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Filip “Chibs” Telford x Reader - One Shot

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Moved from @spacedbrainnn .

Little Clay.

That’s what they called you, Little Clay. You were the daughter of Teller and Morrow, Jax’s half sister who was untouchable. You were a princess, the pride and joy of Gemma and Clay, and everyone knew not to flirt with you, unless they planned to be intimidated.

And threatened.

That’s why you’d been talking to Chibs. Late night drinks here, a smile there, a wink thrown in the mix and you found yourself festering with feelings for the man twice your age.

But, you couldn’t care less.

You’d never talked about anything exclusive. There were never any lines drawn, anything. So when you saw him with a Crow Eater hanging around his hips, you couldn’t be jealous.

But, everyone else saw it plain as day.

“Oh come on, Clay Jr.” Tig was dancing on your last nerve while you were attempting to finish up an audit for the garage. You sat in Jax’s mechanic shirt while you wrote on a clipboard and typed on your calculator. “Give me one chance.”

“I’m not in the mood, Tiggy.”

“Why do you gotta give me such a hard time?”

“Because I’m a giver. It’s what I do.”

“But one chance. Let me take you out on the dance floor. We can even dance around the shop.”

“I’ve got two left feet.”

“Please—”

“Alexander Trager.” You spat the words colder than you intended and he feigned offense.

“What? Can’t stand to see Scottie have another woman—”

“What about Scottie?” The thick accent boomed throughout the garage as his boots preceded him. You looked up and tried not to show that your heart was pattering for him.

“Nothing. Just talking.” Tig smirked knowingly as he backed up and walked off, a toothpick in his lips as he exited. You looked down at your paper and tried to force yourself to get back to work.

“Lass? He givin’ ye a hard time?” His accent was undeniably bouncing around in your head while you tried to focus, unsuccessfully, due to his intense stare.

“No more than usual.” You replied to him as your pen marked against the paper, before you looked at the calculator.

“Ye sure?”

“I’m sure.” You didn’t give him that pretty smile you normally did. Hell, you didn’t even hardly look at him.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

“Nothing.”

“Ye can’t lie ta me like that.”

“I’m not lying.”

It was becoming a war of who was more stubborn, who would outlast. He gave a sigh before you heard the flick of the lighter, then cigarette smoke filled the air and you felt the scent of tobacco wash over you.

“Ye can’t lie ta me.”

“I’m not lying, Chibs.”

That’s when he knew. He was always Filip to you. Always.

“Tell me what’s eatin’ that pretty li’l head up.”

Sighing, exasperated, you gave up. Dropping your pen down, you stared up at him as it clattered and rolled off the desk.

“What are we?”

“Whataya mean?”

“I mean, what the hell are we? You can’t tell me we’re just friends. You can’t tell me that we haven’t been shamelessly flirting, dancing around the idea that we’re not something. It doesn’t make any sense.”

Your eyes searched his dark ones as he sighed, before he took another drag of the cigarette.

“Lassie, ye’re…”

“Half your age. I know. I don’t care. What are we?”

“What do ye want us to be?”

“More than this. I want you to not have fucking women—”

You were cut off by his little smirk. “Is that what this is about? The women?”

“Shut up.”

His smirk widened before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m yers, sweetheart. I’m yers.”

— end —

What's your favorite C.ai you've made ? And why

Oh goodness. I made one where Y/N and chibs had split up and he became a super depressed man because he realized how much she meant to him and how he screwed up. It's a super sweet prompt but it's also super sappy and makes my heart warm whenever I play around on that one. Oh! I also made one where Y/N was set up as payment for a drug and gambling dept from their parents as a arranged marriage to chibs and the wedding in said Roleplay was in 4 weeks when Y/N had just found out about everything the day y/n had to move into the clubhouse with chibs to get aquatinted and all that. It's an interesting turn of events

#22 and #97 from your smut prompt list, please? 🥹 whit chibs of course. thank you 💘

Sweetness: Chibs Telford X Reader.

18+ only of course.

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Sweetness was not something Filip Chibs Telford was accustomed to. In fact, he would most likely argue that there had never been any place for a sense of sweetness in his life, not even during his childhood.

He’d been raised on the streets of Glasgow and Belfast running wild and causing havoc more often than not. His poor sweet mother had worked so hard and so often that Chibs had been left to his own devices which usually consisted of running amuck with the other kids in the housing estate he’d been raised in.

It was in the housing estate in Belfast where he’d met Fiona Larkin who had shown him more than one way to get into trouble. She’d introduced him to the cause; a fight for a free and independent Ireland. 

There was no room for sweetness in the fight. That world was one filled with chaos and violence. 

He had known so little gentleness during that time. His Kerrianne of course had given him a sense of peace even with all the savagery that had been required by the cause.

That sense of peace had been so cruelly ripped away from him though. The peace he’d known for such a little amount of time had been yanked out from under him leaving him a broken shell of a man. 

When he had been so violently and traumatically banished from the cause, losing his family in the process, he’d found himself lost until SAMBEL had come to provide him with shelter.

That shelter was another environment where violence and ruthlessness was a natural part of life.

He’d embraced the ruthlessness and mayhem telling himself that he no longer cared about what happened to him.

He’d lost his wife and child and no longer had a place in the cause. He had thrown himself into SAMBEL with everything he had.

When SAMCRO had required a patch over from the Belfast Charter to ease tensions between the charters and the IRA, Chibs had been a natural choice. He was a loyal Son with knowledge of the cause. 

The MC had been his salvation and he’d thrown his loyalty fully into both charters.

SAMBEL and SAMCRO had offered a sense of belonging and a purpose. The belonging had a price though. The world of the MC was one of brotherhood but the brotherhood required sacrifice. That sacrifice meant embracing danger and brutality without question or fear.

Gentleness was not something Chibs had been allowed. Even when his Kerrianne had been brought back into his life; he could not fully return to a life of gentleness. 

Chibs had felt as though his life was far too often one of harsh violence. It was the reality of the life he’d chosen. He had accepted the reality of his world. 

He loved his brothers deeply and he loved his daughter, but he was comfortable with doing what was necessary for SAMCRO. He was a loyal Son after all. He would do what was asked of him no matter how brutal it might be. 

He’d never thought it would be possible to ever feel any sense of gentleness. He’d told himself that sweetness was not meant for men like him. 

So, imagine his shock when she came into his life.

Y/N was the definition of sweetness. He guessed it made sense given her line of work.

If anyone had told him that the nanny Tara had hired to help with Abel Teller, during her husband and a few other members of SAMCRO’s fourteen month stint in the San Joaquin County Correctional Facility, would be so appealing Chibs would not have believed it.

When he heard grumbles from Gemma about this new nanny, Chibs had been expecting some older lass. He’d been anticipating some grandmotherly type.

Y/N was no one's grandmother.

She was far younger than he’d been anticipating and far more alluring. Chibs had  almost felt guilty finding her so seductive considering the very first time he’d laid eyes upon her she’d been doing something quite innocent; coloring with Abel Teller.

He’d told himself that he was a total pervert, almost Tig-level, to be staring right down at Y/N’s cleavage when she’d been doing something as pure as coloring with a toddler.

It had been lust at first sight. Then she’d gazed up at Chibs and given him a demure little smile, and then he was certain it had been love at first sight.

It was in that moment that Chibs Telford had realized he was absolutely fucked just not quite in the way he’d like to be when it came to the young pretty nanny. 

He’d tried so hard to deny exactly what his heart and the lower region of his body was screeching it wanted. 

He’d told himself that there was no use finding Y/N attractive or admiring her sweet little smile. She most likely would have zero interest in an aging outlaw biker. He’d figured that a girl as sweet and as appealing as her most likely had a man. 

Besides, he’d tried to convince himself, he had so much work to do. This was no time to be distracted by a pretty young thing. 

The majority of his brothers were locked up and there were only a handful of guys keeping the club afloat. His focus had to be on SAMCRO. 

This was no time to even entertain the concept of romancing Abel Teller’s pretty nanny.

It seemed that fate had decided to laugh in his face though as it constantly seemed to plant Y/N right on the property of TM Auto and the Sons clubhouse.

With as much of a fuss as Gemma had made about the hiring of Y/N, the Queen of SAMCRO had grown quite fond of little Miss. Y/N. 

In fact, Chibs had gotten the strangest inkling that Gemma had hopes to set up the pretty little nanny with a Son. He’d maybe accidentally overheard Gemma’s attempts to point out available Sons to Y/N and the little causal questions about if Y/N had a man. 

He’d hated to admit that Gemma’s clear attempts to sniff out Y/N’s interest in a Son did trouble him quite a bit. He’d maybe felt the slightest smidge of annoyance when Gemma would mention Kozik to Y/N or even his incarcerated brother Juice. He’d found himself mentally grumbling that neither man seemed worthy of Y/N though he’d felt like an old fool for the thought. 

It seemed that Gemma’s approval of Y/N was born out of the fact that the woman was a godsend to Tara during such a trying time. 

She had to admit that the young woman was a great help to her pregnant daughter in law. 

The young woman was good with Abel, which was a high task. The little boy was high energy and required some extra care given the heart condition he’d been born with required medication and a watchful eye.

Y/N had proven to be a responsible caregiver with a seemingly endless sense of patience.

Chibs hated to admit he’d noticed and admired the way Y/N seemed to take on the Teller boy without ever breaking that sweet demeanor.

It seemed that Gemma had been approving of the fact that Y/N was comfortable enough around TM Auto and seemed to be wise enough not to question the legality of the men her boss was so acquainted with. 

Most of the time Chibs had been able to avoid making nothing more than polite small talk with Y/N. She was usually a little busy with Abel after all. She was even on occasion willing to watch over the Winston children as well as Lyla’s boy which Lyla and Opie were happy to pay for.

So, given that Y/N was usually surrounded by children, Chibs had found that he could not do much more than make some polite small talk…that he might on occasion be bold enough to tack on just the slightest hint of flirtation to.

He had been relieved that if she’d noticed the flirting she’d not seemed opposed to it. In fact, at times it had felt as though she was even flirting back just a little. 

The change from polite acquaintances to friendship had come when Y/N’s car had broken down on the side of the road.

When a tow truck had been called from TM Auto, Chibs had been the one to answer the call. In fact, he’d been the one who had practically tripped over himself to answer the call once he found out it was Y/N who was calling. 

The ride to TM Auto had started with small talk until Chibs had found himself asking a bit of a deeper question.

“How’d ye get into child mindin? If ye don’t mind me askin?”

Y/N had shrugged her shoulders, a small sheepish smile crossing her features as she toyed with the strap to her purse. “I have always been good with kids…even when I was a kid. It’s a long story…but I guess to make the long story short, I grew up in and out of foster homes. More often than not they weren’t great homes, and there were usually a lot of kids. The last few I lived in, they kind of sucked. Someone had to look out for the kids.I had to grow up fast, but on the bright side it gave me a skillset that I can use”

Chibs furrowed his brow, something in his heart twisting at the tale. He spoke before he could stop himself. “What bout yer family? There was no one?”

“Not anyone responsible enough nor willing. My parents just weren’t…ready. The rest of my family was in trouble with the law more often than not, so I wasn’t really able to go to any of them. The second I turned eighteen I was officially aged out of the system. I had to find a path on my own and figure it out. I waitressed for a few years, but the money wasn’t too great. The nanny thing seemed like a better path. I found an ad in the paper looking for a nanny that had decent pay and I applied. I lived in a bigger city back then, down in Southern California, and there were some affluent families that were willing to pay me pretty well even if I didn’t have the same qualifications as some other options. They liked how good I was with the kids and they liked that I was a student at the time. I was able to take a few classes while I nannied, art classes, ceramics and painting…I had hopes at one point I could make a career out of that, but life doesn’t always turn out the way we hoped.”

“What brings ye to Charming, we ain’t exactly a big city? Doesn’t seem like many nanny jobs out ere compared to the city.” Chibs blurted out a frown still written across his features as he thought of her past and how it seemed she’d had no one to care for her as a child. He could relate to a sense of feeling alone and abandoned by those who should protect you. 

He felt his heart twist even more at the mention of life not turning out the way she’d hoped. He could relate to this feeling as well. 

Y/N paled at the question gazing at the older man beside her. She debated telling the truth. She feared what his reaction might be to the truth. Even worse, she feared he’d go off and share the information with Tara who would only view her as a risk to keep as an employee.

She sighed deciding that there was no use in lying. She had to hope and pray that Chibs Telford would not betray her secrets. “I was dating this guy…he got kind of intense and I decided that I…I just, I needed to get away…I wasn’t happy in the city. I was lonely more often than not…I needed a change. Charming seemed like as good of a place as any. I needed a break from school anyhow, I think I just wanted some change.”

Chibs furrowed his brow a sense of something that unsettled him settling down in his gut at the mention of this ex. He held back any further questions about it, unable to keep the flirty tone from his voice, the words leaving him before he could stop them. “Aye, I know the feeling, bein lonely…I’m glad ye chose Charming, Love. If ye ever feel lonely around here, I’m around. I find I’m pretty good company.”

Y/N felt that warm feeling blossom in her chest the way she’d noticed it did far too often when it came to Chibs Telford. “Me too, I am happy here. I’ll keep that in mind.”

The conversation had helped build an odd sort of friendship between the pair. In between dealing with club business, Chibs had found himself gravitating towards Y/N and she’d seemed willing to accept his company.

She usually wound up bringing Abel up to TM Auto at least twice a week at Gemma’s insistence. During those visits Chibs found reasons to visit with her. 

The change in the odd friendship they’d developed had come when Lyla had invited Y/N to a Friday night bash. She was off nanny duty and Lyla had coaxed Y/N into a fun night out.

She’d insisted that a woman Y/N’s age needed to let loose. Y/N had anxiously accepted the offer telling herself that a night out couldn’t hurt even if it was in SAMCRO’s clubhouse. 

Nothing had prepared Chibs for the sight of Y/N walking into a Friday night party clinging close to Lyla, wearing the most alluring little lilac dress.

He’d noticed that he was not the only man admiring her that night. When a club hangaround had taken too much interest Chibs had felt a much needed push to make his move.

He’d approached her with enough brazeness, his arm wrapping around her waist the words leaving him. “Let me get ye a drink, Love, come keep a lad company.”

A few shots, some lingering touches, and a game of darts had been all it had taken for Chibs’ lips to land against hers.

When they’d parted, doubts had begun to plague his mind, the words flying from his lips. “I am such a prick, ye have been drinkin an ye aint in the right state of mind to allow this shite.”

She’d rolled her eyes staring up at him like he was an idiot as she’d spoken. “I have been trying to get you to want to kiss me for months now, Filip. Just because we have both had a little liquid courage to push us towards this doesn’t mean I’m incapable of knowing what I want. What I want is you.”

He sighed his throat tightening up the words leaving him praying he was not dropping a bombshell on her. “I aint what ye need, Love. I know yer a smart lass…ye probably have noticed that yer boss and her associates ain't exactly operating on the right side of the law.”

Y/N took him by shock, the words leaving her. “I had my suspicions. I didn’t exactly come from saints, Filip. I wasn’t brought up around people who walked on the right side of the law both within my own family and in the occasional foster home I wound up in. It’s nothing new to me. I figured out just who and what my boss’ husband was the first time Tara had me take Abel by TM and I spotted the clubhouse and the kuttes. I won’t pretend that I wasn’t a little freaked out…but I am not about to bite the hand that feeds me, or pays me in this scenario.”

She paused, staring into his eyes her words earnest. “I find it hard to think you aren’t what I need. I have never felt as though I wasn’t safe around you or the people you associate with. I don’t particularly care what side of the law you’re walking on. I enjoy being around you. I am pretty accustomed to not feeling like I have a place in the world, it’s a feeling that’s always followed me, but when I’m with you, I think I might just have found a place in the world.”

She’d paused, spotting the doubts in his eyes before she spoke again. “You kiss me again tomorrow, the answer isn’t going to change. I know exactly what I want.”

He’d not had a chance to give a kiss the next morning as she had been the one to do it. She’d proudly knocked on his dorm room, her lips meeting his as the door had opened the words leaving her. “See, told you so.”

He’d stared down at her dumbfounded as she spoke, her shoulders slumping, fearing she’d misread this entire situation that she was sure had been building between them. “Am I wrong about any of this? You can tell me if I am totally misinterpreting anything. I’m a big girl, I can take rejection, Filip. We can just pretend that this never happened if that’s what you prefer.”

He’d shown her that he was very much not rejecting her, his lips meeting hers. His hands had taken hers dragging her into his dorm room where he’d shown her that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

That sense of want had not disappeared in their time together.

Y/N had shown Chibs Telford a sense of sweetness he had never thought possible nor had he ever believed he deserved. 

Much to his relief she’d proven that she did not mind what side of the law he walked on. She had proven to him time and time again that she was remaining by his side no matter what chaos his life might bring to her feet. She was loyal and trusting. She was willing to accept who he was in its entirety. 

She had time and time again reassured him that he was good to her and that was what mattered to her at the end of the day. 

She had spent a year by his side thus far and had become his greatest support and his most cherished treasure.

She no longer worked as the nanny for the Teller-Knowles family, but had still remained by Chibs’ side and a part of the world of SAMCRO. She’d become his ol lady. 

Her place as his ol lady had of course meant that her career path had taken a turn. Not many people were thrilled to hire a woman who very bluntly ran around with the local outlaw biker club. 

Chibs had felt guilty at first, fearing he’d taken her from a job she loved.

She had embraced the change though. She’d taken some shifts helping Gemma out in the office at TM Auto and had begun to take classes online with Chibs’ encouragement. She was trying her hand at art again, hoping that she might make a career out of it selling paintings and ceramics online. 

Being practically self employed meant that no one could judge the man she had fallen in love with.

For Chibs it was a love he was thankful for. He had devoted himself to being worthy of the love she so willingly gave him. 

He never thought he could have someone who treated him with such gentleness. 

She might have told him that she felt like she’d found her place in the world beside him, but he had to think it was the other way around. 

He had found his place by her side. 

Much to his delight the crow that had recently been inked onto her skin confirmed that she wanted to be by his side as badly as he realized he needed her there. 

He knew of course that no one would take a look at them and think they belonged together; the sweet former nanny and the outlaw biker. They were an odd match but he was pleased that she was willing to accept the world he came with. 

He couldn’t help but to feel a smug sense of satisfaction in this moment knowing no one would surely believe that the sweet young woman would love the outlaw biker enough to currently be engaging in this activity with him.

He sat on the edge of his bed in his dorm room, the stresses he’d endured today too far away to grasp as Y/N knelt between his parted legs. She rested on her knees, her lips wrapped around his aching cock.

He knew no one would ever believe that his sweet ol lady would so eagerly drop to her knees for him with so little coaxing on his part.

He groaned, his hand pressed to the back of her head, his fingers wrapped in her hair holding it back so that he could have a full view of her treatment of him. 

He spoke the words low and filled with praise. “Oh, Love. So good fer me. Shite, ye love this, don’t ye?”

She hummed around him in response, clearly giving him an affirmative answer, the action making him groan.

He spoke, continuing to stare down at her. “Fuck yes, ye love takin care of this cock. Ye fuckin thrive on wrappin those soft lips round me and takin me down yer throat. No one would believe my sweet lass loves suckin me off.”

She moaned around him again the act causing a pleasant vibration around his aching member. He responded by pushing her head down further, a deep groan leaving his lips as he hit the back of her throat causing her to gag ever so slightly.

She reached forward grasping onto his balls massaging them as she hallowed her cheeks making him groan her name.

She pulled her lips from him and her hand from his balls causing him to let out a disappointed whine. 

The disappointment did not last for long as she wrapped a hand around him, stroking him. She gazed upwards towards him as she spoke her voice so pleasantly raspy given her most recent activity. “I love you.”

“Love ye too, Christ, I love ye.” He groaned, his hand pulling from the back of her head reaching down to caress her cheek.

She leaned into his touch a little pleased soft sigh leaving her as she continued to stroke him. 

He turned her head, her lips running along his palm. He ran his thumb along her swollen lips, she taking the hint wrapping her lips around it sucking the digit with the same intensity she would suck his cock.

He groaned his cock twitching at the action. She ran her tongue along the pad of his thumb the same way she ran it along the tip of his cock when she felt like teasing him.

The action made him groan he pulling his thumb from her mouth placing his hands at her cheeks as he spoke. “Get up ere, Love. Don’t make me wait.”

She obediently released his cock causing a groan to leave him. He spitting in his hand before reaching down and stroking his cock his eyes on her as she stood up.

He spoke his voice a low growl. “Take off those panties, sweetheart. Let me see ye.”

She did as he said shimmying out of the thin cotton fabric allowing it to fall to the floor before kicking it off.

“Get rid of the bra too.” He demanded as he scooted back in his bed resting his back against the headboard he reluctantly releasing his aching cock to do so.

She did as she was told unable to resist the urge to run her hands along her bare breasts. Chibs watched a groan of approval leaving his lips as she tugged at her nipples the little buds hardening to a point.

He spoke his voice low and filled with admiration. “Yer so fucking gorgeous. Perfect, Love.” 

“You’re gorgeous.” She was fast to respond earning a deep chuckle from him a smirk crossing his lips.

“Aye, pretty lass, but terrible taste.” He teased causing her to roll her eyes as she sauntered towards him.

She spoke as she stared down at him her hand reaching out to stroke his cheek he leaning into her touch on instinct. “You are a terribly handsome man, Filip Telford.”

He felt the genuine smile tug at the corner of his lips he quite sure he did not believe her, but the praise was nice all the same.

He patted his thighs he reluctantly pulling from her touch. “Ride me, Love. Been thinkin bout this all day. Fuckin shite with the Irish has pissed me off. Need my ol lady to take care of me.”

She willingly straddled his lap placing either leg on the side of his thighs. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders pressing her body close to his.

He groaned at the feel of her body pressed so snug against his the wet hot heat of her center so close to his aching cock and her hard nipples pressed to his chest.

He reached up massaging her breasts his thumbs sliding along her nipples causing a pleased sigh to leave her her head falling back. He pressed soft kisses to her exposed neck knowing he’d already left a few love bites in his wake earlier this evening.

She would most likely have to use quite a bit of concealer to cover his marks, but this had become a familiar task for her. Though to be honest on occasion when she was feeling particularly cheeky she might forgo the concealer and let the hickeys he’d branded her with be on full exposure knowing he got a certain sense of pride when his brothers teased him over the marks on her neck.

She grinded her hips against him her center sliding along his aching cock teasingly not giving in to taking him just yet. 

He leaned down just enough to wrap his lips around one of her nipples suckling eagerly at the little bud rolling it between his teeth as his hand massaged her breast. The action worked a moan from her lips her hips grinding against him even more fervently.

He gripped down onto her backside, with the hand that was not occupied by her breast, his fingers digging into the flesh a groan leaving his lips vibrating against her breast.

She spoke her mind feeling hazy lust overtaking any sense of shame she may have had. “Oh, Daddy, you feel so good and you aren’t even in me yet.”

He pulled from her breast almost uncertain he’d heard her correctly. 

She felt her hips still dread washing over her as her lust filled brain cleared enough to realize what had just been said. 

He spoke questioning the comment. “Did ye jus call me Daddy?”

She buried her head against the nape of his neck a whine leaving her her skin flushing from far more than arousal. She spoke her words muffled against his neck. “I just killed the mood didn’t I?”

She spoke another mortified whine leaving her. “Can we forget this entire conversation?”

“Not a fuckin chance.” Chibs remarked coaxing her into pulling back she groaning fearing the worst almost sure she’d turned him off.

She spoke the words frantic. “I don’t have daddy issues…I mean, I might…but I probably have Mommy issues too…I don’t see you as some kind of father figure, I swear to God. This isn’t some kind of fucked up thing where my desire for a father figure somehow got crosswired with sexual attraction. I promise that this isn’t some weird kink for me. I can not imagine how uncomfortable blurting that out must make you feel when we never even discussed it. I mean…you’re a dad and it’s so fucking weird. I promise you I will never do this again. I am so so so sorr…”

He spoke interrupting her before she had a chance to keep spiraling. “Lass, calm down and take a breath aye? Yer makin me outta breath with yer ramblin.”

He spoke again before she had a chance to apologize. “Ye didn’t make shite weird. It ain’t weird. As far as kinks, it aint the weirdest one out there. I know ye don’t see me as some kinda da figure. I ain’t relatin that word to me bein a parent. My daughter calls me Da fer fucks sake. As far as daddy issues…I got em too, Lass. Barely knew my own Da. Most people got daddy issues in my experience at least in the crowd we know. I got plenty of my own shite feelings bout my father. I know neither of us are workin out shite from our childhoods on each other, Love.” 

He groaned at the mention of his own childhood and his status as a parent; it not quite something that he enjoyed discussing, especially when he had a beautiful nude woman still pressed so close to his bare cock.

He pressed a kiss to her cheek his voice reassuring. “As far as ye callin me Daddy…I like it. Reminds me that I protect ye, take care of ye. I like takin care of my ol lady.”

He paused pressing another kiss to her cheek. “Ye can call me Daddy all ye want, Love. Trust me, Daddy wants to make his ol lady feel so good.”

He took her hand in his pressing a kiss to her knuckles before guiding it down his body pressing it against his hard cock the words strained as she touched him. “See what ye do to me, Love? This aint a turn off fer me.”

She whined her center clenching at the words and reassurance. She felt her cheeks flush as she spoke, deciding to dip her toes in the water. “Does Daddy want me to ride his cock?”

“Fuck yes, always my Love.” He groaned a whine leaving him as she pulled her hand from his cock.

He reached down between them taking himself in hand. He ran his aching cock along her center a hiss leaving him. “Yer so wet, jus drippin Sweet Love.”

“Just for you Daddy.” She replied preening at the groan that left him at the words his eyes staring into hers dark with lust.

He positioned himself at her, opening his hand placing against her hip encouraging her to lower herself, taking him in slowly inch by inch.

He stared up at her in awe moments like this always taking his breath away. It was that first initial press of his cock into her aching center that just did it for him. It was something about the sight of her; her head fallen back, her lips parted a soft gasp leaving her, her skin flushed. She looked so serene and almost angelic an amusing thought given that they were doing something so far from innocent.

She whined as he entered her to the hilt, he always feeling as though he was almost too much at this angle. She was always overtaken how full and deliciously stretched she felt in this position.

Chibs Telford’s cock was far too magnificent though she would not often praise him over it. The man didn’t need another reason to be cocky, no pun intended.

He pressed his hands to her hips massaging the soft skin letting her adjust to him his breathing deep and steady as he tried to resist the urge to thrust up into her. 

He spoke his voice filled with adoration. “That’s my Love, takin me jus right. Feels like home in ye. Could stay here forever. Needed this so bad Sweet Love. After the fuckin horrible day I had, needed my girl.”

She moaned the words washing over like a caress making her heart ache with adoration.

She knew things had been tense as of lately dealing with club business. She could remember how hesitant he’d been to share the reality of just what SAMCRO did with her as their romantic relationship had blossomed.

It had taken a lot of reassurance and coaxing from her to make him believe it was okay to open up to her about it. She had to remind him that it was not just his burden to carry. She loved him and love meant sharing burdens and holding one another up.

She had found that even if the details he shared with her could be disturbing at times and terrifying at others, she adored him enough to want to listen. She wanted to reassure him when he needed it and comfort him when reassurance did not seem enough.

She pressed her lips to his her voice soft. “Love you Filip.”

“Love ye.” he replied the words barely leaving him before she began to rock against him, his hands gripping down onto her hips encouraging her movements.

He groaned at the heat of her and the soaking silken feel of her around his aching cock. He was not lying. She felt like home. No matter how chaotic and frightening his life felt; her body always gave him a sense of comfort and security.

He pressed his forehead to hers, his hands caressing her hips and bottom as she found a rhythm back and forth up and down. 

She placed a hand against the back of his head stroking his hair, her lips pressing to his their tongues teasingly sliding against one anothers in open mouthed kisses. They moaned against the kisses becoming lost in the feel of one another’s bodies.

He groaned the sensation of her sinking down on to his cock and rising before repeating the action making him feel dizzy. He gazed down at her breasts a groan of approval leaving him as he watched them bounce with the movement. The sight was always a pleasing one.

She giggled spotting where his gaze had landed. He was and had always been a breast man, though Chibs was quick to claim he tended to like every part of a woman. She would quickly point out to him though that upon their first meeting she’d noticed his eyes locked on her tits.

She spoke a gasp leaving her as Chibs gripped down onto her hips pulling her down harder onto him he hitting her at a deeper angle reaching so far into her that she had to tremble at the feeling. “Jesus, Fuck, Filip, right there.”

“Aye righ there? Ye like it when Daddy fucks ye like this?” He teased a moan leaving her her clit throbbing at the words any shame she may have felt earlier a little too far away to grasp.

“I do, does Daddy like this pussy?” She asked the question earning a smack to her backside, the action making her let out a delighted squeak.

“Ye know I do, Love. Love this pussy. Fuckin heaven on my cock.” He praised her, giving her backside another smack smiling at the little noise that left her.

She moaned as he continued to encourage her to bounce on his cock his gaze going back and forth between her breasts and the look of pleasure on her features. It was at times like this that he wished he had two sets of eyes so he could admire both sights.

He spoke encouraging her movements. “That’s my good girl, ridin me, takin care of me. Jus like I take care of her, aye?”

“Uh huh, takes such good care of me, Baby.” She whined her hands caressing his body her nails digging into his scalp and shoulders causing a hiss to leave his lips.

She tugged at his hair forcing his head up so her lips could meet his a groan leaving his lips at the dominant action. She was the only woman in the world who he would willingly allow himself to show such a submissive action to.

He had found that he enjoyed little peeks of domination in her. She’d been so shy the first few times they’d made love. Anytime he could encourage her and make her comfortable enough to take the reins made him harder than he was sure he’d been in his entire life.

He spoke his voice soft, his grip tightening on her hips. “Touch yer clit, Sweet girl. Come on, help Daddy get ye there.”

She did as he said her hand trailing down her body finding the oversenstive little bud knowing any stimulation to it always made her pussy drenched. 

During her single years she had quickly learned that any toying with the sensitive bundle of nerves would make her cum far too quick. It was helpful when she needed to get off and didn’t have much time.

She rubbed circular patterns into the bud, a moan leaving her lips. “Fuck, Filip, Oh shit.”

“Feel good, Love?” He teased already knowing the answer judging by her reaction.

He’d spent long enough rubbing her clit and overstimulating her as he ate her out and fingered her. He’d learned long ago how to pleasure her to the brink of insanity. He took pride in taking care of what was his and making it clear to her that he was capable of making her feel so good.

“Shit, yes. Fucking feels so good, Oh God.” She whined her thighs trembling at the action she struggling to keep up a rhythm as she grinded against him.

He placed his hands at her hips strong enough to guide her hips, his eyes studying her face wishing he’d thought to lie back for this so he could have a clear view of her toying with her clit.

The closeness of sitting up while she rode him was too tempting to ignore though. He’d needed the closeness after the stressful awful day he’d had dealing with club business. 

He wanted to be as close as possible to the love of his life as she rode him out. He didn’t want to think about anything but the woman straddling his hips riding his cock. As far as he was concerned nothing existed outside of this room at this moment.

She whined a heat pooling deep in her abdomen, her body spiraling closer and closer to release the feel of his cock inside of her and her fingers on her aching clit pushing her close to her end. 

She spoke her voice broken curses and his name spilling from her. “Filip, fuck, fuck, fuck, Oh Filip.”

He groaned, his fingers digging into her hips, he speaking, encouraging her. “Fuck yes, Cum on this cock Love.”

She whimpered, feeling lightheaded and shaky, her body trembling as the pleasure became blinding. Her center clenched around him, her orgasm hitting her hard.

He grunted at the sensation of her center fluttering around his aching cock her center so soaked and hot he was certain he could die at this moment and be utterly pleased as he went out. 

He encouraged her movements even as her body jerked she falling apart above him cries of his name leaving her between moans that could only be described as carnal.

He did his best to dig his feet into the bed, bending his knees enough to help him thrust up into her as she fell apart above him. He grunted his balls aching drawing up close to his body signaling all amazing things had to come to an inevitable end.

He huffed out heavy breaths , his brow furrowing in concentration trying not to blow his load so quickly, wanting so badly to draw this out.

He spoke his voice thick with lust. “Shite, Love, ye feel too good.” 

She whimpered her body growing limp against him, she feeling as though her limbs were made of jello as her orgasm tapered off.

She wrapped her arms around him, her body feeling too spent to bounce on him with as much enthusiasm as she’d previously had.

He kept his hands on her hips rocking her against him as he fucked up into her his voice needy his accent deepinging all the more. “Yer such a good girl, Yer going to make Daddy cum.”

She whimpered the words making a pleased shudder wash over her, she spoke her voice quivering her clit aching her body feeling oversensitve the movement in her almost too much. “Please, do it. Cum for me.”

She ran her hands through his hair gripping onto the back of his head forcing him to stare into her eyes as she spoke. “Please, Daddy.”

He groaned losing it at the words his hips moving at a frenzied pace his balls throbbing as he found his release. He felt himself fall over the edge shockwaves of pleasure washing over him. 

He felt almost intoxicated at the sensation, his cock twitching as he spilled ropes of hot cum into her; she feeling him pulse inside of her a sense of warmth washing over her.

He murmured words of praise, his voice low and pleased. “That’s my girl, such a good girl fer me. Shite, Love. Jus what I needed.”

He sunk against the headboard, his own body feeling heavy and spent as the last of his release spilled into her.

She stroked his hair, his hands caressing her body as they both panted against one another. 

He whined as his cock softened feeling oversensitve as she reluctantly pulled up off him not moving her body back from his wanting to remain pressed close to him.

He pressed his lips lazily against her skin his voice low and drowsy. “Love ye, Lass. Such a perfect love. Makin me feel so good.”

She pressed her lips against his her voice soft. “Love you too Filip.”

He spoke his voice teasing daring to gaze up at her the look on his face easily described as lovesick. “Did Daddy make ye feel good?”

She rolled her eyes a huff leaving her knowing that this newfound kink was not going anywhere any time soon. 

She pressed her lips to his deciding to embrace it. “So good Daddy.”

Her lips left his she burying her face against his neck feeling adored and protected against him. 

He smiled holding on to her hand undeniable sense of comfort washing over him. He stroked her skin a soft content sigh leaving him

He had never anticipated that a man like him would be allowed such sweetness, but he knew he would do whatever it took to keep it in his life.

day five — love in the rain

ᯓ ꨄ︎ — summary; a heated fight with chibs leads to confessions in the rain

ᯓ ꨄ︎ — warnings; descriptions of reader and chibs having been flirty before, kinda jealous!reader, love confessions in the rain, they kiss at the end, that’s it tho i think (lmk if there’s any typos)

ᯓ ꨄ︎ — word count; 998

ᯓ ꨄ︎ — a/n; it took me literal days to write this

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you and Chibs had been walking the line for too long, and to say it wasn’t eating you up inside would be a lie.

you both flirted and got touchy, but had never gone all the way just yet or talked about feelings. 

yet whenever you seen him surrounded by croweaters, it sent a pang of jealousy through you. 

it wasn’t your place to be jealous, you weren’t his old lady or anything. 

despite the longing you had for it.

tonight though, when you visited the clubhouse your usual banter and flirting with Chibs was nowhere to be found.

instead it was replaced with a shouting match, neither of you able to talk how you usually did. which made everyone else share awkward glances as the pair of you yelled. 

it wasn’t until you stormed out and Chibs followed that anyone else got peace, though your shouting match never ended — even as it rained, neither of you stopped.

“what is wrong with you?”

he asked which made you scoff, continuing to walk away from him despite not having a ride home. 

“what’s wrong with me?!”

you retorted, something akin to venom in your tone. Chibs took a step back, never having seen you like this before. never seen you so upset at him before.

despite his annoyance towards your argument, he couldn’t deny that he was worried about you.

“i’m worried love”

he told, softer now. catching your wrist, he pulled you into him. the rain battering down around you as you stood chest to chest, looking up at him you sighed. 

it wasn’t like it wasn’t normal for him to be worried, it was just who he was. but with everything, it didn’t feel right. not now at least. 

“please can we talk?”

he asked softly, letting go of your wrist as his hands ghosted over your hips. something that would usually make you curl into him, tonight though you couldn’t bring yourself to. 

taking a step back from him, turning on your heel and continuing through the lot. the rain had continued to beat down around you both, soaked from head to toe as he followed after you. 

“go away”

you called out to him over your shoulder, but he stayed on his pursuit after you. 

you didn’t even know where you were going, only that you knew you didn’t want to speak to him. 

“not leaving you love”

that made you sigh. 

with every step you took, the rain came down heavier and the urge to curl into him grew stronger. 

turning towards him, you seen the determination in his eyes. the look he gave you made you sigh again, he really wasn’t going to leave you alone. especially not in this rain. 

“you’re unbelievable”

you told, listening to him chuckle before he shook his head. his hands lifting to push the wet strands of his hair out of his face as he spoke. 

“told you i’m not leaving you”

he took a step closer, the closest you’d both been all night. 

“wouldn’t leave even if you begged me to”

you had to shake your head, his words didn’t make sense. though you hoped this was going where you hoped it did. 

but still, he was out in the pouring rain all because you were. 

“shouldn’t you be with your croweaters?”

he chuckled again, shaking his head again as he took another step towards you—chest to chest again. 

“think i’ve done enough of that,”

he told while lifting both hands to hold your face, his thumbs soothing across your cheeks and brushing away the still pouring raindrops. 

his eyes met yours, and the sincerity behind them sent a shiver down your spine. though you wanted to blame it on the rain and being cold. 

“and i think it’s time i stop acting like an idiot and make this right”

your eyebrows knitted together, the reality of what he was saying not fully settling in. 

gulping at the intensity of his stare as his thumbs continued across your cheeks, you whispered out to him. 

“make this right?”

you repeated back to him, his eyes softer now as he nodded once more. 

“aye love, make this right”

he leaned in impossibly closer, your breath mingling with his before his lips pressed to yours. 

you gasped against his lips at first, earning another chuckle before he deepened the kiss. you could hear faint whistles and jeers coming from the direction of the clubhouse but ignored them, the rain helping to muffle them too. 

after a minute you broke apart, smiling at him as he spoke again. 

“i know i’ve been a bit of a dick lately, but i know what i want—know that i want you”

his words made your breath hitch, eyes searching his and finding nothing but sincerity. 

“you just saying that?”

the words left you with a second thought, face knitting together at the realisation that they’d slipped. 

Chibs chuckled though, his lips curling into a smirk before he kissed you again. his hands continued to hold your face as his lips pressed to yours, his kisses bruising until he mumbled against your lips. 

“never just say things”

he pressed another kiss to your lips before pulling back, casting a glance over his shoulder to Tig and Jax jeering at the clubhouse door. 

Chibs chuckled and shook his head, meeting your eyes again as you whispered back. 

“i want you too”

as if possible, his smirk widened. rolling your eyes at him before stealing another kiss, a satisfied hum falling from his lips. 

“though you’ve got a lot of making up to do”

you told while pointing a finger at his chest, giggling as he raised his brows before he leaned into you again. 

his kisses needy and addictive, which made the teasing and jeers from the clubhouse grow louder. both of you ignoring the teasing as the rain continued to batter down around you as he whispered out between kisses.

“whatever it takes”

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● drives you everywhere, because

● "you don't need to do it, that's why you got me. let me help"

● calls you darling, bonnie, and mo chridhe in private, as he holds this particular term too intimate and affectionate. Generally he prefers a shorter form of your name

● after some time you find with surprise that he can recite Irish poetry and likes doing that. The softer side of Chibs is generally not demonstrated in the club, and you discover it to be even softer than you would imagine

● so loyal

● likes to grumble. He grumbles so much, like an old man

● adheres to more or less traditional role in relationship, considering himself the protector, the earner, and the boss

● but Chibs is insightful and intelligent; he respects you the way that shows he sees you as a human first. You quickly relax and rely on him and spare yourself of the need to be constantly strong and decisive. There's no danger of being belittled, commanded around or neglected with Chibs

● he never leaves his roots behind, and is a big difference to the Americans around him. You experience his Scottish philosophy and hear the special expressions all the time

● boomer humor. 'Scottish people are temperamental: 50% temper, and 50% mental 🤪'

● will break someone's face at your whim without even thinking. Will deal with consequences later. It's atypical of him as he's more of a mediator, so you try not to exploit him

● likes to praise you verbally, he is very generous at that

● in turn, Chibs doesn't expect any compliments and just accepts love quietly and with hidden gratitude. It's important to him to maintain the stone facade because he believes it to be safer for both of you. But you suspect it's just a deeper lying desire to stay unknown.

● because Chibs manages to live like he didn't have all these very heavy past experiences, but they lurk into the present nevertheless

● needless to say, the one thing he will never forgive is betrayal. And he would never betray, either. His loyalty to the club and to you sometimes even gets in the way

● he always means to kiss you quickly, but the kiss always grows into full French

● forehead kisses

● when Chibs feels dangerous, he only opens his eyes half-way, and you strangely feel the safest

● there's a stark and attractive contrast between his two personalities: the soft old man, and the merciless IRA enforcer

● when he's in his killing mode, he starts looking younger

● listening to music when he drives you in the car

● he can drive you in circles if you really want to just ride the city and listen to music

● at least once, before you started dating, he said to you 'I'm too old/bad/stupid/rough for you'

● Chibs is good at dancing and hides it better than his softest features

● likes discussing 'the boys' with you

● with him, you have an insight unique and very universal at the same time, that a person like Chibs really only needs just love, and nothing else

● likes your legs

● sex is rough more often than not

● won't let the guys call you his old lady, if you don't like this term

● he has this gallant trick where he kisses your hand in a knightly fashion

● he doesn't see himself as pretty and acts accordingly. He says, Scottish people aren't pretty, it's an unnecessary distraction for us

● relationship with him starts at 1. sex, 2. dates, not the other way around. He's not really good at courting someone from the get go, but he is a good boyfriend

● bringing food and flowers without you having to ask

● a lot of things he does are very mature, for example, sitting out the tantrums and arguments, he just allows you to express it all and then continues his day. Chibs doesn't like talking about his feelings too much, preferring to express them through actions. It takes time to get used to. He's not the type to engage in the 'which season do you think I am' type of convos.

● ready to take a bullet for you, no questions asked

● he is generally guarded and respectful with women and impresses all your friends with his seeming indifference

● Chibs' most attractive feature is how unbothered and uninterested he is. But once you have him, he's glued to you for life

● not needy, will be able to go on without even a hug for a long time if he feels you don't want it

● generally Chibs is irritatingly mature and independent, and he teaches you maturity, too

● that's where the real commitment and love are

● zero bullshit guy; he's finely tuned, has high emotional intelligence and doesn't try to seem what he's not

● he openly admits that you can manipulate him and he will obey, because all he has is you, and he enjoys every moment of it. But when it becomes toxic, he draws a very certain limit

● will fight for this relationship but won't humiliate himself

● he's a Scorpio: mysterious, emotional, secretive and complicated.

● sorry the list is big. Like Chibs' dick