. His dark orbs fluttered back open and met yours in a soft gaze.

He met the joint to his lips again and inhaled deeply before moving a large hand to cup the back of your head. With a low, “c’mere,” he met his lips to yours and the mellowed burn of the smoke filled your senses. A sleepy smile molded on your face as your exhaled and planted a kiss on Chibs’ rough lips.

“Long day, love?” You asked softly, ghosting your lips over his scarred cheeks.

“Aye,” He sighed, “Y’could say so.” His hand ran through your flowing locks and you leaned into his touch.

He reached across the bed to snuff out the still-glowing roach then returned his hands to you, one still tangled in your hair and the other reaching for your bare thigh.

As quickly as your hazy mind could muster, you swung a silky leg over his to straddle his bulky lap. His rough hands, the very same that were beginning to bruise and swell at the knuckle before your eyes, were now gently running up and down your sides. The feather-like touches sent tingles down your spine.

“What do you need, baby?” You whispered as your hands drifted to caress the sides of his face, one thumb sliding over his slightly swollen lower lip, “Tell me.”

“You, dove,” His lips ghosted to your neck, one of his hands brushing your hair over your shoulder. He spoke slowly, finishing his thought, “I only need you, my peace.”

You sighed into his touch as his lips kissed from your ear, to your jaw, to the soft spot just above your clavicle, exposed from the stretched-out neckline of your old reaper t-shirt.

Chibs’ calloused hands slid gently under your shirt, his shirt, and his lips parted from your salty skin only momentarily to pull the fraying fabric over your head. He breathed in sharply when your bare torso came into his view. No matter how many times he’s had you, he’s always blown away by your beauty — the fact that you are his, and only his.

The cool air of your bedroom flowed over your skin, causing goosebumps to tingle up your spine and your already-taut nipples to pebble invitingly. Chibs’ hands danced up your sides to meet the soft flesh of your breasts, thumbs brushing over the enticing apexes of them. You arched your back into him, head falling back at the overwhelming sensation you felt — a mix of the high and Chibs’ skilled hands palming into you already had you reeling.

A soft sigh fell from your lips as Chibs’ dipped his head to kiss the plush skin of your breasts gently as he made his way down to one of your sensitive peaks. He pushed you back slightly and took your nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around it and sucking the skin slightly. His thumb and forefinger teased your other nipple, sending your hips grinding into his involuntarily.

Your hands tangled through his damp hair as his lips traveled back up your tingling skin to meet your own plump lips. He kissed you like he was afraid you might disappear if he let you go - slow and deep. His lips never left yours as he toyed with the hem of your sleep shorts, ghosting his rough finger tips over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

“Please, Filip,” you breathed into his parted lips, “Touch me.”

His fingers hooked the thin, damp fabric and slid it to the side. A strained breath fell from your lips as the cool air swirled around your aching heat. He ran his fingers up and down your dripping slit and gathered the slickness before gliding up to circle your clit. Your sensitive nub ached as he drew soft whines and moans from you.

“Always so perfect for me, sweetheart,” He cooed into your ear, your head having fallen to rest on his shoulder as he pushed you further towards the peak of your pleasure. His fingers didn’t let up as you started to squirm in his lap, legs shifting just so your core ground roughly into his hardening cock.

You felt closer and closer to your release as Filip put his hand in your hair and gently pulled your head up from his shoulder to meet his captivating gaze.

“Let me watch ya, m’annsachd (my blessing),” His fingers sliding quickly to your pulsing hole while his thumb circled your clit, “See tha’ pretty face fall apart.”

His gravelly words flipped the switch in your belly and the blinding white hotness of your orgasm washed over you. Your head fell back into Filip’s hand as your thighs trembled over his own, the high you felt adding a new intensity to your rolling peak. The shaking of your thighs started to subside after what felt like an eternity, settling back down as Filip’s arms came to rest around your soft hips. He pulled you close to him as you floated back down to earth.

“God, I love you, Filip,” you squeaked out as you wrapped your fatigued arms around his broad shoulders.

He sighed into your embrace. “I love you more than I can say, my dove.”

Your hands take purchase in the short hairs at the base of his neck while Filip kisses all along your salty skin, sucking at the soft spot just above your clavicle. It’s your favorite and he knows it.

“Please, please,” you plead, not knowing exactly what you’re trying to say. Somehow though, Chibs knows exactly what you need. He always does.

He shushes you softly as his hands move to free his hard cock from the confines of his boxers and slide your shorts back out of the way. You breathe in sharply as his thick length slides through your slick walls, meeting the resistance of your clenching walls.

A sharp “ungh” escapes from your throat as your thighs sink down to meet Filip’s. The stretch overwhelms you every damn time. Your nails rake down the smooth contours of his upper back as you take a moment to adjust.

“Shhh, mo ghràdh, I’ve got you,” Filip cups the back of your head with one hand and rubs the arch in your back with the other, “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

After another beat you slowly lift yourself off of Chibs’ thighs, the deep ache reaching into your belly as your hips snap back down. He pushes you down by your hipbones, grinding you into him and making the dirtiest noises slip from your mouth.

The friction of your clit on his pubic bone, the way you can feel him in your guts, the praise and reassurances dancing into your ear and the muddled way your foggy brain is stringing all together — it’s all too much for you and you let out a string of words that could be mistaken for a prayer in another context.

“Ah, fuck. F—Filip, Christ. Please, baby. I — I can’t.”

A deep groan boils out of his chest. Seeing you this way, so drunk on his cock and unaware of even your own name anymore; it makes him feral.

“Tha’s it, my girl. Made just fer me, angel, I swear,” His arms wrap back around your trembling torso as he fucks into you, grinding your bodies impossibly close together, “Gimme one more, baby girl. I know you can.”

With another slew of curse words falling from your lips, you feel the string snap once more deep in your belly. The way your walls flutter harshly around his cock send Filip into his own peak, hot streams of his seed painting your insides. You grab at his back, his arms, his hair — anything you can reach as you shake and whine in his grasp for another moment.

Finally, the earth stops spinning around you as you come back into reality to the sounds of two heaving chests and praises in your ear. Chibs rests his head on your shoulder, and you on his. The intimacy of your embrace sending that warm, fuzzy feeling through your veins.

“Thank you, mo chridhe (my heart). I needed ya so goddamn much,” He turns his head slightly to plant sloppy kisses along your shoulder.

“Still do,” kiss, “Always do,” kiss.

Your heart flutters at his affection. He’s never shy about how much he loves you, but it’s even more so after a rough day like today must have been. He’ll tell you about it someday, but not now. Now he just needs to hold you, to know you are here.

“I’m here, baby,” You whisper, his softening cock slipping out of you as slide down to lay next to each other, “Here forever, my love.”

“I love you so, my peace; my dove.”

[imaginealotofthings]

Imagine you find out Chibs is seen with another woman.

"Y/N, they were together."

"We saw them"

"He's moved on!"

.. The old ladies & croweaters- the ones you considered friends, even maybe family now; kept telling you Chibs had moved on. You and Chibs weren't officially a couple, so you had to act like you didn't give a shit, but in reality - you fell in love with the man the first time he spoke to you.

Were they just trying to hurt you? Protect you? Who knew.

All you knew was that it hurt like hell! You had fallen so hard for Filip Telford over the past few months since moving to Charming - you really thought he was the one but you knew everything was too good to be true.

You sat at the bar with the girls in the clubhouse - they told you how much of a piece of shit Chibs was and that I deserved SOO MUCH better... The boys sat in a huddle, keeping out of the way - which seemed out of character for them.

You kept drinking...and drinking. I nodded along but didn't agree with a word they said. To be fair, I never thought Chibs would do this to me but he definitely wasn't a piece of shit & I definitely didn't deserve better. You didn't want better. You wanted him. You want Chibs.

You drank a lot by this point. "Thanks girls, I'm just gonna go out for a smoke."

"But Y/N, you don't smoke." one of them spoke over the others.

"I do now!" grabbing the packet of cigarettes and lighter you head outside.

Leaning against the wall, you lit the cigarette. This was the first one you'd had since quitting 5 years ago. You were ashamed, but you smoked as if it was going to cure everything. Blowing out the cloud of smoke a hand appeared yanking the cigarette from your grip.

"What the fuck are you doing lass?" Chibs face concerned.

"Hey, give me that..." you stumbled. "You don't get to take stuff off of me, like that bitch whore has..."

"What are ya talking about Y/N?" Chibs more confused than concerned now.

"That woman you've been seen with all over town, the girls have already told me, so save it Chibs. I hope she was worth it." Chibs scratched his brow with frustration and realising what was happening.

By this point the girls and the rest of the Sons had come out to see what was going down. A few of the boys took the girls back inside to talk.

"Y/N, the woman is no bitch whore. I can assure you! It was your sister."

You stare at him, tears leaving your eyes. You waited for more answers.

"I asked your sister, Y/S/N into town for lunch - I wanted to ask for her blessing on behalf of your family. I wanted to seek approval to ask for your hand in marriage.... Goddammit." he began to get angry.

You began to sob, so hard shoving your face into your hands.

"I can't understand why you'd believe them, Y/N. I can't believe you think I'd do that to you! And smoking again after how hard you worked to quit. This has to be a fucking joke." Punching the wall, he storms off out of the Teller Morrow lot.

You fell to the floor in tears. Juice and Tig sat down to comfort you.

"Hey man, you can't blame her you know what them crow eaters are like, they'll do anything to keep us boys from serious relationships. It'll all be fine man." Jax says before patting Chibs on the back.

"Just the thought of losing her kills me, Jackie Boy." He looked at Chibs with an empathetic look. "I'm in love with her."

A smirk appeared on Jax's face. "Stop fucking about and go get her, she's in love with you man."

Chibs wipes his face and bounds up to wear Y/N sat on the floor in her drunken state.

He reached down and lifted you up. "Y/N, come on. Lets go." You nodded. He swept you up and put you over his shoulder. Taking you to his room and laying you on the bed.

"Asif you got this drunk with worry - I can't believe you think I'd leave someone as amazing as you.

I'm going to kiss the worries away.. all over your body. Ok lass?"

"Okay Chibby.."

"And then tomorrow, I'm gonna ask you to be my wife..."

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