#Chibs Telford drabble

[darklydeliciousdesires]

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?” 

[bullet-prooflove]

🌹

When the door to your office opens you think it’s Filip, it wouldn’t be the first time he’s turned up to bring you home because you’ve gotten caught up in something.

You don’t expect to see Galen.

The Butcher of Belfast closes the door quietly behind him before coming to stand in front of your desk. There’s a moment where you don’t move, you can’t. You can feel your heart palpitate against your ribcage, the scars on your back scratching against the fabric of your silk shirt. He tips his head slightly to one side before the left corner of his mouth twists up into a smile.

- Queen - Out: 16th August

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

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

I really like this one!

Drabble Masterlist

Little Arms, Big Bottles.

Contains: Fluff

394 words

Comment if you want to be tagged/removed

Chibs has a sudden realisation when he goes to the store

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

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

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

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

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

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

You blinked, "what?"

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

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

Fin

[band--psycho]

Valentines Day Drabbles

Hello my lovely followers! 💛

So, as valentines day isn't too far away I thought I'd hop on here and say that I'm hosting a Valentines day drabble writing challenge!

The strories will be between 100 and 500 words!

You can also only choose one prompt per character request - If a prompt/trope has been crossed out it means that I have had two requests for it and will not be accepting anymore.

Below you'll find a list of prompts/tropes & characters that I would like to write for:

Prompts / Tropes:

First valenties day togehter

"Will you be my valentine?"

"I hate valentines day"

Platonic Soulmates

Angsty Valentines day

Valentines Night

Valentines day on a budget (not being able to afford expensive giftds etc)

Secret Admirerer

Working on Valentines day

Valentines day proposal

Red lipstick

Valentines day letter

Characters:

Vander

Negan

Chibs Telford

Jax Teller

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Harvey Specter

Remus Lupin

Draco Malfoy

Neville Longbottom

Natasha Romanoff

Benedict Bridgerton

If you want to send in a request just send me an ask with the character and prompt/trope you want me to write the story for.

As always, thank you all for the continued support! 💛

Tagging:

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[mystra-midnight]

Open for Business

i’m having trouble finding the muse to finish off my wips. i think i just need a good distraction, so i’m opening my inbox and welcome everyone to send me blurb and drabble requests!

below is the how to guide if you're interested. 💜

The Fandoms & The Characters

☪ indicates high interest and muse

☪ Stranger Things - eddie munson. steve harrington.

☪ The Witcher - geralt of rivia.

Supernatural - dean winchester. sam winchester. john winchester.

The 100 - bellamy blake. john murphy. lincoln. roan. finn collins. jasper jordan

Sons of Anarchy - jax teller. opie winston. tig trager. chibs telford. half-sack epps. juice ortiz. happy lowman.

The Limitations

- genres. smut, fluff, and angst are my holy trinity and typically feature in what i write is some form. if you want something specific, make sure you specify in your asks. the same goes for if you want specific kinks, character portrayals or reader portrayals. the more details in the ask, the better i can do for write for you.

- kinks. this is a shame free blog and all kinks are welcome though there are something that i wouldn't be able to adequately portray. i encourage everyone to send in an ask and i can go from there. unless it is something extremely uncomfortable for me, i won't usually say no.

- patience. i'm a working woman and will get to everything that is sent in, in good time. that might be within the day or within the week. be patience with me and i promise to write something for you.

- 18+. this should go without saying as this blog is strictly for adults and not minors, but do not send in asks or messages if you are not eighteen or over. should it be revealed that you are not, your ask and anything written for it will be deleted.

[magickhajiit]

A 📂 for Chibs?

@vulgar-display-of-escapism

Alright continuing with the theme of animals.

In direct contrast to both Tig and Juice, Chibs has never been a dog person or an any sort of animal person really. He’d once been asked to dog sit Juice’s Jack Russel and the trauma still haunts him. Life was stressful enough without a furry creature relying on you every day to feed, walk and play with it, Juice and his idiocy was enough of a handful on its own.  

His daughter, from the first few months she could talk to six years old, had continued to begged him for a cat, despite his repeated refusal. He tries not to think about the fact that one of Jimmy’s first moves, when he’d forced Chibs out of Ireland, was to buy his daughter an overpriced Persian kitten , as if that was somehow better than a moggie. 

(ok moving onto less depressing territory) 

 Every year when the fair came to Charming the Sons had shown their faces, it was a good way to build up community support in the times when it was running low. A game that had gained infamy throughout Charming and caused a headache for many of the Sons was Old Duke’s hook a duck. With the impossible objective of hooking three ducks within a minute it had become a legend to folks coming to the travelling fair, Chibs was yet to see anyone manage it.  

One year Juice had gotten more than a little tipsy at the clubhouse and decided to ride over to the fairground to finally defeat the ducks (his own words). Chibs had gone along with him to try to keep him in line (Tig in tow laughing his ass off of course). They both watch as Juice slams a five dollar bill on the table demands their best fishing rod. To the surprise of everyone in the tent, alcohol only seemed to improve Juice’s hooking ability and three ducks were soon lined across the table.  

Both the Sons and their small audience look up when the stall owner clears his throat, only to see him holding up a plastic bag with a copper-coloured fish swimming around. Juice being drunk on vodka and exhilaration rides behind Chibs on their way back to his house. Chibs spends the ride making sure his passenger doesn’t fall and crack his head open whilst Tig rides behind them, the goldfish bagged, boxed and tied to the back of the bike.  

The next morning Juice and Tig were nowhere to be seen but the fish was in his living room swimming around in the newly installed large tank by the couch. Unsurprisingly neither of them had answered the phone that morning.  

Chibs had been convinced it wouldn’t last the week, the fairground goldfish when he was a boy certainly hadn’t. His fish had one eye, too large for even its own fat little body. And its scales were a sickly shade like its orange glow had been diluted beyond recognition. As expressionless as fish tended to be this one was an exception, Chibs had never before seen a fish with a resting bitch face. Against all odds the fish had lived, it had apparently made a deal with the reaper.  

As much as he whined about it being forced on him Chibs secretly began to grow attached to the fish (dubbed Doris by one of Opie’s kids). So much so that every time it flipped on its back and played dead he ran to it in panic only for it to regain life a moment later. 

Fearing Doris would get lonely Chibs had once gone to the local pet shop and picked up some siblings for him. Only to return a few hours later and find them nowhere to be found. With the fish now having a taste for flesh Chibs was sure to stop sticking his fingers in the water. 

After the cannibal incident Chibs had once again tried to unload his fish onto Juice only for him to say that he would, but his dog tries to eat any living thing in his house.  

He watches Chibs walk away with confusion, hearing him mutter that his dog could, ‘’Bloody well try.’’ 

[garbinge]

Maybe One Day

Chibs Telford x F!Teller!Reader

Summary: You go back to Charming 10 years after… everything.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Angsty. Mentions of death, murder, emotional distress, emotionally heavy.

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

A/N: I wrote this on my phone so don’t mind any odd formatting or editing mistakes!

Part 2

The moment you crossed into the town line you felt the heaviness overcome you. It was like there was this smog that only existed within the miles of town, one foot outside that sign that held the town founding year and population and it was like fresh air. But currently you were being suffocated as the odometer added mile after mile as you drove deeper into Charming.

It was like looking at an old photograph, not much had changed in most parts. There was still the main street strip, some of the stores definitely were new, but the street felt the same. You noticed the lack of loud, rumbling motors, lack of two wheeled engines parked along the curb. But early on that had been how it was before Scoops turned into the new head quarters for the Sons of Anarchy. It had been 10 years since you’d been back here, so it was likely the original club stomping grounds were back in commission.

You had told yourself you weren’t going to find out if that were true but you currently were parked just outside the automotive shop to see a new black warehouse like space where the old blue one used to be. The paint didn’t look too fresh where SOA was stencilled on but it looked new enough to you as you leaned against the black cutlass.

One thing and one thing only. It was the sentence you repeated in your head over and over as you drove hours back home. Back home, that felt like a heavy statement. Charming might have been where you grew up, but it wasn’t home. Despite it being where you’ve lived most in your life, it wasn’t home. One thing and one thing only. You knew that wasn’t true every time the thought ran in your head. It was inevitable that you’d come here, that you’d stop at the rocky mounted highway where JT’s memorial was. Where the helmet and sunglasses of the other Teller still lay abandoned.

You were just supposed to grab the last few things at the house before the closing date. The realtor handled everything else, the listing pictures, the calls with interested buyers, you had hired people to straighten up and you had put mostly everything else in storage 10 years ago, but there was one thing that was still in that house that no one else could get but you.

You didn’t put the house on the market until a month ago. It was an assumption but you figured the club was going to use the house for whatever shady business or reasons, it’s why you were happy you had a confirmed buyer that first week of putting the blue house on the market. All it took was one day and one tour by your realtor before the offer came in. But that sped up your timeline. It was likely that was why you pushed this out so far, dreading the thought of coming out here and going to the kitchen drawer and grabbing that pocket notebook that you hid in the false bottom of it.

Now that notebook was weighing heavy in your back pocket but it was fitting considering the weight of the air. You saw people in TM work shirts moving around, the weight of the word Teller staring down at you even from the street. That was all Charming ever did, weigh heavy on you.

You thought of the words you repeated over and over again. One thing and one thing only. What a lie. You scoffed slightly as if the conversation you were having in your head was actually happening outloud.

A few more thoughts popped into your head, each from someone this town had an effect on. Both statements weighing heavy on you because what else would thoughts about Charming be.

The one Hale spoke to Jax when you were younger. “It wont be long before SAMCRO is just an ugly memory in the history of charming.” Something felt unsettling there, unfortunately Hale died before he could see that come to light and as you stared at the new SAMCRO compound you had to think you probably would too.

Then Wendy’s voice came to your head, “The MC, this town, it kills all the shit you love.” She was right before shit even hit the fan. Although, shit was always hitting the fan so she was just on the pulse of Charming before any one else even bothered to look. You had lost everyone to Charming—to the club. Yes, you had Abel and Thomas still, but it was different, everyone you had in your family during your young life was gone. Tara, Jax, Gemma, Opie. The list went on.

But before you could continue the list you heard a familiar voice. The voice of the one person you hadn’t technically lost to the reaper but you most certainly lost to Charming and SAMCRO.

You hated how the voice made your heart happy. You hated how it managed to make every ounce of heaviness disappear and flee to the deep depths of the town and would only surface when you were left alone. But as you heard his voice again it made you wish you never would be alone again. It made you think for the briefest of seconds that maybe you could back out of the offer, move into the house that was now in your name and create a life here. Charming was home after all.

No. No. Charming was not home. The quick rational part of your brain quickly jolted you back to reality. That weight quickly rising from the ground and pulling at your ankles as a reminder that the town’s grip would suffocate you. But there it was again, the interruption that pulled the weight off your ankles and had you feeling as light as a feather.

“Love?”

The name he called you for years, whether it was in public or when you were tangled up in the sheets felt like a breath of fresh air in this smothering town. It wasn’t a nickname solely for you, you heard him say it to many women in your years of knowing him, and he probably had a fair share of women now he used the name on.

But that didn’t stop your knees from wanting to buckle. You turned and saw him, it was ironic that in your years of hanging in this club house, at TM, you had never seen Chibs on the street in front of the club HQ. Most guys parked inside, the street parking was reserved for excess cars who were there for service and for on lookers like yourself, although they usually tended to be wearing badges.

“Mother of Christ.” His accent was thick as he lifted his sunglasses up and off his face. His feet were moving towards you.

He didn’t think twice before engulfing you in a hug. You had thought about this moment a lot, going over all the different ways it could go. In one of the scenarios you thought he’d pause immediately front of you, stare at you like a stranger. There was something so relieving that he was hugging you like the past 10 years hadn’t existed, that no matter what happened he still cared about you, was happy to see you.

“Chibs!” A voice interrupted your embrace and you wanted to murder them. Funny how being in Charming made homicide an instant thought.

Chibs pulled away and that’s when the Scottish cologne hit you, a smile filling your face as he looked back to the person in the TM lot.

“Church in 10!”

You looked at the patch on his kutte immediately at those words and saw the president patch. It sent bile to your throat, it was the patch Jax wore for years. Not figuratively, but literally. It was the exact patch he wore, some of the stains on it were likely from his time wearing it. You didn’t stay here long enough to see it sit on Chibbs’ kutte but seeing it now was transporting you back 10 years.

“Why don’t y’come int’the clubhouse darlin’, have a drink, we can talk.” He looked older, the bags under his eyes were dark and puffy. You could tell the club life was affecting him, his hair was graying way more and it made him even more attractive.

“I shouldn’t.” You shook your head and doubled down, “I can’t.”

The second two worded statement you spoke is what made Chibs understand, a nod escaping from his head.

“It’s good t’see ye’.” He was trying to keep it light, he knew how hard this was.

“I’m selling the house.” You said it so business like, it was a way to give him the heads up to let the club know. You saw some traces of them being there, not frequently but enough. Cigarette buds in the ashtrays around the furniture that was left, empty beer bottles in the recycling bin. You knew Chibs made sure whoever came by knew to clean up after.

Chibs just nodded and looked down. “Y’happy?”

How were you supposed to be happy after Charming took every last thing that you loved. You thought for a minute and the faces of your nephews flashed in your mind and you smiled.

“The boys are teenagers. I don’t know if you can be happy with teenagers.” You joked.

Chibs grinned at the mention of Thomas and Abel.

You wanted to ask him if he was happy but you were afraid of the answer. You saw what the club presidency did to the person in the role before him. You saw what it had done to the other Teller in the same position just a decade before. It made you think about JT and his legacy for a moment. You always wondered if JT was just exemplified as this great person because he wasnt alive to be rememebered for his flaws. But then you remembered Gemma and Clay and how they only remembered JT for his flaws. Your mind instantly went to Jax who had killed both Clay and Gemma, and what his legacy was. If he’d be exemplified just because he was gone and his flaws would be forgotten. Your eyes moved to the newer clubhouse and saw the small memorial that was on the roof. There was white air forces perched on the edge where Jax would very often sit and reflect. That solidified it for you, he’d be seen as Jax Teller, son of JT, president of SOA, an honor to have known and loved him for the guys who were in the club when he reigned as VP and president. But then your eyes fell back on Chibs, the hope that since he knew the flaws that essentially led to the death of your brother, he’d lead differently while still respecting his legacy in the eyes of the club.

“You rebuilt.” You pointed to the building trying to erase that long heavy thought from your mind.

“Ice cream and hookers were too distracting for the guys.” He teased in reference to Scoops and Red Woody. “You sure you don’t want to come in, love? Church won’t take long, I’ll give y’my dorm while y’wait.”

It was a convincing offer. You wanted to see what Chibs’ dorm looked like, what life was like for him. But deep down you knew you already knew what it looked like because you lived it. You lived it and you hated it. You loved him but hated the life.

“No just came to get this.” You pulled the pocket notebook out and flapped it in the air.

Chibs knew exactly what that was and nodded in understanding.

“Chibs!” The same voice called out again.

“He’ll be in in a second!” You called out, eyes still glued on the Scot in front of you.

The prospect shut up quickly and moved back inside. You wondered how he’d describe you to the members inside, there was only a handful that could potentially recognize you from description, and an even smaller handful that would come out to see for themselves.

“I wanted to give it to Abel. I think he deserves to know Jax the way Jax wanted him to.” You explained the notebook that Chibbs knew all about between the time when Jax was writing it and when you had told him where you’d put it.

“It was really good ta see y’love.”

Despite everything shitty about being back, it was true for you too. It was great seeing him. You wished you could ask him to leave, come stay with you on your humble farm, sell fresh eggs with you at the farmers market and ride dirt bikes with the boys. But it was the same reason he never asked you to stay here. Sure he might’ve asked you to come in for a drink but the words “stay in Charming” would never come from his mouth. He knew it was too painful.

He pulled you in for another hug and you didn’t want to let go. The drink wasn’t sounding half bad, you wanted to catch up, hear about what he’s up to, how he’s been, but the answers you’d want to hear would never come and the one’s you dreaded to hear would be the only one’s that filled your ears.

As you pulled out of the embrace you squeezed his arm in a way to tell him the same about seeing him without actually saying it and then you quickly turned back to your car. Chibs was walking away now, his hand reaching up to wipe the couple stray tears he’d never admit to shedding and dropping his sunglasses back down.

You called out one last time to him, an impulsive decision and impulsive thought meeting together at the tip of your tongue.

“If Abel comes here, push him out. Don’t welcome him in.”

Chibs was frozen at the request and then he nodded in understanding.

“I’ll send ‘em right back to th’farm so his auntie can talk some sense into ‘em.” It was a humorous statement but it gave you relief because Chibs wouldn’t lie to you.

“You can tell him about Jax. The Jax you knew. The Jax we wanted him to be.”

It was just like you to have the most mundane small talk conversation at close range where whispers could be exchanged and this important one where voices carried.

“I won’t.” At first you thought he misheard you and you were going to correct him when he spoke up. “If he’s anything like his ol’ man, he’ll want to become the man we wanted him to be, and we’ve already seen how that plays out.”

You thought it was impossible to feel seen in Charming. To feel heard. You thought it was impossible for someone in the club to speak this way about it. About past members. It was probably one of the many things about Chibs that made you love him, his honesty, his care for the Teller family. It gave you a little hope.

“There’s always room for you at the farm.” You said as Chibs was walking backwards. Getting closer to the club but still staring in your direction. You saw the curly haired man appear from the clubhouse building, about to call Chibs’ name when he spotted you. You knew he’d hear the prospect talk and be outside to see for himself, using Chibs as the excuse.

Your hand raised and waved at Tig like you had just seen him yesterday. He immediately raised his hand waved and you heard his laugh crystal clear from where you were and stared back at Chibs for a response to your invitation.

“Maybe one day, love. Maybe one day.”

Part 2

[enretrogue]

𝗝𝗔𝗡𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟮)

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

ONE CHICAGO:

Connor Rhodes

Mine — @halsteadlover

Dream Partners — @sjhhemmings

Comfortable — @kiddbegins

Babysitting 101 — @iamwhoami

Emergency Love — @callsign-dexter

Plan — @lcvesjj

Jay Halstead

Kiss It, Kiss It Better Baby — @halsteadlover

Haunted — ^

Night Struggles — ^

Our Little Family — ^

A New Milestone — ^

Under Fire — ^

Shadows From the Past — ^

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

Uncle and Niece (Platonic) — ^

Love on Ice — ^

30 Hours — @dandelionfairyyy

Halstead’s Favorite Duo — @ballarkeselection

Exciting — @fangirlfrom-hell

CPD Gala — @hereforhalstead

Home — @deanstead

The Way You Are — @loislane41319

PEAKY BLINDERS:

Alfie Solomons

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

Request 24 — @fandom-puff

Living with Alfie Solomons — @heavencanbeaprisontoo

The Silent Treatment — @warnersister

Luca Changretta

Living with Luca HCs — @heavencanbeaprisontoo

Thomas Shelby

Me Time — @garrison-girl-08

Daddy’s Princess — ^

Tommy Convincing His Wife to Stop Being Angry — @wutheringcaterpillar

Of Bending and Breaking — @call-sign-shark

Mr. Forgettable — @mrkdvidal1989

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

Wedding Day — @cillianthinker

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

SONS OF ANARCHY:

Filip “Chibs” Telford

The Last to Know — @kdogreads

Imagine Being Chibs’ Old Lady ⎢ Part 2 — ^

Imagine Taking In the Teller Boys With Chibs — ^

Very Soon — ^

My Dove — ^

Ruin — @bullet-prooflove

No Words — ^

Teach Me How to Ride — @violentdelightsandviolentends

Pussyfooting — @indifferent-depravity

Happy Lowman

Violent Little Thing — @fanficimagery

Your Family Disapproving of Happy — @imagineredwood

Angst to Fluff Prompts — @ravennaortiz

Flash Fic Request — @withmyteeth

Cocoa Wars — @darqchilddaydreamz

Miss Me — @marvelous-slut

Just for Today — @obsessedasusual

Jackson “Jax” Teller

Relentless — @violentdelightsandviolentends

Heatwave — ^

Insomnia — @spaghettificationandpretzels

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

Only Mine — @thisreadswhatever

Fluff Prompt — @youvebeenlivingfictional

I’m Sorry — @pumpkin-writes

Rescued — @garbinge

Harry “Opie” Winston

Nowhere to Be — @drabbles-mc

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

Good Honest Work — @spaghettificationandpretzels

[rewritethisstxry]

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What I will write:

Angst

Fluff

Smut

Platonic relationships

Alpha/Omega dynamics

What I won’t write:

Snuff

Rape, rape play, non con

Underage

Inc*st

Real person fic

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

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

Stranger Things: James Hopper, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers

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

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

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

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

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield

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

Good Omens: Gabriel, Aziraphale, Crowley

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

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

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

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

Tolkien: Boromir, Faramir, Eomer

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Chibs Telford Drabbles & Shorts

Each drabble is categorised under its own prompt.

“Lie back and let me lick this pretty little pussy until you can’t feel your legs any longer.”

“Those kids? They get their noise right from you, you know.”

“I know we shouldn’t, but knowing you’re off limits is why it feels so damn good.”

“I still love you. I don’t know what more I can say.” 

“Don’t say it unless you mean it. I couldn’t take the pain if you didn’t.”

“We’ve been waiting for you. Now, take your clothes off and come over here.”

“Well, I definitely think red is your colour, but right now, I’d rather see you naked.”

“Are those Christmas cookies I smell? Because I think I smell them burning.”

“I mean, I know we’re just friends, but we could add certain benefits?”

“Maybe if you’d been paying attention, you’d have seen it, how much I love you.”

“No, don’t go anywhere yet. We’re sleeping in this morning.”

[bullet-prooflove]

Hey 🖤😌 I love your writing, and I saw requests were open! I scrolled for a prompt list and love this one from a list you reblogged:

8. "I can't sleep without you here."

Is there anyways I can request that with Chibs? (That man owns me 😂)

Chibs tells you as you lay across from each other wrapped in his navy sheets. His thumb chases over the blush of your cheek as he stares into your eyes. Your lips brush across his pulse point and he inhales suddenly at the intimacy of the sensation.

"I'm not moving in with you Filip." You tell him pointedly. "You don't have enough space."

"Aye lass, I know." He whispers, his nose trailing along yours until he reaches your lips.

"You could move in with me..." You suggest, clasping his wrist as you meet his gaze. "We could make a home out of my place."

"Do you mean it?" He asks you, his lips brushing over yours.

"You can have the garage, set up a little workshop." You murmur in between kisses. "Maybe host poker nights with the guys when I'm out of town so you don't get so lonely."

"Aye, I'd like that." He tells you with a smile, his fingertips tracing small Celtic patterns across your skin.

You give him that look, that sinful little smile of yours before your fingers thread in his hair and you draw him close.

"Why don't you show me how much?"

[rosielou94]

Characters I Write For

Slowly getting back into posting, and I'm happy to start taking a few requests for short drabbles which i'll pepper in between my main stories. I will write for the following characters: Tulsa King:

Dwight Manfredi Mitch Keller Goodie Carangi Armand Truisi

Mayans MC

EZ Reyes Angel Reyes Hank Loza Coco Cruz Kevin Jimenez

Sons of Anarchy

Chibs Telford Tig Trager Opie Winston Juice Ortiz

Mission Impossible

Ethan Hunt Benji Dunn Zola Mitsopolis

S.W.A.T

Dominique Luca Jim Street Bob Hicks

Triple Frontier

Frankie Morales Will Miller Benny Miller Santiago Garcia

[band--psycho]

Chibs Telford x Reader-A Blind Date With A Secret Admirer

For @rl92 who requested this for my Valentines Day Drabble Challenge with the prompt secret admirer

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

Word Count:495

Chibs was terrified. 

That in itself was a rarity. 

Though him doing anything on Valentine’s Day, was also a rarity.

Chibs was never usually scared of anything; unless it was to do with his family or the people he loved. 

That right there was the exact reason why he was scared; because he loved Y/n.

He loved her in a way he hadn’t loved anyone in a long time.

In a way he never thought he’d love someone again. 

He wanted to tell her how he felt; but he could never really find the right time. There was so much happening with the club right now that it was difficult to get time alone with her where he could confess how he truly felt to her. 

That’s why the club had somehow organized all of this.

The restaurant booking, having the flowers delivered to Y/n's house along with a little note that stated the restaurant, time and day to be there, all signed by ‘a secret admirer’

Chibs didn’t even know about it until half an hour ago when Jax drove him to the very restaurant he was now sitting in.

Part of him wondered if it was too late to leave, save himself the embarrassment of rejection; but the other part of him was grateful for this situation, at least here he’d be able to be honest with her without having anyone listening in.

“Chibs?” Y/n questioned as she walked over to the bar of the restaurant he was sitting at.

“Y/n/n,” Chibs greeted with a smile, trying to keep his nerves under control.

Play it cool, he thought to himself as he took a quick swig of his drink. 

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m waiting for someone,”

He mentally kicked himself at his answer; but he didn’t know how to answer the question without souring like a creep. 

And, “I’ve been here waiting for you,” Sounded slightly unsettling.

“Oh,” she mumbled and he swore he saw a flash of disappointment in her y/e/c eyes. 

“What about you?”

“I’m, uh, here on a blind date, I got this note with a bouquet of flowers,” she explained, handing him the note he’d heard about from Jax.

“Were they nice flowers?”

“They were gorgeous,” Y/n began; her answer didn’t surprise Chibs, he knew Gemma had probably sorted the flowers out.

“I just have no idea who sent them,” she continued, her eyes scanning the room, trying to work out who sent her the note and the flowers. 

“I have a confession, Lass.” 

Her eyes met his; and in that moment, he felt like he’d forgotten how to breathe. 

“The club set both of us up on this blind date,”

He fully expected her to leave. But she didn’t, instead she just hopped up onto the bar stool next to him, a smile growing on her lips, “Well then, Mr secret admirer, you best buy me a drink.”

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[fanfic-n-tabulous]

I need your help. Last night I was reading a story revolving around Chibs and I can't find it anywhere. I accidentally closed It while reading and now I'm searching everywhere to try to find it. It was named whiskey and fire or gasoline and whiskey or whiskey and gasoline... something like that. I'm tagging some of my favorites and hope that you guys can help me out. Please feel free to reblog to see if anyone you know knows what I'm talking about. Thanks loves!!! @withmyteeth @drabbles-mc @chibstelfordimagines @charmingoutlaws @chibs-fuckin-telford @chibsytelford @theidiootti1 @thegirlwhowritesfics @darklydeliciousdesires @crimsonheart01 @untilmynextstory @jamalflanagan @obsessedasusual @frattsparty @crushed-pink-petals-writes @menofchaos @breanime @ladyreapermc @noladyme @wilhelmjfink @band--psycho @broiderie @mrswhozeewhatsis

[garbinge]

But Not Today

Chibs Telford x F!Teller!Reader

Summary: Part 2 from Maybe One Day // Chibs comes to visit you on the farm.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Angsty. Mentions of death, murder, emotional distress, emotionally heavy.

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

A/N: I've been thinking about these two a lot </3 Part 1

Your chest was rising and falling as you caught your breath and stared at the ceiling. It was the moment where all your wits and sanity came back over you and the thoughts of what just happened came flooding in. The smell of his Scottish cologne and cigarettes filled the empty space on the bed next to you, it was still warm to the touch. You heard the water from the faucet turn off and any thought that was sneaking in your brain was now being rushed out as Chibs reappeared in your room. His hands were tangling through his shirt as he put it back on. Your eyes darted from him to his kutte, waiting to see if he was going to put it on. That’s when your heart began to race even more. The thought of him leaving made you uneasy, he had come all the way up here to the farm to see you and explained nothing. It was partially your fault too, you made pleasantries, some quick small talk but before any explanation was given you were kissing him and dragging him into your room. 

“What’s with the face, love?” Chibs spoke as he grabbed his kutte, your heart sinking with it. 

“Leaving already?” Your eyes moved back to his. 

A smile grew on his face as he shrugged the leather over his shoulders. “You promised me uh tour, didn’ya? If I ‘member correctly you said sum ‘bout chickens?” 

The way the relief washed over you made you sad for a minute. You knew this was a feeling you’d feel again, that it’d be heavy when it happened, but you took a deep breath and tried to stay in the moment. 

“Earl, Tootsie, Olive, and Jameson.” You named them off as you stood up and re-dressed. 

Chibs was now grinning as he waited for you to get ready. “Jameson, huh?” He asked pulling out a cigarette to hang in his mouth, eager to get outside and smoke it. 

“Abel and Thomas named them when they were young kids, but I made sure I suggested one.” 

Chibs was holding out your sweatshirt for you. You approached and grabbed it from him but instead of letting go he pulled you closer. “Not tha only thing you have ‘round here as a reminder of me.” His face was dangerously close to yours as he looked down at the sweatshirt. It was the one item of his you could still wear around. There were no SAMCRO tags, just a black zip-up that barely had his scent left on it. 

“I’ve got pictures too.” You said stealing the zip-up back from him and placing a kiss on the left side of his mouth where the cigarette wasn’t dangling from his lips. Moving past him you made your way to the backdoor, the barn dog you got quickly getting up from her bed and moving to the sliding door just waiting to run around to herd the few goats you had. 

“Where’re the boys?” Chibs asked as he walked behind you. 

“Thomas is with Nero. Tuesdays he picks him up from school and takes him to basketball practice.” You spoke as the door slid open and the door ran past your legs. “Abel is 16— I’m lucky if I know what he’s wearing for the day. I thought Gemma was being exaggerated when she’d talk about the “Teller Terrible Teens” but Abel has made her words an understatement.” 

Chibs looked to you with a frown as you stepped onto the back deck and made your way down to the farmland. 

“It’s not horrible. He’s not a dick to me, he helps out when I ask. He just– he questions everything, he’s asking about Jax, he’s getting into trouble at school.” You shook your head thinking about these last few weeks and how Abel had been acting out.

“The worst part is, he reminds me of him so much. The way he looks, the way he talks.” You laughed as you unlatched the barn fence and moved around it to look at Chibs and invite him in with the sway of your arm.  “Yesterday, we were at the grocery store and he looked at the girl bagging our shit and said, “thanks, darlin’” I swore I was looking at Jax, I froze for a minute and just stared at him.” You laughed again. 

Chibs laughed with you knowing it sounded just like the boy’s father. 

“He’s probably out with his friends on his dirt bikes in the back trails.” You spoke as you walked through the goat pasture. “They probably do real stupid shit but I’d rather them do it on the property than at some random’s house or parking lot downtown. I’ve turned them into real country boys.” You turned back to see Chibs admiring everything around him. He was still listening to you but he was taking in the sight around him. 

“This is the goat pasture, Billie girl, our dog, loves herding them, honestly I got ‘em because I don’t have to mow the lawn as much. We’ve got 1 horse, Delilah, real beauty, she’s back in that red barn over there. Then there’s the chickens. We had more but they aged out, now we’re down to the four. Waiting to get 12 more, can’t go to the Farmer’s market with only 2 dozen eggs, you know?” The words were falling out fast as you spoke, nervous habit, but it didn’t stop you from beaming as you showed Chibs around. 

“You seem happy.” Chibs couldn’t help but smile as he took in every word you said. The both of you approached the back deck and plopped down on the rocking chairs Nero insisted you kept back here for company. It was an argument between you two when you first moved onto the farm. You looked at him like he was crazy when he mentioned company. It was hard to believe a normal life with having people over could exist when you were running from what you were running from. 

You looked over at Chibs as he looked right back at you after making his last comment, the smile on your face wasn’t at his words but at the memory of Nero’s. 

“I don’t know about happy.” You began to shake your head. “But, I don’t know I’m content, I’m…” Your mind wandered to find the right word. 

“At peace.” Chibs nodded as he finished your sentence, not even bothering to look at your eyes to see if his words were correct, he knew they were. 

You would have agreed with a nod but Chibs was looking out at the farm, his fave had fallen into an expression that was hard to read. He seemed…bittersweet. Happy but yet sad. 

As he stared out at the barn he nodded his head and said something under his breath. 

“The Universe will never give you peace in something you were never meant to settle in.” 

“What?” You leaned forward, frown filling your face as the familiar sentiment fell from his lips. It was hard to really pinpoint anything since he spoke it at a mumble. 

“I, uh.” Chibs reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small pocket notebook. “found this. In the garage. S’why I came out here, figured you should have it.” He handed over one of Jax’s notebooks. You knew what it was immediately, it matched the style of the other one you had. 

“I read it.” Chibs said those three words with multiple emotions behind it. Regret and apologies, for intruding on whatever privacy there was there, but also firmness and understanding like something in there just made sense. 

“And?” You rested your elbows on your knees. 

“‘nd, it’s’y I came here and didn’t mail it out.” He looked troubled now. “I wanted to make sure you were settled.” 

Now that statement held more weight knowing what he had just mumbled under his breath. 

“I guess I am.” You hated that the words felt like they were breaking his heart. 

“You are, love.” Chibs spoke with certainty. 

You looked out onto the farm, taking in the life you had. It was different than the life you had been born into, forced into. The life that took pretty much everything away from you. 

“It’s impossible to be at peace in that town.” You said the words outloud. It felt relieving to say it. All this time you had never said it outloud, they were just thoughts that danced around you head. 

“Don’t I know it.” Chibs agreed with you. 

That made your head turn to him, a little shocked. All your conversations when you were together, or involved was probably the better word, back in Charming never were really about the big problem. Sure, you two talked about club stuff, the things members told their ol’ ladies, about your brother, about Jimmy O, about a lot, but never the real source. 

“What are you saying?” You questioned him, more bold than you ever would have before. 

“Things are different. Things are messy.” He wanted to share but you could tell he was hesitant, that he was trying to ease back into your dynamic and add another layer to it. But the loyalty to the club ran deep, that was a multi-decade long habit that he was trying to break for the first time. 

“Doesn’t sound different.” That was the new you coming up to speak. The you that lost your brother, your brother’s best friend, your mother, your father to the club. 

Chibs nodded at that. “We’re getting into it with the Mayans. Other charters, they’re falling apart, it’s bleeding into SAMCRO.” 

“Yea, doesn’t sound different at all.” You crossed your arms and fell back into the rocking chair. 

“Your brother–Jax–Jackie boy,” Chibs went through all the names he’d call Jackson Teller, smiling at the last one before letting his lips fall, “this wasn’t what he wanted, he worked hard to leave everything in a good place and it’s like shit unraveled.” 

You could tell he was venting to you, you could tell he hadn’t been able to do this with anyone else in his life, no one from the club, no one in his love life, it could’ve made you feel special, a characteristic Chibs never failed at with you, but this wasn’t so much of a fail but just not something you could ever feel special about again. 

“As someone who's seen it before, from the outside but up close and personal. This doesn’t seem different at all.” 

It was the same statement you kept repeating, but this time, the way you said this, it made him look at you. His eyes were low, tired, and you could see the gloss and redness in them as he held back tears. Two strands of his long salt and pepper hair escaped from his sunglasses and fell in front of his eyes, oily and dirty you could tell he was going through it. 

He didn’t need to say anything, you knew he was looking at you to elaborate. 

It was mean to laugh, but you felt that you had the right to after everything you’ve been through and talking about it now was bringing that bitterness up. 

“You’re so deep in it, you don’t even see what’s plain in front of your eyes.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath letting the irritation leave your tone for the next sentence out of your mouth. “Your next. Everyone who's held that gavel ends up in the same place, making the same mistakes as the one previous, no matter how hard they try not to.” 

Chibs took in what you said. 

“Jax tried so hard to be JT, then tried so hard not to be him. Both of those things dug that grave for him. He loved the club more than anything and the club couldn’t love him back.” You were saying things that you had locked away in your mind for years, things you thought about as you buried your brother, as you packed your life up and left. “The club will never love you back.” You looked at Chibs. “Those guys might love you, but the club never will.” 

“Do you?” 

You weren’t sure if he was trying to change the subject, at first your head snapped to him with a smirk and a snappy remark to shoot back at him but you saw his face that was looking out at the farm. 

“Never stopped.” 

The words made him look at you and you smiled at him. Your head tilted and lowered to meet him at eye level since he was leaning his elbows on his knees. “Best part is, the farm,” you tilted your head a little more before leveling it out, “it loves you back.” You nodded. “Every animal, every acre of land, the boys even when they fucking hate you for embarrasing them in front of a girl,” you laughed at that one and smiled hoping the last one was going to be enough to convince him, “me.” 

The tear dropped at that one. His eyes shut tight as a couple more fell. 

“Move here. You can open up a garage, we have the buildings for it, Nero would even let you put something up closer to the road, you can come with me to the Farmer’s market, you can drive me to the vet at 2 in the morning when I’m worried that Billie got into something or that one of the chicken’s has a fever,” you chuckled, “you can ride dirt bikes with the boys and tell them about Jax, not SAMCRO president, but your best friend, how you fell in love with your best friend’s sister, you can wake up and feel settled, feel at peace.” 

Chibs wanted to say yes. He wanted to build a fire and burn the kutte right here right now, but he knew it wasn’t that easy. In this moment it was but as the thought settled, as the days would pass, he’d think about it, he’d dwell in it, wonder if he made the right decision, miss the kutte, miss the guys. 

“It’s not that easy, love.” Chibs tired to level with you. 

“Doesn’t seem like the life you’re living now is either.” You would beg him, it wasn’t below you to beg. “It’s going to kill you.” You were firm in your words, it wasn’t begging but you thought it might have an impact on him. “The club is going to kill you.” 

“A normal life would too.” He answered too quickly and immediately you knew it was a losing argument. 

The sound of an engine and the gravel dirt being stirred up and you knew it was Thomas and Nero coming back home. Chibs looked over and saw them pulling into the driveway when he stood up.

“Was really good seeing you, love.” He put his hand on your cheek and looked down at you. “Really good.” His thumb caressed your cheek and he smiled. 

You nodded in agreement and thanked him for the journal. His hand was still on your cheek when you shut your eyes tight. “Don’t come back here unless the ink is blacked out and the kutte is off.” 

The words broke you to say, but it was more than just you that you had to look out for. You had two boys to think of and the man who was generous enough to give you half of his acreage to live on. 

“Ay.” He agreed with no disdain in his voice, if anything it was littered with understanding and what you hoped was well, hope. 

Your eyelids remained shut as his hand dropped and he walked off the back porch. You heard the car doors close but no words exchanged. If you weren’t dealing with everything that just happened in your head right now you’d be imagining the way Nero was probably lifting his sunglasses while Chibs was lowering his, the nods both would give to eachother, the curious questioning look on Thomas’ face as he tried to place the visitor. 

“You alright?” Nero’s voice was filling your ears and you wished it offered up the level of comfort it normally did. 

The tears were wiped from your face immediately and you stood and smiled. “Yea, I’m good.” 

Nero knew you weren’t but he also knew you weren’t going to share with Thomas two steps from joining you on the porch. 

“Who was that?” Thomas was asking as he looked down at the snack he was fidgeting with to open. 

Your gaze looked at Nero and said so much while not speaking at all. Before you either had a chance to answer, another voice was coming from the other direction as the back door swung open. “Was that guy on the bike here at the farm?” Abel’s voice was like a knife to your heart. 

“Yea, it was someone looking to sell me something.” You lied straight through your teeth to both boys. 

“Oh.” Thomas said as he passed by both you and Nero without second guessing your statement and walked right past his older brother into the house. 

Abel looked like he might need more convincing but you could tell he decided to drop it. “I’m goin’ out later but I picked up the feed order and left it in the ATV wagon.” 

“12AM curfew.” You pointed at him and he waved you off but you knew he’d be back before 1. 

“What was he sellin’?” Nero asked you, the only one besides you who knew exactly who it was that was here. 

You looked at Nero and shook your head at him.

“A dream.”