#tommy flanagan x you

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Can i get a litle something for chibs? With the prompt 'I'll be the one you won't forget' thank you 🥰

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.

In the time leading up to your divorce you try to forget about Filip. You’re in the fight for you’re life with your husband, it’s a constant battles of wills and intimidation tactics. You don’t have the time or the energy for another man in your life. You make that clear after the first night you sleep with him.

“Trust me love, I’m not looking for anything complicated.”  He tells you when you share a joint out on the loading dock.

It stings a little but it’s true. Your life right now it’s messy. You may have emotionally detached from your husband years ago but he certainly hasn’t detached from you. He’s still calling, still driving by your workplace, still contesting the divorce.

“Yea, I got enough complicated in my life right now.” You say as you blow a smoke ring out of your mouth.

You end up fucking him in the garage, pencil skirt hiked up your thighs as he takes you on the hood of a stranger’s car.

“He could never make you come like this could he?” He murmurs into the curve of your throat at the height of climax. “He could never get you off the way that I do.”

You bite down into the leather of his kutte to suppress the moan that escapes your lips as you come.

It’s later that night that you find yourself in bed with a newly acquired toy. It’s a wand, one you bought for yourself after you’d filed the divorce papers. It’s the first one you’ve owned because your ex didn’t want competition in the bedroom.

You close your eyes and you think Filip, about the rough lilt of his voice, the softness of his touch, the heat, the teasing. When you hit that high, you’re loud, the loudest that you’ve ever been on your own and you know that’s due to your subject matter.

You collapse back into the pillows, your cheeks flushed and body relaxed. There isn’t a chance in hell you can ever forget about Filip Telford, not with the things he does to you.

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Imagine # 1,025

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Year posted - 2022

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.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Ride Him like you Stole Him - A Chibs Telford/Reader Smut Drabble.

Do I have any Chibs fans here? @withmyteeth​ you likely know a few of them, if you wouldn’t mind pointing them in the direction of this, please? :) Anyway, here we are. Bit o’ Chibs filth. Have at it. 

Words - 491

Warnings - Smut below the cut! Minors DNI!

Some would claim that the most exquisite parts of Scotland are the endless rolling hills, the beautiful stretches of water, the serene heather fields or the snow-capped mountains of the north. Not to you.  

To you, it’s Chibs Telford’s cock. Long, thick, and with a curve that hits every single sweet spot within you, especially when you hold him down and ride it. He doesn’t let you often, that dominance in him rarely softened to the point he’ll let you take control, but today, he had a simple request after club business had pissed him off to the point of grinding his teeth when he walked back into your home.  

“Take me tae bed and fuck all the stress out of me, lass.” You understood the assignment.  You ride him hard into the mattress, hands clutching his chest, his own gripping your bum, moving away to spank you occasionally. 

“Is that better?” you pant, his beautiful, fat cock evoking tingles all through your soaking centre, your inner muscles fluttering around him. He sits up beneath you, pulling your legs around him, pushing you back, his mouth laying hot kisses over your tits, teeth sharp at your nipples.  

“Aye. It’s even better now I get to suck on these beautiful tits, hen.” The sharp edge of pleasure soars through you as he continues to lay bites and licks over each stiffened bud, groaning wantonly, his hands gliding up your clammy back, holding you against him tighter as his mouth meets the juncture of you neck. 

One hand then reaches between you, his thumb stretching to stroke over the slick of your clit, pleasure tumbling though you like a falling star streaking over your nerve endings, your forehead softly thudding to his as you lose yourself to the rolling pleasure, stroking his face as you kiss him, little sobs of ecstasy spilling from your mouth into his.  

The way the thick of his cock has you spread knocks the breath from you, your core tingling, aching from the sweet flush of arousal, his hand moving to grasp your neck lightly, staring at you as you ride him harder, his groans like steel chains being dragged over boulders. 

“That’s it, beautiful. You ride me hard until you cum.” Your veins are warmed by the lightning flickering at the base of your spine, your slick walls spasming around him, each movement beneath you having sparks skitter through your sensitive cunt, his moans so deep and beautiful, thumb working at your bundle faster.  

“Fuck, oh my god, oh!” Your wail has you there, tumbling into bliss as he lets go of the release he’s been holding onto by the skin of his teeth, your culminations charging through your bodies, you and your lover meeting in the centre of nirvana, everything else tumbling away. 

“How’s your stress?” you question, when you can finally breathe. 

He hums with a chuckle, nuzzling your neck before kissing you. “What stress?” 

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"What if I fuck it up?" Chibs smiled, "you won't fuck it up lass, get out there and kick ass." You shook your head at him, "you know how I feel about public speaking and now I'm going to address the whole town, this was a mistake, I'm going to fail." Chibs put his hand on your shoulder, "you'll be fine, I'll be in the front row the whole time, if you get nervous just look at me, or imagine everyone in their underwear."

"Eww, Clay's there, I don't want to see that." Chibs chuckled, "go on, you've worked on this for months, you deserve the recognition." He waved his hand towards the stage, "go on, or I'll drag you out there."

****

"Behave young lady." You smiled, "in front of that dick, no thank you. If you didn't want me to have a go at him, you shouldn't have invited me." Chibs shook his head, "I know you hate the man but please be nice." You huffed, "he's not even the President anymore, Jax is and you're his VP, Clay should be the one worshiping the ground I walk on, not the other way around."

Chibs chuckled, "if you're nice to him for the whole night I'll buy you that fancy ice cream you like, you can even get two scoops." You gasped in false offence, "I am not a child, you can't bribe me with ice cream." Chibs smiled, "is that a yes?"

"Fine, but I want extra toppings too."

Fin

[freelancearsonist]

Won't You Suffer for the Angels to Fly?

➔ Joel Miller x fem!Reader - 2k

➔ Joel finds religion in the last place he expected to--a preacher's daughter.

➔ Rated MA for pure blasphemy. a lot of religious imagery and defiling of holy places--please read at your own risk. unprotected p in v sex, creampie, squirting, fingering (f receiving), corruption kink, HEFTY age gap (r is early 20s [unspecified], joel is 56), reader uses feminine pronouns and has female anatomy [please let me know if i missed anything at all :)]

➔ this is for my mid to plus!sized readers :) you're beautiful and valid and i love you. this was written in basically one sitting after i binged mike flanagan's midnight mass in one night. thank you to my lovelies @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin and @shakespeareanwannabe for talking me through this <3 title is from "heaven only knows" by bob moses

The Bible teaches–at least according to what Joel was able to gleam from the Easter service–that everything happens for a reason. That every pelting raindrop in its descent from the sky, even before it lands heavy and dark in his hair or soaks the lush green landscape of Jackson, has a purpose.

He’s struggled a lot with purpose ever since hearing that existential crisis-inspiring sermon that Tommy had dragged him to. 

In the preacher’s defense, it went over well with everyone else. So many people are lost nowadays, adrift in a world that doesn’t seem to have space for them. They need that hope, that reassurance that they’re here for a reason. That they’ve survived hell on earth not out of luck, but out of purpose. He pulled out the big gun that everyone needed to hear on one of the two days a year that everyone in Jackson has their ears open to him. It was tactful, and Joel has to acknowledge that. Your father is clever, if not cunning.

It’s a trait that you’ve learned directly from him, whether purposeful or not. But you sat right in the front row and nodded along to every word, accepting without thought or conflict that purpose is in every action, every reaction, every change of tide and every gust of wind.

And if everything has a purpose, your purpose must be to torture him.

You never have anything but a smile on your face for Joel. Joel, a man older than your own father, a man whose hands have broken every commandment that you hold so dear. A man that should know better than to let you get under his skin and infect his dreams.

He wonders what it would be like to hold someone so perfectly untainted in hands that have killed and destroyed and sinned. Hands that are strong, hands that are experienced, hands that are greedy. He’s certain he could teach you all about greed. He could make you beg, plead, sob for more and more and more until the only thought remaining in your pretty little head is how much you want to take from him. Until you become a glutton at the altar of his generosity.

And oh, how generous he could be once he had you begging. Minding your manners and asking nicely for what you need, of course, but he would never deny you anything you asked of him.

“Can I help you with that, Mr. Miller?” He hadn’t even noticed he was struggling–and he wouldn’t be, really, if he wasn’t so distracted. Putting new legs on a pew isn’t the issue after all; it’s the fact that you’re sitting there on the stairs that lead up to the altar and absentmindedly swinging your legs as if you’re taunting him. As if you understand that his resolve is slipping with every passing second he’s alone in this room with you. 

“Joel.”

“Hmm?” You shift your posture to lean closer, and that skirt that’s already way too short to be worn by the pastor’s daughter, in a house of God of all places, rides just a little further up your deliciously full thighs. 

How is he expected to work, to keep his mind on the job, when all he wants is to know what those thighs might feel like wrapped around his head?

He clears his throat and adjusts “You can call me Joel, sweetheart.”

He sees it, then. It’s so subtle, but it’s not imagined. You squirm at the pet name, at the raspy drawl of his voice, and it changes everything for him.

He sees in his mind the sweet girl, barely out of her teens, who sits in the front pew with a Bible in her lap. He sees the girl who sings so sweetly to the tune of every hymn. He sees the girl who’s so shy that she blushes every time she catches his gaze.

And then he sees everything underneath the act. He sees the girl who’s bold enough to wear a bright red dress to the Easter service. He sees the girl who makes eye contact with him across the dining hall every night to watch the way he reacts to her lips wrapped so tantalizingly smoothly around her spoon. He sees the girl who knew he would be alone in the chapel today–the girl who wore an easily accessible skirt just for the occasion.

You bookmark the page you’re on and set down the book you were reading, eyes fixated on him all the while. “Is there something I can help with, Joel?”

There certainly is, and it’s not the pew he’s supposed to be repairing.

He remembers, vaguely, hearing something about how God spares guilt from sinners when sin is necessary. It must be necessary to teach you a lesson, then–as you stride over and kneel beside him, your eyes heavy with anticipation and lashes fluttering, he doesn’t feel an ounce of guilt.

“Hasn’t your daddy taught you not to dress like this?” He takes the hem of your skirt idly in his hand, rubs the silky fabric between his thumb and forefinger. He’s not touching you, not really, but his hand is so achingly close. An inch or two, and he’d feel your warmth–those plush thighs that God created to rule over Joel Miller’s mind, body, and soul; ‘til death does he finally know peace, amen.

You shake your head and even manage to seem smug as you say, “No. He just teaches everyone else to resist temptation.”

“I’ve never been much good at that,” he murmurs.

He thinks that you know that. He thinks that you’re his crucible, his most important moral trial–that maybe, if he can turn you away now, he’s a good man.

Joel Miller is not a good man. His kiss is crushing. It’s hellfire, it’s brimstone, it’s everything you’ve been taught to fear your entire life. You melt into it so prettily, accepting your damnation with parted lips and eager eyes. A wanton moan gets caught in your throat when his hand slips further up your skirt. 

No panties–in a place of worship, no less. He should bend you over his knee for this transgression, make sure you understand how filthy you are. But there’s hardly time for that now, not when he’s even more desperate than you are. And you are desperate–dripping down his fingers into the palm of his hand as your teeth leave perfect little indents in the plush skin of your bottom lip.

His free hand grips your chin firmly, guiding your eyes to his. He wants to see your depravity, the flickering embers of lust in your eyes as you come on his fingers and cry out for salvation from the all-consuming pleasure.

“Oh my God–”

His hand tightens around your jaw just the slightest bit in warning. “No, baby. You moan my name when I’m touchin’ you.”

And you do–thighs trembling, eyes watering, you cry out his name like a prayer as your cunt pulses and squeezes around his willing fingers.

There’s an unpracticed tremble to your hand as you reach to work open his belt, and it makes his cock throb under the confining material of his jeans.

You want every inch of his skin pressed against yours, so desperate for it that you’re nearly in tears when he pulls your fingers away from the buttons on his shirt. He’s not foolish–no one steps foot into this place during the week, but he knows better than to tempt God’s sense of humor. This has to be quick and contained, and you know it too; you picked your little skirt for exactly that reason.

He catches a glimpse of your glistening need as you settle over his thighs, and once again he battles to resist temptation. He whispers in your ear as you settle your chest against his and grind that fluttering, sensitive cunt along his length–promises himself more than you, really, that he’ll bury his face in your folds and drink from you next time. Next time–the promise makes you clench impossibly hard around nothing.

His eyes have never been quite as heavy as they are when you start to sink that dripping heat down his cock. Head tipped back, throat exposed, completely at your mercy. He has to force himself to look up at you–to worship the goddess enshrined on his altar, all his for the taking.

You bite into your lip nearly hard enough to draw blood as your hips settle against his, completely overwhelmed by the burning stretch of his size. He’s a challenge, certainly, but one that you are determined to overcome. 

“Easy, baby girl,” he grumbles as you start to rock against him before you’re truly accommodated. His hands rest heavy on your hips–not anchoring, but encouraging. As wrong–as depraved–as this may be, he wants you to enjoy it without pain. “That’s right, nice and slow.”

It doesn’t stay that way, though; the desperation mounts to a boiling point until you’re bouncing fervently in his lap. It’s delicious, the way the thick head of him drags against something deep and sensitive within you. He guides you when your thighs start to burn, grip tightening enough to leave forbidden bruises in the soft flesh of your hips. His mouth presses to yours, breathing the oxygen straight from your lungs as he presses his hips up. There’s nothing you can do but take it, pliant in his hold, head rolling back to accommodate the wet drag of his mouth and the tickling scratch of his beard against your throat.

He feels it before you do–a subtle flutter as your cunt tries sucking him in even deeper. And maybe, if he was a good man, he’d lean away from it and have mercy on you. But he’s not a good man–he’s a greedy, wanton, desperate man. He angles his hips and thrusts as hard as he can, shoving you into your release with force.

You overflow with it; gushing over him like a flood, staining his hastily pushed down jeans and the floorboards beneath.

He pushes you onto your back like you’re weightless, adrenaline coursing as he starts to slam into you. It’s not polite or sweet or loving–he fucks into you and empties himself like an animal. He growls deep in his throat as his cock pulses within you, instructing you to “take it, baby girl” as if you’d consider anything less. 

You don’t know where your release ends and his begins. All you know is his weight on top of you, his mouth on your jaw, the collective breathless pants that fill the room as you both come down together.

You’re not sure how long it is before he pulls out of your warmth with an actual whine, breath heavy against your neck where his face is so comfortably nestled.

And you start to laugh, because you wish you’d worn panties after all–you don’t know how you’re going to get home with the mess of cum that’s dripping down the curve of your ass.

He even chuckles with you, until he tears his eyes away from your blissed face and sees the cross hanging heavy on the far wall.

“Th-that…” he gulps. “That can’t happen again.”

“It can,” you assure him, and he supposes you’re right.

You keep your head down and your eyes to yourself on Sunday, even as you spot the barely-noticeable stain on the hardwood floor next to the newly-repaired pew on the right side of the aisle. It’s so faint that no one would notice it unless they were looking for it, but it’s glaringly obvious to you. You should be ashamed; you should be begging for forgiveness. But then you meet Joel’s watchful eyes, and the shame washes away. How can you feel guilty over an act of worship?

THE END

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Hey Bunny || Masterlist

Yandere!Arthur Shelby x Reader.

TW: Drugs use, unreliable narrator, unrequited love, graphic depictions of violence, blood, dub con (which tends to be non-consensual sex), stalking, depiction of obsessive behavior, horror, psychological manipulation, bondage, domestic violence, Stockholm syndrom — this is dark, experimental, and out of character.

Not quite a series, Hey Bunny is a collection of scenes, situations, and headcanons related to the story of Arthur Shelby who fell into a pit of obsession with a young woman nicknamed Bunny: you. In order to render this concept of Yandere!Arthur Shelby more interactive, feel free to send any situation, idea, or headcanon you wish to read in my ask box and I'll write a whole chapter with it.

If you need idea for prompts, here is a yandere alphabet.

There is enough Dark!Tommy content, so why not give love to your new psychotic man? He's caring. He just loves you a little too much.

Works

Hey Bunny part 1

Part 2 TEASER

Hey Bunny part 2

Playlist

Hey Bunny by Baby Bugs

Dream a Little Dream of Me by L0user

Saccharine by Jazmin Beanz

Naked in My Cellar by Lordi

Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge

Animal by Missio

I Can't Decide by The Scissors Sister

Unhealthy Obsession by GloomDarkHeart

Run Rabbit Run by Flanagan and Allen

Mister Sandman by L0user (creepier)

Tagging some of Arthur’s bunnies who might be interested: @helen06dreamer @zablife @brummiereader @peakyltd @peakyswritings @dearshelby @raincoffeeandfandoms @kissforvoid @psychadelichues @geeky-politics-46 @whereismymindnow

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One reason to stay

( Chibs Telford x Reader )

Summary : Y/N wants to leave Charming but her car has a problem. She goes to TMAR where she finds Chibs who tries to convince her to stay... ( SMUT )

You got out of your car and ran through TMAR’s parking space to avoid the rain.

It was late in the night and you couldn’t help but smile when you saw the light on in the garage. Someone was there.

You pushed the door and entered which made Chibs looking up to you.

- Y/N ? he asked, frowning.

- Hey Chibs, you said as you closed the door behind you.

- What are doin here at night sweetheart? he asked, taking off his glasses.

- My car has a problem, you simply said. Well it makes a weird sound when I’m driving.

- Mmmh, he nodded, but that doesn’t explain why you came here at 1am, he said as he stood up. Where do you wanna go ?

You sighted before bitting your bottom lip.

- Y/N ?

- I’m leaving Charming.

- What ?! he exclaimed, frowning.

- I can’t find a job here and it’s getting hard for me. I’m going back to my mom’s house.

Chibs looked at you and stayed silent for a few seconds.

- And so you wanted to leave without telling bye to us ?

You looked down a second.

- Saying goodbye is not a thing I like. I would have called you and the guys tomorrow.

Chibs looked at you, not answering.

- Can you look at my car ? you asked.

- No, he answered.

- No ? you repeated, chuckling. Why ?

- Cause if I look at it and fix the problem, you’ll leave. That’s not what I want.

You frowned as he walked to you.

- Chibs I...

- Stay.

You frowned as he stopped walking once he arrived just right in front of you.

You and Chibs always had a strong relationship, you were really close to each other, you liked to flirt but you never went further.

- Chibs, I can’t.

- Yes you can. And you will.

- Alright, then, give me one reason to stay, you chuckled.

Chibs looked at you for a second before pressing his lips on yours.

You opened wide your eyes, surprised, before kissing him back.

You slowly put your hands on his cheeks as he put his on your waist to hold you and to bring you on his desk on which you sat.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, still kissing him.

Chibs was a damn well kisser and you realized only at this moment that you wanted this to happen since a while.

You shivered when you felt his hands on your skin under your T-shirt before he removed it.

- Chibs... you whispered between two kisses.

- You wanted a reason to stay, he growled while kissing your neck. I’m giving you one sweetheart, he added, unzipping his pants to take it off.

He lifted up you skirt and removed your panties. You didn’t even try to stop him... Felt like you always wanted this...

- Jesus, you moaned when you felt two of his fingers inside you.

You grabbed his neck harder before pulling him closer to you as he kept kissing your neck, licking and softly bitting it.

He was moving his fingers back and forth faster and faster, making you groan louder at each movement.

- Chibs... Take me... Take me now... you begged him eyes closed.

Listening to you, he took his fingers out of you and brought them to his lips before licking it as you were looking at him.

- Delicious... he smirked. If you knew since when I wanted to taste you Y/N...he chuckled before pushing his member inside you.

- Oh fuck... you moaned as he started to slowly move back and forth.

Chibs grabbed your hips harder and you wrapped your legs tighter around his waist as he was starting to move faster.

You were moving your hips as fast as his to follow his movements, helping him to get deeper.

- Jesus, I’m gonna come... you groaned before kissing him, clawing your nails down his back.

A few seconds after, you felt a burning and electric wave of intense pleasure running through your body as your back arched.

- Oh my God... you moaned one last time as Chibs came just after you.

He let a loud groan escaped from his lips before taking you in his arms.

Suddenly the door opened behind him.

- Oh my God ! you almost screamed when you saw Tig entering.

You pushed Chibs away from you before putting your panties back on.

- Oh wow, smirked Tig before laughing. Why didn’t you invite me ? he asked.

- Get out asshole, chuckled Chibs putting his pants back on.

Tig laughed before leaving the small office, as your heeks turned red.

- Is that a good reason to stay Sweetheart ?

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Hope you liked it ✨ ( sorry for the mistakes i’m french :( )

GIFS ARE NOT MINE

[band--psycho]

My Girl-Chibs x Reader

I felt like shit; my body was aching and my head was pounding; I’d taken painkillers but they didn’t seem to be doing anything except from making me tired which I really did need right now; I felt like I was up to my eyes in paperwork that I had to try and sort out.

“Sweetheart, you look like shit,” Gemma said, her eyes fixing on me as she took a sip of her coffee.

“I’m fine, Gem,” I reassured her; but she merely raised an eyebrow, seeing right through my lie.

“Go home, sweetheart, I can deal with this,” She explained calmly. I opened my mouth to argue but she just shushed me; in all honesty I was grateful that she said I could go..but I felt bad for leaving her to do all this work alone.

“I’ll get Chucky to take you home,” she said before leaving the office to go and find Chucky.

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I collapsed onto the bed, the soft sheets welcoming me into them, there was only one thing missing. Chibs. I would do anything to be able to just snuggle up to him right now; but he was on a job with the club so that threw that idea out of the window. I contemplated getting out of bed to change..but I couldn’t bring myself to leave the bed, so I just kicked my shoes off and snuggled into the warmth of the duvet. It wasn’t as good as snuggling up with Chibs but right now, this was the best I had, and I was grateful for it. It wasn’t long before sleep overtook me, the painkillers I’d been trying to fight finally winning. 

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I woke up to the feeling of having someone stroking my hair; the sudden realisation that someone was hear made me jump, that was until I heard that all to familiar chuckle that made my heart flutter. 

“Hey, lass,” Chibs whispered, kissing my forehead lightly. 

“I thought...I thought you were on a run..?” I questioned drowsily. 

“Gem called me, said ye weren’t looking that great. And I wasn’t about to let ye suffer alone,” he answered, placing another kiss on my forehead. 

“Here,” he said, pulling away from me momentarily to grab me my cup of tea.

“I’ve also got these, found ‘em at your place, and Gems given me a recipe for her famous chicken soup which should make ye feel better,” he explained, at his words I couldn’t help but feel my heart swell. He was perfect. There weren’t many guys nowadays that would drop everything just to look after their sick girlfriend, not that I was complaining at all...although I did have a thought strike me suddenly..what if he got sick too..

“That’s not the reaction I was hoping for...did I do something wrong?” he asked, obviously seeing the concern that was on my face. 

“No, no, baby, of course you didn’t” I reassured him, grabbing one his gloved hands lightly.

“I just don’t want you to get sick that’s all,” I told him, but he just chuckled and pulled me into his chest. 

“Lass, I doubt I’ll get sick...and if I do, I guess you’ll just have to look after me,” Chibs answered, I went to argue with him but I knew better than to argue with him..that would not be an argument I would win so, I accepted defeat and snuggled into him, his arm wrapping firmly around my waist as I his other hand rose to stroke my hair soothingly. 

“Thank you,” I whispered into his chest sleepily, feeling sleep begin to take hold of me again. 

“You don’t need to thank me, love, ye my girl and I wanna make sure ye okay,” he whispered into my hair before sleep took over me once more, but this time I was snuggled up with my man..and that’s all I’d wanted all day.

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[ladyreapermc]

Fic: Surprise Party (Chibs Telford x Reader)

Summary: A  party thrown at the clubhouse has more than a few surprises for you.

Pairing: Filip “Chibs” Telford x F!Reader

Wordcount: 1,5k

Warnings: Really cheesy fluff and my bad attempt of writing in Scottish accent. Apologies in advance.

You weren’t really expecting the party waiting for you when you got to the clubhouse. Then again, wasn’t that the point of a surprise party after all?

You had started your day not really expecting to have to use the brand-new license to practice law you got just last week. And for the most part, it had been a pretty uneventful occasion until right around the time you were about to clock out and Jax called.

There was urgency in his voice as he begged you to head to the sheriff’s station because Tig got into a fight with the owner of a dog fight rink and both men had been taken downtown. You didn’t doubt his story even for a second. Picking up your keys and bag and heading straight to the precinct.  

When you got there, Jax was already waiting outside with a very well composed Tig. Maybe that should have been your first clue that something was off because if he was already gonna post bail, why did he even call in the first place?

You didn’t have time to really consider it because Jax just loaded Tig into the passenger seat of your car and asked you to head to TM. 

You planned to just drop Tig off and head home. You had been working crazy hours, plus studying hard for the test and you were in serious need of some sleep.

“Come on, honey. Let me buy a beer to say thank you,” Tig asked once you pulled up into the lot of the auto shop.

“I didn’t even do anything,” you replied, but for a grown man, Tig’s puppy dog eyes were quite effective.

“One beer,” you sighed in defeat, turning off the engine. You stepped out of the car and followed Tig inside, nearly jumping out of your skin as everyone yelled surprise once the two of you walked into the clubhouse.

Everyone seemed to be there: Gemma, Tara, and her boys. Lyla, Nero, and the rest of the Sons, Chucky, and even some of your friends that didn’t really have anything to do with the MC but made an exception for today and stood awkwardly among the bikers.

Over the wall of mugshots there was a huge congratulations banner and bellow it a table with enough food to feed an army.

“Surprised?” Tig asked, an arm thrown over your shoulders. 

You just chuckled and nodded, still speechless as he pressed a kiss to your cheek and let you greet everyone else properly.

“Congratulations, darlin’,” Jax said pulling you into a warm hug. “Now it’s your job to make sure these mug shots don’t get updated.”

You laughed along with him before letting someone else drag you to the side for a hug and a toast and by the time you managed to reach Gemma, you already had two beers and three whiskey shots that people keep shoving in your hands as you passed them by, along with some food.

“Thanks for all of this,” you said, letting the matriarch of the MC pull you into a hug.

“You’re welcome, baby. It was well deserved,” she kissed your cheek. “But I can’t take all the credit. It was Chibs’ idea.”

You gave her a confused look once she let you go, which she replied with a knowing smirk as she gestured to a point behind you where the Scot was drinking alone by the bar, watching the proceedings.

It was because of Chibs that you met the MC in the first place. He had been in a bar just outside town when your stupid little brother decided it was a good idea to pick a fight while drunk with a few guys double his size. 

Chibs didn’t even know him but had his back, during the altercation and they all got arrested that night. When your brother called you to post his bail, he told you about the other man and you got him out too. After that, you ended up staying close to SAMCRO. 

You had no family besides your younger brother and Gemma took a liking to both of you, taking you under her wing. And since your brother started prospecting, you decided to help out in smaller legal issues when needed. Making sure everyone stayed out of jail.

For a badass gang of dangerous bikers, the Sons were a lot of fun. They took care of their own and for the first time since your parents passed away, you felt like you belonged somewhere. 

And if you favored the attention of one particular VP, with his deep brown eyes, smokey accent, and Glasgow smile, people didn’t seem to notice.

Or maybe they did, if Gemma was any indication, but didn’t comment on it.

You moved towards Chibs, offering him a wide smile, which he returned with one of his own. The sight of it made your heart race and your palms sweat and you tried to dry them as discreetly as possible in your jeans before taking a seat on the stool next to him.

“Congratulations, lass.” He raised his glass to you.

“Thank you and thanks for the party. Gemma said it was your idea.”

“Nah. Just said it would be a good idea,” he waved off your words, looking away from you for a moment and you wished his presence didn’t make you so tongue-tied. “Bu’ I got ye somethin’,” he said, setting his glass down once it was empty and gestured for you to follow him.

You had never been back here before but you knew the some of the guys had small apartments here for whenever they were too tired to go home after a job or too drunk after a celebration. 

Chibs led you to his, and if your heart was already racing before, now it felt like it was about to burst from your chest. The room was nothing special, just a bed pushed against the wall, a writing desk and chair, and a dresser. Too many pictures of almost naked women posing on Harleys, and a small cabinet with a few other essentials.

You stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, fidgeting with the hem of your jacket while Chibs dug something out of a drawer. It seemed to take forever until he finally turned around to face you and you didn’t think you ever saw him looking nervous, but he looked as bad as you felt.

“‘t’s nothing fancy or anythin’” he started, taking a step closer. “But I saw it and thought of ye. The lass in the shop said you can exchange it if ye dinna like it…”

He offered you a small gift-wrapped box in hand and you took it with shaky fingers and a trembling smile as you undid the bow on top and opened the lid.

You let out a small gasp at the sight that greeted you: a delicate golden necklace rested inside, the pendant a golden justice scale, and a small pink stone. It was gorgeous and so thoughtful and when you glanced up at Chibs again, he seemed to be looking at anything but you.

“It’s beautiful, Filip,” your voice was barely above a whisper and it might be the first time you ever used his given name, but it felt so right. “Thank you.”

“Ye’re welcome, love,” he breathed out, relieved, his smile a little more certain.

“Help me put it on?” You asked, taking the delicate chain out of the box and offering to him before turning around and pushing your hair away from your neck.

His scent surrounded you as Chibs stepped closer, bringing the necklace around your throat, his hands rough and warm, but so very gentle against your nape and goosebumps raised in your arms.

“There ye go,” he spoke once the clasp was closed and you turned around to face him, the pendant resting just below the hollow of your throat and his warm brown eyes lingered there for a few seconds.

“I really love it,” you whispered, touching the scale for a second before your hand moved to his chest, holding yourself steady as you raised to your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his scarred cheek.

“Good,” Chibs spoke, his voice rougher, lower and you could feel the thundering of his heart against your hand and the hitch of his breath as you moved your lips closer to the corner of his mouth.

He turned his head slightly and his mouth was against yours, brushing so softly. It was a barely-there touch but it was enough to send sparks of excitement through your body and you couldn’t wait for it to be more.

Before it could, the door busted open making you both jump apart and look over startled. It was one of your friends and by the looks of it, she was completely wasted.

“Ops! Thought it was the restroom,” she slurred, her lips shifting into a smirk as she glanced between your and Chibs. “Carry on.”

She slipped out as fast as she stumbled in and just as unsteadily. A second later, you heard a crash and sighed regretfully.

“I better get out there and make sure she doesn’t cause some serious damage,” you said. “But to be continued?”

“Whenever ye want, love,” Chibs smiled at you. “Ye know where I’ll be.”

xxx

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[stardancerluv]

Nothing Is Too Good For You

Fluffy Chibs x reader

——After having a long day, Chibs wants to show you how much he loves you.

@chibsytelford hope you like it...I worked and reworked it till I liked it. Enjoy! Took a little extra work since I finally began working 3 days ago!

Eyeing, the clock you the time mocked you. It was an incredibly long day at just never seemed to end. You still had a very long four and a half hours ahead of you. Your shoulders were achy, your back begged you to not sit so straight, simply put you were just plain tired.

The people you had to deal with had been annoying; there was no ending in sight. You hazard to glance out the window soon, it would be getting dark.

All you wanted was to be held by Filip. Looking, seeing things were dragging. You shot him a quick message.

ToFilip: long day, miss you. How are you?😚

ToYou: even longer without you, my lass

ToFilip: I still have a very longer, four and half hours.

ToYou: damn, darling I thought you had two hours.

ToFilip: I wish. I better go. Love you. ♥️

ToYou: Love you more. ❎❎

The moon was full and bright, as it peaked out from behind puffy clouds as you stopped and glanced at the sky. The crisp autumn air pushed to you to your front door. With a jangle of the keys, you went in and leaned heavily against the door after you closed it.

The warmth of your small but sweet home that your shared with Filip greeted you as you saw him coming down the hallway in a pair of torn jeans and a t-shirt that showed off his toned arms that held you made you feel so loved and protected as he held you.

“Ahh, there is my dahling, lass. Stay right there.”

“Hi, sweeheart.” You managed to whisper. You perked up not only as you saw your beloved getting closer but as the aroma of your favorite food began to tickle your nose and awake your stomach.

Moments, later you easily and happily let Filip hold you close. He smelled of leather and the food he had been making for your it was a mixture of comfort and happiness in only ways he could pull off. He just held you, as you dod some of the tired aches and pains began to melt away.

Sometime, later he drew up your chin and gave you that smile that from the moment you saw it gave you butterflies while also making you feel special.

“Let’s get you out of all this ok?” And soon, he eased you from the clothes and that had begun to lay irritating and almost confining against your skin.

What he surprised you with was once you were in all your glory before him. A sight, he had many times before worshipped, letting your know how beautiful were he wrapped up in your incredibly soft robe. It made you sigh as it wrapped around you.

“Feel better, ma dahling?” He asked as he easily picked you up. With mo hesitation, you nestled close in the crook of his neck; as you draped your arms around him.

He carried you to the bathroom. There was the soft, sweet smell of your bubble bath that always made you smile. Helping, you shed the robe he helped you step into the bath.

A little time later he joined you but he had first made sure you had a glass of your favorite wine.

Like before, tonight was about you relaxing. He placed some oft kisses on your shoulders as you idly what had happened here and there. As you did you let your self melt against his strong chest. While he traced little circles or random shapes and patterns here and there with his fingers.

Later, but before the water could grow cold and rinsed your off and made sure you were comfy in one of his tshirts, which he knew you loved stealing and wearing and some pajama pants. There, he brought you to the dinner he made for the two of you but instead of separating you; you both shared a large portion of your favorite comfort food. Sometimes, he fed you and sometimes you fed him. There were some giggles and even kisses.

Finally, where yawns began making their self know. He brought you over to the incredibly comfortable bed you two shared when he wasn’t on a run. There half holding you, half letting you lay on the bed, his strong rough hands rubbed away what was left of the aches and pains that had been stubborn. But they could not last long after his touch. Your eyes fluttered with sleep that pulled at you.

“My sweet lass tomorrow is another day. Hopefully, it will be kind to you.” He softly kissed you. It was warm and loving. He wanted you to rest and just feel how loved you were on these particularly rough and hard days.

As he laid there holding you, he was grateful for this time. The set up, how he extinguished all the candles as you two moved through the house, like he extinguished the stress that had clawed at you all day.

He hated when you had rough days while he was away so when he could, he treated you the way you should be. He still gently ran his fingers through your soft strands as he watched dreams make your eyelashes flutter on your cheeks. Eventually, he let himself finally fall asleep as he held you close.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Awake the Beast - A Chibs Telford/Reader Smut Short.

For @mandyzsick101​

Words - 259

Warnings - Smut below the cut. Minors DNI!

“Stop trying tae wake the beast,” your boyfriend instructs as you sit astride him, somewhat discreetly grinding yourself against the bulge in his jeans, enjoying the feel of him stiffening against your apex.  

“I could pull it out and fuck you right here, real slow, and nobody would notice,” you tease, your mouth moving to his neck, licking along the column of his throat, scattering kisses, his groan vibrating against your lips. “Or I could just have you inside me, and squeeze on you, make you even harder, then keep on clenching my tight little pussy around you until you’re shaking and dying to cum, but you don’t dare, because you know you’ll moan so fucking loudly when you do, everyone in this bar will turn and look. Fuck, I really want to make you cum, too, have you fill me up.”  

Feeling him hardening more, you continue gently pressing against him, your clit sparking against the thick, hot swell firming beneath it. “God, such a fucking huge cock. Always splits me so damned wide. I’m wet just thinking about you being inside me.”  

Reaching beneath your skirt, your fingers skim against your folds, dampening them adequately before pushing them into his mouth. The noise he makes. Fuck. Your insides throb to hear it, that groan, gone to gravel completely.

He eyes you darkly, his finger reaching under the little padlocked chain around your neck, pulling you close. “You’re so in for it when we get home.”

You grin, kissing him deeply. “That’s exactly what I was hoping for.”  

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

hello angel!! can i get bratting w/ some overstimulation and manhandling with dom chibs? thanks!!!!

Masterlist

Behave

Contains: Fluff, consent and kink negation, Dom Chibs/sub Reader, sex toys, F masturbation, bratting, overstimulation, manhandling, fingering, P in V, aftercare.

1.4K words

Comment if you want to be tagged/removed or follow #sp's kinkfest pick and mix

Chibs isn't happy with your behaviour.

"If you don't hand me that screwdriver now I swear to God lass."

You giggled, "make me."

Chibs sighed, the noise filled with affection rather than frustration, "please, I'll make it worth your while." You handed it to him, "thank you Lass."

You smiled sweetly, "you're welcome my love, I like helping you."

Chibs turned his head, not dropping the tool, "are you winding me up Lass?" T

he corner of your mouth lifted in a gentle smile, "maybe."

He smiled, "careful, you might not like how that turns out."

"Oh really, and how does that turn out?"

Chibs put the screwdriver down, "you remember what happened the last time?"

You nodded, "I do and it really didn't sink in, maybe you need to try something different."

He smirked, "are you sure about that Lass?"

You got off the bench and walked up to him, taking the edges of his kutte in your hands and pulling him close, "positive."

"You're positive, maybe if you help me for the rest of the day I'll go easy on you."

You shook your head, "why would I do that, it's fun to misbehave."

Chibs chewed on his cheek, "you say that now but you might change your mind."

You kissed his cheek, "I haven't yet, I think that might be your failing. You keep saying you want to punish me but it never sticks, maybe you're losing your step."

"Well see."

You were on your best behaviour for the rest of the day, Chibs smiling softly every time you handed something to him or lent him an extra pair of hands, "I think you deserve a reward for how well you did for me today. Why don't you head home and have a shower, I'll be home soon."

You smiled, "alright, I'll be at home waiting for you, all by my lonesome."

"Behave, you know the rules."

You nodded, "yep, I do, that doesn't mean I'm going to follow them." You made your way home and put dinner on the stove, leaving the stew to cook on long while you ran yourself a bath and put your plan into motion. 

Once the bath was done, you applied Chibs' favourite lotion and put on his favourite lingerie set. Just in time too, because Chibs texted you and told you he'd be home soon. You stirred the stew and set a timer for a few minutes after he arrived and settled in for the next part of your plan. 

You went to the bedroom and got a vibrator from the top drawer then made yourself comfortable on the couch. You didn't have long to start but Chibs was going to arrive to a surprise. You started small, circling your covered nipple with your index finger until it peddled under your touch. 

Then you took the vibrator and turned it on, placing it over your core so the soft vibration spread over your flesh. Once the warmth of pleasure had spread into a throb, you slid the vibrator under your panties and pressed it gently against your clit, just as your breath quickened, the front door opened. 

"What do you think you're doing Lass?"

You smiled, "you took too long."

He stopped over to you and pulled your hand away from your body then wrenched you up to your feet, "you know the rules, no touching yourself without my permission. Now what I am going to do with you?" 

You shrugged, "I have no idea, what are you going to do with me?"

He swallowed, "you better apologise right now or I swear to God you will regret it."

You smiled and got closer to him, "you don't think that was my plan." Chibs put his hand on your shoulder, ready to throw you on the couch. 

rinnnnnnnnnnnng

"Dinner's almost ready, it will be on the table by the time you have a shower."

He clenched his jaw, "did you plan this?"

You smiled, "yep."

The extra emphasis on the p and Chibs fuming, "you're really in for it now." 

****

Chibs enjoyed dinner, complimenting you on your hard work and washing the dishes to thank you. He spent most of his time with his eyes locked on your bare skin, his fingers itching to touch as he linked his hands with yours. After dessert, Chibs took your head and led you into the bedroom, "if you want to keep that set, I'd remove it."

You smiled, "it's your favourite, you're the one that misses out if you rip it off me."

He didn't hesitate, you were shocked at the strength in his hands as he yanked the robe off you and ripped the bra away from you, you shoved the panties down your legs and Chibs pushed you onto the bed. "What do you say if you want to stop?"

You smiled, "stop, I don't want this, this hurts, can we do something different."

"Good girl." He grabbed your ankle, yanked you towards him, and then climbed on top of you. "I think I've come up with a new way to get you to learn your lesson, if you want to cum, you'll do it until you cry." He pressed his lips to yours, the kiss was passionate and dominant, Chibs taking over the pace right away.

His hand made its way down your body and he smiled against your lips as he found you wet, "you're soaked Lass, it that just from this?"

You shook your head, "you came home before I could cum, the last two hours have been torture."

Chibs chuckled, "let me fix that for you." His fingers moved through your slit before his thumb found your clit and he slid one then two of his long fingers inside you.

He knew exactly what you needed to bring you to the edge in a matter of minutes, you looked to him for permission and he nodded, "let go Lass, it's going to be the first one of many tonight." You clenched around him and he chuckled, "good girl." He didn't let up and you fell into another and then another and another.

You tried to shove his hand away but he used his free one to hold you down, "you made this bed Lass, now you need to lay in it." Your legs tried to twitch closed and he pushed them open with his knee, "don't you dare." You relaxed, Chibs made it clear there was no point in fighting. "Good girl, was that so hard?"

You moaned, "you suck."

He chuckled, "careful now, I'm being nice but I could go all night long." His lips found yours and his fingertips pressed your G-spot, "give me one more then I'll give you my cock."

You gasped, "I can't."

He smiled, "yes you can and you will." His thumb moved faster on your clit and his fingers drove into you with determination and your hips lifted off the bed as you came, "there you go, I know you had it in you."

"Please Chibs."

He kissed your neck, "please what, please stop? Please keep going?"

You whimpered, "I don't know."

Chibs nodded softly and pulled away from you, shifting you around so you were both lying on your sides, "take some time and tell me yeah?"

You buried your face in his chest, "thank you."

He kissed you, "no need to thank me Lass, I'm just giving you what you deserve."

After a few minutes you pressed your lips to his chest, "you ready for more?"

You nodded, "yes please."

Chibs smiled, "I'll be gentle." He rolled himself on top of you and grabbed his cock, running it up and down your slit, "you ready Lass?"

You nodded and kissed his lips, "please."

Chibs slid inside you in one slow, smooth thrust, "shite, you're tight."

It didn't take you long to reach the edge again, your nails digging into his shoulders, "there you go, I knew you could keep going." You wrapped your legs around his waist as he sped up, his hips slamming into you. His fingers found your clit as he built you up one last time, as you came around him, he followed you into bliss, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

He rolled off you and took you with him, pulling you into his chest, "my good girl, you did so well for me."

You sighed, "I love you."

Chibs pressed his lips to your forehead, "in a little bit I'm going to get up and get you and snack and something to drink, in the meantime you want to keep cuddling?"

"Yes please."

Fin

[xbreezymeadowsx]

Chibs... an excerpt

A/N: This is an excerpt from a story I’ve been writing. I changed the OC’s name to Y/N just for this bit. Honestly, I’m my own worst critic and pretty much never post my work because I think it could be better and I tend to move onto other stories when I hit a writer’s block and all of my stuff goes untouched for months, sometimes years. But I’ve discovered some amazing writers over the last year or two on various sites but mostly here so I figured it was time I tried to give back to those that have brought me so much joy through their works. So, here’s a filthy little excerpt of some adult fun times from one of my current stories I’ve been bumbling around with.

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Y/N stumbled through the front door with Chibs wrapped around her. They tripped over each other's feet, hands frantically exploring bodies, and their tongues, teeth, and lips clashing roughly. They giggled and snickered at their own antics, feeling like a couple lovesick teens in their tipsy state. They blindly moved into the living room, kicking boots off as they went until Y/N let out a yelp as the pair fell over the arm of the couch. Chibs landed with a huff on the cushions on his back with Y/N on top of him, gripping his kutte to prevent herself from falling to the floor. They burst into a fit of laughter.

"Whoops." Chibs giggled, watching Y/N cackle at the face he made. Whimpering from across the room gained their attention. Roscoe laid on his dog bed watching them. Chibs turned his head to see the mutt and Y/N snatched his face in her hands, pulling him back to her.

"No! Don't look at him!" She cried too late. She groaned when they heard the jingling of the dog's tags as he pranced to the couch and began nuzzling Chibs in the side of his head.

"Aah! Christ!" He shout as the cold, wet nose of the beast snuffled in his ear. Y/N pushed Roscoe's fat head away as Chibs rubbed his ear frantically.

"Lemme take them out and then we can resume this." She gave his beard a playful tug before sliding off of him.

"No, no." Chibs grunt as he followed her to standing. "I got 'em." He slipped his kutte off and handed it to her with a wink. "You go ge' comfortable." Y/N watched Reba and Roscoe eagerly follow Chibs to the back door. She went to hang his kutte on the hooks by the front door when an idea struck her.

When Chibs came back inside and sent the dogs off to their beds, he made sure doors were locked before heading to Y/N’s bedroom where he was sure she’d gone off to. There was a warm glow in the room from the table lamps on either side of the bed which had first drawn his attention when he walked in.

"Hey, handsome." Chibs spun on his heel, his back to the bed and his breath caught. "This comfortable enough?" Y/N teased, biting her bottom lip and looking up at him through her lashes.

"Uh, y-yeah. Tha' looks migh'y com-comfy, Y/N girl." He stuttered as he took in the sight. Y/N wore nothing but small black lacy boy shorts and his kutte. The leather hung almost to her knees. She held the sides of the front open just enough to see her bare torso with a tease of sideboob, most of her breasts hidden behind the kutte. She sashayed across the room to him and ran her hands up his chest before pressing herself against him.

"It's not taboo, is it? Wearing your kutte? I know how important a kutte is to an MC." She asked, suddenly nervous she'd done something bad. Chibs cupped her face in his hands and smiled softly, regaining his composure.

"No, luv. This is... this is perfectly fine. This is good." He rubbed his hands down her bare arms, watching the goosebumps breakout in his wake and took her hands, guiding her towards the bed. "Ya look so sexy in leather." He growled lowly.

"And you," Y/N reached for his shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying and ricocheting off the walls. "look overdressed." She purred, lightly scratching his chest.

"Ya shoul' bloody well fix tha'." He urged before pressing his lips to hers. Chibs yanked his arms free and flung his shirt somewhere while Y/N's hands tugged his belt undone. He broke the kiss to watch her working his jeans open and push them down his legs before he kicked them aside and pushed his kutte off her shoulders. Y/N took his kutte and carefully hung it on the back of her desk chair. When she turned back, Chibs was balling his socks up and adding them to the mess on the floor leaving them both in their underwear. Y/N's eyes zoned in on the prominent outline of his hard and ready cock straining against his black boxer briefs and had to check herself for drool. Chibs chuckled deeply and palmed his member.

"Do ya see wha' ya do ta me, leannan? How hard ya make me?" He husked. He reached out and took her wrist, placing her hand where his had been. Y/N gave him a firm squeeze making Chibs groan softly. He cupped her core in response, pressing the heel of his palm into her clit over her underwear. "Alrea'y so wet fer me. Yer panties are soaked."

"Uh-huh." Was all she could muster up as she stepped closer to him.

"So beau'iful." Chibs whispered as he softly dragged his hands up her torso and cupped her supple breasts, kneading them. He guide Y/N to the bed, urging her to lay down. She did as he wanted and watched as he studied her body, taking in every inch of her. He grinned devilishly as he hooked his fingers into her panties and slowly pulled them down her legs, tossing them aside before crawling onto the bed. He eased her legs apart, laying on his stomach and noisily kissing her inner thighs.

"Filip, please." Y/N muttered, one hand clutching the comforter as the other knotted in his hair.

"Tell me wha' ya wan'." He spoke against her skin, nipping and sucking her flesh everywhere around where he knew she wanted him most. She tugged his hair, trying to move his head where she wanted. "Uh-uh. I wanna hear ya say it." Chibs scratched his beard lightly on her skin just above her most sensitive nub. Y/N let out a high pitched whine.

"Don't tease me!" She huffed. "I want your tongue, your lips, your teeth! Please!" Chibs hummed and leaned towards her yearning pussy. Then he swiftly moved away, making his way up the bed beside her. Y/N whined and jumbled words around in protest until she took in his wicked grin and lust blown eyes.

"Up." A single word command was all it took for Y/N to do as told after seeing the look on his face. Chibs laid back resting his head on a pillow and motioned for Y/N. She shivered when she realized what he wanted and as casually as she could in her excitement, shuffled up to beside his shoulder and carefully moved to straddle his chest. "Good girl." He brought his hands up and caressed her backside, pushing her forward. Y/N moved until her body hovered over his mouth. Chibs inhaled deeply through his nose and sighed. "I bet ya taste as good as ya smell, my love." He tilt his chin up and licked a slow trail between her folds. Y/N quivered and gripped the top of her headboard for support. "Mm, jus' like Ambrosia." Chibs moaned softly.

"Food of the Gods, huh?" She gasped as he leaned up again and lapped at her dripping hole.

"Oh, yes. My Goddess." His deep voice rumbled. The vibrations of the bass in his voice sent thrills up Y/N’s spine and she let her head fall back, moaning towards the ceiling.

“Fuck, Filip. Just like that.” She plead.

“Eyes on me, baby.” He demanded, pulling away. Y/N protest his stopping and looked down at him, her hair falling forward like curtains to hide her face from the rest of the world. She bit her lip at the sight of his facial hair glistening with her excitement. Chibs sucked her swollen clit harshly and nipped it with his teeth as he watched her fight to keep her eyes open and trained on him. He slid one hand down from gripping her ass and swiftly insert a slender finger into her wet heat.

Y/N felt her orgasm building rapidly. When Chibs add a second finger, he crooked them in a ‘come hither’ motion and thrust them roughly. He was hitting just the right spot prompting Y/N to let loose a string of profanities a sailor would blush at. Chibs fingered her through her climax only stopping when he felt her full weight- not that she weighed much without bricks in her pockets- settle on his chin and neck. He helped scoot her down to straddle his chest and admired his handiwork. Y/N was blissed out and attempting to regulate her breathing and heart rate. She glanced down at him and weakly punched his shoulder seeing the cocky grin plastered on her old man’s face. Chibs swat her butt and motioned for her to move. Y/N acquiesce and dropped to the bed beside him with a grunt.

“Still wit’ me?” Chibs inquired with a knowing smirk.

“Shut the fuck up.” Y/N scoffed. Chibs put his hand over his heart and gasped.

“Ya wound me, leannan.” He exclaimed dramatically before moving to get off the bed. “I guess ya don’ wan’ anymore then.” He sighed. Y/N reached out and snatched his wrist before he could stand.

“Now, I didn’t say that.” She remarked before yanking him back to her and giggling mischievously as Chibs cover her body with his own and attacked her neck, ready for the fun to continue well into the early morning hours.

[nikita-alba]

Calling all Chibs Telford/Sons of Anarchy fans.

It’s 2020 yes, but during lockdown I’ve been rewatching the series and have FINALLY got round to writing my first fanfiction on it.

If you feel like it, give it a read and a review you lovely, lovely people ❤️

[chibsytelford]

Rules: Tag 10 people you want to know better. I was tagged by @gemini0410 and @rebel-without-cause-x thanks friends!

Relationship Status: Married to Chibsy in my head. In real life I'm in a relationship - 3 years in September!

Favourite Colour: Orange and Green

Three favourite foods: steak pie, pizza and halloumi 😍

Song stuck in my head: Baby by Justin Bieber 🙄

Last song I listened to: The Greatest - James Blunt

Last thing I googled: Rayman

Time: 1020AM

Dream Trip: Iceland baby

Anything I Really Want: for my family and friends to get whatever they want and stay healthy, yhhh money lol, to meet Tommy Flanagan.

Tagging @agirllovespasta @stardancerluv @cutesiewoojin @hunter-avenger-consulter-grimm @scribbuluswrites @ottosuricato