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violentdelightsandviolentends · 7 months

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

Teach Me How to Ride.

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

Pairing - Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Female Reader

Warnings - smut. cursing. age gap.

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 1k

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

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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.

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kdogreads · 11 months

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Imagine taking in the Teller boys with Chibs

SPOILERS FOR SEAON 7 BELOW THE CUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Warnings: death mentioned, angst, hurt/comfort, pretty detailed description of grief

AN: This little fic takes place in the same canon as my other Chibs imagine. I just love Chibby and his Dove🥹💕 Check out my masterlist for more Chibs and other self-indulging fics. Thank you for reading :)

The two of you had long been known affectionately as Uncle Chibs and Aunt Dove, after his nickname for you. In fact, most of the club had adopted the name “Dove” for you, not that you minded in the slightest. It was an affectionate name that described perfectly your roll among the guys.

After Tara, you and Chibs stepped up to help Jax with the boys as much as you possibly could. They stayed at your house most nights, you helped explain what happened and where Mommy went to Abel, and you tried to keep their schedules as routine as possible. It was so hard to comfort Thomas when you knew all he wanted was his mom, but you did the best you could, often with tears streaming down your face, too.

Filip held you late into the night after you’d finally gotten the boys to sleep. So many feelings raged through his mind as he rocked you gently; fear for what would happen next, anger that he couldn’t take away the pain from all of you, despair that these sweet boys had to grow up without their mom, guilt for the weight of this you’d taken on, uncertainty about just how you two would figure all this out. It all culminated in his chest as his heart pounded against your tear-stained cheek.

“We’re gonna figure out how to do this, baby,” You’d whisper to him, clinging to his strong arms for dear life as he held you impossibly close to him. You weren’t sure who you were trying to convince more, you or him.

“Aye, my love, we will,” He’d speak into the top of your head after a moment, planting kisses to separate his thoughts, “We will.”

You’d sit with your legs draped over Filip’s in your shared bed, the place you’d often find comfort in one another at the end of another hard day. His thick biceps caged your body in, one hand held your torso close to him while the other rubbed warm circles into your hip. He’d rock you slightly every now and then, kissing your forehead as his protective hold sways you softly into a place where you almost believed yourselves. He holds you this way for hours sometimes, as long as he can, trying desperately to reassure each other of your combined resiliency.

———

Jax’s death nearly broke Chibs. He loved him like his own blood. Though you both were hurting, you held Filip more often than not during these days. Your own pain feeling futile when you see the pain in his eyes, breaking your heart into pieces every damn time.

You’d climb into bed and straddle his broad thighs, wrapping him up as wholly as you could with your body. Your fingers tangled in his hair, raking over his scalp as if you were trying to pull the hurt straight from his mind. Filip’s head lay flush against your shoulder, face tucked into your neck, hands clinging around your waist as tightly as he could muster. He’d breathe in your scent deeply, feeling a wave of your love wash over him every time. You alternate massaging his head with your fingertips and rubbing comforting circles over the broad expanse of his back, trying carefully to piece him back together.

“We’re gonna make it, honey,” You coo into his ear, stroking his hair gently.

He nuzzled further into your neck, pecking soft kisses into your skin that’s been salted with both of your tears.

“Because yer here wi’ me, Dove,” His head lifts to meet your soft gaze, hands moving to the sides of your face, “You ‘n’ me, my angel.”

———

In the following months, you start to fall into a relatively normal routine. You wake up first and quickly ready yourself for the morning before heading to the kitchen to start the coffee pot. It’s a rare few minutes of quiet before you hear Thomas start to stir in his room. He’s big enough now that he usually meets you in the kitchen, little feet padding down the hallway, always ready to ask what you were doing for the day.

Today was no different than normal. You heard his quiet little steps heading towards you, just like every day before. You smiled behind your mug as he got closer to your spot at the small table in the kitchen, ready to acted surprised to see him like you always did. Something happened next, something new to this sunny Charming morning, that you could not have ever been less prepared for.

“Mama?”

Thomas’ sweet little voice echoed to your bones. Your heart sank as he came into your view. You were ready to face the disappointment of a confused little boy.

He rounded the corner into the kitchen and met your worried gaze. A smile spread across his sleepy face.

“Mama.”

He visibly relaxed as he recognized you sitting in the same spot you always were. Excitedly, he clamored into your lap and hugged you around your neck. It was only then you noticed Filip standing in the doorway holding a still-sleepy Abel, looking just as shocked as you knew you must have.

Thomas settled happily into your lap and began playing with a few small toys left on the table. None of you spoke until Abel broke the silence.

“You’re our second mama, right Aunt Dovey?” He looked at you while rubbing his sleep-filled eyes, still clinging onto Filip’s worn black sleep shirt, “And Uncle Chibby is our second daddy?”

You just stared at his sweet face, trying to come up with an answer that made sense in this crazy, instinct-driven life you’d been thrown into. You stumbled over your words as you grasped at the thoughts running through your head.

“Aye, laddie,” Filip chimed in, reassuringly meeting your gaze before turning his head to face Abel, “But it does’na matter what you and yer brother call us. So long as ya know we’ll always be here for you boys. Okay, love?”

Filip brushed a thumb over Abel’s cheek, lovingly reminding him he meant everything he said. Abel simply nodded before wiggling out of Filip’s grasp and beckoning Thomas to come play with him in the living room. He was satisfied with that answer, for now anyway, and walked away from what was a life-altering moment for you like it was just another normal morning for him.

“Oh, love,” Filip stepped towards you as the tears you’d been holding in started to flow down your cheeks. You stood up and accepted his embrace, clinging to his sturdy frame as the reality of your new life shifted from feeling like a sentence to a blessing, all in one moment.

“I love you, baby,” You breathed into his chest, “I love us.”

“I love you, my Dove,” He requited as he moved to caress the sides of your face, “I love this life we’ve chosen.”

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drabbles-mc · 2 years

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Enjoy Yourself

Chibs Telford x F!Reader

Request by @1witch-hybrid1: you and chibs are at a club party and a slow song just came on (preferably 'you make it easy' by Justin Aldean) and you guys just start to slow dance and it just goes on

Warnings: 18+, alcohol, fluffiness

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I did tweak this just a little bit, but I hope you still enjoy it! Also, as much as I love me some Jason Aldean, I didn’t mention any songs specifically just for the sake of people being able to sort of picture what they want. Chibs is one character that I always get anxious about writing so I hope this came out okay!

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It had been a relatively tame night at the clubhouse, as far as clubhouse nights go. It was a somewhat reasonable hour still when all the guys had either gone home or stumbled off to their dorms. It was a rarity, and you were going to take advantage of it while you could. You switched the music over to your own playlist, wanting a break from the music that had been pounding into your skull all night. It was fitting when everyone was there and partying, but when it was just you trying to clean up after the fact, you wanted something a little different to help you start to wind down.

Garbage bag in hand, you started making your way around and collecting up the scattered cans and bottles around the clubhouse. Parties may have been extenuating circumstances, but the fact that hardly any of these men seemed capable of finding a garbage can all night made you wonder what state their houses were in. Shaking your head to dispel the thoughts, you let your mind finally start to slow down for the first time all night. Cleaning wasn’t your favorite part of the night, but it was one of the easiest parts.

You were humming along, nodding your head to the beat as you picked up a few more empty beer bottles. You were too in your own zone to notice the fact that someone walked out from back hall. Chibs moseyed out from the hallway that joined the clubhouse to all of the dorms. He’d originally just been coming out to get himself a bottle of water to try and balance out everything else from the night. He hadn’t been expecting the softer music, or you. He moved quietly to the kitchen to get a drink, not wanting to disturb you.

The sound of the refrigerator closing was what clued you in to someone else being there. Turning around, you couldn’t help but be a little surprised to see Chibs standing in the doorway watching you. You could see the tiredness in his features, but he was still smiling at you nonetheless.

“Thought you’d be asleep by now,” you joked as you tossed one more bottle into the bag in your hand.

“And I thought you’d be home,” shifting off the doorframe, he walked closer to you.

You laughed, your face already getting warm from the small handful of words shared between you. You shook your head as you tied off and dropped the bag in your hand, sitting on the arm of the couch as he walked closer to you.

“Some of us can’t just take off whenever we feel like it,” your smile was tired but genuine.

“You ever really want to take off that bad?” there was a knowing smirk on his face.

You rolled your eyes, “Believe it or not, sometimes I would love to be home in bed buried underneath as many blankets as possible.”

He stopped right in front of you, much closer than the two of you had ever been, especially when you were alone. The more you thought about it, the more you realized that you weren’t sure if the two of you had really ever been alone before, not like this anyway. There was always so many people around. Not now, though. And as you looked up at him from your sitting position, all the feelings bubbling in your chest were reinforcing that fact. He wasn’t even touching you yet but your heart was thudding in your chest, wondering what he was thinking, what was going to happen next.

“Leave now then,” he nodded towards the door but his eyes stayed fixed on you, “Promise I won’t tell on ya.”

You laughed and shook your head, “Not that I don’t appreciate that, but I might as well finish what I started.”

“C’mon,” he held his hand out for you to take, “take a break, then.”

You chuckled, trying not to come off as jittery as you felt as his hand wrapped around yours, “And do what?”

“Enjoy yourself,” he pulled you off the couch and nearly flush against him, “for once.”

You laughed, hating how breathless you sounded from nothing, “I enjoy myself plenty, thank you very much.”

He raised one eyebrow, clearly not believing a single word you said, “Don’t gotta lie to me, love.”

You were fairly certain that if he held eye contact with you any longer you were going to melt directly into the floor, “Got a more enjoyable way for me to spend my time at this hour, then?”

His lips curled into a smile as he tugged you closer, erasing what little distance was left between you, “Sure.”

You weren’t able to stifle the giggle that slipped past your lips as he slipped his arms around your waist, one hand resting flat against the small of your back to keep you pressed against him. Following his lead, you draped your arms over his shoulders, hands interlocking behind his neck. You’d never thought of Chibs as much of a dancer, and you’d thought of him plenty, but the way he so easily pulled you in had you rethinking some things.

As if he could read your mind, he asked, “What?”

You laughed nervously, shaking your head, “Didn’t have you pegged as the whisking girls off to dance in the middle of the night type, I guess.”

“Why’s that?” the tiny smile tugging at the edges of his mouth was making your heart flutter.

“I, uh,” your eyes dropped to the floor, finding it hard to focus on trying to have any semblance of rhythm while also looking at him and carrying on any kind of conversation, “I don’t know.”

He chuckled, “Would’ve asked you sooner if I got the chance to.”

That got you to look back up at him, “Yea?”

He nodded, “See you dancing by yerself behind the bar all the time when you work.”

Your face felt like it was on fire, “Didn’t think any of you guys paid attention.”

“I do.”

You weren’t even aware of what you were doing as you started to nervously play with the ends of his hair. You idly twirled the locks at the nape of his neck, just needing something to fidget with, and he could tell by the look in your eyes that you didn’t realize that you were doing it. He wasn’t upset about it, wasn’t going to mention it to you in fear that you’d stop. Neither of you said anything after that, the only noise in the clubhouse now was the sound of your music.

As the seconds stretched into minutes, you expected it to get awkward, uncomfortable, but it didn’t. Much to your surprise, you found yourself easing into him, resting against him as the two of you swayed. Every now and then you’d feel his thumb going back and forth against the small of your back. Even with the butterflies in your stomach, being held that closely and gently by Chibs felt comfortable, felt right. There were a couple times when you wanted to say something, but you didn’t want to ruin the moment.

The song started to fade out, and as the next one began to play, Chibs leaned back to be able to get a better look at you. There was a hint of a smile on his face, “Not a bad break, right?”

Your laugh was soft, “Not bad at all. In fact,” you slid your hands so that they rested on his shoulders, “I have time for one more if you do.”

He chuckled, “’Course I do.”

Taking one of your hands in his own, he stepped back away from you. Confusion crossed your face for a moment as he put the distance between you. It disappeared quickly, however, when a smile broke out across his face and he gave you a twirl before pulling you right back into him again. Laughing, you melted right back into him, hands resting lightly on the sides of his neck.

“Chibs?”

“Yea?”

You smiled, thumbs gently moving along the side of his neck, “Thank you.”

“No,” he smiled as he shook his head, “I should be thankin’ you.”

You laughed, “For what?”

“Lettin’ a guy like me,” he moved one hand up so it was cupping the side of your face, “dance with a beautiful lass like you.”

You tried to laugh but it came out soft, breathless as heat flared up in your face, “Chibs…” your voice trailed off, not really sure what you wanted to say next.

Your eyes dropped to the floor and Chibs immediately stopped swaying with you. Tilting your chin so you were forced to look at him, he said, “What is it?”

“Nothing,” you wanted to look away but you couldn’t. You were fairly certain that he could hear the pounding of your heartbeat.

“’s not a crime to enjoy yourself, y’know.”

You managed a smile despite your nerves creeping back in, “I know.”

“Alright,” there was a hint of a smirk on his face.

You tried not to think yourself out of a good thing, “Spin me again?”

He laughed nodding, “Of course.”

You laughed as he gave you another twirl, the action coming to him so easily. When he pulled you back to him, there was a long pause as the two of you looked at each other, smiles on both your faces. He was waiting to see what your next move would be, and if you were being honest with yourself, you were wondering that too.

You didn’t know when you were going to have the opportunity again, so before you could try and think better of it, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. It was soft, and over almost as soon as it started. But you did it. Pulling back, you looked to see his reaction, relief flooding through you when you saw him smiling.

“C’mere,” there was a tinge of humor in his voice as he pulled you back in for another, longer kiss.

You couldn’t help the laughter that was bubbling in your chest, reveling in the feeling of his arms wrapping tighter around you. Your hands were still cupping both sides of his face when you pulled your lips off of his. You smiled, “Should’ve asked me for a dance a long time ago.”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “Oh yea?”

You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip for a moment, “Yea.”

Pressing another quick peck to your lips, he said, “Gotta make up for it, then.”

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theangelssing · 3 months

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Good Evening

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Never, babe.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah no prob’ I’ll do it.”

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

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

“What d’ya wanna watch?” Chibs asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” you asked.

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

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

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komotionlessqueenmm · 2 years

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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.

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years

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Mmm-mmm-mmmm! New prompt list! I LOVE IT!! Let's try....Person B sees a little kid with similar hair to A and wants a similar haired baby with person A. Fluff with Chibs. 😍

I really like this one!

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Little Arms, Big Bottles.

Contains: Fluff

394 words

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Chibs has a sudden realisation when he goes to the store

Chibs knew he shouldn't walk into the hair care aisle, all you needed was bread, milk and fish for dinner, but he couldn't help himself, he loved the way you smiled at him when he brought you something. As Chibs rounded the corner, he met a familiar face. Ella was a stern woman in her mid thirties, fair and kind but to the point.

He had first met her in this aisle, looking for a hair mask to brighten up a bad week. However, he was lost when he stopped but the shelves and shelves jars and bottles. After a very brief chat, Ella had pointed out what he should buy and Chibs left a happy man. Today Ella was here with her daughter who Chibs had heard of but never met. She was a cute kid, no taller than his knee.

Chibs smiled at Ella and returned to his task, staring at the jars and thinking of what to buy. "excuse me Mr." There was a tiny tap on his leg as he stepped aside. The little girl reached up on her tippytoes, unable to reach bottles. Chibs reached up and handed her the shampoo and she tucked it under her arm, "other one please." Chibs did his best to hold back the smile as he gave her the conditioner.

The bottles were huge in her tiny arms but she waddled back to her mother nevertheless. Then suddenly, Chibs wasn't in the store, he was sitting behind a faceless child doing her hair while you sat on the corner of the bath and watched. Then he was wrapping her curls around his fingers while she looked up at him. Another vision flashed by his eyes, a little boy in a dinosaur shirt, with a tuff of curls on top of his head, running towards Chibs, calling him daddy.

By the time Chibs came back to his senses, his basket was full, by the time he came home to you, he had spent two day's wage buying you stuff for your hair. When he entered the door, your eyes went wide, "Philp, what's all this for?"

He smiled, "I want to have a baby with you."

You blinked, "what?"

He took a deep breath, "I want a baby with you."

You shook your head, "we'll talk about that after you put everything away."

Fin

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denim-devil · 1 year

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Sons Of Anarchy | MASTERLIST

KEY:

Smut - 💌

Angst - 💧

Fluff - 🍬

Jax Teller

Sweet, with a mean streak 💌 - coming soon

Cigarette Daydream 💌 - coming soon

Chibs Telfort

Juice Ortiz

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charminggirl512 · 2 years

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sunday morning // chibs telford x oc

Chibs Telford x F!OC

Warnings: talk of pregnancy, children

Word Count: 1,089

A/N: 5 words: Chibs. In. A. Frilly. Apron.

There was no warm body next to me in bed when I startled myself awake after a bad dream. The sheets were cold and Chibs' scent just barely lingered in the air. I climbed out of our bed, grabbed one of his SAMCRO sweatshirts off the dresser, and slid it over my panty-clad body. I put on some wool socks to protect my feet from the cold hardwood before walking into the kitchen, searching for my husband. I breathe a sigh of relief when the smell of coffee hits me and I can distinctly hear Killian's laughter. There were some mornings when I woke up not knowing where Chibs was and those days were the most difficult. I would pace back and forth for hours until I got a text from him or one of his brothers telling me where they were or what they were doing.

I do my best to keep quiet as I tiptoe into the kitchen. The three of them are at the stove, cooking bacon and flipping pancakes. Chibs is wearing the baby carrier that most men would hate to wear, but he doesn't mind, and I love the sight of my overly masculine husband with little Declan strapped to his chest. He turns and I see that not only is he wearing a baby carrier, but he's also wearing a frilly pink apron under the carrier. My laugh alerts Killian to my presence and he comes running over, tackling my legs to the point where I have to grab the wall for support.

"Good morning, little one. Are you and your Da making breakfast for us?" He nods into my legs, his dark shaking as he does so. "Did you sleep well, little lad?" He nods again.

"Try and use your words, son," Chibs chastises over his shoulder and turns around to flip another golden pancake.

"I had a dream that I had a baby sister," Killian finally says quietly. He's always been quiet and a little shy, even with Chibs and me. It took him a little bit to relax in situations, but we weren't worried about him. He got along well with others and absolutely adored his little brother.

"Oh, did you? Did you think it was a good dream or a bad dream?" He finally shows me his little blue eyes that were the perfect reflection of my own. He looked like Chibs more than me, but his eyes were mine through and through.

"It was a nightmare. No more screaming babies," He says firmly and Chibs and I both can't hold back our laughter.

"We'll see about that, lad. No promises," Chibs replies and shoots me a cheeky grin. Declan was only a few months old but Chibs was already begging to get me pregnant again. I think it's because I'm easier to subdue while pregnant, but he says it's because he thinks I'm most beautiful when I'm swollen with his babies.

Killian sends his Da a glare before heading into the living room to play with his cars. I finally get the opportunity to go over to my husband and I wrap my arms around him. He sets down his spatula to wrap his arms around my waist, gripping my ass through my sweatshirt. Getting on my tiptoes, I first press a kiss to each of his scars before gently pressing my lips to his. Usually, when we woke up in the mornings, he would do the same to my scars, but he must have done it in my sleep this morning.

"Good morning, my little lamb," He says softly against my lips.

"Mm, good morning, baby," I answer and attempt to give him another kiss, but a little cry between us stops me. "Good morning, my little angel. You want to come see your Ma?"

Declan lets out a coo and my heart warms just a little more. I unstrap him from Chibs' chest before holding him against my own. I rock him back and forth, pressing kisses to the top of his head. He nuzzles into my neck before beginning to smack my boobs, his signal that he's hungry which, if I'm not quick enough, is usually quickly followed by a scream that really tells me he's hungry.

I pull up my sweatshirt and he latches on with no issues. I unconsciously begin to rock back and forth as Chibs continues to cook breakfast, chatting with me about how his day was yesterday because we didn't get to talk much before bed last night.

"You know, you're really distracting, lass," He says, interrupting his own train of thought.

"What do you mean?"

"You're wearing my sweatshirt with almost nothing underneath and feeding our son with your tits out. It's any caveman's wet dream." I roll my eyes at him. He's never sexualized my breastfeeding, but he will absolutely sexualize my tits at any chance he can get. He's obsessed with them, constantly staring at them and touching them at any opportunity.

"Well, you're any housewife's wet dream with that frilly little apron on. It would only be better if there was nothing else underneath it." As soon as I've said it, I know that I've made a grave mistake. Chibs has no issues making a fool of himself if he knows that I'll find it attractive. The man once let me put his hair in a baby man-bun so that I could see his face better while he went down on me. No shame ever.

"I'm sure we can arrange that, lamb," He says with a smirk before turning back to the stove. He turns it off and calls Killian into the breakfast nook so that we can all eat together. We all make our plates before settling in at the table. Chibs holds his fork in one hand and places his other hand on my thigh while I continue feeding Declan and begin to feed myself.

This domesticity is what makes all of the craziness worth it. These little pockets of peace show me that Chibs is more than just a brother of SAMCRO; he's a loving husband and father who wakes up early, despite having a long night, and makes breakfast so that his wife can sleep in. He's the man that tries to help his son fight his shyness, while still being supportive. He's the man that wears an apron and still flirts with me despite being married for almost four years. He's the man that doesn't know that he's about to be a father of three.

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 7 months

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a whiskey with jax teller pleaseeee just him being a little shit during a hot sex bc hes jax ofc theres so little writing about him and yours is fuckin phenomenal <33

Relentless.

warnings - smut. cursing. jax and his filthy mouth.

you're so lovely - thank you!! this man's middle name is mischief. I just know he'd be a fuckin menace in bed.

3k celebration post here. 3k masterlist here.

"Shhh darlin'. You don't want them to hear, do you?"

You wish he'd thought about that before he'd linked his fingers with yours and led you through the clubhouse, whispering something about having to have you now.

"This was- fuck- your idea, Jax," you pant, gripping the sheets beneath you.

He's got you practically folded in half, his body cloaking yours, weight pressing you down. He keeps tilting your chin up to look at him, slapping your cheek gently when you close your eyes. He wants to be your sole focus.

Little does he know, he always is.

"Oh, come on. Like you didn't want it as bad as I did."

He has this tone, when he's fucking you. It's low and it's menacing and it's rough around the edges. It's lethal.

He punctuates his words with a particularly deep thrust of his hips, a surprised moan leaving your lips before you can stop it.

"You wanna get us caught? Huh?"

He thinks he feels you tighten around him, so he tests his theory.

"Or maybe that is what you want. I see the way you look at Chibs, honey. Do you want him to hear? Come and see what all the noise is about? Join in, maybe?"

You clench down, back arching at his dirty stream of thoughts. He chuckles, getting the exact reaction he wanted.

"Filthy fuckin' girl. You want your president and your vice president to fuck you together? At the same time? Talk about club bonding, huh?"

Jax grips your chin in between his fingers, forcing you to look at him. His hips never cease their relentless rhythm, stars floating in your vision. You open your mouth, and he spits right into it, winking when you swallow.

His other hand moves to your throat, gripping lightly. The man knows how to play you like an instrument.

"Come on, baby. I wanna hear them, all the dirty little fantasies in that pretty little head of yours. Or maybe it's not Chibs? Who is it then, hmm? Juice? Happy?"

You choke out a whine, and he laughs, dark and mischievous.

"Fuck, you're squeezin' me so tight. It's one of them, isn't it? Which one, honey?"

You shake your head, tears forming at your lash line.

"Oh, I know. How about all of them? All four of us, passing you around, taking turns. How's that sound? Is that what you want, dirty girl?"

The thought sends you right over the edge, gasping for air as the heat licks up your spine. Your end is Jax's too, the low groan he releases vibrating both of your bones. He collapses on top of you, the two of you panting.

"You're relentless," you laugh, catching your breath.

"It's one of the reasons you love me so much," he chuckles, kissing you softly. "That, and the fact I have hot brothers."

"You're right about one of those things," you tease, squealing when he pinches your sides.

A knock on the door startles you both.

"Jackie boy, we have some business we need to attend to. That is, if you're not... preoccupied."

The familiar Scottish accent sends heat rushing to your skin. Jax notices.

"Be there in a minute, VP!"

You hear Chibs' footsteps as he leaves, breathing a sigh of relief.

"So it was Chibs, huh?"

"Like I said," you chide jokingly, smacking him on the shoulder. "Fucking relentless."

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kdogreads · 11 months

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My Savior

Chibs Telford x reader (minors DNI)

Warnings: implied kidnapping, injuries described, disassociation due to trauma, death (only the bad guys), nothing too graphic overall but please be gentle to yourself and skip this one if it will make you uncomfortable ❤️

AN: idk why I am so in my feels lately but I just love this man 😭

Check out my masterlist for more Chibs content 😍

Your head hung low as the fatigue of hunger, exhaustion, and fear weighed on your body. There was commotion outside the bolted door to your back and you prepared for more abuse to ravage your body and mind. You shut your eyes and willed yourself to go somewhere else in your mind, anywhere else.

You floated to an unlikely oasis, the Sons’ clubhouse. The smells flooded your senses: booze, cigarettes, weed, even the slight fragrance of sex brought you comfort, silly as it was, because it smelled like safety to you. You tried to place yourself at the bar top, surrounded by the laughter, arguing, chatting of the guys. Next to you and all around you, like a blanket of safety, you felt his arms around your waist, hands pressing into the small of your back in a comforting embrace; Filip.

Baby, you heard in your head, his voice washing over you like a summer breeze.

Baby.

“Christ, baby. Come back to me, love, please,” A desperate plea caused you to tense your body, “I’m gonna take ya home, lass, come on.” The familiar accent you loved so much sounded like it was right in front of your battered face.

You fluttered your eyes open, daring to leave your dreamscape just for the slim chance your mind wasn’t lying to you.

“There ya are, love, tha’s it,” You shuddered as a calloused, gentle hand brushed against your cheek, “Oh, lass, ‘m so sorry, my love. Come on, I’m gettin’ you outta here.”

You started to believe what you were seeing, close enough for you to touch. He was here.

Your Filip was here, right in front of you, reaching out to hold you, to wrap you in that warm embrace you so desperately willed yourself to imagine.

“Filip?” You croaked, your voice breaking as the realization finally sank in that he found you. He saved you.

“Aye, M'annsachd (my blessing), ‘m here,” He cooed to you, staring deep into your bruised eyes as you reached out to cling to the black cotton of his plain sweatshirt, “Put yer arms around me, lass. Come on.”

You did as he said, not thinking, just giving yourself over wholly to Filip, your savior.

He slid one arm around your back and the other under your bent knees, grasping you as gently as he could as to not cause you any more pain. Like you weighed nothing at all, he lifted you from the cold, hard concrete you’d lived on for god knows how many hours, maybe days. Exhausted and relieved beyond measure, your head fell to his broad shoulder as you slipped back and forth between awareness and unconsciousness.

You felt the heaviness of the room change as Filip carried you through the doorway, into one hallway, and turning down another.

“Oh Christ, sweetheart,” Another familiar voice filled your ears; Tig. “Is she alright?”

“Aye, for now. Let’s go,” Filip answered as you felt Tig’s hand brush over your hair affectionately.

Your eyes fluttered open and shut as Filip carried you through some rooms and up a flight or two of stairs. You caught a glimpse of who you could only assume used to be your captors. Their bodies slumped in an unnatural way, blood dripping down the wall behind them. Filip would tell you what they’d done to them if you asked, but you decided right then that you didn’t care. All that mattered is they found you, and those monsters got what they deserved.

A heavy door swung open and you felt the warmth of the sunshine beaming onto your skin for the first time in days. It washed a relief onto you that was only amplified when you saw the faces of more of the guys fleeting past you. Bobby, Opie, Jax, Happy, and Juice came into your view as Chibs kept walking towards the van, each with a look of despair or sympathy on their faces. Half-Sack sat up in the driver’s seat and turned the engine over as you got closer, his eyes widened.

You knew you must be looking worse for wear, but it must be worse than you thought given the looks each of the men gave you.

Filip settled you into his lap as the guys filed into the van and headed off towards home. Your bones began to ache as the shock wore off and the reality of your condition set in.

“Sleep, lass. We’ll get you home,” Chibs cooed into your ear, his hand brushing over your bloodied hair in the most comforting touch you’d ever felt.

You weren’t sure how long you were in the van, but you heard murmurs here and there as you faded in and out of sleep.

“Aye, she’ll be alrigh’, she’s gonna need all of us to get through it,” Filip spoke quietly during one of your short periods of awareness.

“We’re here both of you, brother,” Jax responded first.

“For anything, bro,” Bobby added warmly.

A chorus of mmhmm’s and yep’s followed the sentiments, undoubtedly accompanied by nods.

The next several hours went by in a blur. You were vaguely aware of the familiar voices coming and going, offering sweet encouragement and reassurances. You lost count of everyone who was there, but you made a note to thank every one of them for being there for you.

When you finally came to for more than a moment, the comfortable weight of a broad, calloused hand in yours pulled you fully into the waking world.

“Baby?” You croaked as best you could, throat dry from being under for so long.

“There’s my girl,” Filip smiled as he brought your hand to his lips, “Back wi’ the livin’”

“Thanks to you, Filip,” You weakly reached for his face, fingers gliding through the scruff on his chin, “You saved me.”

He leaned into your touch, pressing another sweet kiss to your knuckles, careful not to pressure on the bruises blossoming there.

“Aye, lass, maybe so,” He stood up to wrap you in his arms as best as he could over the rails of the hospital bed, “But you saved me long, long ago just by bein’ you, my angel.”

#chibs imagine #chibs #soa chibs #chibs sons of anarchy #chibs telford x reader #chibs telford #chibs x reader #chibs smut #kdogreads #soa imagine #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy headcanon #chibs fluff #chibs telford imagine #jax teller #tig trager

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enretrogue · 3 months

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𝗝𝗔𝗡𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟮)

༝༚༝༚ = Black/POC Works ⎢ 24’ Fic Rec M.List

ONE CHICAGO:

Connor Rhodes

Mine — @halsteadlover

Dream Partners — @sjhhemmings

Comfortable — @kiddbegins

Babysitting 101 — @iamwhoami

Emergency Love — @callsign-dexter

Plan — @lcvesjj

Jay Halstead

Kiss It, Kiss It Better Baby — @halsteadlover

Haunted — ^

Night Struggles — ^

Our Little Family — ^

A New Milestone — ^

Under Fire — ^

Shadows From the Past — ^

“Ladies love a guys who’s good with kids” ⎢ Part 2 — @poppadom0912

Uncle and Niece (Platonic) — ^

Love on Ice — ^

30 Hours — @dandelionfairyyy

Halstead’s Favorite Duo — @ballarkeselection

Exciting — @fangirlfrom-hell

CPD Gala — @hereforhalstead

Home — @deanstead

The Way You Are — @loislane41319

PEAKY BLINDERS:

Alfie Solomons

Interviews for New Beginnings: Part 7 — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Request 24 — @fandom-puff

Living with Alfie Solomons — @heavencanbeaprisontoo

The Silent Treatment — @warnersister

Luca Changretta

Living with Luca HCs — @heavencanbeaprisontoo

Thomas Shelby

Me Time — @garrison-girl-08

Daddy’s Princess — ^

Tommy Convincing His Wife to Stop Being Angry — @wutheringcaterpillar

Of Bending and Breaking — @call-sign-shark

Mr. Forgettable — @mrkdvidal1989

Time After Time Chapter 14 — @all-mirth-no-matter

Wedding Day — @cillianthinker

When She Laughs, The Heavens Hum a Stun Gun Lullaby — @saintmuses

SONS OF ANARCHY:

Filip “Chibs” Telford

The Last to Know — @kdogreads

Imagine Being Chibs’ Old Lady ⎢ Part 2 — ^

Imagine Taking In the Teller Boys With Chibs — ^

Very Soon — ^

My Dove — ^

Ruin — @bullet-prooflove

No Words — ^

Teach Me How to Ride — @violentdelightsandviolentends

Pussyfooting — @indifferent-depravity

Happy Lowman

Violent Little Thing — @fanficimagery

Your Family Disapproving of Happy — @imagineredwood

Angst to Fluff Prompts — @ravennaortiz

Flash Fic Request — @withmyteeth

Cocoa Wars — @darqchilddaydreamz

Miss Me — @marvelous-slut

Just for Today — @obsessedasusual

Jackson “Jax” Teller

Relentless — @violentdelightsandviolentends

Heatwave — ^

Insomnia — @spaghettificationandpretzels

You Aren’t Meant to Be Back Until Christmas Eve — @rebelwrites

Only Mine — @thisreadswhatever

Fluff Prompt — @youvebeenlivingfictional

I’m Sorry — @pumpkin-writes

Rescued — @garbinge

Harry “Opie” Winston

Nowhere to Be — @drabbles-mc

Stolen Sweater — @i'm-just-a-mississippi-girl

Good Honest Work — @spaghettificationandpretzels

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somethinginthewayiam · 1 year

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Masterlist

last updated on 05/19/2023

Henry Cavill Masterlist

Bold stories or chapters are SMUT/NSFW

Chibs Telford (Sons of Anarchy)

Chibs x plus-size reader (18+ throught, minors DNI!!)

A new job

Boys will be boys

Party at the clubhouse

Late night

Aftermath

Dress-up

Dress down

Car troubles

Part of the business

Better offer

Lockdown

A New Home

Maybe baby

Oh so horrible

Sebastian Stan

Sebastian x Anna (OFC) Series

Nightcap

The universe can be a bitch Part 1 Part 2

What happens in New York… Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Requests

Morning kisses (Ben Hardy fluff)

Imagines

You win an Oscar (Ben Hardy fluff)

Joe’s daughter (Joe Mazzello fluff)

BoRap Cast

Unexpectedly expecting (Ben Hardy x reader)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 (unfinished)

Prove it to me (Ben Hardy x plus-size reader)

My new favorite t-shirt (Ben Hardy x plus-size reader)

PRESSing matters (Ben Hardy x reader)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

At the BAFTAs after party (main story)

- Gwil Part

- Joe Part

- Ben Part

Alex Hogh Andersen

Temporary Roommate (Alex x Reader)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

Hvitserk

The gift (Hvitserk x OC x Magrethe)

My AO3 account

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rewritethisstxry · 9 months

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Hello and welcome to my mixed mosh little corner of tumblr. Here I write for a variety of fandoms and characters. Primarily will be featuring drabbles with the occasional longer piece. Headcanons will feature from time to time.

At the time I do NOT consent for my work to be translated or posted anywhere else.

Below you will find some more information on who and what I write.

MINORS DNI. Due to the nature of potential content, only 18 and older are allowed.

Characters || Rules || Masterlist || Slasher/horror writing blog : @slxsherwriter

What I will write:

Angst

Fluff

Smut

Platonic relationships

Alpha/Omega dynamics

What I won’t write:

Snuff

Rape, rape play, non con

Underage

Inc*st

Real person fic

Marvel: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Alexei Shostakov, Peter Parker, Victor Creed, Deacon Frost, Peter Quinn, Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow, Nathan Summers, Eddie Brock, Cletus Kasady, Otto Octavius

DC Universe: Bruce Wayne, Harvey Bullock, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Jonathan Crane, Clark Kent, Arthur Curry

Stranger Things: James Hopper, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers

Stargate Atlantis: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Ronan Dex, Carson Beckett

Sons of Anarchy: Jackson “Jax” Teller, Harry “Opie” Winston, Filip “Chibs” Telford, Juan Carlos “Juice” Ortiz, Lincoln Potter, Galen O'Shay

The Walking Dead: Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh, Negan Smith

What We Do in the Shadows: Nandor the Relentless, Guillermo de la Cruz, Laszlo Cravensworth

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield

Ted Lasso: Ted Lasso, Coach Beard, Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent

Good Omens: Gabriel, Aziraphale, Crowley

Video Games: Connor RK800, CaptainJonathan Price, Simon Ghost Riley, Sniper

Movies: Finn Brody (Godzilla), Raleigh Becket (Pacific Rim), Terry Malone (Black and Blue), Abe Guevara (Point Blank), Bobby O’Neill (The Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard), Guy Clifton (The Crash), Roy Pulver (Boss Level), Sloan (Into the Ashes) Braxton Wolff (The Accountant), Ethan Sawyer (Those Who Wish Me Dead), Bradley James (Grudge Match), Sam Rossi (Sweet Virginia), Mr. McCarthy (Me, Earl, and the Dying Girl), Grady Travis (Fury), Griff (Baby Driver), Adam Frawley (The Town), Buddy (Baby Driver), Clyde Brenek (The Posession), Patrick Sullivan (The Accidental Husband), Harvey Russell (Rampage), Jude Fisher (Peace, Love, and Misunderstanding), Luke Vaughn (Heist), Franklin Clay (The Losers), Max (The Resident), Nicomund the Red/Santa Claus (Violent Night), Doug Dennison (Sleepless), Frank Masters (The Equalizer), Hellboy (2019), Alex Baldr (Max Payne), Matt Graver (Sicario), Douglas Hunsiker (The Rise of the Planet of the Apes), Steve Emmett (Boa vs Python), Joe Braven (Braven), Lee Christmas (The Expendables), Deckard Shaw (Fast & Furious)

Musicals: Jack Kelly (Newsies), Dewey Finn (School of Rock), Hades (Hadestown)

Tv shows: Ike Evans (Magic City), Jason Crouse (The Good Wife), John Winchester (Supernatural), Mason Baldwin (Elementary), Colton Fisk (The Equalizer), Kevin Tidwell (Life), Declan Murphy (Law & Order: SVU), Eugene McGillicutty (Royal Pains), Chuck Martin (ER), Dickie Flood (Th Practice), Malcolm Bright (Prodigal Son)

Tolkien: Boromir, Faramir, Eomer

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