Mrstelford - Dakota Wolfskill

Power Book IV: Force

Tommy Flanagan as Walter Flynn

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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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*** GIF ISN’T MINE - credit to @obscure-imagines​ ***

My good friend @agirllovespasta​ requested:  Angsty huh 🧐 What do you think Chibs would do if Fiona was in town while he just started showing interest for reader? And reader? I really love Fiona though she is so cool. So pls end it with fluff 😂

Word Count - 1730

Authors Comment - I really enjoyed writing this one, and hope you all like it as much as I do. 

Taglist - @agirllovespasta​ @everyhowlmarksthedead​ @naytraydr​ @rebel-without-cause-x​ 

Your car finally stopped working. It has been making a noise for a couple of days now, but you decided to ignore it and pretend you couldn’t hear it, and now it’s decided to pack in. You have had this car since you passed your driving test, and it’s never broken down before. Taking your phone out of your purse you called the local garage ‘Teller Morrow’ and asked them to send a recovery vehicle out to bring you and your car back into town.

You moved to Charming 6 months ago, but have kept yourself to yourself and stayed out of people’s business. You speak if you are spoken to, and are always polite, but you don’t go out of your way to make conversation. You work as a shopkeeper and actually really enjoy it. You don’t speak much to people, but you do love people watching. And being a cashier, you look at and meet new people every single day. 

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Riders on the Storm

This is part of @band--psycho​’s 1.5K Followers Bingo Challenge! For this challenge, I wrote only characters portrayed by Tommy Flanagan. Some of written for before and some I haven’t.

Prompt:: Kidnapped

Pairing:: Markus x Reader

Movie:: Killers Anonymous

Warnings:: violence, swearing

After taking another blow to the face, I spat a mixture of blood and saliva onto the floor. Looking up at the masked face, I growled, “Yer gonna regret that.”

“Why’s that?” he asked, leaning close to me.

“D’ya know who my brother is?” He nodded, reaching over, stroking my hair. “He’s gonna kill ye,” I smiled.

He chuckled, “Well, I hope he does come here. Because I need to have a few words with dear ol’ Markus.” He hit me again, and I groaned, turning my head away from him. “You know, I’m surprised you lasted this long. Never had a damsel in distress stay strong and not cave for two days.”

I sneered, “It’s in my blood.” Backhanding me, I grunted from the shooting pain in my head and spat again. “I hope he kills ye slow, makin’ sure ye feel everything’ he does to ye.” I heard the door kick in, and we both turned to look. Markus strolled in, calm as ever, gnawing on a toothpick. I smiled up at him. “Yer in deep shite now.”

I watched as Markus circled around, staring down at the guy who kidnapped me. “Ye a’right, Y/N?” he asked. I nodded up at him. “Yer face looks like shite,” he laughed.

“I need to talk to you,” the man said to Markus.

“Oi!” he yelled. “I’m talkin’ to her!” He glanced down at me and asked, “Ye sure yer a’right?”

I nodded, “Aye, I’m fine. Never been so glad to see yer ugly mug.”

“Good,” he smiled. “Now…I can deal with this fucker.” Markus threw his hands up and asked, “Wha’ the fuck ye need to talk to me abou’ tha’ involves my sister?” The guy was about to speak, but Markus stopped him. “Take the fuckin’ mask off.”

The guy pulled the mask off his face, holding it in his hand. Markus scoffed, looking over his face. He must’ve recognized him. “You owe me twenty thousand pounds.”

“Tha’s a bunch of bull shite,” he chuckled. “If any money is owed…ye owe me. I did the job.”

“You killed two guys that weren’t supposed to die,” the man said. “I’m only paying for one.”

I interjected, “How abou’…ye let me go while ye two work this shite ou’?”

The guy shook his head, “No, you’re not going anywhere. Not until I get my money.” He took a step over to me, and Markus pulled out his gun, aiming it up at him. “Oh, big brother…” he chuckled, staring up at Markus.

“Touch ‘er again…I’ll fuckin’ kill ye,” he growled.

The man stepped behind me, out of my sight. I watched Markus’s face, how his eyes grew wide and filled with anger. The man grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back.

“I’ll give you…one hour,” the man said. I could hear the smile in the tone of his voice. “If you don’t have my money in one hour…I’m gonna kill her.”

Markus smirked, “An hour?” He nodded, looking around the room. “A’right.”

He walked out, slamming the door behind him. The man let go of me, throwing my head forward. “Let’s see if big brother can pull through,” he chuckled, walking in front of me.

“Ye should’ve let me go when ye had the chance,” I smiled. “Yer no’ gettin’ outta here alive.”

He hit me again harder than all the times before as the door swung in again, bouncing off the wall. Markus pulled the trigger, sending a bullet into his leg. The man fell to the ground, screaming and holding his leg. I watched as Markus walked over, slowly, calmly, determined.

He grabbed the guy’s shirt, lifting him off the ground, punching him over and over again. The guy started fighting back, putting his hand on Markus’s shoulder, but Markus just turned his head, biting down on his hand. He kept wailing on him until he thought he had enough of a beating. Standing up, he stepped over to me, untying my wrists from the chair.

“Took ye long enough,” I sighed, rubbing my sore arms.

“At least I came back,” he scoffed, scrunching his eyebrows together.

I asked, “Wha’ do we do with him?”

Markus chuckled, “We’re no’ doin’ anythin’. Yer goin’ out to wait by the car.”

“The fuck I am!” I scoffed. “I’ll kill him myself. Gimme yer gun.”

“No,” he chuckled. The guy rolled onto his back, groaning the whole way. He stared up at us as we argued about who was going to kill him. “I’m fuckin’ doin’ it,” Markus said, raising the gun and pulling the trigger. The guy fell down on the ground, blood flowing over the floor, forming a massive puddle. “C’mon, darlin’. Let’s ge’ ye home.”

Sure hap, we will go with that 😂

„why are you guys laughing? ‚i fell in love with your pussy‘ is the same as ‚i love you‘“

Sons Of Anarchy preference: Pickup Lines

prompt:  Cheesy pickup lines they use  Masterlist  

A/N I got jack shit written, I’m sick and needed a laugh. 

CHIBS

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just got a sleepover request and it's so HIWY but like, i can't call it HIWY verse cause the fic isn't out yet😣😣