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the-hinky-panda · 6 months

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A figment of my worst intentions

Gemma is irate.

She keeps her cool, a fantastic feat, while you’re on the phone with her. She likes you. You’re direct, not easily ruffled or thrown off balance. You’re a fantastic businesswoman: sharp, highly intelligent, and even-keeled. But most importantly, you make Chibs happy, genuinely happy. So when you call out of the blue, asking questions about Althea Jarry, Gemma can pick up the nervous timber to your voice when you ask your questions.

What do you know about Sheriff Jarry? What was her relationship with Filip? What happens on MC runs? And the question that cut straight to her heart: do I have anything to worry about? That question raised her hackles.

“Look, if Chibs told you he isn’t-”

“No,” you immediately cut her off. “Not Chibs. Jarry. Do I have anything to worry about with her. You know, sugar in my gas tank, sniper on the rooftops in downtown Charming?”

Gemma releases the breath she had been holding. Of course you weren’t concerned with Chibs. You didn’t suffer fools at all just from the handful of times she had met you. If you had concerns about Chibs, you wouldn’t have even picked up the phone to call her. But she also doesn’t want to alarm you. When Althea Jarry was concerned, yes, there was something to worry about. The fact that she was talking to you, threatening you in a subtle, underhanded way, was enough to worry about. She’s a crooked cop and there’s nothing that would prevent her from making your life miserable if she chose to do so.

“No, sweetheart,” Gemma says, “you don’t have anything to worry about.”

It’s Jarry that has to worry. Gemma hangs up the phone and immediately picks up her purse and keys. She has to admit, she was concerned when Jax stepped down and Chibs took up the gavel. Her concern grew the first time she saw you walk through the door of the clubhouse to drop off something to Chibs. Strength recognizes strength and if ever came to a power struggle between the two of you, Gemma was nervous you might get the upper hand. There was something about you, a wily edge of someone who had the uncanny luck of escaping bad situations.

“So you’re Chibs’ Old Lady.”

“Yeah, I guess I am.” You scrunch up your nose. “God, that’s an awful term.”

Gemma crosses her arms. “Yeah, apparently they didn’t consult with any women when they came up with them.”

Your eyes wander around the clubhouse. “It doesn’t look like women were consulted with anything in here either.”

“Does that mean you won’t be around much or you planning on redecorating?”

Your eyes narrowed for the briefest of moments as you process the undertone and hidden meaning behind the question. Are you going to make moves to take over as the matriarch or is Gemma’s position safe in the club? You answer by holding up a set of keys.

“I was just dropping off my apartment keys to Filip. I’m heading out for the Labor Day Classic and just in case I get hurt, I want him to be able to get into the apartment.” You look around the bar area. “If you do redecorate though, I would suggest something easily washable.”

Gemma smiled. The hidden meaning of your answer ringing through loud and clear. You had no plans of inserting yourself into club business. You weren’t threatened or distrustful of what happened here. “Yeah, and fire retardant too.”

The two of you had started to become friendly towards each other. You were slowly becoming one of the few female friends that Gemma had and she isn’t about to let Jarry mess with this set-up. Gemma liked you. Chibs was completely in love with you and happier than she had seen him in a long time. Things are going well.

“Where you headed to, Mami?” Nero asks her as she climbs into the SVU.

“I have to go set a crooked cop straight.” She gives him a wry smile and kisses him on the cheek. “Get the bail money ready just in case.”

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maibeewrites · 5 months

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ULTRAVIOLENT || Chibs Telford x Y/N

part I. i'm you jazz singer

summary: a twist from a scene from s6/ep1.

Y/N snitches, and gets punished for it

warnings : description of violence, domestic(ish) violence, beating

tags: angst, hurt/comfort

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Y/N was actually just finishing up on a Sportster. She pulled down her gloves, put down the tools, and wanted to head out, when the Sergeant at Arms stepped into the garage.

"Chibby?" Y/N called out to him with a smile. She usually gave everyone awkward nicknames.

Chibs slowly walked up to her, and had an expression which started to make Y/N feel uncomfortable.

"Is everything cool?" she asked.

Chibs walked slowly past her, then leaned on the counter.

"I need a minute with ya." He said with strict voice. Y/N's smile started to fade.

"Yeah, sure." Y/N still didn't know what to expect. Her and Chibs were on very good terms. Almost too good. At least what concerned Y/N' feelings. She also suspected that the Scot has a soft spot for her too.

But right now, Chibs was anything but soft.

Y/N froze when she saw the man taking off his jacket.

"You know, Jax might have gave you a pass, but I can't forget about that, so easily." Y/N's heart was pounding in her chest. She could feel the panic creeping up on her.

She had no choice. Roosevelt was pushing on her hard for intel. She didn't say anything though, what would seriously put her brothers or club at danger.

But she also knew that it didn't matter. She was a rat, and Chibs knew it.

The man started to take off his rings, and lined them up almost ritualistically on the counter.

Y/N wanted to cry. She knew what was going to happen. But she couldn't cry and she couldn't run away. Or to better put it, she wouldn't.

"I've never put my hands on a woman. Not once." He said slowly. "This does not give me joy or satisfaction. On the contrary." He put his last ring down. "But I have to do this now, Y/N." Chibs started to come closer. Slowly, menacingly.

"I know."

She stood her ground. With her back straight, chin up, she looked her friend in the eyes.

"I love you." she said.

"I know."

And with that came the first blow. The man didn't hold back. Y/N fell onto the floor. Her palms were scratched by the rough wood. Her head was spinning but she knew she had to get up. This time she could get up on her own. She tries to keep her balance and looked Chibs in the eye, waiting for the next hit.

Chibs felt rage, disgust, sadness and love at the same time. He didn't want to cause her serious damage but he knew he had to do this. She got away far too easily. If one of their brothers knew about her ratting, Chibs wasn't sure if she would get away with only a beating.

In her e/c eyes he could see sorrow, pain and determination. She wasn't broken. Yet.

He hit the other side of her face next. Y/N felt her lip slicing open and she almost bit her tongue. She fell on the floor again. A little bit of blood dripped down on the wood.

The pain was bad, the dizziness worse, and the fact that Chibs did this to her, the worst. But the worst of the worst was that she knew, she deserved this. She was well aware what this lifestyle meant. What being in a club meant.

This time she couldn't get up on her own. She tried tough, but she fell back on the floor. Chibs grabbed her and roughly pulled her up. Her heart was crying, but she wasn't. At this point she couldn't stop her body from trembling. She held onto Chibs' cut, looked him straight in the eye again, and awaited the next hit.

Chibs still didn't show mercy. Y/N let out a cry of pain. She was grabbing Chibs cut but could not fully hold on. She fell onto her knees in front of her friend.

It was almost too much for Chibs. But he felt this rush of rage which told him, this is not the end yet. He dragged her back onto her feet, but she could barely stand up. Her face was bleeding and red. She still didn't cry, but the defiance in her eyes faded almost completely.

Chibs hit her again, and she let out a scream. She felt something snap in her mouth.

He didn't let her fall this time, he grabbed her arm and waist, and kept her upright. She would bruise where he grabbed her, but at that point, it did not have importance.

Tears started to fall from her eyes. She couldn't look him in the eye anymore. Quiet but guttural screams and grunts could be heard. She couldn't take it anymore.

Chibs saw that she was almost gone. He wanted to steady her, but it was impossible. He dragged her next to the counter balanced her against it. Then he hit her one last time, as hard as he could.

Her cries were suddenly stopped when she finally lost conciousness.

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They were silent. The man held Y/N's head firmly with one hand. Firmly, but gently, as gently as he could. With the other he was holding a piece of wet towel, and was wiping down Y/N's face. She was calmed down, only occasionally a tear left her eyes. Her face looked horrible. It was swollen, with red bruises which would turn blue afterwards. Chibs put stiches on the eyebrows where it was split.

Y/N felt that one of her back teeth was moving. She had to have that checked out. The blood was filling her mouth, and she let it drip from her mouth to the floor.

"What is it?" Chibs asked her, concerned that it was internal bleeding.

"A tooth." She spoke quietly.

"Let me see." The man said and she opened her mouth compliantly. He put his index finger carefully in her mouth and inspected the damage. He could feel it slightly moving.

"You will have to see a dentist about that." He said.

"I know."

When he finished cleaning her up, he started to slide his fingers through her hair with one hand, and reached out to touch her face with the other. Y/N flinched and almost jumped in her seat.

"Hey, it's okay." The man whispered, and caressed her face and lips. This was the first time since the beating when Y/N looked at Chibs. They sat in silence but they knew exactly what the other one wanted to say.

She closed her eyes and he leaned in to kiss her forehead.

Seeing her this way was hard on him. He never hurt a woman before, and he didn't thought he will, especially not Y/N. He stood up and pulled her up alongside him, then embraced her. He hugged her tightly and lovingly. That is when Y/N started crying. It wasn't even crying, it was sobbing. All the built up fear, sadness and pain crushed down on her. She couldn't stop shaking, her tears made Chibs' cut wet.

He didn't say anything, just took her into his arms, and sat down. He rocked her like a baby back and forth, sometimes kissing her cheek, forehead and caressing her gently. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity to them, she calmed down, and fell asleep in Chibs' arms.

PART TWO:

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komotionlessqueenmm · 2 years

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Imagine # 1,025

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - @imaginealotofthings (Unless told otherwise.)

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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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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

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

Words - 491

Warnings - Smut below the cut! Minors DNI!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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drabbles-mc · 2 years

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In Pieces

Chibs Telford x F!Reader

Whumptober 2022: No.19 Enough is Enough- Knees Buckling

Warnings: angst, language, alcohol

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Me? Taking all of my trauma, tying up in a bow, and shoving it into the arms of this gruff man? It’s more likely than you think.

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When his phone started going off in the middle of the night, his first thought was to throw it against the fucking wall. If it was the club, he didn’t want to know what could possibly be going on at this hour that they would need to call him for. If it was anyone else, there was no way they had a good enough reason to be calling. He hadn’t even set up a voicemail box. Whoever it was, was just going to have to try again later.

Only the ringing didn’t stop. Whoever decided to reach out, was painfully persistent. With a groan and a slew of curses, he blindly reached over and grabbed the flip phone from his nightstand. Flipping it open, he drowsily pinned it to his ear.

“What?”

It was loud on the other end of the line. So loud that it made Chibs cringe even in his half-asleep state. It didn’t seem to bother the man who was speaking on the other end of the line, though, over the sound of music and chaos.

“Hey. You, uh, is this Chibs?”

“Depends who’s fuckin’ asking,” he grumbled.

That’s when he heard your voice faintly in the background. “Put me on! Let me talk to him!” Even though you weren’t the one holding the phone, even though he still wasn’t fully awake, he could still hear how drunk you were. “You want me outta here so bad, tough guy? Hand me the phone! He’s not gonna say yes to you. He never says no to me.”

Chibs heard the man sigh and he huffed out an exhausted chuckle. “Put ‘er on.”

“Chibby!” Even though it was impossible, he swore he could smell the liquor on your breath through the phone.

“You causin’ trouble, darlin’?” he forced himself into an upright position as he spoke, eyes still not fully open.

“Never!”

“Liar.”

You giggled. “Maybe.”

He rubbed the heel of his palm against his eyes. “Where’d ye get off to now? I’ll come pick you up.”

You rattled off the name of the bar, a bit of a slur to your words but Chibs still got the point. “You’re a saint, you know.”

“Maybe in my next life, love.” He shook his head. “Drink some water while you wait for me to get there.”

“I love you,” you practically sang into the phone.

He sighed as he got up off his mattress. “I know.”

Once he hung up the phone, he began the agonizing process of getting ready. It was bad enough to have to do it in the morning when he was supposed to be waking up. But being roused in the middle of the night like this was much worse. It was you, though, and he’d do anything for you. So he put on his jeans, pulled on his boots without bothering to knot them tightly, and headed for the door.

He called again when he got to the bar. He had no desire to go inside, but he was willing to storm in and storm right back out if he had to. And, judging by the way that his call went to voicemail, he thought that he was going to have to. Dropping his head back for a moment, he took a deep breath in an attempt to gear himself up to head inside.

Just as he swung open the door of the truck, you came stumbling out of the bar. He huffed out a tired chuckle at the sight of you, simply shaking his head as you crossed the street to get to him. You wobbled your way over, but you didn’t fall. He was honestly pretty impressed, especially given the shoes that you were wearing. He knew a fair share of people who wouldn’t be able to walk in those stone-cold sober. Honestly, he thought that you were one of those people.

“You’re here,” you all but flung yourself into his arms.

He caught you with a quiet oof, slipping his arms underneath yours as you leaned against his chest. “I am.”

“You’re the best, you know.”

He hummed, a little amused but not disagreeing with you. “C’mon. Let’s get you home.”

“I thought,” you looked up at him through your eyelashes, “maybe I could stay with you.”

He studied the look in your eyes, trying to gauge where you were at. After a few seconds that felt much longer than that, he caved. Nodding, he reached and pulled the passenger door open. “Alright, then. C’mon, love. Up you go.”

You clumsily clamored your way into the truck. “I thought you’d bring the bike.”

“You didn’t sound like you were in riding condition.” The second the words left his mouth he regretted it, not even having to look at you to know what your face looked like. He shook his head as he swung the car door shut. “Don’t.”

You laughed, leaning back in the seat and letting your eyes shut. “You said it, not me.”

The drive went by quickly. It had been a long time since you found yourself riding shotgun in the T-M truck. If you’d been a little more sober it would’ve crossed your mind that that meant he left his house on his bike, drove to the compound, swapped his bike out for the truck, and then made his way to you. It was more effort than most people would’ve put into coming to get you. When you sobered up, you’d have to thank him. Most people you’d offer to buy them a coffee, but you knew Chibs—there was a handle of whiskey with his name on it at the end of all of this.

“Wake up,” he said as he cut the ignition on the truck.

You shook your head as you stretched your arms up, “Didn’t fall asleep.”

“Close, though.”

“Yea,” you conceded, “close.”

The two of you made your way into his house. You kicked your heels off right at the door, the relief indescribable as your feet hit the ground, finally flat again after a long night. You didn’t even stop to ask if you were going to be sleeping on the couch or in his bed, just opting to make your way right to his bedroom. He shook his head as he watched you while he slipped out of his boots. It wasn’t long before he was trailing behind you.

When he got to the doorway of his bedroom, you were slowly pacing around the room, looking at everything like it was your first time crossing the threshold even though it was far from it. There wasn’t much to look at—it wasn’t as though Chibs was crazy about interior design. But it seemed to be enough to keep you amused for the short-term.

Walking up behind you, he gently rested his hands on your shoulders. He didn’t force you to turn around and face him, allowing you to poke your way through the various miscellaneous trinkets and pieces of jewelry on top of his dresser.

“Wanna talk about tonight?”

You turned to look over your shoulder at him, the confused look was a fleeting one before you refocused on what you’d been doing before. “Talk about it? What’s there to talk about?” You let out a laugh, but it wasn’t the same type of laugh as before. “Figured calling you was better than trying to drive myself home.”

“This isn’t like you, though.”

“What are you talking about?” you tried to sound unbothered, but even though you weren’t looking at Chibs, you could tell that he wasn’t sold on it.

“You don’ get like this when you’re doing good, darlin’. We both know that.” His thumbs gently traced back and forth across the exposed skin of your shoulders. “If you were out there tonight to have a good time, you’d be in someone else’s bed by now,” he gently turned you so that you were facing him before softly swiping away the smudged makeup from beneath your eyes, the only evidence left over from your previous meltdown in the bar bathroom, “and your eyes wouldn’ be looking like this.”

You sniffled, giving a smile and still not wanting to admit that he was 100% right. “What, ‘cause I wanna be in your bed tonight means that something’s wrong?”

He frowned. “The fact that you called my emergency burner, and were stumbling out the bar instead of walking, means something’s wrong.” He cupped the side of your face. “Don’t lie to me, love.”

The warmth of his palm against your skin and the earnest, albeit exhausted, tone of his voice stripped away the last of your resolve. No amount of liquor in the world could cover up your pain in front of him. Tears immediately sprung into your eyes and your lip started to quiver.

“Chibs,” you choked out, “please. I don’t,” you shook your head, dropping your face into your hands, “I can’t do this.”

You tried to lean into him but he stopped you, keeping you at arm’s length so you didn’t have the chance to hide. “Do what?”

“I can’t,” you gestured vaguely, as if to say everything.

His frown deepened, trying to figure out what happened, what set it all off this time around. It’d been a long time since he saw you looking so broken, a long time since he saw you so desperately trying to cover it all up and somehow still failing to do so. He was no stranger to burying things deep in his chest, trying not to think about the reality of the weight he carried on his shoulders each day. He knew what it was like to put on a brave face every day.

He also knew what it was like to be fucking exhausted.

“Did someone,” you felt the way his touch lightened as he forced the question out, “did someone hurt you?”

Tears spilled over onto your cheeks as you shook your head. “No.” You sniffled, not able to look him in the eyes. “I just, lately, I don’t know. I just fucking,” it felt impossible to string the words together, “I can’t not think about all of it.”

“All of what?”

You let out a laugh, but it was devoid of any humor. “Exactly. You can’t,” you shook your head, “you can’t even try to narrow it down.” You raked your hands along your scalp, “That’s,” your voice broke, getting louder even though you didn’t mean for it to, “that’s how much fucked up shit has happened to me! That’s how fucking fucked—”

He pulled you tight against his chest before you could say more. He didn’t say anything as he rested his hand so that it was cradling the back of your head. His other arm wrapped around you, pinning your arms to your sides as he held you.

The second your cheek pressed tight against his shirt, you broke down. Sobs wracked your entire body, leaving you a trembling mess against his steady frame. He wrapped his arm tighter around you as you cried against him, the sound causing an ache so deep inside his chest he didn’t even think that he had that kind of depth to him anymore.

“I can’t feel like this forever, Chibs,” you sobbed, shaking your head against him. “I can’t do this forever. I can’t fucking do it.”

He let his eyes shut as he held you, taking an unsteady breath as he tried to keep himself together for your sake. “I know.” The words were hardly a whisper—he didn’t think that he could manage much more.

“When does it stop?!” your voice cracked, legs finally buckling beneath the weight of your sadness. “When does it stop hurting?”

He quickly shifted his arms to make sure you didn’t crumble to the floor. You balled his shirt in your fists, clinging to him like he was your own personal life preserver. It wouldn’t be the first time that he was the only thing that he was keeping you afloat.

Chibs had been there as you dragged yourself through hardships that would’ve broken most other people. The hits kept coming, one after the other. There were times when he thought that you were going to give in underneath the weight of it all. You went through more in the span of a couple years than most people went through in a lifetime. It was horrific, but you still managed to get up every day and get out the door, even if on the other side of it there was just more heartbreak. He’d been there for all of it, sometimes a bit closer than others. There were times that distance was the best thing that he could give you, almost like having him too close was too stark of a reminder of what you’d been through.

Most times, though, he was doing something like what he was right now. It was never this intense, though. A hand to hold, a few brief words of comfort, a hug that lasted a few beats longer than necessary, a warm bed for the night—those were things that he had been for you time and time again. You usually turned up on his doorstep, silent but still somewhat put together. He could always tell by the look in your eyes where you were at and what you needed.

Which was why he knew that tonight was different. When distractions failed, you usually just needed someone there while you finished gluing yourself back together. But you were still in pieces. And he wasn’t used to that, not from you.

“Please, Chibs,” your buried your face against his chest, “tell me that it stops hurting. Tell me I’m not going to feel like this forever.”

“It…” He paused, trying to pick the right words but not wanting to lie to you. You’d never believed him when he bullshitted you. “You get better. It doesn’t. You do, though. You will.”

Your lips were still trembling as you leaned against him. “It doesn’t stop, does it?”

He kissed the side of your head. “You don’t either.”

Your voice was barely a whisper, “I wish I could.”

He always thought that it was an exaggeration when people said that they could feel their heart crumpling inside their chest. He understood it now, though, and if anything, they were underselling it. He squeezed you a little tighter. “I know.”

You were fighting to get your breathing back under control, and it was a fight that you were losing. Pressing your forehead against his chest, you said, “I just want it to stop hurting. I don’t, I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to feel it.”

“I think that’s how we ended up here.”

You sucked in an unsteady breath. “I can’t,” your breathing stuttered, “I can’t keep doing this. I’m fucking tired, Chibs.” You shut your eyes tight, tears continuing to further dampen his shirt. “I don’t…I can’t…” your voice trailed off, not even sure what more there was to say. You didn’t have it in you to try and articulate everything that was running through your head, the thoughts and memories that were so loud you couldn’t even try to think about anything else.

Chibs could tell by the way you were melting into him, that you didn’t realize just how much he was still responsible for keeping you upright. All the strength was sucked out of you. He took a deep breath. “You don’t have to.” He started to shift both of you back towards his bed. “Come on, now.”

You let him sit you on the edge of the bed. You let him carefully peel your dress off over the top of your head. He tossed it, letting it drape over the footboard. You knew that you should’ve felt awkward, exposed sitting there in your bra and underwear with smeared makeup and tears still on your face, but you didn’t. Chibs stood between your legs, allowing you to drop your head against him once more as you wrapped your arms around his middle. He rested his hand between your shoulder blades, his fingers splaying across the bare skin of your back.

Eventually, you found yourself sliding underneath the covers, head resting on one of the two pillows by his headboard. You laid so that you were facing away from him, like that would somehow bury any of what had just transpired.

Instead of getting into bed behind you, where there was undoubtedly more mattress-space, he squeezed himself between you and the edge of the mattress. You let out a tired sigh, not able to look him in the eyes. “Chibs…”

“Get off my side, then,” he mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tight against his now-exposed chest.

You didn’t have any fight left in you, so you just sank against him. Your breathing was starting to even out, but the tears were still steadily trickling down your face. They were dampening his skin now instead of his clothes, but he still didn’t seem to mind it all that much.

“I’ve got you.”

“I’m so sorry,” your voice shook as you apologized.

“I’m not,” his response sounded so certain.

“What if I don’t get better?”

He’d never heard you sound so scared, so small. He held you tightly, kissing the edge of your forehead. “I’ll still be here.”

“Promise?”

The desperation in your voice sent another ache through his heart. “Yea,” he kissed you again, “I promise.”

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writercole · 2 years

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Bad Girl

Squares: Chibs x Reader @anyfandomkinkbingo

Words: 1432

Warnings: Smut. 18+. Male & Female Masturbation, dom/sub, Daddy Kink

Credits: @fictional-affairs for the beta and the p0rn that this was based on.

A/N: So I got a bit tipsy and cranked this out and...you’re welcome for the p0rn.

You could see Chibs standing across the empty lot, his face a contorted mess of anger and frustration. You imagined you could hear the words he was barking at the prospects that had fucked up the shipment. The veins in his hands and exposed forearms were bulging and they were making you wetter and wetter. Eventually, you couldn’t handle it any more and you slipped your hands under your short skirt and started dragging your fingers through your folds, the wetness dripping onto the leather seat underneath you.

Chibs had insisted on taking your car, something which you were incredibly grateful for given the circumstances. He was incredibly sexy, the authority he radiated making you want his dick more than ever. Your pussy was aching to be stretched and you were going to give it what it wants.

You dipped your fingers into your wanting entrance, tipping your head back as they caressed the most sensitive parts of you. You tried to keep your moans quiet in the closed area of the car, hoping they wouldn’t echo past the open windows to the man you were daydreaming about.

True, he had told you to wait for him, that he wanted you spread on the hood of your car when he was finished dealing with the Mayans. True, that he was one of those that wanted you to follow his every order. But what Daddy didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

As you tipped your head back on the edge of the headrest, you heard a voice coming from the driver’s side.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” Chibs asked, his Scottish accent thick, turning you on more.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. Just watching you work made me crave your cock,” you tried to excuse as you pulled your fingers from your cunt, keeping it on edge, unfulfilled from the wanted release.

“Didn’t I tell ye not to touch yourself this mornin’?” he questioned as he opened the door and slid behind the wheel.

“But, Daddy,” You started.

“No. Now you have to wait until we get home and you don’t get to come until Daddy does,” he promised.

The drive back to your shared apartment was quiet, you regretting touching yourself as you waited. When you got to the complex, he turned off the car and climbed out, not coming around to your side like he usually did.

You trudged up the steps behind him, unsure of what he was going to do to punish you for disobeying him. He shed his kutte as soon as he crossed the threshold, tossing the keys into the bowl you usually used. He refused to look at you as he undressed on his way to the bedroom.

You knew you were in for it when he commanded you to sit in the chair on the side of the bed while he laid back on the pillows in just his boxers.

“Now, why do you think daddy tol’ ye not to touch yourself?” he asked as his hand dipped below his waistband, massaging his cock in his boxers.

“I don’t know,’ you muttered as you watched, your mouth watering with the want of his cock’s weight against your tongue.

“I tol’ ye not to touch yourself because you are only allowed to come on my fingers, my tongue, or my cock,” he explained, his accent thick as his eyes bored into yours.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you apologized, your voice a mere whimper of what it usually was.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, darlin,” he barked. “Now you’re going to watch Daddy play with his cock and you’re not allowed to come until after Daddy does.”

He quickly shed his boxers, leaving he naked before you, his hard cock laying against his soft stomach, leaking precum onto the smattering of hair between his belly button and his pelvis. You whimpered with want as you watched his hand wrap around the tip, smearing the lubrication down his thick, long shaft.

“Push your panties to the side,” he commanded, his eyes cold but his pupils blown with lust, the dark chocolate irises that you loved a mere sliver of brown now.

You did as he commanded, watching as he spread the lube he’d grabbed from the nightstand up and down his shaft, massaging the spot on the underside of the tip with his fingers. Your hands migrated down to your waxed pussy, trying to attain the friction it was so desperately craving.

“Sit on your hands, darlin’,” he commanded as he watched your fingertips inching towards your glistening pussy.

You whined but followed his orders, watching as he stroked his shaft and caressed his balls, wishing it was your mouth in its place, slobbering down his cock, choking on his length as you wanted to be.

“You brought this on yourself,” he told you, his head tilting back with a wanton moan afterwards, one that had your core clenching around nothing.

“You were about to come when I got back to the car, weren’t you?” he asked with his head cocked to the side. “You were. I can see your perfect, bald pussy just dripping with anticipation.”

Your head tipped back against the headrest of the chair, the pornographic sounds exiting your mouth close to the sounds of a wounded animal, the hands trapped underneath your thighs aching to be inside of the tight channel that Chibs’s gaze was heavily focused on.

“Daddy, please,” you begged breathlessly.

“Touch that little pussy, slowly,” he allowed. You obliged his orders quickly, hoping that he was as close as you had been in the car, close enough for you to come quickly, to quell the tingle and douse the fire that had built in your belly.

“Slower.”

Your fingers slowed without you thinking about it, brushing against the rigid definition of your walls, the spongy spot that had your back arching and your eyes squeezing shut. You were so close when -

“Stop. Sit on your fingers again,” Chibs demanded.

You grumbled at the order, whining at the loss of your two fingers stretching your opening and tucking your fingers under your thighs.

“Look at that pussy,” he cooed, “so wet.”

“All for you daddy,” you panted.

“You really messed up baby,” he told you, “Daddy’s balls are so full. And I could be emptying them into you, fucking that tight little pussy with this cock, but no. You had to go and be a bad girl.”

“Please, Daddy. I’m so sorry. Please, let me ride your cock. Please,” you begged, tears building in your eyes from the edging.

“You didn’t want to listen to Daddy, Princess. You don’t get t’ feel my cock spreading your walls, stretching you out,” he detailed as he stroked his cock.

You watched his balls contract, tightening against him as he came closer and closer to a release himself.

“PLEASE, DADDY!” you exclaimed as his cock twitched in his hand.

“Finger that little pussy,” he commanded.

Your fingers were back in your tight cunt within a second, bringing yourself back to that edge, that cliff of ecstasy where Chibs felt like keeping you.

“Daddy’s close,” he moaned as his free hand massaged his balls while the hand wrapped around his cock tightened around the tip. “Daddy’s real close.”

“Daddy, please, come with me,” you sobbed, so close to a release but not daring to finish without permission.

“Come on, baby. Come for me. Let me see that cream all over your pussy,” Chibs allowed.

You felt your walls contract around your two fingers, crossing them as you came hard, your head tilted back in a silent scream, your vision blacking out as the pads of your fingertips massaged your sweet spot to come down.

You heard Chibs across the room through your haze, his telltale growl echoing over the sounds of the two of you pleasuring yourselves. You stayed quiet for a moment, enjoying the bliss that came with your climax, assuming by the pants that Chibs was exhaling that the was doing the same.

“Aye, lass,” he called, “you okay?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you hummed quietly.

You heard movement on the bed, then across the floor, and felt Chibs’s strong arms lift you and carry you over to the soft mattress.

“Rest now, Princess,” he whispered, “you’re not done by a long shot.”

As he padded quietly to the bathroom, you were suddenly very glad that he caught you with your hands up your skirt. Tonight was going to be a night of heated passion, and you couldn’t wait.

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xbreezymeadowsx · 2 years

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I always prefer posting to AO3 and just sharing the link here so.

This was requested by @kitty-of-mischief

Sorry it took a bit to do, I’ve had Eddie Munson on the brain and needed to get back into a Chibs mindset.

Also, only a couple small changes to the suggestion. The time between the party and the return is months, not weeks. And it’s Reader’s brother that essentially gives her the push she needs.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40576182

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bullet-prooflove · 5 months

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PATREON FIC PREVIEW: Candy Cane: Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Reader

There’s something about seeing you in flannel pyjamas that gets Chibs a little hot under the collar. He isn’t sure if it’s the fact the tartan print reminds him of his homeland, or because you look so fucking adorable. Either way he is having a hard time not climbing over the gifts you’re currently wrapping and kissing you into oblivion.

Read the rest of this preview and support my work by subscribing to my Patreon!

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the-hinky-panda · 7 months

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

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

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

“How’s Samson doing?”

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

“Good signs.”

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

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

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

“Didn’t say. She’s in your office.”

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

“It’ll be okay,” he reassures you.

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

“Sheriff Jarry, I presume?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good for them.”

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

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

“Yes, all of Charming has noticed that.”

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

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

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

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

“What’s on your mind, luv?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Background?” The fuck is she talking about?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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maibeewrites · 4 months

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ULTRAVIOLENT || Chibs Telford x Y/N

part II. and you'r my cult leader

The next day she woke up with a horrible headache. But she couldn't rest at home, she awoke to a call from Tig. Church meeting.

Well, just what Y/N needed. From the moment she woke up, the only thing she could think about was the night before. The pain of it all, her betrayal, Chibs's betrayal. How he hit her. And how he took care of her after. But it didn't matter. If she ever had hopes for her and him, after last night, it was all gone.

Walking into the bathroom she looked in the mirror. She was taken aback by how bad she looked. Her eyes were bruised from her eyebrows down until her cheeks. Above her right eye there was a cut, which turned into a scab overnight. The same on her lips. She cleaned herself up and put clean stitches over it. Her whole face was swollen.

After the shower, she dried her hair, and whilst drinking a cup of tea and smoking a cigarette, she held a bag of frozen peas over her face, hoping to reduce the swelling. She didn't ever bother with makeup, knowing that her condition was far from concealable.

She put on a pair of skinny brown jeans, and a loose cream colored turtleneck blouse, put on her cut, and after completing her outfit with black boots, she was out the door.

She arrived just on time. Usually she is always early, but she didn't want to spend more time at the clubhouse today than it was necessary.

When she walked in, all of them were at the bar. Jax, Tig, Happy, Quinn, Bobby, Juice, Opie and Chibs. The prospects were cleaning up.

When they first saw her, everyone got quiet for a second.

"Holy shit." Jax exclaimed "Who did this to you?"

"Girl, are you okay?" asked Tig, and he quickly walked up to her and held Y/N's face gently in his hands.

"Yes Tigger. I'm okay guys. This was some personal stuff, there is nothing to worry about." She tried to sound as convincing and confident as she could.

"That is certainly a thing we should be worried about" said Bobby.

"The person who did this to you is an animal. That is all that I'm saying." Quinn spoke. Even Happy looked concerned.

Opie and Juice didn't say anything but were very conflicted. Opie hugged her shoulders as they went in to the Table.

Chibs haven't said a word. He didn't even look her in the eye.

"So, before we talk about what is on our plate with the Mayans, Y/N, you have to tell us what happened. Who hurt you?" Jax asked.

They all nodded and turned to her.

"This was personal business, and I do not wish to tell you just now. I can't tell you, trust me." She looked Jax straight in the eye, with a knowing look. At first Jax just stared at her, but after some monent, she could see that he finally understood what happened. After all, Jax and Chibs were the only one knowing about the ratting. Jax glanced at Chibs who was continuously staring at a specific part of the table in front of him. He then looked back at Jax, and the President understood everything.

"Fine. I respect that Y/N."

"But that is not okay? Somebody hurt her. Who was it? A lover maybe?" Tig guessed.

"He is right, we have to protect her" Juice added.

Y/N chuckled at Juice's suggestion that she needs protection, but smiled at him. She loved Juice, he was so cute, like a little brother to her.

"If pres said to leave it, leave it." Chibs finally looked up and at Y/N. His voice was strict.

After that, the subject changes to Alvarez getting into the Diosa business. They all voted aye for allowing the mexican to buy out Nero's part.

"And guys, I have some good news. We will have a big party tonight. We are all set, things going okay for now. Everyone, wind down, have fun." Jax said and hit the table with the gavel.

Y/N didn't want to spend her time at the clubhouse. She almost immediately got up, and left.

Honestly, the only thing Y/N wanted was to lay in her bed, eat some ice cream, watch a movie and fall asleep. Luckily, there was no more club business for that day, so she went to the grocery store before heading home, where she bought some frozen pizzas, and ice cream. She rode home and was all set for the day.

She took another shower. There was something about feeling clean. She put on a new set of baby pink pyjamas, and crawled into her bed. She got overwhelmed by the tv selection, and after finding nothing she was in the mood for, she started watching a documentary about cheetahs.

She tried her best to pay attention to the hunting method of the animals, or her ice cream, or anything which was not Chibs, but she couldn't. She never wanted to see him again. At the same time all she wanted was him.

When she finished her sweets and put the spoon in the dishwasher, she heard knocking.

She froze. She didn't expect anyone. Her gun was in her bedroom, and her semi was near the front entrance of the house on the coat hanger.

By the time she thought of a solution, it didn't matter.

"Aye, it's me girl. Let me in, I want to talk to ya." It was Chibs. Y/N felt like her heart skipped a beat.

She walked up to the front door.

"What do you want?" She spoke softly, just loud enough for the man outside to hear.

"Let me in. I just want to check up on you." She couldn't figure out Chibs's intentions. It dawned on her, that she was scared. Scared of her friend, brother... She felt incredibly weak and bitter.

"Y/N?"

"I'm scared." That was her response.

------------Chibs' POV----------

"I'm scared." Her voice was so weak, so soft, he could hear the fear and it crushed him. She was everything. The most amazing, interesting, caring and smart women he has ever known. She made a mistake, she had to pay. Or maybe he was too harsh?

He felt as if his heart was sinking to the deepest void.

"Please sweetheart. Let me in, I am not here to hurt you. I just want to..." But what did he want? Himself didn't even know. "I just want to see you."

The door slowly, very slowly opened. Her small frame seemed even smaller now. Barefoot, with her pink pyjamas she was like a little girl. Only little girls don't have their faced wrecked by big bad bikers.

Chibs walked into the house. When he heard the door close behind him, he straight up walked up to Y/N who instantly stepped back until her back hit the wall.

"Don't." He said and embraced her in his arms. At first she froze but then put her arms around him. She smelled like fresh bodywash, clean bedsheets and candy. She was so pure at that moment.

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He smelled like tobacco, gasoline and dirt. His strong arms somehow calmed Y/N down.

"I'm here." She said.

"And so am I. I am sorry, I shouldn't have done this to you."

"No, if you haven't done this, maybe somebody else would've done even worse. I could be dead, Chibs. For what I've done."

He didn't reply. Instead, he picked her up, initially in bridal style, but she eagerly put her legs around his waist.

They looked each other in the eye, and then Y/N caressed Chibs's glasgow smile.

"Take me to bed."

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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.

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"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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Only Mine

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 2.4k

[cw]: 18+ only, smut, jealous overprotective Jax, angst, short fight scene (if you can even call it that), car sex, oral f receiving, teasing, unfinished sex

[authors note]: I had this idea floating around for awhile and then this request inspired the rest! thank you!

“I’m sure you say that to all the ladies.”

You were along the bar, chin in palm, blinking your lashes at the man sitting beside you. He smiled back wryly. He was pretty perfect. Clean cut, slightly muscular, no tats covering him from top to bottom, no bike sitting in the parking lot. He was a little cocky, aware of his good looks, and in all honesty, any other day he’d be the type of guy you’d usually find pretty boring. But for tonight, he’d be a welcome distraction.

“So you’re really here alone?” the man asked, looking around as he took a sip from the glass in front of him.

You smiled back, twisting a strand of hair into your fingers as you sipped your beer, “that surprise you?”

“Someone like you doesn’t come around here often. Can't imagine you haven’t been snatched up yet.”

Technically, he was right. Jax and you hadn’t spoken in days, and although the mutual silence was a regular occurrence, you somehow always found a way back to each other. It never had been made ‘official’, but it never really needed to be. You both stuck to each other like the end poles of magnets, impossible to keep apart yet impossible to stay together. You and Jax were a burning flame amongst a sea of trees condemned to an endless drought. Your love was toxic and infuriating, and it pained you both how hurtful you could be to one another. Yet for some reason, you always went back. You’d reconnect, one of you would fuck up, and then it was back to square one all over again.

“Haven’t found the one yet”, you teased.

He gestured to the bartender with his hand, “can I buy you another beer?”

You smiled politely back at him, “you can buy me as many as you want.”

You picked up your drink and pulled his hand with your other as you led him to one of the quiet booths settled at the back of the bar. You spent the next hour cosying up to your stranger, soaking in the attention he gave you. He was overly attentive and extremely polite, almost a little too nice for your liking. No roughness on the edges, no fight in him. Just a gentleman through and through. You sat inches from each other, tension building as the drinks continued to appear.

“Can I kiss you?” The man asked as he leaned in, hovering above your face. It wasn’t often you were asked to be kissed. You stared into his eyes through your long lashes, nodding in approval.

He smiled shyly into your lips as they pressed against his. He was gentle, his hands slowly moving to your waist, never straying further.

He laid back into the bench, taking a sip from his beer. “You know I never did catch your name.”

You didn’t want to share anything with this stranger, the anonymity bringing less questions and expectations.

“Later.”

You cupped his face in your hand, grazing his jaw with your fingertips as you brought his mouth to yours again.

He was nice, but the longer you spent kissing your gentle stranger, the more you yearned to be in the hands of your depraved biker. Jax was urgent and desperate for you each time you were in his arms. There was a mutual desire that turned you both into crazed maniacs when you were together. It was something you’d searched for every time you were with someone else, because nobody you’d ever come across had given you that same feeling.

Jax had a way of turning you into the only girl in the world. Until he was fucking the next croweater who threw themselves at him the following day.

Tonight, you were going to allow yourself to enjoy the gentlemen in front of you. You leaned back into the bench, trying to edge him on top of you as you sunk into the bench against his lips.

You were so entangled in your stranger that you never even noticed him arrive with half of The Club. It wasn’t until you were interrupted by the break in your lips as he was pulling the man off you by his shirt, forcing him to the floor as he was knocked flat on his back.

“Jax!”

“Dude! What the fu-“ he tried to stand up, but Jax placed his shoe directly on his chest, crushing him to the ground. The man grunted under the weight, failing to pry the shoe off of him. “What the fuck are you doing!?”

“What do you think you’re doing?” He pressed down into the man’s chest harder, restraining himself from crushing his rib cage all together.

The stranger looked at you with wide eyes, trying to speak through the force compounding his lungs, “she said she was alone!”

Jax smiled at him as he laid spread out on the dirty bar floor.

“I don’t give shit what she said. Your time is up, pretty boy.”

You were ashamed to admit that you thoroughly enjoyed watching Jax furious with envy over you, but you did feel bad for the innocent guy beneath his sneaker.

“Get the fuck off him, Jax.”

He glanced up at you, taking a long look at your flushed pink cheeks and swollen lips.

The crowded bar was now zoned in on your table, watching and entertained by the drama unfolding. Chibs, Juice and Bobby guarded the table, ensuring no onlookers got in the way of Jax’s jealous fuelled rage.

He picked the man up by his collar, pulling him to his feet as he threw him against the wall. Jax gripped at his jaw, lifting his chin to force his eyes towards you at the bench. “I suggest you apologise for bothering my girl.”

“Jax don’t be ridiculous-“

He ignored you, glaring at the man in his grasp, tightening the grip on his collar.

“I’m sorry, okay!”

“Not to me, asshole. To her.”

You rolled your eyes, watching as he tormented the innocent stranger you had set yourself upon.

“I’m sorry I bothered you.” His voice cracked from the hold Jax had on his collar, draining the circulation from his neck.

Jax shoved the man off the wall, releasing him as he was once again flown across the laminate. He stumbled to regain his balance before he started running, bolting for the exit. He disappeared at the speed of light, chuckles from Juice and Chibs echoing through the bar as he ran.

You stood up from the bench, storming off in anger for the door.

Jax followed you into the empty, dark car park outside the bar. His hands stuffed into his pockets as he watched you slump against the brick wall, sliding down to sit on the pavement. You put a cigarette to your mouth as you searched for a lighter in your bag. You hadn’t felt tipsy until the air hit you, realising your head was spinning.

He paced over to you, crouching forward with his lighter, igniting the cigarette between your lips.

“You’re such a prick sometimes, you know that?”

Jax slid down the wall beside you, his legs bent slightly at the knees as he sighed to himself, lighting his own cigarette. “Not gonna argue with that.”

He exhaled a large cloud of smoke as he spoke, “but you were basically fucking that guy in an open bar, y/n.”

“First of all, no I wasn’t.”

He chuckled, amused by your irritation.

“And second of all, what the fuck has that got to do with you? You’re the one who decided to get knee deep in Ima last week, again.”

“I told you I was drunk.”

“And now I’m drunk too”, you protested.

He shook his head as smoke escaped his lips, fingers twirling the silver lighter in his hands. “That isn’t going to happen again.”

Your head fell back as you groaned at his promise, leaning against the hard brick behind you. “Yeah, ‘cause I haven’t heard that one before.”

He smiled, nudging your leg with his playfully. “You know I mean it. Doesn’t matter who I’m inside, there's only one face I see.”

You turned your head towards him, leaning your face on his shoulder. “I’m tired of this, Jax. You and your mommy issues are giving me whiplash.”

“Yeah, well your baggage ain’t so easy to handle either.” He placed a hand over the back of your head, stroking your hair as he spoke.

You responded with a punch to his knee, swaying his leg. “You can’t just keep beating men up because they’re interested in me. That guy was actually sweet.”

He threw his cigarette across the pavement before he grasped his hands into your hair, entangling his fingers between the strands. He crushed his lips against yours, his tongue lapping into your mouth. His fingers smoothed against your face, the feeling of his cold rings brushing against your cheek. Your foreheads connected as your eyes closed, resting silently along each other. “I can be sweet too.”

You chuckled, playfully biting his lip. “You’re a sweet, jealous prick, Teller.”

He pulled into you once more, pecking your lips slowly before escalating into your lips, pulling you on top of him. You straddled him there in the lot, surrounded by empty parked cars in the dead of night. His hands gripped at your waist, pulling your body tighter to him, the feeling of his erection pressing into your jeans. Your hands twisted into his hair, holding his head against yours. He smirked against your lips, trailing his hands lower to your ass, as he secured his hands in your back pockets. He stroked your cheek with his nose, kissing the pink tinted skin.

“I just don’t like sharing what’s mine.”

Your mouth found his as you raised your eyebrows, mumbling into his lips, “then take what's yours.”

He grinned, lifting you in one swift motion from his lap, standing you up against him. He pulled you across the parking lot as you stumbled drunk, trying to keep up. He led you to your car, opened the back door and pushed you flat against the back seat.

Jax laid above you, planting himself between your legs. He angled himself between the seats, crushing his mouth against yours. His touch was ravenous, ripping the buttons from your jeans waistband as he pulled the denim from your ass. You giggled as he struggled to get them off entirely between the leather of the flat seat. You lifted yourself up, helping as he removed them. He pulled at your shirt, lifting it higher to expose the skin around your stomach as he leaned into you, gnawing at the skin in short pecks from your navel to your now exposed panties. You grasped at his hair as he claimed you with his warm mouth, suffocating himself into the fabric that covered your mound.

“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking soaked for me.” He groaned at the taste of your slick pooling into the cotton, pulling your panties to the side. He circled his tongue against your clit, watching you, utterly mesmerised as you whimpered at the sensation. He rolled his thumb against your dripping fold, “this pretty cunt is mine.”

Vibrations filled your entire being as he nuzzled into your mound, lapping his tongue repeatedly against your slick, his hands lifting your ass to push deeper into you. You tugged at the roots of his blonde hair, drunken moans of his name filling the car park as you struggled to keep quiet. He pulled away, his face glistening from your juices as he smirked at you, caressing his fingers against your pussy. “You want your sweet guy to finish you off?”

Your head fell back at the taunt, “c’mon Jax, don’t- stop-”

He pulled your panties down your ass, exposing your cunt entirely. His tongue stroked you, prodding at your swollen nub, before hesitating again. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“Fuck, Jax- I’m- yours. I’m only yours.” The words trailed slowly from your gritted teeth, your head swirling from the feeling and the beer. You chased for his mouth, drawing your hips up closer to his face.

“Look at me when you tell me.”

You used all your might to lift your head from the seat, finding his eyes staring into yours, fire blazing within them. You spoke between your sharpened breaths, trying to form a coherent sentence. “I said- I’m yours.”

“I can’t hear you, darlin’. You’re only what?”

Your head collapsed into the leather seat, cries escaping your lips as you squirmed your hips higher to find his mouth again. “I’m yours- Jax- shit-”

“That’s my pretty girl.”

He stoked his tongue against your clit, enjoying every moment as you pleaded through your moans for him to take you to your climax. He was revelling in your anguish as he teased at your cunt. He played with your folds again, his fingers caressing the soaking skin.

“No other man comes near my pussy, isn’t that right?”

You groaned in response, his claim on you sending you further into spiral. “No- no one else.”

His lips reconnected to your cunt, whimpers of desperation pouring from your lips. His fingers finally found your entrance, rewarding you as he slid into your seam, pushing you towards your release.

He muttered into your mound, “you only cum for me.”

Your body exploded at his instruction, collapsing onto his fingers as they curled against your sweet spot, his mouth soaking in your orgasm. He delighted at your unravelling, his hands travelling your body as he found your breasts, kneading into the soft skin.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Let go for me.” Your thighs shook around his face uncontrollably, squeezing his head into your cunt.

He released his hand from your mound, hovering over you as his lips laid flush against yours. He danced around your mouth, forcing you to taste your slick that covered his tongue. Jax straddled over your hips, holding himself up against the headrest of the seat as his throbbing cock found your entrance. He positioned himself, sliding between the folds, a squeal escaping your throat as he filled you entirely.

Before he could fuck you senseless, a loud repeated bang was heard against the hood of the car, startling you both.

“Jackie boy! We gotta go!”

Jax collapsed against you, groaning in frustration. If you weren’t so drunk from Jax and the beer, you would’ve been furious. Instead you giggled, amused by the interruption, “Chib’s and his impeccable timing.” He sighed, his head resting against your chest.

He pulled out from you, as you rushed to put your underwear back in its place. He smirked against your mouth as he kissed you one last time, parting your lips between his, "guess I’ll just have to finish claiming you later.”

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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My girl. I love your writing. Can I request my favorite scotsman Chibs and number #8? 💕

Hey babe! Of course, you can. Let's have some fluff up in hereeeeeee!

"I love you."

Those three words. You've been dreaming of the day when he might speak them, your relationship undefined thus far, wondering, longing, too afraid of what he might say that could ruin it all for you by being the one to broach it first. Now that he has, you're still unsure whether you heard him right. Did he really tell you he loves you, or did your ears magically conjure those words to keep your heart safely wrapped up in the fantasy that he ever truly could?

He frowns slightly, reaching for your cheek. "Did you hear me, hen?"

"I did, but... but..." Your words are stammered, your emotions tumultuous. “Don’t say it unless you mean it. I couldn’t take the pain if you didn’t.”

His arms fold around you, pulling you against his chest, sighing as he places a kiss on your head. "What am I gonna do with you, eh? 'Course a meant it, you wee daft bugger. I fucking love you."

Your heart is no longer swathed in the blanket of fantasy. Now, it's safely held in his hands.

"I love you too," you whisper, looking up at him.

He smiles warmly, kissing the tip of your nose. "I know, baby. I know you do."

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Rats - Chibs Telford x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’d love to.”

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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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