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.
hello all! i haven't written headcanons ( especially for jax or any of the sons ) in a bit but this request inspired me! hope you enjoy anon :) nsfw below the cut!
SFW
- jax is a surprisingly cuddly guy, especially in the early mornings. he loves to roll over half asleep and wrap you up in his arms.
- you two could not possibly get any closer, you constantly make that observation and he will always reply that he could be inside of you. ( okay, jackson 🙄 )
- he loves to nuzzle his face into your neck while cuddling from behind, he almost always tells you how good you smell.
- when not snuggling up behind you, jax likes when you lay on his chest. he likes to softly pet your hair and never complains when your hands end up tangled in his.
- he will instantly fall asleep if his hair is getting played with after a long day. one minute you guys are cuddled up talking, the next he's snoring, and then insisting he's still awake when you tease him about it.
NSFW
- jax almost always is hard when he's cuddled up with you, especially in the morning.
- more often than not you just giggle at his bulge pressed firmly against you, and drive him wild by backing further into him.
- if he needs somewhere to put his hands while his arms are wrapped around you, jax is the kinda guy to fill his hands with your breasts. every now and again he'll give them a squeeze, sometimes without even realizing it.
- neck. kisses. need i say more? if his head is nuzzled into the crook of your neck you can bet your ass he's littering it with kisses, and they only get sloppier and sloppier until he's leaving you covered in hickies.
- sleepy, from the side, morning sex is a given here. jax loves a morning quickie ( always with your consent, ofc ) and his morning cuddles often turn into him pulling your panties to the side and sinking into you, holding you close against him.
Your HC's are the best!!! How about "kissing them to shut them up" ?
This shit right here is right up my alley thank you for this. Just short, soft little blurbs about some of my fave bikers.
HC list for the SOA Boys and the Mayans Men under the cut!
Jax:
Gets grumpy because he knows that you know it’s the most effective tactic you’ve got up your sleeve.
He’ll try to keep talking for about .5 seconds into the kiss before he gives up and gives into it.
When you break the kiss he’ll try to continue with, “As I was saying,” but all you gotta do is kiss him again and he’ll usually give it up.
He’ll roll his eyes and shake his head at you, but the smirk on his face gives him away. Never has he ever tried to stop you or push you away when he does it, so all the eyerolls in the world can’t fool you.
Will do it back to you when you’re getting worked up over little stuff. Partially for revenge, but also because it works just as well on you as it does on him.
Opie:
He’s the king of avoiding difficult conversations so you know he eats that shit up if you’re using it to distract him from him getting worked up about something.
Opie has never been a chatterbox to begin with, and he never really puts up much of a fight to finish whatever he was trying to say.
You can feel that his body is tense for a moment, but the second he realizes that you’re very kindly letting him know he should drop whatever the current topic was, he relaxes into it immediately.
He’s never won an argument against you yet and he knows it’s certainly not going to start in that moment, so instead of fighting it he’ll just scoop you up and carry you off.
Later on, when everything is said and done, he’ll tell you, “We do gotta talk about it eventually, you know.” And you nod in response, “Yea, eventually.”
Juice:
Catches him off-guard every single time, no matter how many times you do it. Which is...a lot.
It’s the best way you’ve figured out so far to keep him from spiraling too far when he’s rambling. It’s not a permanent fix, but a good temporary distraction.
You always cup his face in both your hands as you do it, and it always takes him a minute to realize what’s going on- he freezes up, eyebrows raised and the whole nine yards.
But it’s you. And he thinks about the fact that it’s you and then that thought is the only one in his head.
When you pull your lips away form his, there’s always a slightly dazed look in his eyes and a small smile tugging at his lips. He’ll let out a nervous, sometimes slightly embarrassed chuckle as he tells you, “You’re really good at that.” You laugh as you lean in to kiss him again, thumbs tracing his cheeks, “Practice makes perfect.”
Chibs:
He knows every trick in the book, including that one.
It’s not super effective in stopping a discussion or an argument, but he’ll still let you try because the man isn’t going to say no to kissing you.
Even if you break up his sentence multiple times, with multiple kisses, he’ll still continue to forge onwards.
You’ll huff and roll your eyes as you admit defeat. But just to continue to inconvenience him, you’ll continue to kiss him.
“We coulda had this talk done awhile ago, y’know,” he’ll remind you with a shake of his head. You know he’s right but that’s not the point- it’s the principle of the thing. So you just kiss him again.
He’ll make the comment that he always lets you finish what you’re saying when you’re trying to talk, and it takes all of your self-control not to tell him that these types of tactics always work both ways. You don’t want to give him that much power, though, so instead you settle for dragging out discussions in the funnest way you know how.
Happy:
Isn’t used to the tables being turned on him like that.
He’s used that trick with you countless times to try and distract you out of being frustrated with something (especially him), but he didn’t expect to have it used against him.
His annoyance persists, “I was talking.” And you shrug, “I know,” and kiss him again.
Bonus points if you have to pluck the toothpick out of his mouth to do it.
He lets you, even if it’s begrudgingly at first. He might be frustrated but he’s not an idiot, he’s not going to turn down a chance to kiss you. He might not always be the best at initiating affection, but the man never puts up a real fight when you start it.
Even if he tries not to give into it at first, by the end of it he usually forgets what he was originally talking about, and you can safely say that your mission is accomplished.
Tig:
Use this as your method at your own risk because it will never end with just a kiss.
Which realistically is half the reason you do it anyway. Everybody wins.
Sometimes he’ll go off on ridiculous tangents solely because he knows you fully intend to kiss him to shut him up and that’s much more fun for him than him simply just going up to you and kissing you, even though the outcome will be the same.
You’re both aware of the game but that’s what makes it so fun.
What also makes it fun is the fact that when he tries to do it to you, you fight him on it. He always looks so offended and that’s when you give in. It’s fun to just watch him get mad about it for a second.
A+ hands-down most effective way of getting what you want or getting out of any discussion ever.
Kozik:
He should see it coming but never does.
He’s an easily distractible boy and this scenario is no different.
Of all the ways you tell him that he’s getting carried away, or worked up over nothing, it’s truly his favorite.
Whatever thought he was originally in the middle of instantly goes out the window and all he cares about from that second on is kissing you. Which is what you prefer.
When you’re done kissing him and you pull away, you can see it clearly on his face that he’s in a completely different headspace than he was a few moments before.
He’ll chuckle, shake his head, say, “Anyway...” before moving onto the next thing.
Half-Sack:
Shocked and wears it all over his entire face each time.
It’s the same kind of surprised look he has over most of the things that you say and do.
Despite the shock, he always gives in. It only takes him about .2 seconds to do that, too.
He’s never one to put up much of a fight over anything with you, so the second you cup his face and kiss him, he instantly quits while he’s ahead.
He gives you a little smirk afterwards, “I should stop, huh?” You laugh, nodding in agreement, “Yea, you should stop.”
Ezekiel:
Usually too wrapped up in whatever he’s saying to even see it coming.
It’s good for him, though. You’re good for him.
It’s hard to get him out of his own head sometimes, especially if he’s off on a tangent about something, but it’s a trick that pretty much always works.
And if it doesn’t distract him entirely, it is usually enough to make him realize that he needs to check himself a little bit. For a few moments, all he’s thinking about is every single time you’ve kissed him, and it’s nice to get a wave of welcome memories.
He’ll give you a little shake of his head and apologize, and in return you’ll smile, giving him another soft kiss on the lips.
Angel:
Knows it’s coming the second he sees you reaching for his face. And he lets it happen.
He knows it’s the politest way you know how to tell him to shut up. And truthfully, he’s glad you’re doing it that way because it means you aren’t mad.
He’ll shake his head and roll his eyes at you. Sometimes if he wants to be a real pain, he’ll tilt his chin up to make it more difficult for you to get to him, but he always, always gives in.
He tries to be slick about it but you can see the smirk tugging at the edges of his mouth.
Even though he’s more than content to drop the subject, a lot of the time he’ll start talking again just to get you to kiss him again, and that’s an opportunity neither of you will pass up.
Coco:
Makes a valiant effort to not be thrown off from the initial discussion, but usually isn’t successful.
“No, c’mon, ma, I’m serious,” he shakes his head and pulls away from you. You laugh and nod, “Yea, I know. I’m serious too, so c’mere,” and you pull him closer to you.
He’s shaking his head at you up until the very moment that your lips catch his.
Once that happens, though, he realizes that whatever it was, can wait. It’s so much easier to be kissing you than to be mad about something else- there will be time for that later.
He might grumble about it after the fact, but if you try to pull away he’ll always pull you right back in for another.
Bishop:
He’s another one who knows all the tricks, and knows exactly what you’re planning to do the second that you think of it. He can see it in your eyes.
He’ll continue talking though, not wanting to rob you of the opportunity, or rob himself of it, if he’s being honest.
He’s been told a million ways by a million people that he’s gotta ease up, or let things go. But the best, softest way he’s ever encountered is when you kiss him.
It’s not always easy for him to let go of whatever it is that’s bothering him, but he always makes an honest effort. The feeling of your lips against his is a pretty good start at forgetting his frustrations.
He leans into your touch with a slight nod, “Alright, sweetheart, I’m done. Promise,” and he’ll kiss you once more for good measure.
Gilly:
Has yet to figure out that you’re doing it to shut him up.
Truthfully, it’s better for everyone that it stays that way. It insures that it will continue to be an effective tactic.
He always is thrown off a little when you do it, because you usually do it mid-sentence. Sometimes he’ll ask why, or what you’re doing. But if you carry on like everything is normal, it usually has the desired effect and he’ll forget just how frustrated he was about something before you did it.
He’ll look at you, confusion on his face, “What was that for?” You just shrug in response, “Because I love you.” The confusion doesn’t disappear from his face but he always returns the sentiment, “Yea, love you too.”
Taza:
“That’s not always going to work, you know,” he’ll shake his head at you when you pull your lips off of his. You bat your eyelashes at him, cupping the side of his face in your hand, “But it’ll work this time?”
The answer to that question is almost always yes.
You can feel the laughter rumbling in his chest when you kiss him, because he knows exactly what you’re doing and he’s content to let it happen.
It takes a lot for him to get worked up, and usually if you’re kissing him to shut him up it’s because a tangent has gone on for a few beats too long.
He likes the loving hint, though. Even if he gives you a hard time about it.
Riz:
Very earnestly tries to keep making whatever point you’re attempting to distract him from.
“Please, querida, you gotta listen,” he’ll shake his head at you as you continue to try and derail the conversation. “I will,” you reassure him, “later.”
He opens his mouth to try to argue but before he can, you’re kissing him. And for as stubborn of a man as he can be, one thing he’s not going to do is stop kissing you once he’s started.
Even if the discussion picks up again later, it’s always calmer than it was the first time around, and that’s all you really wanted to begin with. And, if you manage to have a little fun in the process, it’s not the worst thing in the world.
Creeper:
You always catch him mid-sentence.
He freezes up for a moment. It takes a second for his brain to switch gears, but once he does he’s all about it.
Frustrations be damned, he’s going to take advantage of every opportunity to give you affection and love that he can, even if it means he’s gotta sidebar whatever is frustrating him at the time.
You love that about him, that even when something is bothering him he can flip that switch for you.
Whatever it was, you always end up circling back to it later. And, when you do, he’ll always shoot you a little smirk and tell you, “Alright you gotta let me get it all out this time, mama.”
Hank:
He will completely forget whatever he was trying to say. His mind goes 110% blank the second you kiss him.
Despite how frustrated he might’ve been only seconds beforehand, he will immediately wrap his arms around you and pull you closer.
He doesn’t usually see it coming, but that doesn’t really matter because whatever was happening before that moment doesn’t matter anymore anyway.
A little while after the fact it usually clicks with him that you did it with the intent to shut him up, and that you have a 100% success rate in doing so. The more he thinks about it, the more he can’t help but to just chuckle and shake his head at you.
Bonus- Nestor:
Doesn’t want to give in but he always does.
Wants to think that he’s too tough for that kind of thing to work on him so easily, and he wants you to think that too, but neither of you are fooled.
It’s a tactic that’s most effective when you catch him between sentences. He’ll be taking a breath before going off on the next tangent and that’s when you make your move.
You feel him sigh in defeat as he gives into you, and it’s a feeling of victory that goes unmatched by anything else in the world.
Even if it doesn’t mean that you won the argument, it means you at least put it off for a little while.
“It’s not fair that you get to do that,” he’ll shake his head at you when you go to catch you breath. It gets you to laugh as you shake your head, “I think it’s more than fair.”
For @rebelwrites Fanfic Friday. I had no idea where I was going with this but here you have it. Thanks for reading 🥰
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Just when you thought your night couldn't get any worse you were told that there were no more rooms left at the motel you had stopped at. You desperately needed fuel but it was getting dark and you knew if you didn't sleep then you were sure to cause an accident, so you decided you would fill up in the morning and that sleep was the best option right now.
The drive so far had been boring. Straight roads with minimal cars and trees for miles. The only company you had was the radio and the odd bird squawking in the sky. It was peaceful but yet you wished that you had some human company.
"Are you sure there are no rooms left? It doesn't even need to have a private bathroom, I'll take anything at this point" you pleaded with the man who was sat behind the desk. Clearly he didn't care about your situation and you knew he wasn't going to help.
Just as you were about to walk out you heard someone clear their throat. "I um... Have a room" the voice said.
"Well good for you, I'm so happy for you" you sarcastically bit back turning around and facing the man. If you had seen him before you wouldn't have decided to make a sarcastic remark. The man looked like he would be able to kill you with one finger. "Sorry, that was rude" you apologized to him. You could feel your face heating up under his gaze and you wanted to turn around and get out of there.
"I should have worded it better, love. I have a room with a spare couch yer more than welcome to use for the night". You eyed the man up and down and your first thought was 'fuck the couch, I'll take the bed with you' but on the other hand he looked a bit scary if you were honest, with his greying hair, scarred cheeks -which you just wanted to run your fingers over- the black leather jacket.
You thought for a minute. You really did need the rest and would it be so bad if you got murdered by someone as hot as him? "If you're sure, that would be great" you cringed at the small talk and shook your head. You really needed to communicate with men more often.
"The names Chibs. Filip." Chibs extended his hand and you latched onto it.
"Nice to meet you James Bond. I'm Y/N." Chibs smirked and you found yourself smiling back at him.
Chibs gestured for your handbag and you looked at him with your eyebrows raised. "I'm not robbing ye, I'm offering to carry it for ye". You handed the bag over and he slung it over his shoulder. "Follow me" You did as you were told - rather easily - and followed Chibs up a couple of flights of stairs.
You followed him to room number 14 and he opened the door gesturing for you to go in first. It was a decent sized room with a mini fridge, a double bed, the couch you were promised, a wardrobe, a bathroom and some tea and coffee facilities. Chibs placed your bag down on the couch and muttered a "make yerself at home" as he flicked the kettle on. You watched him move around the room with ease as he took his boots off and shrugged his jacket off his shoulders.
"So, what brings a pretty lass like yerself out this way?"
"I'm on my way to Charming. It's this small town with friendly people apparently, I'm starting a new job there actually". You found yourself rambling.
"Very friendly people in Charming" Chibs laughed. "I'm one o' them".
"What are you doing here then, instead of there?"
"Just on the way back from a job. Needed somewhere to sleep for the night. The motel is full because there were a few of us on the job".
"So you're the reason I couldn't get a room!" You jokingly accused him.
"It looks like you have a room to me, darlin'." There was that smirk again.
You yawned and Chibs took that as his cue to leave you in peace. "Change of plan. I'll take the couch, you have the bed".
"That's kind of you, but no thanks, I'm more than happy with the couch".
"Ye sure?" You nodded. "Right, well if ye need anything i'll just be over there" he pointed to the bed in the corner.
You nodded once more. "Thank you". You went into the bathroom and got changed into a t-shirt and some joggers, brushed your teeth and headed to the couch. You glanced at Chibs who was looking at you smiling. You threw him a smile back and lay down, wrapping yourself under the blanket that Chibs kindly gave you.
You awoke to the light breaking through the blinds and illuminating the whole room. You rubbed your eyes and stretched out, sighing with pleasure. It took you a few seconds to register where you were and then you remembered. Motel. Chibs. Couch. You glanced over to the bed and saw Chibs was still soundly asleep, sprawled out, mouth open, snoring slightly. Before you knew what you were doing you had your phone out and you snapped a picture of him.
He looked too peaceful to wake up so you grabbed some tissue from the bathroom and a pen from your bag and scrawled a quick note. "Sorry to leave so early, but the early bird catches the worm. Thanks for the couch, you're a life saver".
You left it on the pillow and slipped quietly out the room. As you left you felt yourself missing his company already. You shook your head and reminded yourself you knew nothing about the man you just shared a room with.
Request by @megantelford: What about Chibs’ old lady gets his crow for a surprise birthday present?
Warnings: language, alcohol
Word Count: 1.8k
A/N: A fun little somethin’ for our Chibby boy! Hope you enjoy it! xo
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