#CROWEATER

[plumsaffron]

what’s wrong with nchammer? /gen

There's a lot... hmm how should I put it?

He's a Crow Eater

A complete waste of functioning organs.

Clickbaiting massive time wasting trash with fugly takes and suffers from the curse of hatred against Sasuke (and The Uchiha Clan). Solo Weeb is a maggot. NO! Umm Dung Beettle. A make believe grass toucher (second or third channel).

Few days ago that mesh of armpit fungus decided to post a he was wrong about Sasuke. I won't watch that buffoonery and it doesn't matter. That worm posted of video in an earlier time of being proud that he got a tattoo of Sasuke decapitated by Killua (screw that wretch who gave him that as well but that trash is not a landfill). Real shame considering he knows of Sasuke's story. Oops I forgot. Lame loser loves sucking his precious Soloking's crows and the Chlorocumphyll of The Leaf. Probably believes that The Will Of Fire will keep himself safe from fire on fire.

Whines of how Sakura should have fought Sasuke rewrite but not beat with the title that she should have killed Sasuke. Which is amusing because no Sasuke means bye story and what a shame for a Solodweeb with a collection of naruto crap and stuff from other animes and this gamer clown doesn't realize that such desire for Sakura to actually fight Sasuke has already been fulfilled technically in Naruto Shippuden Ultimate Ninja Storm 3 (or Full Burst).

But like imagine hating a child character so much that you're willing to do that and gloat. Engraving who you hate on yourself? Couldn't ignore?

What a stupid human.

[fictionalboyfriends]

Easy, Killer (NSFW) Happy X OC

Imagine being friends with a croweater and going to a club party with her. She points out that one of the members is eye-fucking you the entire night.

Words: 3,357

Rating: M for mature / NSFW (smut... like, a lot)

Pairing: Happy X Fem!OC (Morgan)

"Man, you are one lucky little bitch." Skylar remarked with a smirk and a swig of beer, chuckling when Morgan's head snapped in her direction as she adjusted her breasts. "What are you talking about?" She went to take a sip of her own beer as she turned her attention to her skirt, hiking it up farther and making Morgan roll her eyes internally at her.

She'd known her since middle school and shared an apartment together in Charming when college didn't work out for either of them. Of course, most of Skylar's nights she was at the Son's clubhouse; letting whatever horny puppy she found guide her into their room. If Morgan remembered correctly, the mutt's name was Kozik this month.

Back when Skylar first started becoming a croweater she had no idea what she was getting herself into, being involved with her. With Charming being such a small town, she'd of course heard of them through the sex-demonized-lenses of the locals. But it quickly became apparent that Morgan wouldn't be dragged into anything, so long as she kept her nose clean and her legs closed.

The whole thing didn't really bother her; so long as she was able to pay rent and financially support herself. Who cared if she had a hobby? She wasn't stupid; she always kept condoms on her, took birth control, and got checked for STD's and STI's constantly.

Skylar moved her eyes from Morgan, to the corner of the bar; signaling for her to glance over. With a tired sigh, she looked over, searching for what she had picked out so expertly in the crowd of people around them. Her eyes landed on the table full of bikers, her gaze stopping on a bald man with a toothpick between his teeth. He rolled it across his tongue as his eyes worked their way along her body shamelessly; stopping momentarily to appreciate the low neckline of the shirt she had borrowed from Skylar... rather, the shirt she had forced her to wear, specifically because it was two sizes too small and 'make your breasts look amazing'.

"That's one Daddy I haven't been able to bag." She smirked, impressed that he was even looking at her the way he was, given his history of staying away from most croweaters. Morgan sniggered, looking to the table as she felt her face warm up.

"Fix your top, let the girls out! If I can't get him, you sure as hell should try!" She encouraged, pushing her chest out in example and moving to do it herself when she didn't listen to her. "Okay, okay!" she chuckled, slapping her hands away from her breasts as she moved the neckline farther down, revealing the lace edging of the bra underneath.

She glanced over to him again, looking at him through her fake eyelashes as she arched her back slightly inward, feeling the shirt ride up her waist and settle just below her rib cage. His face was unchanging; his jaw set harshly as he rolled the toothpick again, his head moving to one side as his eyes pierced through her, slowly appreciating her adjustments.

"That hot piece of ass, is Happy." Sky informed with a lustful sigh, tilting her head slightly towards Morgan as she snorted, the name snapping her back to her friend.

"Happy?" She asked, turning to her with a smirk and stifling a chuckle. She cocked a brow to her, her lips curling before she continued. "Look, I don't ask any questions outside the realm of 'Where do you want me to bend over?' okay? Yes. His name is Happy. Happy Lowman." She snapped back in a stern tone, softening again as she said his name. Morgan chuckled at the name, not expecting something so lighthearted for someone like him.

"Of course, most of the people who knew him during his nomad days just refer to him as the 'Tacoma Killer'." She added with an unimportant wave of her hand, throwing back the last of her beer. Morgan stole a quick glance towards him, thinking that suited him more as she realized he hadn't moved an inch.

"I bet he's into some really kinky shit. I could totally picture him marking me and choking me while he pounds into me. Betcha he knows a thing or two about ropes and cuffs." She held her tongue between her teeth, looking over at him and laughing as her friend slapped her arm, not being able to hold in her laughter. "Oh my god. Sky, stop!" Morgan chuckled, her stomach going slightly warm as she felt the alcohol move right through her. Skylar looked to the corner of the bar again, this time grinning when she looked back at her.

"He still looking?" Morgan asked, not wanting to follow her line of sight, but feeling his gaze on her as she looked again. "Dude. He's practically fucking you right on this table with his eyes... You think he'll gag you?" She answered, humping the air and covering her mouth as she moaned exaggeratedly. Morgan slapped her arm in response, unable to answer her as she laughed and realized how quickly her three drinks had passed through her.

"Oh god... I need to take a piss... watch my beer." She chuckled, standing and heading towards the bathroom, weaving around the intertwined bodies in the bar, and trying to ignore the sex around her.

Morgan opened the door to go back to Skylar, throwing the paper towel into the garbage and not paying attention as she walked out, smacking straight into a wall... a wall... covered in... leather...?

"Shit, sorry. Wasn't paying attention." She apologized, recognizing the patches on the chest of his kutte, and glancing up to see which member she had tried walking through.

His dark eyes stared back down at her as his hand came to his lips to remove the toothpick. Her breath caught in her throat as she recognized him, his eyes tracing the curves of her body hungrily; like he was in the corner of the bar. He pushed the door behind her open, standing to the side to let her go. She was about to, when a thought crossed her mind.

W.W.S.D? : What would Skylar do?

Morgan took a step back into the bathroom, a mischievous smile playing with her lips as he cocked a brow. Her stomach set ablaze as she realized what she had initiated: public sex with a murderer. He took a step towards her. She took half a step back, minimizing the space between them as he closed the door behind him. The metallic click of the lock sent a tingling sensation through her as she wondered what her lust had dragged her into.

"Think you can do half as much as your eyes promise?" She teased uneasily, putting a shaky hand on her hip as he brought a hand to the opposite side of her waist. Her hands moved to his chest as he closed the gap between them, his free hand delicately holding her chin with his thumb and index finger. He leaned in slowly, very close, until he was about to touch her lips.

"Only if you're willing, Mami."

Her neck stretched towards him, pressing her chest into his as her arms snaked around his neck. She was surprised at how gentle he was as his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him until she was pressed against him fully. He kissed her bottom lip, the bridge of his nose grazing hers as he lightly nibbled, one of his hands snaking under her shirt and tracing circles into her stomach.

She gasped lightly as one of his hands squeezed her ass, pushing her hips into his. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth, groaning softly into it as she moved against him again. He gripped her breast over the thin padding of her bra as he moved down her, his free arm scooping her up and pressing her back against the door as her legs wrapped around him. Her arms tightened around him as she let out a small yelp at his sudden action.

"Easy, Killer." She murmured without thinking, quickly shutting her mouth when she realized what she had said. Her face flushed, afraid of how he'd react. She heard a chuckle at her neck, his teeth lightly nipping at the sensitive area as he sucked on it, instantly relaxing her. His arm pulled her hips closer to his as he ground them into her, his other hand wedging under her bra to tease her breast. Her hand went to the back of his head as he bit her neck a little harder, growling softly as she gasped. She moaned as she tilted her head back into the door.

Apparently satisfied with her response, he trailed his tongue down her chest, his hand snaking out of her bra and moving to push her shirt up. He moved his hands to hook behind her knees as she took the fabric into her hands, pulling it over her head and throwing it behind him as he latched his mouth onto her again.

He held her tight against him as he moved her away from the door, placing her delicately onto the counter of the sink before allowing his hands to roam her body. His teeth tugged at the sensitive area on her throat as her hands trailed down his chest and slipped her fingers under his shirt, tracing the muscles on his lower stomach. He pushed on the small of her back, moving her closer to him and unhooking her bra with his free hand. His lips traced a line up her neck, stopping to ghost her jaw as he growled into her ear in approval when she stroked him through his jeans. His fingers quickly undid the button and zipper of her pants before he set his hands on the counter on either side of her thighs. Her bra slipped from her shoulders as she waited.

"Bend over." His voice was deep and gravely, sending shivers up her spine as his teeth raked roughly along her bottom lip. She slipped off the edge of the counter obediently without a word; their lips nearly touching, they were so close.

She turned slowly, resting her elbows on the counter and quickly glancing into the mirror in front of her. He looked down at her ass hungrily, his hands moving along it and hooking his fingers into the waistband of her jeans to pull them down. A hand went between her thighs, lightly pushing them apart as the other traveled up her torso.

He planted a kiss between her shoulders as he traced a soft line along the length of her panties, his other hand taking her breast and rolling the flesh. Her eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, a hum escaping her lips as his fingers pinched her nipple. The hand at her panties disappeared momentarily, and she was about to open her eyes to find where it had gone; when it slapped her ass, making an audible smack and leaving a sweet sting.

She let out a small yelp, making him chuckle as he slapped it again. This time he squeezed and held it for a moment before sliding his hand up her thigh. He kissed the back of her neck as he traced her slit over her panties, making her breathe a bit heavier now as he rested his chin on her shoulder, looking at her in the mirror. He pressed his hips against her as he turned to whisper in her ear, his fingers slipping under the thin fabric, and pushing into her folds.

"Nice an' wet for me already?" A deep, rumbly chuckle. "Good girl."

Morgan whimpered as he pulled her nipple harshly, his other hand moving one of its fingers to tease her entrance. A small gasp left her as he wiggled it inside her, his thumb lightly brushing her clit as she moaned. "Happy..." She breathed, closing her eyes as he moved it back and forth. He growled behind her.

"That's not what you call me, Mami..." He whispered huskily, suddenly curling his finger up and ripping a moan from her. She bit her lip as she opened her eyes again, looking at him in the mirror. He was still turned towards her, hunched over her as his teeth teased her right shoulder, his hips pressed against her left thigh.

"What do I call you?" She murmured, his thumb diving deeper into her to better stimulate her clit, forcing her eyes shut again as she sucked in a quick breath. She felt him smirk against her as he nuzzled into her neck. "You got it right the first time..." He glanced at her again, watching her reaction as he squeezed her breast and pushed in another finger. "Killer..!" She moaned as his fingers curled and wiggled, her head hanging and pulling close to her chest as she shuddered.

"Good girl..." He praised again, easing up and slowing his pace as he pumped his fingers inside her. She whimpered lightly as her breathing settled, shifting slightly to try and rub her ass against his crotch. She heared a deep chuckle close to her neck as his lips ran up it to whisper in her ear.

"You want this cock, baby girl?" He hummed, grinding it into her and letting her feel how hard he was. She hummed back before responding, looking at him in the mirror. "Please, Killer..." She gasped, moving against him again as he thrust his fingers into her harshly with a smirk.

"I can't hear you, girl." He teased as he gripped her breast, making her stand up and lean into his chest. One of her hands went to the back of his neck as his thumb circled her clit.

"I want your cock, Killer..! Please!" She moaned, her head tilting back and resting on his shoulder as he grinned at her reflection. Morgan's eyes closed as she whimpered at the loss of his hands, but they quickly shot open when she heard the ripping of fabric.

Her panties were in shreds by the time she looked behind her, the small pieces of them balled up into his hands. She leaned towards the sink now as he threw them to the ground, his hands going to his jeans as she shook her ass a little for him. He gave it a smack as his fly came down, a smirk spreading across his lips as she bit her bottom lip and shook it again, teasing him as he slipped a condom on. He gripped her hip with one hand, pushing her knees apart with one of his as he rubbed himself along her slit.

Her eyes fluttered as he pushed inside her, gripping the edges of the counter as she let out a breathy moan. She pushed him into her even more as she arched into him. He grunted above her as his hands gripped her a bit harder, reminding her who was in control as he thrust into her. Her head hung close to her chest as he pounded into her; his pace slow, but his thrusts powerful. It knocked the breath from her every time he slammed into her. She moaned as she rocked with him, wishing he would at the very least do something with one of his hands as her skin ached to be touched.

Her head jerked up as he gripped her throat, pulling her up and forcing her to straighten her back a little. He bent close to her, his pace quickening as his mouth went to her neck. "Killer..!" She groaned as he sucked and bit just below her ear, his grip on her throat tightening just enough to pull her attention to him. His hand at her hip moved up her stomach to grip her breast, rolling her nipple as he growled into her ear.

She shivered at his touch as she heard him groan, leaning his head on her shoulder as his thrusts grew erratic. His hand slid from her breast, and up to her mouth. She sucked on his fingers happily, moaning as he jerked back lightly on her throat before sliding his hand down her body. Her hips jerked as his fingers quickly found her clit, circling it quickly as he pounded his cock deeper into her. The hand at her throat left then, quickly appearing at her thigh as it held it up onto the counter, opening her legs farther and allowing him easy access to her sweet spot.

"Killer, I-" She groaned as she felt her thighs tighten, the heat in her stomach building as he bit harshly into her neck. He sucked lightly on the area before groaning back to her. "Come for me, baby girl."

He swore under his breath as she tightened around him, moaning loudly as her hips bucked in his hands. He buried his face into her neck as she cried his name, one of her hands shooting to the back of his head as he groaned into her. Her chest heaved as he thrust into her a few more times, going deep and slow as he did so, making her jerk and hold into him tighter every time.

"Good girl..." He breathed, chuckling tiredly as he rested his head against Morgan's, catching his breath as he slid out of her. He held her steady as he set her leg down, supporting her as her legs had gone weak. After allowing some time for the feeling to return to her legs, he zipped up his jeans and turned towards the door.

Morgan smiled to herself, closing her eyes and running a hand through her dark hair as she shook her head at her current situation. She jumped a little as she felt his hands at her ankles, not expecting him to still be there. She glanced down at him, wondering if he wasn't done with her and asking herself if she was ready for him if that were the case.

His eyes stayed on her panties in his hands as he helped her into what was left of them, pulling them up her thighs and lightly grazing his fingers back down them as he went to get her jeans from the other side of the room.

She picked up her bra as he turned the fabric right side out. She hopped up onto the sink counter, and looped her arms through her bra as he lined her legs up with her jeans.

"You're not what I expected, Killer." She commented light heartedly, smirking at him as she hooked her bra. His eyes quickly flicked up to her before focusing back to the fabric in his hands, a small smile on his lips as he pulled her jeans up. She slid off the counter so he could fully pull them onto her, her breath catching as he kissed her stomach lightly, setting a trail of soft kisses up between her breasts and along her throat as his fingers worked her zipper and button. She was nearly out of breath as his lips ghosted hers, one of her hands lightly touching his stomach as her neck stretched towards him. His hands rested on her hips as he placed the most delicate kiss she'd ever experienced against her lips.

"See ya around, Mami." He chuckled as she moved towards him before sticking his tongue in her mouth, his lips pushing against hers harshly before pulling back. He turned to smile at her before unlocking the bathroom door and slipping back out into the bar.

Skylar practically squealed with delight as she saw Morgan exit the same bathroom shortly after Happy. The only time she stopped begging her to tell her what happened was when Kozik approached her with a hungry smile.

She couldn't help but notice how Happy was still eye-fucking her from across the room; only this time he did it with a smirk on his lips, almost daring her to do the same.

[thisreadswhatever]

Only Mine

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 2.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Later.” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Jax!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get the fuck off him, Jax.” 

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

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

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

“Jax don’t be ridiculous-“ 

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

“I’m sorry, okay!” 

“Not to me, asshole. To her.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“First of all, no I wasn’t.” 

He chuckled, amused by your irritation. 

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

“I told you I was drunk.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Look at me when you tell me.”

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

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

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

“That’s my pretty girl.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jackie boy! We gotta go!”

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

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

read part two here

[indifferent-depravity]

Pussyfooting

Minors DNI 18+

CW: age gap

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With Gemma out looking after a sick Abel, you graciously take over all her shifts, not even giving her a chance to object. The office at the club's garage was an easy gig, half of it was just waiting for customers and organizing paperwork, giving you little to do for most of your shift. But you can’t complain as your eyes wander back to the window into the garage where Chibs is working on a car.

Your eyes trail over his body, thighs pressing together at the sight of his bare arms straining as he works. Your eyes lock when he looks up, a smirk growing on his face as you duck your head down, a deep blush crawling across your cheeks. You quickly mess with the paperwork in front of you as the door opens, trying to look busy to hide your embarrassment.

A hand covers the page and your breath hitches, eyes slowly moving up the arm to find Chibs in front of you. Your mouth goes dry at the playful smirk on his face and you swallow, feigning nonchalance as you speak, “Chibs! Did-did you need something?” You ask, nervously tapping your nails on the desk.

Chibs leans closer until you can smell the cigarette smoke lingering, “Was jus’ wondering what you were thinkin’ when you were staring at me just then.”

You laugh nervously, pushing the chair away from the desk and him. You move to stand in front of the filing cabinet, blindly shuffling through its contents. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I-I wasn’t staring!” Your voice sounds shrill and you squeeze your eyes shut, grimacing inwardly.

“No? Didn’t realize you kids changed the definition of staring.” Chibs murmurs and you can hear him move behind you, swallowing hard as his hands settle on your hips. He spins you around, hovering his lips over yours, “No need to be embarrassed, sweetheart, I never said I didn’t like the attention.”

He leans in and you tilt your chin up with a shaky sigh to meet him, letting your eyes fall shut. Your lips barely brush against each other when someone yells for him in the garage. Chibs curses under his breath, pressing his forehead against yours for a moment and then he’s gone with a gentle squeeze to your hips.

You groan and drop your head against the cabinet, shifting uncomfortably as wetness causes your panties to cling to your cunt. You clear your throat and sit at the desk when you catch Chibs watching you, your face burning as he winks at you.

~~~

You weave through the crowd gathered in the clubhouse, letting out a grateful sigh as you push your way out into the cool night air. You lean your back against the wall and light up a cigarette with a satisfied hum, taking a slow drag.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

You choke on the smoke, quickly tipping your head up to exhale. You eye Chibs as he mirrors your position and gestures silently toward your cigarette. You hold it out, breath catching in your throat as he leans forward, eyes holding yours as he takes a drag, his lips just barely brushing your fingers. He gives you a smile as he exhales and you smile back, shakily bringing the cigarette up to your lips to delay responding. Unbeknownst to you, his eyes slide down to your mouth as you wrap your lips around the cigarette, tongue poking out to wet his lips.

“Shouldn’t you be knee-deep in croweaters vying for your attention by now?” You ask in a light tone and look at the dark garage in front of you, passing the cigarette to him without looking.

He snorts and takes a drag, watching the smoke curl in the air. “Some of us know when it’s time to stop fucking everything with two legs and a pair of tits.”

You roll your eyes, turning to give him an amused look when you see him already watching you.

“When they know they found their old lady.”

You stammer and turn back, heat crawling up your neck at the implication. “Y-Yeah I guess they do.” You take the cigarette and finish it off, dropping it onto the concrete and crushing it beneath the toe of your boot. You stand there for a while, a deafening silence growing between the two of you.

“Sweetheart.” At the pet name, you look over at him, heart skipping a beat at the heat in his gaze. Chibs cups your cheek, pressing you against the wall, “I’ve been meaning to ask-”

“Chibs! Aw, man, Clay’s been looking for you! He wants you in the chapel.”

Chibs growls, shooting the prospect a dirty glare, “Get the fuck out of here before I shove my foot up your ass, prospect!” The prospect puts his hands up in surrender, nearly tripping over himself in his haste to go back into the clubhouse.

You giggle, biting your lip in a poor attempt to stifle the noise. Chibs raises an eyebrow, giving you an amused look which causes another giggle to fall from your lips. You stretch onto your toes and press a kiss to his cheek, “Don’t want to keep your president waiting.” Your eyes linger on his for a moment before you slip away, smiling inwardly as you catch him pressing his forehead against the wall with a groan as you rejoin the party inside.

~~~

“I don’t know what to tell you, baby. If you had brought her in a couple of weeks ago like I told you, it would’ve been an easier fix.” Gemma gives you an apologetic look as if that makes the knowledge you’ll be out of a car for the rest of the week any easier.

You run your fingers through your hair with a sigh, “I know, Gem, thanks for trying.”

You turn to your car in the garage, trying to figure out how you’ll survive without your car when your eyes wander to Chibs, the sleeves of his coveralls tied around his waist, exposing his arms. Gemma sidles up next to you with a smirk, “You know, it’s a lot easier to just fuck the man instead of pussyfooting around.”

Your face heats up at her teasing words and you splutter, quickly diverting your eyes to the floor, “I-I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

She scoffs, “Mhm, sure, sweetheart. Everyone knows you and Chibs have a thing for each other and you’re just too chicken-shit to say something.” She looks you over for a moment before sticking her head into the garage, not giving you a chance to protest as she yells his name over the din of people working, waving him over as he turns around. Gemma nods her head towards you, “They need a ride home, do you mind taking ‘em? I would but I’m going to be here late doing paperwork.”

Your head jolts up and you glare at her, mouthing at her to knock it off. Chibs nods, “S’long as they’re okay riding a motorcycle, I don’t mind.”

Your heart skips a beat at the thought of riding behind him on his motorcycle and you shake your head, giving him an apologetic look, “You don’t need to do that, I-I can just walk home.”

“It’s no trouble, what kinda man would I be letting you walk that far?” The look on his face tells you that no arguing would get you out of it and you give him a small smile. “We can go whenever you’re ready.” He says and walks in the direction of his motorcycle, wiping the motor oil off his hands with a grease-stained rag.

Gemma narrows her eyes at you as she hands you your things, pushing you out of the office with a quick kiss on your cheek. You mumble curses at her under your breath as you walk toward him. You stop short, your words dying in your throat at the sight of him on his bike, sending a silent prayer to whoever is listening that you could keep it together long enough to get home.

He smiles when you reach him, holding out his hand to help you onto the bike. Your heart races as you take it, using it to steady yourself as you swing your leg over the bike. He looks back at you with a grin, guiding your arms around his waist, “Hold on tight, sweetheart.” You give him a nod, tightening your arms around him as he starts the bike. A grin forms on your face as he speeds off, closing your eyes as you enjoy the wind whipping through your hair.

You’re almost sad as he slows to a stop in front of your home, your heart still racing from the ride as you loosen your grip on his waist. You climb off the bike, suddenly feeling cold as you shift your feet nervously. Leaning down, you quickly kiss his cheek before stuttering out, “I- uh I wa- th-thanks for the ride, I’ll see you at work.” You close your eyes with a slight grimace, turning on your heel to escape before you make things worse for yourself.

“Sweetheart.”

You flinch when his hand catches your wrist, heart stuttering in your chest as you hear him get off the bike. You’re about to give an excuse to leave when he tugs on your wrist, making you stumble into his chest. You let out a shaky breath, your eyes slowly sliding up his chest to find him watching you, his face unreadable. “Chibs?”

Chibs cups your cheeks, his lips hovering over yours as he murmurs, “Call me Filip.” He kisses you passionately, stealing your breath away. It takes you a minute to respond, curling your fingers around his wrists as you stretch onto your toes to kiss back. He lingers close to you when he finally breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours with a sigh, “Baby, I- tell me you want this too, I need you to want this.”

You nod against him, closing your eyes as you whisper, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. Come inside?” You grin when he agrees and gently tangle your fingers in his, a buzzing excitement replacing your anxiety as you tug him to your front door.

Chibs wraps his arms around your waist when you drop his hand in favor of opening the door. He lightly kisses your neck and your keys nearly slip from your hand as you try to find the right key. He nips at your skin, drawing a soft whine from your throat, “Ch- F-Filip you need to stop distracting me.”

He hums, tugging you back against him, pressing the hard ridge of his cock against your ass, “Say my name again, sweetheart.” You moan and try to blindly get your key in the door, knees growing weak as he ruts against you. You finally get the door open and he urges you inside, pressing you against the door the minute it shuts. “C’mon baby, say it again.”

His hands roam over your body, sneaking underneath your pants to palm your ass. You gasp, arching into him, “Fuck, Filip.” You pull him down into a searing kiss and roughly push his cut off his shoulders, tugging at the bottom of his shirt, “Take your clothes off, now.”

“Bossy today, aren’t ya?” Chibs chuckles and pulls his shirt off, throwing it to the side before tugging your shirt over your head.

You give him a devilish grin and flip your bodies around to press him against the door as you dip your hand into his coveralls, fingers brushing the heated skin of his cock, “You can take your time next time, need you to fuck me right now.” He groans, thumping his head back against the door as you slide your hand over his length. You attack his skin, nipping and sucking marks over his neck and collarbones.

“Fuck- sweetheart it’ll be a bit difficult to do that if you keep touching me like this.” You hum, still moving your hand over his shaft, grinning against his skin as he bucks into your touch. Chibs grabs your arm, swallowing a moan as he forces you to stop. You press a kiss to the underside of his jaw, giving his cock a final squeeze before pulling away.

“Come and get me then,” You say with a smirk, making a show of peeling off the rest of your clothes as you make your way to your bedroom. Your cunt throbs as you hear his boots hit the floor with a heavy thud and you hook your thumbs into the waistband of your panties, slowly teasing them down your thighs. You giggle as Chibs wraps his arms around you, hand sliding between your thighs with a groan.

“God, you’re so fucking wet f’me, aren’t you?” You whine as his fingers find your clit, digging your nails into his arm, “Been thinking about this pretty pussy wrapped around my cock for weeks now.”

You tip your head back against his shoulder with a sigh as he sinks his fingers into your cunt, “Maybe-maybe you should stop lollygagging and fuck me then,” You say with a quiet moan, your knees weakening from his touch.

Chibs growls and pulls his fingers out of you with a light smack to your ass, spinning you around to face him, “You’re going to get in trouble if you keep mouthing off to me, sweetheart,” He grips your thighs, hoisting you into his arms as he moves to sit on the bed. Your breath hitches as his cock slides against your cunt and he grins, delivering another smack to your ass that has you clenching your thighs around his hips.

You let out a breathless laugh, reaching between you to press the head of his cock against your entrance, “Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?” Before he could answer you sink down on his cock, a whimper bubbling out of you as you stretch around his length. He swears, digging his fingers into the flesh of your ass as he bottoms out inside you.

You shiver as Chibs drags your hips against his, working you over his cock, “Oh, I think you’ll find out, sweetheart.” He growls, surging forward to capture your lips in a deep kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth as you moan into the kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck and lift your hips, the drag of his cock inside you making your toes curl.

He presses his thumb against your clit and you break the kiss with a gasp, throwing your head back as you shudder against him. “Fuck- ‘m so close, Filip,” You whimper, another shudder running through you as his cock presses against a spot deep inside you, “I want you to cum with me please, I need- I need to feel you.”

Chibs groans, pressing his forehead against yours as your bodies mold together. “It’s alright, sweetheart, let go. Cum for me, cum on my cock.” He coaxes you over the edge, rubbing circles over your clit as you let out a broken cry, clenching tightly around him as you reach your climax. He follows you quickly, letting out a quiet moan as he fills you with his seed.

~~~

You poke your head into the garage, “Filip! What’s the status on the gold century? The customer wants an update.” He shouts a reply and you shoot him a smile, turning pink when he returns it with a wink.

“When did you become Filip?”

You can hear their jeers at his reply even through the door and you groan, grimacing when you turn around and see Gemma looking at you with a smug smirk. You glare at her, “Don’t even start.”

“So… he a good lay?”

[bullet-prooflove]

Feminism: David Hale x Reader (Feat: Jax Teller)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @hatersaremymotivators @bennykk @kelpies-shed

Companion piece to Graffiti, Crime Wave, Distraction & Art School

Jax thinks that he was in love with you. The problem is you were bad for the club which meant you were bad for him so he cut you loose. It’s one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do.

Your crime?

Feminism.

You don’t like the way the club treats it’s women and you’re vocal about it, not just to him but to others too. It gets Clay’s back up which is why his President tells him to put you in your place.

“A quick slap will knock that shit right out of her.”  Clay tells him as he puffs on his cigar.

But Jax, he could never raise a hand to you so he does something worse, something  irredeemable. He offers you out to the boys, he makes it clear you’re fair game, free for a fuck. He does it because he knows you’ll never stand for it, that you’ll be out of the door as soon as you realise he’s betrayed you.

“She’s a firecracker when you get her started, pull her hair, choke her a little and she’ll be the sweetest gash you’ll ever have.”

The words taste like poison on his tongue as he looks at you over by the bar, talking to one of the croweaters. You have no idea what’s coming.

It’s Tig that takes a run at you, that puts your hand on his cock and tells you he knows exactly what you like. You almost twist his balls off before giving Jax a look of complete contempt. That’s the night he comes home to find a five foot dick spray painted across the front of his house and David Hale tucking you into the back of a cruiser because a neighbour called the cops.

“Look, don’t charge her.” He tells Hale because he knows it’s shit like this that will get you kicked out of art school and he can’t stand to be the man that shatters your dreams. “I deserved this.”

“I have no doubt about that.” Hale tells him as he jots something down in his notebook before slipping it into his pocket. “I’m just surprised it hasn’t happened sooner.”

He doesn’t see you again for a couple of months after that and that’s the way he likes it. He knuckles down, focuses on the club, fucks every woman that crosses his path. That’s how he learns to forget you, if he’s buried in pussy he’s not thinking about the woman who isn’t occupying his bed.

He doesn’t expect to see you on Main Street, he doesn’t expect it to be with Hale. He’s heard rumours that the Deputy Chief is seeing someone, that he’s got some prep in his step. It isn’t until now that he realises it’s you.

The two of you are outside the ice cream shop, waiting for the queue to die down. Hale’s arm is around your shoulders, his lips by your ear as he whispers something into it. You tip your head back and laugh and that sound, Christ it feels like his heart is being ripped right out of his chest.

It gets worse because there’s love there, real love. He can see it as clear as day. It’s in the way your fingertips chase along Hale’s jaw, your thumb brushing over his cheek. When you kiss him, it’s with a tenderness that the two of you never had and that’s when Jax realises that he’s fucked up. The man you’re in love with, he’s determined to bring down SAMCRO and there’s no way in hell Jax can ever let that happen.

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[juancarlos-ortiz]

Denial - Juice Ortiz x Reader One Shot

A/N: A quick little one shot for Juicy pants - something sweeter this time! I am still working on Marked for Carnage but my life is a little hectic right now. Fingers crossed, next week the next chapter will be up. Please feel free to request a one shot if you wish! I will write for almost anyone from SOA.

Warnings: alcohol, swearing, mentions of sex (off page), kissing, smoking

Word Count: 1466 words

You bopped your head along to the music as you pulled the bottle opener from your back pocket, popping the tops off the beers in front of you. "Here you go, guys," you said, placing them on the bar in front of Tig and Chibs. "Thank you, sweetheart," Tig tipped his bottle your way whilst Chibs gave you a nod. You moved down the bar, serving members and the sweetbutts that hung off them. You had been working the bar for SAMCRO parties for many months now after your friend had begged you to tag along one night after they were down a person. You reluctantly agreed, having heard stories from other girls you knew were croweaters about how rowdy the parties could be and handsy the guys were. But surprisingly it had been a fun night and any guys that did try to hit on you, actually seemed to take no for an answer.

No, there was only one guy in this building you would want putting his hands on you. And he currently made his way to the bar, his eyes meeting yours and a smirk on his face. "What can I get ya, Juice?" you asked, already knowing his answer as you reached down into the fridge below the bar to grab a beer. "Beer please, beautiful," he winked, causing your skin to prickle with heat. Ignoring him, you popped the top and handed it over. He took a long sip and you watched the column of his throat dip as he swallowed, your blood rushing to your core and heart beginning to thump harder. He put his beer on the bar and smiled, aware of just how much he affected you. Crossing his forearms against the wood he lent in. "Busy tonight, sweetness?" he asked. You rolled your eyes, flicking the dishcloth over your shoulder out to lightly snap his arm. "Always busy, sweetness," you mocked before moving on to fulfill another order.

Juice stayed at the bar, watching as you moved around, taking orders, making people laugh, smoothly moving in between the other girls and the Prospects who were also working. He was playing it cool, but in reality his palms were drenched with sweat and his stomach was alive with butterflies. He could stand and watch you all night long, no croweater or pool game even a lick of competition to you. He felt someone elbow his side. Turning to face Chibs, he nodded in greeting. "A little distracted tonigh', aren't ye Juicy?" his brother asked. Juice just shrugged and had another long sip of his beer. "Been a long week, kinda tired," he lilted, trying unsuccessfully to pull his eyes from you. You passed a straw over to Piney with a laugh and shake of your head before you were heading back over to him, the sway in your hips and crook of your mouth making his pants suddenly tighter.

"You want another one?" you asked, tossing the dishcloth over your shoulder again. "I'll take whatever you want to give me," he prompted, causing your mouth to open. Juice was never usually this flirty at parties. You heard a scoff from a few seats down. "Would you two just hurry up and fuck already?!" Tig challenged, putting a cigarette into his mouth and lighting it. Chibs began to laugh into his drink. You huffed and crossed your arms. "What the hell are you talking about, Tiggy?" you sassed, lifting up their drinks and giving the table a wipe down. "You two," Tig motioned his beer to point between you and Juice. "The undressing with the eyes, the flirting…. It's painful," he blinked slowly. "Just do us all a favour and fuck each other." You let out a short laugh, your nerves setting in. What Tig didn’t know was that you and Juice had already had a roll in the sheets. Many… many… many… rolls in the sheets.

But it wasn't something you had made public purely because it was casual and you didn’t want to be seen as someone that any of the guys could have. Juice had agreed because he was fine with upkeeping his bachelor status with his brothers. You weren't exclusive but you certainly had not been with anyone else. You were unsure about Juice, and honestly you didn’t want to ask, but you were both being careful and it was just a bit of fun. But the last few times it had happened it had felt a little more than casual to you. It always happened at your place, usually after a SAMCRO party. The first few times Juice would usually leave pretty quickly after - which had been fine with you - but now he had made the choice to stay the night and usually for breakfast. Which meant you got to talk more, which in turn meant you got to know him better. And that had sparked some unexpected and intense feelings pretty quickly. You had been ignoring them because it seemed like Juice was on the casual train still and you didn’t want to fuck up what you guys had going.

"There is no undressing with the eyes, and Juice flirts with everyone," you shrugged, holding your hands out to lean against the bar. "Yeah right, and I'm the King of England," Tig rolled his eyes. "Can you believe the denial we're hearing right now?" he asked Chibs. "Ye better make a move soon though, swee'heart," Chibs chimed in. "If you don’t make a claim, someone else will." He and Tig got off their stools and moved over to the chairs where Bobby was lounging with a sweetbutt in his lap. You laughed humourlessly, before turning to move away. A hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. You looked up at Juice. "He was just kidding," he said, a forced smile on his face. You nodded and tried to smile back, shrugging your shoulders. "It's fine, Juice," you tried to step away but he held his grip. "You know there's no one else, right?" he asked, his wide brown eyes searching yours. "So what if there was?" you asked. Juice shook his head, gently pulling your arm so you would step back closer to him.

"I'm telling you, right now, there is no one else," he was dead serious, dragging his hand down your arm to lightly grasp your hand, giving you enough freedom to pull out of his grip if you wanted. "What are you doing, Juice?" you asked, looking over your shoulder to make sure the other girls were getting the drinks served. "You have to have noticed that things have been different," he pondered. "Like, a good kind of different." You swallowed thickly, nodding slowly. "I have but…" you lick your lips, Juice's eyes dropping to track the movement. "I didn’t think you did. Or that it's what you would want to be happening." Juice smiled. "You," he ran his thumb over the tops of your knuckles. "Are the only one I want to be going with. Going home to," he confessed. You blinked rapidly. "Is that ok with you?" he asked. You smiled nervously, narrowing your eyes. "It's definitely ok with me, but are you sure?" you asked apprehensively. He tugged on your hand lightly. "Come here, baby. Stake your claim," he stepped back and gestured towards himself. You chuckled, shaking your head, still unsure if this was real or some kind of cruel joke.

Stepping around the bar, you walked to him nervously. When you were close enough, Juice reached out to grasp your waist, pulling you into him quickly. You laughed, colliding with his chest. Grasping the lapels of his cut you tried to ignore the feeling of surprised eyes on you. "You're sure about this?" you ask again, making Juice sigh. "Positive," he said, squeezing your sides teasingly. "No more sweetbutts," you remind him. "And I know that you have that run clause thing but that shit doesn’t sit right with me either," you admit to him. "Baby," he tilts his head, eyes never leaving yours. "I haven’t been with any sweetbutts for months. Ask the other guys. The first time you dragged me through your front door and threw me down on your bed was it for me. There's been no one else. And won’t be. I don’t give a shit about the run clause." You smiled softly, heart warm with his confession. "Well in that case," you pulled him by his cut to meet you in a searing kiss, smiling at Juice's surprised sigh while his hands moved down to slip into your back pockets. "Atta boy, Juicy!" you heard Tig shout. Bobby cursed as he fished into his pocket, pulling out two $10 notes and handing one each to Tig and Chibs.

[filipfuckingtelford]

The Forbidden Fruit. Remastered. Part 1.

Chibs x Reader fanfiction. Obviously.

I wrote the previous version long ago, now it seemes too short and flat to me. So I decided to write the new version.

Y/N is Clay and Gemma's daughter. Club's princess. Everyone in the club loves her and she treats everyone nice and caring as well. Chibs was seeing her growing up and never noticed what a beautiful yound woman she became. Untill one night.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 In Flames bonus

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It was all the same. Every night was pretty much the same after another tough day. When another fight was over and everyone was back to their families or having fun with another croweater in one of the dorms, Chibs was staying alone at the bar, a bottle of scotch being his only company. Bottle of scotch was his best friend in times like this, when he felt alone, broken and vulnerable. Just like tonight.

Sons's warehouse where they used to store their guns was now destroyed, they needed a new place and needed to find a way to replace the damaged weapons they were supposed to sell. It was frustrating long day and Chibs wanted nothing more than to have some peace and some rest.

In nights like this when things went ugly he felt lonely. He had a family once but it was all gone. Chibs knew there's no chance for him to find anyone special here. He tried but he just didn't feel anything. It's been eleven years since he moved to Charming, he moved on, Fiona wasn't his wife anymore. It wasn't that he couldn't forget her. It was just... his heart seemed dead. Yet sometimes he was dreaming of someone to sooth his pain after another busy day. To wait for him to come home from another ride.

After couple of years of living in Charming Chibs even bought a small house as he hoped that one day he'll have a new family. But it never happened. And the house was empty, half-furnished, forgotten. It was exactly how Filip felt. And he couldn't force himself to live there, staying in one of the rooms in the clubhouse.

He poured some scotch to his glass and downed it with one gulp wondering why he even needed a glass for that. Chibs lit a cigarette and took a deep drag allowing the mixture of alcohol and smoke burn down his throat. Anything worked to make him feel alive. That was when he heard the footstpes from behind. It was too light for one of his brothers, so he first thought it was one of croweaters looking for some more fun. He felt tensed. Chibs didn't want any of them to interrupt his inner conversation about his life. As he heard the voice though he raised his brows surprised.

"What are you doing here alone?" Y/N asked as she came closer and landed on the bar stool next to him. Chibs glanced at her still surprised.

"I should be asking ye this, lass" He smirked. Y/N... Clay's daughter. Club's princess. She had everyone in the club wrapped around her little finger, she could make Happy act like a fluffy puppy with her. She could make Tig forget all his cheesy comments and treat her as a lady. She made Juice blush and mumble. Clay adored her allowing her pretty much everything. And Chibs... they hardly ever spoke to each other. He remembered her being only nine when he first came to Charming and it seemed to him that she was scared of him with his scars and gloomy face. So he was trying to avoid her, to not bother her. And Y/N never was searching for his company. Until tonight.

"I've stayed at the clubhouse, I do it every now and then when dad's too busy. And mom doesn't mind it" Y/N smiled at him. Soft, soothing, calming. That's what her smile was. "I just love the way this place becomes quiet and peacefull at nights"

"Aye... I love it either" Chibs nodded as he glanced at Y/N who grabbed a bottle of beer for herself. She was underaged for drinking but who was he to forbid it to her?

"So that's why you're staying here alone?" She asked watching him carefully. It made him look away. Her eyes were reaching to his heart, as if she could see right through his disguise.

"Mostly. I just needed something to ease my nerves after today" Chibs shrugged looking at the bottle of scotch infront of him.

"Tough day?" Y/N moved a bit closed together with the chair that was too heavy and her move was a bit awkward, causing Chibs to smile slightly. She didn't care though.

"Aye" He nodded and finally looked at her again. Her bright green eyes were right infront of him. Looking right to his soul.

"You're sad" Y/N stated. It wasn't even a question. She just knew it. And Chibs didn't want to hide it.

"I am, lass" He admitted and took a sip from the bottle.

"Why?" She asked and Filip knew he was going to answer as it was.

"I feel lonely" He shrugged still feeling her watching him. There was not a single chance for Chibs to hide anything from this girl. He just couldn't and had not a single idea why.

"Lonely?" Y/N raised her brows and looked around "This place is infested with croweaters ready to make you feel good in any way you want it"

Chibs choked with another gulp of scotch. Such a young lass wasn't supposed to say something like this. But she did and it made him realise she was not a child anymore. Filip looked at Y/N and saw it finally for the first time. She was a young woman. Gorgeous, amazing. And she was teasing him now, just a bit, to lighten the mood. If he could blush he definetely would.

"Gosh... not this kind of lonely!" Chibs laughed quietly and shook his head. If he'd wanted a one night stand he could've easily find it here in the clubhouse. But it just wasn't for him. He needed something real.

"What kind of lonely then?" Y/N wanted to make it clear for herself. She obviously had no doubts he'd tell her everything. The confidence in her voice and her eyes made Chibs wonder how could he miss all of it happening to her. She was a child once and all of a sudden now he finally saw her the way she was.

"Ye see" Chibs turned to her, looking into her eyes. It made him nervous and Y/N seemed to stay calm as he continued "After another long day I see my brothers coming back to their families and all I have is... well, this. Staying up with a bottle of scotch, sleeping in the dorm here in the clubhouse. Like I've moved on from my past but still didn't reach my present not talking about the future. I don't even have anyone to talk to."

Here it was, in several words he described exactly how he felt. Chibs didn't know if she would understand and he couldn't look at Y/N. Then he felt it. Her small fingers grabbing his roughened palm, squeezing it gently.

"You can always talk to me if you want, Filip" Y/N said, all the teasing gone. She was caring about him and Chibs could hardly understand why.

The sensation of hearing his name from her was too much. It sent electricity down his body, made him look at her with a silent question in his eyes. Why did she call him by his real name? He haven't heard it for ages.

"Why do ye want to waste yer time talking to me?" Chibs finally asked.

"It's not wasting my time" Y/N gave him the softest of smiles "You are the part of this family and I care about everyone here"

Just like this. He was just a part of the family. Chibs didn't know why it bothered him. But being just a part of the family wasn't what he needed. He couldn't blame Y/N for caring about everyone who was the part of the club though.

"Aye, I am" He nodded. She let go of his palm and Chibs took another gulp from the bottle. "Tell me, how do ye see yer future?"

He was curious to know what did she want from life. Such a young, delicate lass. Club could be dangerous yet she seemed to like it. And he was wondering why.

"I... I don't know, Filip" Y/N looked up at him, her cheek against her palm, her elbow resting on the bar counter "I love this club. I wish I could one day be patched. But I know it's not an option. So I will just stick around, taking care of the family just like mom does"

"Ye know life is dangerous around here?" Chibs narrowed his eyes as he turned to look at her.

"I know, yes. But I just love it" Y/N shrugged "I see how connected you all are. And I know it means alot"

"Aye, lass. It does" Chibs agreed as he lit another cigarette.

"This thing gonna kill you" She admitted and made him laugh again. She could do it so easily.

"I can teach ye to shoot. And ride a bike" Chibs offered. He wasn't supposed to, but somehow he knew Y/N wanted it and he didn't mind to be the one to teach her.

"I'd love to" She smiled obviously excited about the idea. Then she glanced at her watch and back at Chibs "You better go have some sleep. I heard dad was telling you to be ready for the run in the morning"

"He did, so ye're right I guess. Ye want me to give ye a lift back home?" Chibs stood up and looked down at Y/N but she shook her head.

"I'm good, I'll stay at Jax's room. He's home with Tara so I can sleep there" Y/N stood up as well "Good night, Filip" she said with a soft smile and headed towards the room.

"Goodnight, lass" Chibs replied and downed the bottle before he left to his room as well now ready to sleep. Somehow with this simple talk Y/N could calm him down, sooth his pain and bring him peace.

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Since then they've been seeing each other from time to time when Y/N was staying at the clubhouse for the night and on some peacefull days. He was teaching her to shoot and ride a bike and no one seemed to stand against it. Y/N was having all the club at her service so there was no surprise Chibs did what she wanted. For him though it was something special. Every moment they've spent together meant so much for him and he couldn't evern explain himself why.

Y/N could easily make him laugh even when he felt low. She was taking the pain away with only her presence and it made Chibs wonder how could he never notice it.

The reason for the influence Y/N had on Chibs was found in couple of months after their first conversation. It was another party at the clubhouse and he was sitting by the bar as usual, watching his brothers and the rest of people having fun. He spotted Y/N the moment she entered the room. It made him gasp, the way she looked. Wearing high heels and short dress, her long dark hair wild and free. It was so different from her usual clothes - jeans, sneakers and t-shirts. Chibs felt his blood rushing through his veins as he was looking at her. But he couldn't accept the sudden realization just yet. He couldn't feel this for Y/N, she was off limits, he was twice her age. It just couldn't happen.

Y/N meanwhile approached Juice who was messing with the music box, trying to make it play the song he wanted. The boy blushed as she greeted him, it always happened when Y/N was around and usually Chibs was making fun of his younger brother, teasing him for it. Now though Filip felt a sudden wave of anger and... jealous? It couldn't be, he was too reasonable to allow himself feel anything like this about Y/N.

But he saw her taking Juice's hands and leading him to the dance floor and felt another bite of jealosy in his chest. Chibs hated seeing Y/N being with someone else even if it didn't mean anything. He turned away from the dancefloor and rubbed his eyes tired.

"Jesus Christ" Filip mumbled to himself as he was trying to come to terms with the discovery he had about himself. For years his heart was silent and now it woke up and was speaking louder than ever before. And from all women he met in his life it was for Y/N. The only woman Chibs couldn't have.

Soon enough Y/N came up to him and leaned against the bar counter, her breath heavy after dancing. Smiling gently she looked up at him.

"Are you having fun?" She asked, making him smirk in a bitter way.

"Aye. Kinda" Chibs replied as he looked at her, feeling his heart race. She was stunning, tempting, she was making his body react instantly with only one look at her. Yet all of it had to be kept in secret. Not only she was off limits because of her father. He was sure such a young beauty would never look at him in this way.

"Kinda?" Y/N frowned and moved closer to him, her shoulder against his "You can't trick me, Filip. What's going on?"

'YOU' was what his mind crying out. But Chibs only shook his head and gave her a smile. If he was good at something it was hiding his feelings from everyone, wearing a mask of tranquility and confidence.

"I'm just tired, lass. Don't worry" Filip finally said looking down at her.

Y/N was so close, her bright eyes looking right into his heart, her pouty lips so tempting, her breath still havy as she was trying to calm down after dancing. With Juice. Was it just an innocent dance or something more? He clenched his jaws and swallowed. The mixture of excitement from her presence and jealous from her flirting with Juice was almost unbearable.

"Okay, Filip... I won't bother you then" Y/N said finally, she grabbed two bottles of beer from the bar and went away.

Chibs turned to see her and as he feared he saw her on the couch, talking to Juice and laughing. He thought that maybe he offended Y/N with hiding something from her. But she was obviously having fun and Filip couldn't force himself to watch it longer. He grabbed the bottle from the bar and made his way to the dorms to hide, allowing Y/N to have fun. He knew Juice would never touch her for the same reason, she was off limits and everyone in the club knew it. But it couldn't make jealous go.

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Next time when they could talk was in couple of weeks. Chibs was mostly on the runs and hardly spent couple of hours in the clubhouse except for sleeping. The more he was thinking about Y/N the more he knew there was no chance for him to get rid of the feelings he had for her. No matter how much he tried to avoid it he fell for her and couldn't help it. Every time he saw her, his heart was missing a beat and then racing faster. But he knew perfectly well that he had to hide it deep in his heart and he did.

That night he was in his room when he heard some noise outside in the main hall of the clubhouse. Chibs took his gun and went to see what was going on. It was Y/N, she was searching for something in the bar.

"What are ye doing, lass?" Chibs asked as he put his gun down and came closer to her.

"Looking for a drink!" Y/N turned to him and he noticed her eyes were red and swollen.

"Come here, Y/N. Tell me what happened. Drinking is not the best decision" Chibs shook his head frowned and came up to her.

He touched her shoulder with his palm and it made Y/N immediately lean into his touch, wrap her arms around his waist and hide her face on his shoulder. Chibs hugged her, tight and carefully, allowing her to cry. And she did. He didn't know the reasons but he decided to give her time. Holding Y/N in his arms was so good, even though he felt bad about the girl being so upset he couldn't help it. She was so small, so delicate, the warmth of her body setting him on fire instantly. But Chibs was only holding her, his palm gently petting her hair.

"I'm sorry" Y/N sobbed as she finally pulled away from his arms wiping tears from her cheeks and not looking at Chibs.

"Ye don't need to. Tell me what happened, lass? Someone hurt ye?" He asked, almost begged. Filip needed to help her somehow, comfort her. "Come ere"

He took her palm and led her towards the couch, making her seat down and landing next to her. Y/N didn't protest at all, it was obvious how upset she was, how insecure and vulnerable she felt. She raised her eyes at him and sighed.

"It's mom and dad. They made me go to college in San Francisco" She whispered, tears falling down her face again.

Chibs saw how hard it was for her to say it out loud. And he felt his heart breaking. She will move away, have new life, new friends. One day she will meet some fancy guy and forget about the club. Those images were invading his mind, fear consuming him. But it wasn't the right time now. He needed to comfort Y/N.

"Christ, lass" Chibs sighed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, holding her closer, wiping her tears with the other hand "Big city might be fun for ye. You'll have new friends, new interesting life. Safer than this one here"

"I don't want it, Filip. I don't want to go, I don't want any other life" Y/N sobbed again, trying to lean closer as if she felt safer in his arms "I told you, I love this club, this people"

"I know. But ye will see, once ye meet new friends, have classes, ye will love it. And ye can always come back here after ye graduate" Chibs kept talking, trying to support her, make her look different at the situation, but god only knew how hard it was for him when the only thing he really wanted was to beg her to stay.

"Everyone here likes me, and there I will be all alone" Y/N whispered. She wasn't crying anymore but she was scared and uncertain and all Chibs could do was to reassure her.

"It won't take long for everyone there to love ye, lass. Ye're kind, beautiful, clever young girl. Ye will have so many new friends there" Filip whispered and pressed his lips against her foreherad, it was all he allowed himself to do.

They've been talking for awhile more, Y/N still confused, but the more Chibs was supporting her, the more she was curious about this new life she could have. Big city, lots of opportunities. Filip knew it was right for her to stay away from the club, it was getting too dangerous. But it was breaking his heart, he knew he will have to learn to live without her around. Chibs only started feeling alive again and soon the light of his life would be taken away from him.

Soon Y/N fell asleep, exhausted with all the emotion she had experienced that evening. Chibs lifted her carefully and went to Jakson's room where he carefully put her on the bed and covered her with blanket. He wanted to kiss her now more than ever knowing that soon he will lose her. But Filip only kissed her forehead again and it made her smile in her sleep. Then he left the room.

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She was leaving tomorrow. In past two weeks they had no chance to talk. Y/N was busy with packing up and Chibs had handfull of club issues. He knew it would be early in the morning when Y/N will come to the clubhouse to say goodby and he hoped to have a chance to see her.

"Chibs, I need you and Happy to visit Tacoma chapter. They have some problems there and need our help" Clay found him in the workshop where he was hiding to have some time to think.

"Aye. When?" Deep in his thoughts, Chibs didn't really pay attention to what Clay said untill he heard the answer.

"Now. Happy is ready, waiting to you" Clay shrugged "Call me if you need more people there"

Chibs nodded and went to his room to get ready for the run. He wanted to ask Clay to send someone else but there was no reason for that except for Y/N and he couldn't tell about her. So all he could do was put his cut on, go to the parking and leave toghether with Hap.

They were on the road for several hours when the sunrise lightened the skyes. It was around 6 am, the time when Y/N was supposed to leave. Chibs couldn't be there, couldn't say goodbye and he had no idea if he'll ever see her again. Watching the road ahead he felt his eyes blurring with tears.

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Chapter Thirteen: Where the Heart Lies

Her hand felt delicate in his. Of course the longer he knew her the more Chibs Telford realized that Y/N Y/L/N was far less demure than she appeared at first glance. She might appear at first glance to be so prim and proper, but she was far more fierce and strongwilled than anyone really gave her proper credit for.

Her determination was disregarded as her just being too stubborn for her own good and at times written off as a sign of immaturity to those who weren’t willing to attempt to work through the walls she placed up. Her fierceness was written off as her simply having a smart mouth and never knowing when to shut up and stop being so hostile. 

Chibs had found though that he appreciated the stubbornness and the wit. He’d admired these traits in her from their first meeting, and had only grown to adore this facet of her personality as the months wore on. 

He was perfectly content coaxing her to trust him and let go of her need for control. He was happy to put up with the occasional sass and even willing to allow her to give him a hard time. He was willing to encourage her to not build walls around herself and isolate her heart. He allowed her to be vulnerable without judgment, thankful she trusted him enough to be open with him.

Still, even with as strong willed as he was aware she was; he couldn’t help but to focus on how fragile her hand felt against his as she led him down the hallway back to her bedroom.

His heart began to pound in his chest though the blood flowing through his veins began to fill in a lower region of his body. His body was already eagerly and joyfully anticipating what she was asking of him.

He let out a shaky breath at the thought of what she’d asked of him.

He felt ridiculous admitting it, but the notion of what she had asked of him made him feel a sense of anxiety. A nervous energy began to bubble up in his gut along with the lust coursing through him. 

He felt foolish for feeling anxious at the thought of taking her to bed and loving her at her request. 

He was far from a blushing virgin. He was more than sexually experienced. He would like to think that he was quite gifted in that department. He had enough experience under his belt to know how to pleasure a woman. He was confident in his sexual prowess.

He knew though of course, that quite a bit of his experience involved less of the act of loving and more of the simply primal act of fucking. Bedding the croweaters did not require such tenderness nor gentleness.

Sex with a croweater was just that; sex. There was no feeling behind it. He didn’t want to cherish them and hold them close to him. He didn’t want to protect them and make it clear to them that he adored them with every last ounce of his heart. 

Bedding a croweater was usually more of an act of finding release. There were no soft kisses, no gentle touches, and no words of adoration passed between lovers.

It was more of a pure physical act. There might be some occasional dirty talk but the end goal was always the same. Find release and then move on. Kisses and touches could be rough and desperate and movements could be harsh. There was no love there. His heart had not been involved in the process of bedding a croweater. 

Chibs Telford knew that this was no romp in bed with a sweetbutt who honestly cared less about him and more about the fact that she had attracted the attention of a patched in member of SAMCRO.

He knew that what Y/N was asking from him was an act he’d not engaged in in such a long time.

He knew that his estranged wife was probably the last person he’d attempted to make love to.

He shoved the thought from his mind not wanting to focus on any thought of Fiona at the moment.

He’d begun to realize that thoughts of his estranged wife did not fill him with the same aching sense of longing that had once overtaken him. He felt a fondness for the life they’d had and a care for her, but his heart had begun to pull in a different direction. Thoughts of Fiona filled him with a sense of guilt more often than not nowadays.

It was an equally exciting and terrifying realization to have that his heart was shifting and changing. 

Chibs was certain he was following her too closely as they neared her room and to be honest it took everything in him not to attempt to scoop her up and throw her over his shoulder to get her there a little quicker. 

He silently told himself that throwing her over his shoulder could be reserved for a future time.

He was also tempted to kick his shoes off and perhaps lose a few articles of clothing as they made their way to her bedroom. He pushed back the temptation telling himself that she would be none too amused if he left a trail of clothing down the hallway especially considering his gun and knives would have to join this discarded clothing.

She turned to face him as they finally reached her bedroom, they entered the room, he kicking the door shut behind them. 

Her lips met his, his hands sliding along her body once again taking in the curves he’d been dying to caress from their first meeting. Caressing her and holding her was a privilege she’d allowed him as their relationship had grown more serious. It was a privilege he was taking full advantage of.

Her hands slid along his body caressing him in return not helping but to always enjoy the feel of him. She knew that she could easily describe him as being sturdy and strong. When she thought of his form she associated him with a sense of dependability and security.

He reluctantly parted his lips from hers, he moving away from her embrace. He reached down to slide his kutte from his body gently folding it and placing it where it rested most nights he slept over; over the red velvet living chair in the corner of her room. 

He avoided her gaze as he placed his gun and knife over the kutte. He hated to admit that it made him feel uneasy to reveal the weapons to her. He always feared that it would be a reminder of just who and what he was for her.

He knew her past with the club might make her feel a sense of unease when she allowed herself to think too long and hard about the fact that the man she was allowing to be by her side was very much an outlaw. 

He’d realized her memories of being around the club were filled with more bitterness than sweetness. He was hoping to ease her back into his world and feared pushing for too much and making her pull away. 

He knew of course that her past with Gunner might aid this sense of unease and bitterness. Chibs had recently begun to wonder if Gunner had lorded his status as a Son over her head to intimidate her. She had been so young then and so vulnerable; the thought floated around in his mind. He imagined that the Tacoma Son had been quite proud to show off any means he had to harm Y/N to her, as a little reminder to keep in her place when he perceived her as being too difficult. The man had proudly declared that he’d flashed a gun at a woman more than once the few times Chibs had been unfortunate enough to overhear Gunner’s bragging over his past sexual encounters.

Chibs felt sick having to admit that he’d begun to wonder if any of the horrifying stories he’d heard in the past from Gunner had possibly featured Y/N as unnamed the sexual partner in question. The thought made his stomach turn considering that he’d realized Gunner’s propensity for rough sex apparently did not always involve a partner that consented to violent acts. If he knew then what he knew now; he had a feeling he would have been less inclined to sit by and let Gunner run his mouth so smugly. 

Chibs pushed the thought from his mind not wanting to focus on the asshole when he was about to experience this moment with the woman he adored. He had already promised himself that Y/N would never know that pain again. She’d certainly never know it from him. 

Y/N kicked off her shoes and socks as Chibs focused on removing his rings lining them along her dresser allowing the silver cross he wore around his neck to join the rings.

He kicked his own shoes and socks off before he made his way back over to her his lips sliding along hers.

She felt her knees grow weak against his kiss and was certain she might easily collapse to the floor if he was not so lovingly holding on to her keeping her pressed close against his body.

She allowed him to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding along hers with skill, the act working a moan from her lips.

She placed a hand against his back allowing her other hand to mess his hair. He pulled his lips from hers sliding them across her cheek working them down her neck. He nipped at the delicate skin of her neck determined to leave evidence of his affections behind.

He smirked as she let out a soft gasp at the action, her knees feeling all the more wobbly.

She pulled back from him her voice soft suddenly feeling far more bashful than she’d ever felt about the act of sex in her life. “Bed?”

“Aye, bed sounds perfect, Hen.” He replied, tempted to tease her that they didn’t need a bed. He’d gladly take her on the floor or against a wall.

He held in the remark though reminding himself that it would be best saved for a different time. He was suddenly reminded of that night on her sofa when he’d gone down on her after she’d opened up to him about her past. He remembered his determination to show her exactly how she deserved to be treated by a man. He was still determined to do just that.

He knew that he needed to make sure she was comfortable. He needed to be sure that she knew that the act of loving her was all about making sure she felt as good and as secure as she possibly could.

They laid back against the bed he lying by her side. His hands reached out to embrace her, his lips sliding along hers, the kiss feather light allowing her to be the one to deepen it this time around.

He let out a soft moan as she pulled her lips from his pressing them against his cheek. He closed his eyes, soaking up the affection the act still filling him with that cozy sense of warmth. He’d recently realized the warm feeling he had anytime her lips pressed against one of the scars embedded along his cheeks was a sense of feeling adored and accepted. It was a feeling he’d not thought he’d ever have again in his life.

His hand slid down her side as her lips moved along his jawline pressing soft kisses to his skin. He opened his eyes as he let out a soft content sigh, his hand sliding underneath the soft cotton of her shirt. He gently caressed her skin as her lips slid along his neck.

He felt a soft moan leave his lips the words leaving him as she nipped and sucked along his pulse line making it clear she intended to leave a few marks of her own along his skin. “Yer, so fuckin soft, Hen. Warm an perfect.”

She felt a soft moan of her own leave her lips. She was tempted to shrug off his comment and insist to him that no one was perfect. There was something about the certainty of his words though that told her that he was convinced she was perfection and that was enough to make her not want to shake off his praise.

She ran a hand of her own up his shirt relieved he’d not worn layers of shirts today. It seemed that she only had one long sleeved shirt and an undershirt to contend with as she caressed his skin lovingly.

He sighed, his hand still caressing her side sliding it along her back pressing her closer to him. He rubbed soothing circles into her back as she continued to press sucking kisses against his neck.

She pulled from his neck her voice soft. “Can I take this off?”

He furrowed his brow, it taking his lust hazed brain a moment to realize what she was asking. “Aye, ye can.”

She began to pull his shirt up he sitting up to aid her in pulling both it and his undershirt up and over his head.

He laid back down his stomach churning, he was not entirely thrilled with his torso. He knew that in the years since his banishment from Belfast he’d neglected his health. He drank too much, smoked far too much, and ate a poor diet. He had not really seen a reason to take care of himself. That meant his midsection had grown wider than he would prefer. He also knew his face carried more weight than he’d like.

The insecurity he felt over his physique was not noticed by Y/N her eyes scanning his bare torso landing on the tattoo over his heart.

She slid her fingers across it, her voice soft as she read the name; Kerrianne. “Told you, you’re sweet.”

He felt a smile spread across his face, the comment making his worries about his less than fit form leave his brain in an instant.

She leaned up her lips sliding along his, her hand pulling from his chest sliding along his back, her touch loving and far more gentle than anyone had ever been with him.

He pulled from her lips his hand running along the hem of her shirt it his turn to ask. “Can this come off?”

She nodded her head sitting up allowing him to pull the shirt up and over her head. He tossed it across the room to join his discarded shirts.

He moaned at the sight of her torso, his eyes landing on the white lace over her breasts. He resisted the urge to bury his face against her lace covered tits the way the lower region of his body was insisting he should do. 

He wanted to yank her bra off and take one of her tits in his mouth. He wanted to suckle at the skin making her nipples harden. He wanted to suck and kiss the delicate skin leaving love bites in his wake. He wanted to massage her breasts taking in how soft they truly were. He wanted to slide his dick along her soft smooth skin cumming against her skin. He wanted to watch her breasts bounce as she rode him out. 

He swallowed the lump developing in the back of his throat putting a lid on his hormones. There would be plenty of time to do every single filthy thing he wanted to do involving her breasts later. Right now he needed to take his time with her and worship her body. 

She pressed her lips to his, the kiss brief the words that left her taking him by surprise. “Remember that thing we talked about a moment ago? The thing you teased me I haven’t given you the privilege of doing yet?”

He nodded his head eagerly, his heart and his cock jolting at what she was hinting at. “Aye, I recall it.”

She spoke her voice soft as she pressed her lips along his chest. “I want to suck you off, Filip. You made me feel so good the other night when you ate me out. I want to make you feel good too. Can I suck your cock?”

He groaned at the words, his response spilling from his lips. “Shite, Hen. Aye, do it, Love.”

She gently pushed him down to rest on his back, her body moving over his. She straddled his hips, he groaning at the image. He grunted as she teasingly rocked her hips against his, a soft gasp leaving her lips. He groaned, rocking up against her his hands placed at her hips enjoying the delicious friction they were building up.

He cursed their jeans for separating the lower regions of their bodies from building up the friction he wanted to create. He wanted to rip those jeans off her body and feel her hot center through her panties. He could imagine her panties growing so damp with need as she grinded against him. 

She leaned down her lips pressing to his a moan leaving him at the feel of her lace covered breasts pressing against his torso. He ran his hands along her back toying with the clasp of her bra. He wanted nothing more than to unclasp it and feel her bare torso against his own. 

He did not have the opportunity to unclasp it though as she moved down his body, her lips sliding along his torso, her lips pressing along the million dollar tattoo at the center of his chest she making a mental note to ask him about it at a later date. 

 He reluctantly allowed her to slide down his body, her lips soft against his skin, he knowing the promise of what she was about to give him was enough for him to wait to reveal her breasts.

He moaned as she slid her lips down his stomach pressing soft kisses along the scar along his belly; another gift from Jimmy O’. 

She placed a hand over the obvious bulge contained in his jeans giving it a squeeze, the action making him grunt.

She slid her hand along his belt making quick work of unfastening it. He groaned as she unfastened the belt unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. He managed to aid her in pulling the denim from his body without kicking her in the process.

The jeans were tossed aside her lips pressing to his thighs a soft moan leaving his lips as she slowly pressed her lips along his skin avoiding his boxer clad cock. She took her time pressing soft teasing kisses to both thighs, her movements far too slow. He whined as she finally pressed her lips against the bulge in his boxers. 

The kisses didn’t last nearly long enough but he didn’t have long to mourn their loss as her fingers slid underneath the hem of his boxers. She gazed up at him, her voice soft. “Is this okay, Baby?”

He groaned, nodding his head eagerly at the words leaving him. ‘Aye, Hen.”

She pulled the garment from his body, he lifting his lips helping her remove his boxers. They were dropped over the side of the bed to join his other clothing.

She moaned at the sight of him standing at full attention, her voice teasing mirroring what she’d said the night she’d given him a handjob. “Still impressive, Filip.”

He groaned, his cock twitching at the praise. He parted his lips to reply but only managed to let a moan leave his lips as she pressed her lips to the underside of his cock pressing gentle kisses to the velvety skin.

She spoke, her voice filled with admiration. “You have a gorgeous cock, Filip.” 

He grunted, unable to form words as she ran her tongue along his cock tracing the veins, her hand reaching down to caress his balls gently massaging them.

He felt a strangled moan leave him as he reached down pushing her hair aside giving him full view of her as she wrapped a hand around his cock her tongue running along his tip lapping at the precum leaking from the slit.

She took his tip between her lips, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his cock. She hallowed her cheeks lowering her mouth taking more of him. He gripped down at the bedsheets with the hand not currently holding back her hair as she began to bob her head. 

She stared up at him, maintaining eye contact as she bobbed her head, her hand still massaging his balls.

She moaned around his cock as she took him deeper with each bob of her head engulfing his cock in the wet heat of her mouth. He grunted her actions, working praise from him. “Fuck, Hen, fuckin perfect, Love. Takin my cock like this, oh, shite. Fuck yes, take it so fuckin good.”

She pulled her lips from his cock stroking him his cock slick from her treatment, her voice teasing her lips swollen. “I love this cock, Filip. Can’t wait for you to bury it in me. It’s going to make me feel so good, Baby.”

“Fuck, Hen. It is, I’m gonna make you cum on this cock.” He grunted his balls aching at the words he having to admit he was an absolute sucker for dirty talk both giving and receiving.

She took him back between her lips bobbing more enthusiastically, her cheeks hallowing. He groaned, unable to take his eyes off her his voice still so full of praise. “Christ, Love. Look at ye. Ye look so fuckin prim and sweet, but ye love suckin my cock. I can fuckin tell ye love this.”

She moaned around him giving him the affirmation that she did in fact enjoy this. She could admit that she’d not quite been fond of oral in the past or at least she’d not been fond of giving it to most of her past sexual partners. 

Most of the guys she’d gone down on were too forceful and seemed to not always care about her comfort. They seemed to think that porn was a guidebook for how to react when a girl went down on them. She didn’t exactly appreciate it when a guy tried to slam down her throat to the point that she wanted to vomit. Sore throats and having to take a guy’s release because he didn’t bother to warn you was not ideal nor enjoyable.

There was something about giving head to Chibs that just felt so rewarding and pleasurable. He was so adoring and so lovely with her. She had to appreciate the fact that she was clearly pleasing him. It was a turn on to know that she was able to make him feel this good.

She took him deeper breathing through her nose and relaxing her throat, the act making his eyes practically roll into the back of his head. He groaned as she took him so deep the praise leaving him. “Fuckin, perfect, Hen. So fuckin gorgeous, Lass. Shite.”

He whined as her hand left his balls but the disappointment was short lived as she slid a hand down her body unfastening her jeans just enough to slide her fingers underneath the waistband of the denim.

He groaned as she moaned against his cock it taking his lust hazed brain a moment to realize she’d slid her fingers underneath her panties and was currently touching herself.

He spoke his voice thick with lust at the realization of just what she was doing. “Fuck, look at ye, Love. Touchin that sweet pussy while ye suck my cock. Does havin my cock in yer mouth get ye that wet?”

She moaned around his cock her fingers teasingly sliding along her slit she toying with her clit the bud aching at the stimulation.

She pulled her lips from him, her voice teasing. “I’m so wet, Filip. I’m so ready for you.”

He groaned not having a chance to respond as she took his cock back between her lips bobbing her head.

He grunted, beginning to rock against her ever so slightly, his grip on her sheets remaining tight, resisting the urge to rock against her face as eagerly as he wanted to. He told himself he could fuck her mouth later if she’d allow it. Right now he was doing his best to chase his release and treat her with care without getting too lost in lust. 

He spoke his voice thick with need, his balls drawing up closer to his body, the stimulation and the knowledge that she was touching herself bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. “Gonna make me cum, Hen. Shite, yer gonna make me cum so hard, Love.”

She moaned around his cock bobbing her head with even more enthusiasm gagging around him as she took him as deeply as she could the blow job, easily growing sloppy.

He grunted his body tensing, his pelvis thrusting more freely, his balls aching the words leaving him his accent growing so thick his words were nearly intelligible as he came his load shooting from him in hot spurts . “Fuck, perfect, Hen, Shite, Lovely Girl, Makin me cum. Fuck yes. Mo ghràidh.”

She took his release moaning around his cock surprised to find that she did not mind taking all he had to give her and felt no desire to spit his release out the same way she’d felt with some men. The taste of him was at least not unpleasant, it was far more tolerable than some of her past experiences in this act. 

She allowed him to ride out his orgasm continuing to bob her head, her fingers continuing to slide along her aching clit and her soaking slit.

He groaned, his body feeling heavy and satisfied as the last of his release seeped from his aching cock.

She pulled from him pressing soft kisses to his oversensitive cock it softening and resting against his belly.

He groaned, it taking him a moment to recover from his orgasm and for his body to feel less like putty.

He leaned up resting on his elbows a groan leaving him when he realized her hand was still down her jeans and she was still playing with herself.

He spoke, his voice gentle and lazy despite the fact that he very much knew that he still had plenty of plans with her tonight. “Come here, Hen.”

She moved up his body, Chibs gently taking a hold of her arm pulling her hand from her jeans. She whimpered at the loss, her clit throbbing. Her hips rocked chasing the stimulation she’d been so happily enjoying.

He pulled the hand she’d had pressed against her pussy up to his lips. He took her fingers between his lips suckling greedily at her wetness, the action making her moan.

He spoke as he pulled from her lips his voice husky with need. “Fuckin’ sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted, Hen. Jus’ as sweet as ye.”

She whined as he reached out, unfastening her jeans and working them down her legs. He groaned glancing down at her pink cotton panties spotting the wet patch along the front of them revealing that she was as soaked as she’d told him she was.

He was tied between wanting to yank her panties off or wanting to rid her of her bra.

He made his choice, unfastening her bra with one hand, tossing it across the room. He stared down at her bare breasts praise leaving him. “Perfect breasts, Hen. Shite, better than I imagined.”

She didn’t have time to tease him over the admission that he’d imagined her breasts as he eagerly leaned forward taking a nipple between his lips suckling.

She whined her head falling back as he attended to both breasts sucking, licking, and kissing. He slid a hand down her torso, his fingers sliding under the waistband of her panties. His fingers slid along her slit, his voice muffled against her breasts. “Ye really are fuckin soaked, Hen. Shite, this all fer me?”

“Uh huh.” The words barely managed to leave her as his fingers slid along her slit teasingly sliding along her clit before sliding back down.

She rocked her hips against his ministrations, Chibs rewarding her by dipping one finger into her entrance quickly followed by another.

She whined as he thrust his fingers into her curling them just right to hit her in an angle she could rarely manage to find on her own. 

She rode his fingers unashamed of the moans that left her lips as he continued to finger her his lips focusing on her breasts.

She whimpered as he spoke against her breasts. “Feels so good ‘round my fingers, Mo ghràidh. Christ, yer gonna feel like heaven round my cock. Not gonna ever want to leave yer pussy.”

He reached forward with his other hand yanking her panties down to her knees wanting to watch in full view as his fingers thrust in and out of her.

He moaned at the sight of it she obediently parting her legs for him giving him more room to work with. He stared down at her the sight gorgeous; her legs spread for him, his fingers sliding in and out of her soaked with her.

He buried his face back against her breasts suckling them as he fingered her.

Her head fell back, his name leaving her lips, he continuing to murmur praise against her breasts, his fingers continuing to thrust in and out of her. “Fuckin, gorgeous. Perfect tight pussy, fuckin wet and hot. Perfect, Hen. Made me feel so good, gonna keep makin me feel good once I bury my cock in ye.”

She gasped, her body flushing knowing no man had ever managed to make her feel this amazing with his fingers alone and the praise he was giving her made the pleasure all the more palatable. She’d never imagined herself having a praise kink but there was something about pleasing him and being admired for it that made her wetter than she was certain she’d ever been in her life.

She managed to speak her voice a broken whine. “Gonna feel so good, Filip. Want you so bad.”

“Ye got me love, always.” He remarked continuing to please her knowing he wanted to make her cum on his cock. He knew he had to wait longer than he might have had to wait had she met him in his twenties.

He groaned knowing had he met her in his twenties they would have been absolute sex addicts. He had a feeling that had he known her in his twenties then neither he nor she would have ever left the bed or whatever surface they could manage to find. He had a feeling had he met her years ago he would have knocked her up several times over by now or at the very least had to buy stock in a condom company as to not have dozens of wild little Telfords running around causing havoc.

He continued to finger her, they both moaning at how wet she was. The sound of just how soaked she was as his fingers slid in and out of her was audible and would have made her feel embarrassed if she wasn’t so lost in the pleasurable sensations washing over her. 

She spoke her voice shaky uncertain if she was begging to cum or begging him to bury himself in her and never leave. “Please, Filip, fuck, Baby, please.”

He groaned knowing that she wouldn’t have to wait much longer. He could feel himself starting to perk back up his refractory period ending.

He was shocked that his cock was perking back up this quickly. He had a feeling the woman he was currently pleasing was a perfect inspiration for the lower region of his body to get back into the game so quickly.

He spoke, his fingers finally pulling from her as he realized he was finally ready. “Ye ready fer me, Hen?”

She nodded her head sliding her panties down the rest of the way tossing them across the room.

"Want you, Filip." The words left her she feeling needy as she rolled onto her back, her legs spreading for him eagerly.

He groaned at the sight, unable to stop himself from speaking. “Look at ye, Love. So fuckin eager fer me.”

He pressed the fingers he’d had buried in her to his lips, cleaning her taste from them, a pleased moan leaving him.

He spoke as he moved over her reluctantly pulling his fingers from his lips. “If I wasn’t so eager to bury my cock in ye, I’d eat ye out right now.”

“There’s always later.” She remarked, the comment working a giggle from him.

“Aye, there is definitely later.” He agreed a moan leaving him as his cock slid along her soaked center. She was so soaked that it made his cock ache almost painfully.

She spoke a sigh leaving her, her lust filled brain clearing enough for her to motion towards the nightstand. “Condoms in the drawer.”

He groaned reluctantly, pulling away from her enough to reach into the nightstand finding several boxes of condoms, her cheeks flushing as she explained., “Bought them a few weeks ago when it hit me that we were headed in this direction…it was before I saw your dick. I didn’t know what to expect and I wasn’t about to just try to casually ask you what size dick you have?”

He snorted at the comment nodding his head finding the appropriate size. “We can dump the ones that don’ fit at the clubhouse. Lads’ll appreciate free rubbers. I’ll drop em off without em knowin the source. Migh’ give the smalls to Half-Sack.”

She rolled her eyes giving his shoulder a playful nudge. “Please, don’t mention your prospect when your dick is this close to being inside me.”

He giggled at the comment, tearing the foil packet open, working eagerly to slide the condom over his aching cock a groan leaving him at the action and the realization of what he was about to experience.

He tossed the package of condoms aside, turning his focus back to her. He took himself in hand positioning himself against her, opening his words soft and filled with reverence for her. “Christ, yer fuckin beautiful.”

She spoke the words sliding from her lips without hesitation. “So are you.”

He snorted at the comment, shaking his head. “I still think ye need glasses, Hen. Ye think I’m pretty I worry bout yer vision. Shite, the state of California lets ye drive…we let ye drive a Hearse and yer blind ‘nough to think I’m pretty.”

He didn’t give her a chance to protest as he did his best to make sure he was positioned against her just right. “Ye ready, Hen?”

“Yes, please.” She replied knowing she’d never been so certain that she wanted a man inside of her before in her entire life.

He pressed his lips to hers the kiss light as he thrusted his hips forward pressing himself inside of her slowly inch by inch.

She gasped her arms wrapping around him, her head falling back a gasp leaving her. She moaned knowing she was right to assume he would be capable of providing a pleasant stretch at his size. 

He groaned as his cock was enveloped by her snug heat, his cock aching remembering how wet she was underneath the barrier of the condom.

She gasped his name as he finally pressed all the way within her, her body taking him to the hilt. She slid her hands along his back enjoying the wonderful stretch of her body adjusting to his thickness. He pressed his lips against her face pressing them to every bit of skin he could reach, praise spilling from his lips. “Fuckin perfect, feels amazin’ Lass. Mo leannan.”

She whined the words leaving her they broken as she struggled to speak through the blinding pleasure washing over her. “Feels amazing, Filip.”

He kept still for a moment wanting to give her time to adjust to the feel of him, his lips continuing to press to her skin, her hands sliding up and down his back.

She rocked her hips slightly giving him the hint that she was more than ready her voice soft. “Please, Filip. Love me.”

He groaned at the comment, a voice in the back of his head exclaiming I do love you.

He bit back the words, he rocking his hips against her gently, groaning at the sensation of her center around him. He was overwhelmed with the realization that he could not remember if any past lover he’d had at least in the past decade had felt this incredible wrapped around his cock. 

She whined at the sensation not helping but to realize no man had ever been this gentle with her before. She’d had very few lovers who had approached sex with a sense of ease and tenderness. Most of her past experiences managed to be rushed, rough, or clumsy. 

She wasn’t going to claim that she had not had good sex before. She’d had at least a small amount of decent lovers who managed to get her off. There had been a couple of guys who managed to figure out how to make her feel good though it was a rare treat. She was sure most of her experiences of her late teens and twenties at SAMCRO’s clubhouse had been hazy and less about tenderness. 

Experiences with Gunner had held zero tenderness to them. She shoved the thought from her mind refusing to allow the man to taint what she was experiencing in the moment with Chibs.

She could admit that sex had never felt quite this satisfying before and she was astounded by the knowledge as they’d barely gotten started. 

He began to thrust in and out of her moving at a slow pace both wanting to appreciate the sensation of making love to her. He found himself wanting to move slow with her, remembering her request to love her.

He found himself determined to show her exactly how a man should have been making love to her all this time. He wanted to fuck away any memories of the awful sexual encounters she’d had with Gunner. He wanted to fuck away any of the experiences she’d had with any man in a kutte during her years hanging around with SAMCRO. A possessive voice in the back of his head told him that he wanted to show her that he was the only man in a kutte who should have the privilege of being inside of her. 

He found that he even wanted to out-fuck any man who she’d known in her time in New York. He wanted to ruin her for other men because she’d already ruined him for any other woman without being aware of it. 

He spoke his words needy and adoring. “Yer so perfect, Hen. Shite, never thought I could have this. Wanted ye from the second we met. Fuckin saw ye that firs time and couldn’t stop starin at ye, couldn’t stop thinkin bout ye. Had to have ye.”

She whined remembering the lust that had washed over her the moment he’d peered at her over his sunglasses upon their first meeting in the crematorium.

She was certain if someone had told her that the strange Scottish Son who had come along with Jackson Teller and a few other Sons to complicate her life, would one day not only be in her bed but have his dick buried in her, she would not believe it.

She managed to speak her voice soft. “Oh, Filip. Fuck, wanted you too, didn’t want ot admit it, but my body knew it wanted you. You feel so good.”

“Aye, how do I feel, Hen?” He dared to ask continuing his thrusts the words strained it taking everything in him not to just give into lust and fuck her hard up into her headboard.

He wanted to slam into her ensuring she’d not be able to walk the next day without remembering his dick inside of her. He wanted to flip her over and take her from behind spanking her backside. He wanted to lie on his back and have her ride him so he could watch his cock disappear into her tight heat. 

He held back knowing he’d have plenty of opportunities to take her in every position she’d allow. 

She spoke, her nails digging into his back, her head falling back, her eyes sliding shut as she soaked up the pleasure. “You feel so big, amazing.”

He nipped at her neck knowing he had already probably left several love bites along her skin so what was another?

He continued to thrust in her, his eyes unable to leave her features. He was certain he’d never seen a more stunning sight; her head fallen back against the pillows, her skin flushed with arousal and damp with sweat, her lips parted sweet moans leaving her, her eyes fluttering caught between wanting to sink into pleasure and wanting to watch him.

He rocked into her eagerly, her legs wrapping around his hips, her hips tilting back allowing him to thrust at a deeper angle.

He grunted at the deeper angle knowing that he was not lying to her earlier. She did feel like heaven and he was almost certain he never wanted to leave her tight body. He was quite certain she could ask him for anything in this moment and he’d readily agree to it without hesitation.

He was once again overtaken with the knowledge that he’d do anything for her. It was a realization that should make him nervous, but all he felt was a sense of ease and comfort.

He knew she’d never ask him for anything that would betray his trust or his loyalty to the club or any of his brothers. She wanted him as he was, SAMCRO, his tragic past, the complicated life he’d left in Belfast, the danger that he was capable of, and the danger that might follow him.

She wanted him. It was a beautiful realization knowing Y/N wanted him. 

He was once again taken with the desire to be worthy of her wanting him. He didn’t feel nearly deserving of her affection or her desire. 

A voice in the back of his head exclaimed that she could do a hell of a lot better than him. She could date some nice normal guy; someone like Deputy Hale.

It would be so easy for her to find a good guy after dealing with all the horror dating bad guys had subjected her to with Gunner. 

She’d chosen Chibs though. It was a shock to him but he was thankful she’d chosen him. He was astounded that she’d chosen Filip the outlaw with the complicated past who wore evidence of that past along his face. 

He was in awe that she’d chosen him and seemingly adored him.

She whined her fingers digging into his back the longer he thrusted her hips rocking against his overwhelmed with how good he felt.

She had a feeling with as overwhelming as this was, if it had been any other man she might have tapped out.

She was once again overtaken with the awareness that sex had ever felt so good with a guy. Her past encounters after leaving Charming had been unsatisfying.

She knew she and her traumas were partially to blame. After her violent relationship with Gunner, she had not quite felt comfortable in most sexual situations. 

The few boyfriends she had in New York had realized she was jumpy and closed off in the bedroom and cold and distant outside the bedroom. She’d struggled to relax during sex enough to actually feel good. 

With Chibs it was so easy to relax. She had to wonder if it was just that he knew about her past and knew exactly how to approach all of this without freaking her out. Or perhaps it was just simply that she trusted him so deeply. She knew he would never harm her.

She knew it was a contradictory thought; the dangerous outlaw would not hurt her. She was well aware of what he was capable of by seeing what little she’d been forced to see of his rap sheet. 

She trusted in her heart though that Filip Chibs Telford would never harm her. This was the man who had been so gentle with her from the start. She knew what was in his heart. She knew she was lucky enough to be in his heart.

She gasped, her voice pleading. “More, Filip, Please.” 

He groaned, willing himself to speed up his pace, his thrusts growing a little more frantic, struggling to keep his pace and the rhythm that seemed to be pleasing her.

She whined her hand sliding down her body finding her clit. She caressed the bundle of nerves rubbing tight circles into it, the sensation increasing everything she was feeling.

Chibs groaned it hitting him what she was doing. He gazed down at her hating that he couldn’t angle his body enough to fully appreciate the sight of what she was doing. He made a note to get her to do this again when he got  her to ride his cock. 

“Fuck, Hen. Touch that clit fer me. That’s my Lass.” he groaned, encouraging her.

She rubbed more rapidly the combination of her fingers against her clit and his cock sliding in and out of her making her slide closer and closer to the edge.

She moaned his name, the sound urging him on his cock aching. He was certain his name never sounded so perfect on anyone’s lips. He could remember how overjoyed he’d been when she’d told him she would prefer to call him Filip during that first proper phone conversation they’d had. 

She moaned all the more, her clit throbbing as her end approached closer and closer by the second. She felt it building within her so close she could almost grasp it. It felt as though a spring was coiling tightly within her bound to release at any moment. 

Chibs moaned his voice low and full of adoration encouraging her. “Come on, Hen. Cum fer me, Love. Let go fer me.”

She moaned, her body shuddering as she fell over the edge shockwaves washing over her. Her fingers continued to rub circles into her clit as she came, her center contracting around his cock causing him to groan.

His thrusts sped up all the more growing sloppy his cock throbbing as his end drew nearer and nearer.

She whined moving her fingers from her clit, it quickly becoming overstimulating. She gasped her hands sliding along his back caressing him as he continued to thrust chasing his own end. 

Her body felt heavy and sensitive underneath him, the feel of him sliding in and out of her almost too much. She resisted the urge to pull from him wanting him to find his release in her. 

He groaned his voice thick and slurred the closer he got to the edge. “Gonna fuckin cum, Shite, Lass.”

She spoke encouraging him to reach his end, wanting so badly to please him as much as he’d pleased her. “Please, Filip. Cum.”

He groaned his end hitting him hard, his last thrusts desperate and clumsy as he slid over the edge releasing into the condom. His body jerked his cock pulsing as he fell apart. His release spilled into the condom with far more force than he’d anticipated. A voice in the back of his head marveled that he’d not cum with this much force since his earliest sexual encounters. 

She rocked her hips against his encouraging him working her pelvic floor to help work his end the action making him groan her name leaving his lips along with a few low curse words. 

He moaned it hitting him this was the second time he’d cum tonight, the thought making a pleasant shudder run through his body.

He collapsed against her thrusting weakly against her, rocking the last of his orgasm into the condom, his cock twitching as he spilled the last drops of himself.

He pressed lazy kisses against her skin as he came down from his orgasm. He found himself unwilling to pull from her just yet wanting to soak up the feeling of her underneath him, her arms wrapped around his waist.

She kept a tight grip on him, apparently just as eager to keep him within her and over her, the sensation making her feel safe and adored.

He groaned as his cock began to soften, it slipping from her against his will. He reluctantly rolled off of her, she allowing him to do so.

They laid on their backs, their breathing heavy and their bodies soaked in sweat.

She spoke weakly waving off towards the nightstand, her hand feeling heavy. “There should be tissue somewhere…for the condom.”

He nodded his head lying there for a moment trying to find the will to move his body feeling so heavy and relaxed.

He reached out, grabbing a tissue, removing the condom and tying it off. He tossed it in a little wicker wastebasket by the bed before he collapsed back into the bed.

He opened his arms for her, relieved as she scooted close to him, her head resting against his chest.

She wrapped an arm around his waist finding it easy to sink against his embrace, her body feeling so relaxed a sense of security washing over her.

He found the bedsheets as the cool room began to make them both feel clammy. He spoke his voice drowsy, he wanting to check in on her hoping he’d managed to love her the way she’d requested. “How’re ye doin, Hen?”

“Perfect…you?” She responded, unable to deny the giddy drowsy feeling washing over her.

“Perfect.” He replied, his eyes growing heavy, struggling not to give into the desire to pass out his body feeling satisfied and he feeling completely at ease.

She felt her own eyes grow heavy, she overcome with how adored and secure she felt at the moment. She couldn’t remember feeling this at ease with a man before in her entire life. The words left her lips before she could stop them. “I love you, Filip.”

She felt her stomach drop as soon as it hit her just what she’d blurted out. She shot up in bed certain that she had just screwed everything up.

A voice in the back of her head exclaimed that she was an idiot for blurting this statement out like this. What if he didn’t feel the same? The voice claimed that he couldn’t be in love with her. In her experience she wasn’t the kind of woman men loved. It was too soon for declarations of love, a voice taunted her. She was most likely coming across as a clingy mess. Men hated clingy. 

Chibs widened his eyes, the words washing over him. He gazed up at her stunned by her reaction to her declaration of love.

He sat up gently reaching out for her terrified that her reaction meant she regretted saying the words.

A voice in the back of his head told him that she could not actually love him. He was not the kind of man that was deserving of something so pure. He’d done so many awful things and was not the kind of man women wanted to give love to. 

Y/N spoke hoping to do some damage control. “I am a big girl and can take it if you ….don’t feel the same, or aren’t there yet. I just, I can’t hide how I feel. I promise this isn’t just the fact that you gave me an amazing orgasm talking. I love you. How could I not? I-uh. So, you don’t have to feel pressured to say it back because I said it. I’m fine if you aren’t ready to say it back.”

Chibs furrowed his brow, thrown off by her comments. How could she not realize he loved her? How could she think he couldn’t?

He pressed his lips to her temple, his voice gentle. “Look at me, Hen.” 

She turned her head to face him cringing fearing the worse. He spoke, his lips pressing to hers, his voice reassuring. “How could I not love ye, Hen? I don’t know if ye noticed, but I’m a wee bit crazy fer ye. Pretty sure I offered to kill fer ye.”

He cringed at the last part of his statement; he was not quite sure if bringing up his offer to kill Gunner was welcome when she was clearly feeling vulnerable.

He spoke again soothing any possibility that he’d made this so much worse. “I love ye, Y/N. I have already said I love ye to ye…I technically said it firs, Hen. Ye were jus asleep the firs time I said it.”

“I was?” She blurted out, he nodding his head, his cheeks darkening somewhat.

“Aye…it was ah…after that fuckin incredible handjob ye gave me a few weeks back. I promise that was not my orgasm talkin, Hen. Ye made me cum hard, but I swear to ye that I was speakin from the heart and not my dick. I promise, I love ye.”

She spoke the words leaving her before her lips pressed to his. “I love you, Filip.”

He smiled against the kiss he reluctantly pulling back the words leaving him. “I love ye too.”

He managed to pull her back against him, settling down into her bed, his lips pressing to the top of her head as she rested her head against his chest.

He held her against him, his words soft as he allowed sleep to flood his system exhaustion hitting him. “I love ye, Mo leannan.”

She spoke, her own eyes growing heavy, the words spilling from her without hesitation or shame. “I love you.”

The thought washed over her making her feel secure and cozy as sleep took hold. He loved her. Filip Chibs Telford loved her. 

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Chibs groaned reluctantly, pulling from her embrace and her warm bed his aching bladder making it clear that he would not be able to hold off needing to pee much longer.

He found his boxers on the floor sliding them on the air conditioning flipping on making her bedroom icy.

He was certain that she’d practically ran to the bathroom an hour or so ago. He had only woken briefly long enough to hear her grumble something about UTI’s and how peeing after sex was the best way to avoid them. She was half asleep, the comment being clearly not meant for his ears. 

He was so drowsy though that he was unsure if he’d heard her correctly.

The run to her bathroom and back into bed had been quick; she clearly wanted to get back to the warm bed and back to his embrace.

He walked his movements slow and careful not to wake her as he went into her master bathroom shutting the door behind him before he flipped on the lightswitch.

He took care of business washing his hands, the cold room and the overhead lights making his brain wake up more than he would prefer.

He groaned, wanting nothing more than to slide back into bed with her and embrace the comfort of sleep.

The file sitting out in her living room was a sirens call though. His mind could not pull from it the need to see just what Agent Stahl had shown Y/N too tempting to ignore.

He shut off the light in the bathroom blinking trying to adjust to the darkness around him as he left the bathroom making his way through her bedroom thankfully without causing any noise.

He made his way down the hall, his stomach in knots as he approached her living room.

He felt his stomach turn as he spotted the file even with all the clutter she complained about in her home; past heirlooms from the generations that had lived here before her.

He sat down on her sofa thankful she’d forgotten to turn off the lamp on the table before she’d asked him to take her to bed.

He reached out his hands shaking as he opened the folder, his eyes scanning the police reports, nothing featured within them a surprise.

At least Stahl had not doctored some fake reports in an attempt to make him appear to be more brutal than he knew he was.

He felt his stomach churn knowing that there was far more that he’d done than was featured in these reports. These were just the actions he’d been caught doing.

He felt his stomach churn all the more, spotting the mugshot of his estranged wife within the folder.

He remembered the arrest as she’d been handcuffed by his side and shoved into the back of a police car beside him. He’d been cursing up a storm and throwing out expletives about the arresting officers insulting their loyalty to the crown calling them dirty loyalist pigs.

Fiona had been so calm though; elegant even in the back of a police car. She had said nothing, only occasionally telling her husband to calm himself. 

They’d been arrested for a brawl. There was always fighting in the streets back in those days. His twenties were a haze of bombings, bullets, and fists. He had thrived in the violence and the chaos.

He had loved the chaos. He had found a home in the horror of it all. He had found a cause to dedicate himself to and he was willing to die for it. He was a loyal man when he found something to fight for, even back then. 

He was certain that he’d die at any moment and he’d been at peace with it. He had told himself he’d be dying for a cause he believed in.

When Kerrianne had been born in his thirties he no longer was at peace with the thought of dying for the cause. His baby had shifted his heart. He was no longer as filled with rage and pure spite. He was still loyal to the cause but he was less quick to fly off the handle without a second's notice. He had learned to hold back the need to fight first and ask questions later. He was more prone to sit back and observe.

He knew his hesitance to fly into a rage had made him appear weak. His loyalties to the cause had been joined by loyalties to his baby.

Jimmy O’ had used this appearance of weakness to push Chibs from the cause. All it took was the suggestion of disloyalty and weakness and Jimmy O’ had been given the go ahead to dispose of Filip Telford. 

Chibs was unsure if Jimmy O’ had also been given the go ahead to take Fiona and Kerrianne for his own, or if that had been a personal choice that had just been tolerated from the Army Council. 

Chibs knew Jimmy O’ had won over favor with the Army Council. He was proving to be a smart and resourceful soldier to the cause. He’d earned leadership of his own crew who he ran with an iron fist. He didn’t care about risk or danger when it came to his actions. He was willing to cost lives for the cause and the council only saw it as Jimmy O’ being dedicated and capable of bringing out that dedication in others. 

They saw him as someone who was willing to get his hands dirty and deal with the day to day tasks that were required of the cause. 

Chibs knew that Jimmy O’ was still in favor with the Army Council. He only had to answer to them for any of his actions. He was still running his own crew. He was still involved in recruitment and he was good at it. He had found himself a cushy position in the True IRA.

Chibs frowned at the photo of Fiona overtaken by the thought that her first love had always been the cause. He was sure she’d loved in order; the cause and then him. Then when Kerrianne had come along she’d loved her of course, though she’d not been entirely pleased to be pregnant seeing it as a hindrance in her fight for the cause.

She had been a good mother though; she’d loved their child. She had remained a loyal soldier though.

He at times had wondered if it had been so easy to believe in the cause and fight for it because he associated the fight for a free Ireland with his love for Fiona. He had loved her therefore her passions had become his own.

He knew of course that he was unable to blame her for the path he’d taken. She had introduced him to the concept of a free Ireland, but he’d been the one to listen so intently and practically trip over himself to become involved. He’d been loyal to the cause. He could admit he’d found an outlet for his anger in it. He fell into the promises of the True IRA hook line and sinker. Fiona had been an encouragement of his dedication to the cause, but he’d made the choice on his own.

He was overcome with mixed feelings at the sight of Fiona’s mugshot. A few years ago he would have wanted to take the photo and keep it close to him. He would have cherished the captured image of her even if it had been taken in a moment of such chaos.

He found that he had no desire to cradle it close to his heart though. He felt no need to cherish the image. He found that gazing upon it only filled him with sorrow and a mix of feelings he could not place. He did love her; though he’d found that it was not that deep longing love he had always assumed he felt for her. He cared for her. He did not want to cherish an image of her though and long for her to be by his side. 

It was a shock; not feeling the longing that he’d become so familiar with when it came to thoughts of Fiona. 

He picked up a mugshot sitting alongside it, a younger version of himself staring back up at him.

He felt his heart twist at the image. The man in the photo looked like a stranger. His face was free of the scars Jimmy O’ had left him with. He was in his twenties in the photo. He was far too thin, his hair dark and free of the hints of silver that had developed over the past few years. His mouth was fixed into a scowl and his gaze was intense and dark. He’d been young and so filled with an immature and honestly unearned sense of pride. 

Chibs jerked almost dropping the photo as a soft voice sounded out beside him. “What are you doing up? I’m missing my in-bed furnace. I need someone to shove my feet against when I get too chilly.”

He gazed up at the owner of the voice, his heart lifting at the sight of her. The sight of her was a welcome distraction from his trip down memory lane.

She’d found a nightgown from her dresser, this one a long pale green silk gown with thin straps and white lace along the trim. He admired the sight of her, sure he’d never get enough of seeing her in a nightgown.

He had found that he enjoyed lying by her side at night, the soft silk of her nightgowns pressed to him the material soft against her curves. 

She sat down beside him, her stomach turning at the open file in front of them and the photo of his estranged wife sitting out. 

An insecure voice in the back of her head told her he’d been gazing at it longing for a woman he could not have.

She shoved the insecure paranoid voice back as Chibs spoke nodding down to the mugshot he was holding in his hand. “Jus rememberin how young I use to be. Shite, look at me. Fuckin full of piss vinegar and cum.”

She rolled her eyes at the last part of his statement. She gazed at the photo in his hand studying it closer than she’d allowed herself to do in front of Agent Stahl. “You look like you were an intense guy.”

“Aye, I was. I had a fuckin loud mouth too…never knew when to shut up until I learned the hard way.” Chibs admitted staring down at the photo of himself.

She dared to ask, unable to shove back her curiosity. “What was the hard way?”

“Fuckin bomb almost took me out. Was helpin plant some explosives with an older lad…he was more experienced than me, but I didn’t care. I was too cocky and runnin my mouth, not listenin to his warnings...one of em got set off and I was at least smart nough to hear it and run. Thank god the one that went off was weaker than it shoulda been. Wasn’t hooked up righ so it was a small fire more than anythin… Still got knocked flat on the ground, broke my damn arm. Taught me to shut up more often. I learned to listen and not assume I knew what I was doin. I learned to take direction a wee bit better. I learned to sit back and let people act before I jumped into action and got myself a world of hurt….I was still an angry lad of course, but I was less stupid in my rage. It was a hard lesson to learn, but it probably kept me alive.” He admitted not wanting to meet her gaze at the mention of bombs.

He spoke again, shaking his head a soft sigh leaving him. “It was a miracle I survived my twenties. Belfast in the eighties and early nineties was somethin else. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t have survived it…and I didn’t care….not till my Kerrianne was born. She made dyin in fer the cause seem less noble.”

Y/N dared to speak, trying not to focus on the mention of his deeds in Belfast knowing it was something she might never feel at peace with but it was his past all the same. “She was four the last time you saw her?”

He cringed, nodding his head, the memory feeling so fresh still. “Maureen Ashby…she was a lass that hung round SAMBEL…datin our club pres…she an Fiona were close…she managed to sneak me by a market she knew Kerrianne would be at with Fiona…I was only able to see em from far away…Jimmy O’ never let em out of his sight without one of his lads nearby. I was able to see her for a moment…watch her smelling the flowers…She was so tiny…head full of curls and my nose and ears…She was carrying this wee stuffed animal…a white teddy bear. It should have been comfortin…but it was jus torture. Seeing my baby knowin I couldn’t go near her. She was a baby when Jimmy O’ attacked me. I loved her…loved her so much it hurt. I loved bein a Da. I thought it was a chance to be better than my own Da…I wanted so much fer her, had so many dreams fer her…Maureen promised to give her photos of me as the years went by…let her know I exist, let her know I love her. Don’t know if she jus told me that to comfort me. It would probably be too dangerous…lettin Kerrianne know her da is out there and he loves her. Jimmy O’ wouldn’ stand fer it. Even if he allowed it I’m sure he told her I ran off to America and abandoned her like some sort of arse, running from his family and the cause. Sometimes I dream bout my baby…memories of her. It hurts. I hate it.”

He paused, his throat growing tight he shaking his head. “Pretty soon after that tensions between the True IRA, SAMBEL, and SAMCRO started gettin too much and hinting they might fall apart…sendin a lad over to patch into SAMCRO and help deal with the Irish was a suggested way to ease tensions. I was a perfect candidate given my involvement with the cause and the MC. They knew where my loyalties would lie. I took the chance to get the hell out of Belfast…ain’ been back since.”

She wrapped her arms around his upper arm, her head resting against his shoulder as she spoke. “I’m sorry.”

He furrowed his brow, tempted to tell her that she did not need to apologize for bringing up the memory. 

She spoke, her head turning to press a kiss against his arm. “For what it’s worth…I hope Kerrianne does know you’re out there. I hope she knows you love her…if you didn’t love her you wouldn’t keep her so close to your heart.”

He felt a small smile cross his lips knowing she was referencing the tattoo across his heart. His daughter’s name in celtic print. “Aye, it's all I can do.”

They sat in silence for a moment, she daring to speak. “What do you want me to do with the file…do you want it?”

He frowned, understanding that she was not exactly asking about the file itself nor the police reports. This was about the mugshot of his estranged wife. 

He could feel the tension in her body as she continued to hold on to his arm. She was testing him, waiting to see where and with whom his heart laid. 

He felt the words leave him without hesitation. “Fuckin burn it, Hen. Ain’ nothin in there I need.”

He paused, not missing the chance to tease her. “Though…we can save one of these mugshots of me…ya can frame it to put by yer bed…or I can get ye a locket and ye can size down one of the photos to keep in it. Ye can show it off when people ask bout yer boyfriend…really give em a shock. We can put one of yer mugshots on the other side of the locket…make it real romantic.”

She rolled her eyes at this comment, the tension leaving her body a giggle leaving her the sound a relief to him given the tension of the conversation. “I think if I want a photo of you by my bed or in a locket, I would prefer you to look less pissed off…and more sober judging by a few of those mugshots I spotted in there.”

“Aye, fine. I do think there is a photo in there of me was when I was fuckin shitefaced. Pretty sure I’m flippin the bird at the camera…I look like hell in it. I got picked up with fuckin Juice fer some shite, I don’t even remember it, I think I was fightin though…maybe breakin and enterin too. I jus remember the hangover more than anything. It aint the one we have hangin in the clubhouse though I was pretty stoned in that one  and I’m flippin the bird in it. That one was from Kern county. Pretty sure I was on a run with Tig and Bobby in that one, or on the way back from a run. I had a wee bit of a joint with Bobby and ye can see it in my face…Got pulled over and ran my mouth, cops weren’t amused.” He admitted recalling a few of the mugshots in the file. He knew those were the milder offenses on his record. 

He paused an idea entering his brain, unable to avoid the temptation to tease her.

“ Still gettin ye a mugshot of me…ye know fer yer fridge or somethin…or in yer office…really make Skeeter cringe.” He teased not wanting to admit that he was pretty tempted to make good on the offer.

She shook her head standing up, her voice drowsy. “I am both starving and exhausted…we literally did not eat dinner…and don’t you say that you fed me your cock.”

He snorted at the comment biting his tongue to keep any smart comments from leaving him.

She spoke nodding at the file. “If I get you the matches will you burn that damn file in the fireplace in the dining room? I have some leftover Chinese takeout in the fridge that I can heat up for us and some beer too.”

He chuckled standing up from the sofa as he spoke, tossing the mugshot down on the file more than eager to burn it to ashes. “Aye, takeout and burnin my criminal record. Sounds like a good night in.”

She shook her head, her lips pressing to his cheek before she headed to the kitchen. He called out behind her the words leaving him without hesitation. “I love ye.”

“I love you too.” She replied over her shoulder the comment filling them both with ease.

He gazed down at the file shutting it knowing that he’d been telling her the truth. There was nothing in that file he wanted nor needed.

He knew where his heart laid.

[imaginealotofthings]

Imagine you find out Chibs is seen with another woman.

"Y/N, they were together."

"We saw them"

"He's moved on!"

.. The old ladies & croweaters- the ones you considered friends, even maybe family now; kept telling you Chibs had moved on. You and Chibs weren't officially a couple, so you had to act like you didn't give a shit, but in reality - you fell in love with the man the first time he spoke to you.

Were they just trying to hurt you? Protect you? Who knew.

All you knew was that it hurt like hell! You had fallen so hard for Filip Telford over the past few months since moving to Charming - you really thought he was the one but you knew everything was too good to be true.

You sat at the bar with the girls in the clubhouse - they told you how much of a piece of shit Chibs was and that I deserved SOO MUCH better... The boys sat in a huddle, keeping out of the way - which seemed out of character for them.

You kept drinking...and drinking. I nodded along but didn't agree with a word they said. To be fair, I never thought Chibs would do this to me but he definitely wasn't a piece of shit & I definitely didn't deserve better. You didn't want better. You wanted him. You want Chibs.

You drank a lot by this point. "Thanks girls, I'm just gonna go out for a smoke."

"But Y/N, you don't smoke." one of them spoke over the others.

"I do now!" grabbing the packet of cigarettes and lighter you head outside.

Leaning against the wall, you lit the cigarette. This was the first one you'd had since quitting 5 years ago. You were ashamed, but you smoked as if it was going to cure everything. Blowing out the cloud of smoke a hand appeared yanking the cigarette from your grip.

"What the fuck are you doing lass?" Chibs face concerned.

"Hey, give me that..." you stumbled. "You don't get to take stuff off of me, like that bitch whore has..."

"What are ya talking about Y/N?" Chibs more confused than concerned now.

"That woman you've been seen with all over town, the girls have already told me, so save it Chibs. I hope she was worth it." Chibs scratched his brow with frustration and realising what was happening.

By this point the girls and the rest of the Sons had come out to see what was going down. A few of the boys took the girls back inside to talk.

"Y/N, the woman is no bitch whore. I can assure you! It was your sister."

You stare at him, tears leaving your eyes. You waited for more answers.

"I asked your sister, Y/S/N into town for lunch - I wanted to ask for her blessing on behalf of your family. I wanted to seek approval to ask for your hand in marriage.... Goddammit." he began to get angry.

You began to sob, so hard shoving your face into your hands.

"I can't understand why you'd believe them, Y/N. I can't believe you think I'd do that to you! And smoking again after how hard you worked to quit. This has to be a fucking joke." Punching the wall, he storms off out of the Teller Morrow lot.

You fell to the floor in tears. Juice and Tig sat down to comfort you.

"Hey man, you can't blame her you know what them crow eaters are like, they'll do anything to keep us boys from serious relationships. It'll all be fine man." Jax says before patting Chibs on the back.

"Just the thought of losing her kills me, Jackie Boy." He looked at Chibs with an empathetic look. "I'm in love with her."

A smirk appeared on Jax's face. "Stop fucking about and go get her, she's in love with you man."

Chibs wipes his face and bounds up to wear Y/N sat on the floor in her drunken state.

He reached down and lifted you up. "Y/N, come on. Lets go." You nodded. He swept you up and put you over his shoulder. Taking you to his room and laying you on the bed.

"Asif you got this drunk with worry - I can't believe you think I'd leave someone as amazing as you.

I'm going to kiss the worries away.. all over your body. Ok lass?"

"Okay Chibby.."

"And then tomorrow, I'm gonna ask you to be my wife..."

Credit to gif/image owners

[xoxosimp]

The Heart Wants What it Wants

Pairing: Biker!Steve Rogers x female clubgirl!Reader

Synopsis: There’s a million reasons why you should give up your feelings for Biker!Steve, but your heart can't help itself. 

Warnings: fluff,angst,smut, Possessive!Steve, unprotected sex (stay safe yall) , penetrative sex, happy ending

A/N: I haven't written anything in two years, so forgive the poor characterization and mediocre writing. Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own. Inspired by “ The heart wants what it wants” by Selena Gomez.

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“Steve  is not going to let you leave,” Wanda scoffed as she wipes the counter. 

“ Girl, your pussy is magic. Do you really think he’s gonna let you go?” Lucia stated matter of factly.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your legs. “ Club girls come and go. Once I leave, five more girls are going to jump to take my place.”

Being a club girl to one of the biggest motorcycle clubs had its perks. You had a roof over your head , with zero bills to pay. You had a family that watched your back and the freedom to focus on university. In return, you would consensually sleep with the members of the Howling Commandos Motorcycle Club . The only rules were you were to only sleep with members of the MC and pick up some of the chores around the clubhouse.

You were a sweetbutt. Sweet mama. Croweater. Whatever nickname, to each their own. You were club property. 

Being the President’s,Steve Roger’s  favorite girl had its perks, as well. No one got away with disrespecting you,  which is unusual on its own considering you were no one’s old lady. But for the past year, you’ve exclusively slept with Steve . And cuddled with him. And go riding with him ( which is a privilege on its own, all bikers treat their motorcycles like a temple), and tell him every fear, hope, and dream you’ve ever had. 

If you wanted to leave, you would need to ask the president. You’ve been a club girl for almost two years now, and every single time they’ve asked to leave, Steve granted their request. 

“I can't stay with the club forever,” you say weakly, leaning your elbow on the counter Wanda just wiped. “ I plan on going to grad school out of state.”

“ You mean you don't want to stay with Steve, forever,” Lucia corrected beside you. “ I thought you liked being his favorite,” she asked sarcastically.

You were planning on taking a gap year since you were near the end of your undergrad career. You wanted to travel. Take a vacation. Finally relax , since it's been endless work since your freshman year and it will just be more work once you start grad school. 

You could travel all you want as a club girl. But no matter how far you could travel, your heart will always pull you to him.

But does he yearn for you?

“ I don't think my heart could take much more, guys.” 

“Oh my gosh, you love him,” Wanda stated.

What’s not to love? Steve was a kind, compassionate, and down to earth man. He would put his life down for anyone in the club without a second thought. Steve was sexy as sin, with huge arms and even more sculpted legs to match. He was a golden boy. He was amazing.

And so not yours.

“ There’s only so much my heart can take , Wan,” you took a deep breath to steady your voice. “ I knew what I was signing up for when I became a club girl but I didn't think it would give me this much heartache.”

“You’re an incurable romantic, Y/N. You feel too much,” Lucia stated simply. “ You don't even know if Steve feels the same way.”

Your heart plummeted. Wanda glared at Lucia. “ Don’t look at me like that,” Lucia defended herself, “ I’m capable of getting under someone without catching feelings.”

“ Anyways,” Wanda said curtly, “Luce, don't you have a paper or two to write?” 

She rolled her eyes but nonetheless hopped off the stool and slung her purse over her shoulder. “ I hate that you’re right. I will see you bitches later.” You and Wanda say your goodbyes. 

“ And my break is over, I have budget reports to look at,” Wanda sighed.

“Fun.”

“ Like a hole in the head,” Wanda remarked.

You collected your belongings but Wanda stopped you. “ How about asking him out on a date?”

“Steve?” 

“No, Natasha,” Wanda rolled her eyes, referencing Clint’s old lady.

“ Redheads are not my type.”

You and Wanda share a laugh. “ Ask him,” she urged, putting her hand on your shoulder “ The worst thing he can do is say no.”

Then you’ll have to mend your heart back together if he does. 

Gosh, you can't remember a time where you were so anxious about a guy. You weren't shy about sex, but you sure held back when it came to your feelings.

But a girl has got to try.

~~~~~~~~

You were pacing outside of his door. Gosh, you felt like a middle schooler going to ask out her crush. 

It was a simple “Do you want to get dinner together?”  Or “ Let’s have a picnic!” or-

“ Everything okay, pretty?” a deep voice snapped you out of your rehearsal. 

He was shirtless with droplets of water still very much on his abs. You could see his dick print through his gray sweatpants. Gosh, how were you supposed to ask him out when all you wanted to do was jump him?

“ I could hear you pacing through the door.” he grabbed your waist to bring you closer to him. He tickles your neck with his facial hair, your laughter is music to his ears.

“ I came to ask you something,” you said in between giggles. 

“Ask away, pretty,” he said ,starting to kiss your neck. 

This was your ideal situation. You didn't have to look in his eyes. But with every kiss to your neck your panties got wetter. 

Do it , you coward. 

You laced your fingers in his damp hair and forced him to look at you. “ Will you go out with me?”

His eyebrows raised in surprise. His mouth broke out in a smile. With how nervous you were , you couldn't tell if that was a happy smile or ‘i’m laughing at you smile’.

“What made you ask me, pretty?”

There were a billion reasons running through your head. A billion explanations. A billion confessions threatening to surface like word vomit. But there were a billion insecurities. A billion potential heartbreaks. 

“ I just thought it would be fun,” you said, massaging his scalp with your finger nails. 

You know he doesn't believe you, the detective twinkle in his eye says so. But he doesn't question you.

“ A date with you sounds perfect, pretty one. But I thought I was supposed to ask you out?” he says pinching your bum.

“ Well you were taking too long,” you tease. 

“ Well my apologies, I hate that I kept my best girl waiting. Where are we going?”

“ I was thinking about Ben's?” you suggested. Ben’s was the club’s favorite place to eat. It was frequent after church, or just on a random Saturday because they felt like it.

“ Oh no, our first date needs to be special,” he argued. “ And we go to Ben’s all the time.”

“ But their burgers are so good.”

He chuckles, “But you deserved wine and dined.”

You stand on your tippy toes and press a gentle kiss on his lips.”  Then we'll just have to go to Casa Rustica.” 

“Then I guess we will.” He cups your face and brings you towards his lips.A rush of warmth floods through you, melting away your lingering doubts.Time seemed to stand still when you kissed him. And with every nibble and bite , it made your core clench over nothing. Whenever you groaned into him, you sent vibrations through him, making his dick twitch.

You finally mustered the strength to pull away from his lips. “ How does tomorrow night sound? Five ? ”

“ Sounds perfect, pretty.”

~~~~~~~~

When he’s five minutes late , it’s because the red lights take forever to turn green. So you think.

When Steve is ten minutes late, it’s because he realized he had two different shoes on. So you think. 

When thirty minutes pass, your heart sinks with the realization you’ve been stood up. It isn't until you take your jewelry that your phone chimes with a text message.

I’m sorry that I’ve kept you waiting this long, but I can't make it tonight.

You couldn't tell if that was a “something came up” apology or a “ I forgot” excuse. 

It was like he threw a rock at your glass-paned heart. What did you expect from someone who got the milk for free and isn't interested in buying the cow? 

Your dynamic with him was a unique one of its own. Not a lot of club girls get turned into old lady’s . Not that you were expecting that, but you wanted to try with Steve. Have a relationship with him. Be his proper girlfriend.

Lucia always said you would bring yourself more heartache than you deserve. Guess she was right. 

~~~~~~~~

“You were right.” You slumped down next to Lucia at a table outside of your university’s student union. 

She put down her pencil and raised an eyebrow. “ I’m right about a lot of things, you need to be more specific.”

“ I took a risk and asked him out,  but he stood me up.”

Lucia’s face fell a little, “ Babe, I didn't want to be right,” she rubbed your back.

“ Why did I let myself think he was gonna sweep me off my feet and run off into the sunset together” you ask out loud. 

“ I don't think so ma’am,” she wagged her finger like a mother scolding her child, “ He’s the asshole who decided to ditch you. Did he say why?” 

You shook your head, “ I didn't ask”. She gave you a bitch are you kidding me look. “ No one can question the president, Luce. He’s given me protection and a roof over my head and-” 

“ I don't care if he was the president of the United States,” she said sharply, “You deserve an explanation.”  She opened her palm expectantly.

“No,no,no,” you started. Her eyes pierced your soul, demanding that you give up your phone. You tried to resist but ended up pulling your phone from your back pocket and handing it to her. 

She unlocked your phone and began typing. The goosebumps danced on your skin, hoping that she would say anything disrespectful to him. Lucia shows you the message she has yet to send. 

Hey, is everything alright? You ditched me with no notice last night

Granted, she could have typed out a message in a much more disrespectful tone with a plethora of profanities. 

You take the phone and press send. With every passing minute your palms grew sweaty, until your phone chimed and you opened his messages.

Club Business 

Those two words were every motorcycle club president’s favorite words. Two words that no one could question. Two words that answered but did not fulfill any question.

“ He hit me with the 'club business’ , " you told Lucia bitterly.  Which doesn't make sense considering that Bucky, his Vice President, and Sam, his secretary were both at the clubhouse last night. 

“Okay , screw him,” Lucia exclaimed with no care for the heads that turned. “You just need to get under someone new to get over him.”

“But I’m not-”

“Allowed to sleep with anyone outside the club. I know,” Lucia droned, repeating your usual explanation. “ I never mentioned anyone outside the club. You say it yourself, you’re a club girl, not his girl.”

The prospect of sleeping with someone else churned your stomach. You have slept with other members of the club. But he fucked the memory of anyone else touching you out of your system. 

“I don't think I would ever get with a biker. But Sam? He could get it every day of-”

“Okay, Luce, I get it,” you laugh a little. 

What do you get for falling in love with someone who never gave you a second thought unless you weren't in bed with him? 

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You were his. Every birthmark and scar. Every curve and crevice. Every perfection and imperfection. Every hope and dream you’ve ever had.

 You were his.

So then why was Thor’s hand on your thigh?

Steve knows canceling on your date thirty minutes after he was supposed to pick you up was less than gentlemanly. But he had a good reason for his absence, one he has yet to disclose. 

You haven't spoken to him in two days . Granted it’s only been two days, but it’s been two nights without you cuddled to his side in his bed..Two mornings where your hair was splayed all over the silk pillow cases he bought just for you. 

And instead of sitting on Steve’s lap like you always do at club parties, you found whatever Thor fucking Odinson was whispering in your ear was so fucking funny. 

It wasnt until Thor stood up and you fucking took his hand that he had seen enough. Steve released his clenched fist and stood up. His racing heart matched every quick thud his heavy boots made on the hardwood floor.

Your gaze flickered to him for a millisecond. Because you know you’re his,too.

~~~~~~~~

In hindsight, it was a good idea. 

You wore the shortest skirt in your closet and a shirt that made your boobs look fantastic. All club girls were expected to attend Friday night parties (which is short for every biker’s excuse to get drunk and get laid after the work week) with the half hearted intention to get under someone to get over Steve. 

You took a seat next to Thor, who was a part of the club but was one of Steve’s friends, and flirted with him like it was a 9 to 5 job. You sat next to him with the intention of letting him take you to bed, but your true intentions evaporated when you fell into genuine conversation with him. 

A genuine conversation with his hand resting on your thigh and him getting so close you can smell his cologne. Yup, super friendly. 

When you took his hand and offered to go to the kitchen for a drink, you saw him in the corner of your eye. Steve stood tall and proud, and he walked to you.

In hindsight, it was a good idea.

It was still a good idea; since Steve had your thighs pressed to chest, his huge dick stretched out your cunt, fucking you into his mattress. You mewled when he pressed an inch closer so your clit brushed against his pelvis. 

“That’s a good fucking girl, taking my cock,” Steve choked out. Your cunt clenched around him at his praise. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when his dick kissed your cervix in the best way possible. It was a gift that never hurt, whether that was because you liked the way it felt or he knew your body so well he never hurt you. You dragged your nails down his chest so hard there was definitely going to be red marks. 

“Tell me you’re mine,” he grunted out, knowing his high was soon to crash. “ This pussy belongs to me.”

“ Steve, sososo- Fuck!” He thought it was cute whenever you got too cock drunk. Your tits bounces with every thrust inside your cunt. Your left eye was twitching, so he knew you were about to come. Your clit was swollen, just how he liked it.

It was all fucking perfect. You were fucking perfect. 

Steve pinched your nipple which elicited a whine from you. “ Tell me this pussy belongs to me or you can't come.”

You attempted to de-scramble your overstimulated brain with the proper response. “ I- fuck Stevie-”

Frustrated with your disobedience, Steve starts rubbing fast circles in your clit, making your cunt clench involuntarily. “ My pussy belongs to you!,” you moaned “ I need to cum please.”

“ Then cum for me, pretty.”

You released around him in a crescendo, with him following suit. You milked Steve’s cock for all its worth as he pumped your cunt full of his cum with three snaps of his hips. You and Steve laid in silence, allowing yourselves to just feel each other for a few more moments.   

He gently pulled out and got to work with cleaning you up. The way he wipes your messy cunt with a warm towel, how he kissed your thighs and praised you for taking him so good. 

It was all too sweet. But it hardened your resolve nonetheless. Wherever that resolve was.

Steve sat on his bed, downing a glass of his favorite bourbon. As you walked towards him from the bathroom, he appreciated the view of you in one of his Harley Davidson t-shirts.  You don't know if you look into his gorgeous blue eyes and tell your truth.

“Can I ? -”, you and Steve said simultaneously. You ushered for him to continue. He stood up from the bed and took your hand.“ You first, pretty.”

Tell him, you coward, you scolded yourself. “ What am I doing?” you thought out loud.

Steve furrowed his eyebrow in confusion. “ I have feelings for you,” you whispered. “ But it was wishful thinking we could be something more. But it- it wouldn't be real.”

“What do you mean it wouldn't be real?”

“ I’m a club whore, You’re the president,” you said plainly. “We wouldn't have a relationship, we don't have a relationship now! It’s ownership. I belong to the club-”

“ You’re mine,” Steve cut you off sharply.

“It’s the same thing Steve,” you replied solemnly. “ It’s one sided. You- You own me, you control me, I belong to you-”

“ You own me!”  he interrupted. “ You control me, I belong to you. If you want my heart, I'll rip it out of my chest and give it to you. You own every part of me.” Steve brings your hand to his heart so you can feel the rhythmic thump of his heartbeat. “ All I can think about is you. All I see is you.”

“You don't mean that,” your eyes were bright with unshed tears.

“Have I ever lied to you, pretty?”

“ Then what were you doing the night we were supposed to go out? Got cold feet?”

Steve drops your hand and goes to his closet. He shuffles around and grabs something black. Steve holds it out for you to see: A black leather jacket in your size, with the back embroidered with the Howling Commandos insignia with the words Property of Rogers around the symbol.

“The tailor needed a second opinion on the size. I wanted to make sure everything was perfect,” he explained. 

“Is it for me?,” you asked.

“All yours, pretty. Try it on for me,” he commanded softly.

It was a snug fit. A perfect fit. “ What does this mean for us, Steve?”

He cups your cheeks, “ It means that you’re mine and I’m yours. You’re my old lady and I’m your man.”

“Club girl to old lady is kind of a big jump though,” you snided.

“ One day at a time, pretty. A day at a time.”

You closed the gap between you and Steve with a soft kiss. His lips molded perfectly against yours. Maybe it was all a dream and the cruel reality would wake you up. But it was no dream. Steve was real. He tasted like he was yours.

“ You’re mine,” Steve stated. 

“ I’m yours. Are you mine?”

“ With all my heart and song that belongs to you, pretty.”

A/N: I made a Scandal reference, iykyk

[shyanddreamy]

You can't save everyone

Happy Lowman x Reader | Part 1

Nights at the club were always great, but not as great as this one. This night was savage; it was pretty obvious that Sons knew how to party. Music was loud and booze was plentiful, and after another round of tequila shots, there you were, observing them with a stupid drunken smile in your face. You wasn´t sure at the beginning, when you first moved to Charming, but you like them. They were your family. Or the closest thing to a family you had ever known.

Your gaze met with Happy’s eyes, who had a croweater sitting on his lap. That woman was dynamite, she was one of the prettiest, and had made clear her preference for Happy. Even so, the passionate way she kissed his neck was not to your liking. After a few minutes of awkward eye contact, he decided to push her aside and walked towards you.

“Are you having fun?”, you asked him.

“I am”

At that time, he had his hands on your hips and his lips dangerously close to yours. You weren’t his Old Lady; not even his girl. The first time he brought you to the clubhouse, he told his brothers you were a friend. His exact words were “someone you can trust”, but your relationship was much deeper than just that.

Without saying any other word, he kissed you softly. He looked all tough, but he liked that kind of kisses. Hardly anyone would think that Happy could be delicate, but you knew it well. You swore you could have melted on his arms sometimes. But this time wasn’t one of them.

“I’m not gonna fuck you, Hap”, you murmured.

“Why?”, he asked you with his raspy voice.

“That croweater had touched you everywhere by now. You even have remnants of her red lipstick on your neck”, you said as he put more distance between both. “I don’t eat leftovers”.

His grimace didn’t change at all; it was as impassive as always.

“So, I better go”, he suggested.

You didn’t answer to that. It was pointless. You wanted him to stay and enjoy the rest of the party together, talk with his brothers and the rest, have fun, drink more… But what Happy wanted was different, so you just nodded and let him go. And he left for the dorms, but not before putting an arm around the shoulders of that croweater who willingly accompanied him.

It was nothing that hadn’t happened a dozen times before. You knew him and his way of life. And maybe you weren’t much better. You tried to convince yourself that it didn’t hurt anymore, but it was a bit disappointing and always left a bitter taste.

It was a long time ago when you first met Happy. Now you could say it was a funny story, more or less. Someone had killed one of his brothers in Tacoma and Happy broke into your house at night accusing you of being the murderer. Actually, it was pretty scary to see Happy in your living room with a loaded gun ready to pull the trigger after getting your confession. But you were innocent. Apparently, the offender who shot the Son was driving your car, that’s how they thought you were guilty.

“The car isn’t mine”, you assured him. “Is new. Stolen”.

“Liar”

“If I wanted to make up an excuse, I would have chosen a better one, dickhead”, you said. “Yesterday, someone tipped me off about an abandon car not far from here. My intentions were to give it a coat of paint, make a few changes, and sell it again. I need the money, that’s all. I haven’t killed anybody”.

“Who?”, he asked you. Since the beginning, you learnt that chatty wasn’t a good adjective to describe Happy.

“Who what?”

“Who told you about the car”.

Although he was deadly serious, you smirked slightly.

“I know how you guys work. You hate rats”, you warned him. “And I ain’t no rat”.

Happy was intimidating in the distance, but even more when he was near. However, you kept your chin up. He was at your home accusing you of committing a murder you haven’t done. You had nothing to be ashamed of.

“I’m gonna get out of your house with his name”, he insisted. “And it would be better for you to talk now, or we won’t chat anymore”.

“What will happen to him?”

“Not your business”

You moistened your lips and intensified your gaze, while his grew darker by the second.

“That motherfucker beat me up twice. If you promise me you’re gonna kill him, I’ll gladly tell you his name”.

You had done some business with him before, but he was a little piece of shit who was always trying to play you. World would be a better place without him.

“That’s a promise I can keep, little one.”

Happy killed the guy two days after. And it would have been the last time you would have seen him if it hadn’t been for a prospect, who decided to show up in your house more than two weeks after that meeting. Apparently, Happy had sent him to invite you to the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse on Friday night. You thought about it all week before finally deciding to go. It was a dangerous move, but bad choices in life had always made it more interesting.

When you arrived at the club not knowing what to expect, you found it crowded. A lot of booze, lots of drugs and lots of noisy drunks. You noticed Happy minutes after your entrance, but he spent almost an hour staring at you from the distance while you were drinking in the bar counter talking with the prospect. He was the one who invited you, so he was the one who had to make the first move. Until he finally did.

“You’re here”, he said as he sat in the stool next to you.

“You wanted me here”, you clarified. “Why?”

“I liked our talk”.

“The part where you threatened to kill me or the part where you threatened to harm me?”, you asked him ironically.

“All of it, I suppose”.

“So, why am I here?”, you insisted.

“Wanted to see you again”, he answered.

You smiled slightly, shook your head, and took a sip of your beer.

“If these are your best phrases to flirt, I have to say that they’re lame”.

“I don’t usually need more”.

You gave him a look, but he was completely confident. And strange as it may seem, it worked. That tough appearance, his mysticism and those black eyes that seemed capable of knowing what you were thinking actually worked.

You spent a few hours in the clubhouse barely talking, drinking, smoking, and watching the stupid things drunks usually do. It was an unpredictable night, but it was a good one. And when he offered to drive you home, when you got there, you let him in.

“That thing your brother asked you. What he called me”, you said, unable to remember the word. “He asked you if I were a new…”

“Croweater”, he answered.

“What does it mean?”

“The chicks who are always around the club. To serve us some drinks. To hook up”, he briefly explained to you. “That’s a croweater”.

“I’m not a croweater”, you assured him completely serious. In response, he reduced the distance between both and brought his hand to the back of your neck with a softness you weren’t expecting from him.

“I know.”

That was the first night you spent together, but it was far from being the last. From that day on, you started seeing each other almost weekly. He would come to your house at night, you would fuck, and he would leave in the morning. Maybe it was because the sex was great, maybe it was something else. There was not much talk, but eventually –and just sometimes– you shared something more about yourselves and your lives. It could be just a stupid story from your childhood or a dream from last night, but it was nice. It felt right. Nevertheless, after a few months with that routine, Happy announced you one day that he was going nomad, which meant he was leaving Tacoma.

“First time I saw you, I thought you were dangerous”, you confessed to him on his last night, both naked on the bed. You were outlining his tattoos with your fingertips. The truth was that you felt safe with him. Your head on his chest, the sound of his heart beats, his arms around you, his calm breathing… You would miss it. “And I know you are dangerous, but it’s not the kind of danger I imagined. You are fucking addictive, Happy.”

When his lips kissed your head affectionately, you closed your eyes trying to feel as much as you could now, so you could remember it once he was gone.

“I understand the feeling. I feel it too.”

For long weeks, you didn’t hear anything from him. It was as if he had vanished. And it was awful. It was until one day Happy called you to say he had two days off and suggested you spend them together. Obviously, you accepted it. You couldn’t refuse that offer. When he left again, the pain came back, but that time something changed. After those days, he started calling you more often. The calls were sporadic and brief. He didn´t talk much in person, so he didn’t on the phone either. But hearing his voice was enough for your sad soul. Anyways, they were always the same three questions: “how are you going?”, “are you safe?”, and “haven’t you killed anybody yet?” He never said “I miss you” or anything like that, but you knew he did. Words weren’t necessary.

Perhaps he had his reasons, but came the moment when he announced to you that he was no longer wanted to be a nomad. Instead, he was moving to Charming. And surprisingly, he asked you to go with him. It was an easy decision to take, as there was nothing special to stay in Tacoma for.

“I want to know why you want me to go there. With you”, you told him the day he knocked on your door with that proposition.

“I’m going to be there. And I want you to be there with me too. That’s all.”

“I don’t get it, Happy”, you insisted. “I don’t get anything that’s going on between us. We've been doing this, whatever this is, for a long time.”

Happy tensed his jaw. He knew as well as you that it was strange, but you have never had that conversation.

“I like having you around. Spending time with you. And I don’t want it to end”, he responded. Happy wasn’t the kind of man who was good at expressing his feelings, but this time he seemed genuine. “I want to keep you close. Know that you’re safe. And you're always gonna be safe with me”.

At his words, you felt your hearth melt.

“It’s crazy, Hap. Where am I gonna live? I don’t have enough money to move at the moment.”

“I’ve already got a house there”, he said. “And you’ll have your own dorm. We can share the rent. That way's cheaper”.

“Always thinking about ways to spend the less amount of money”, you smirked as you walked towards him and put your arms around his neck. “The money is your only reason? Is not because you want to be able to fuck me more often?”

Although he curved the corners of his mouth into a mischievous smile, Happy just shrugged his shoulders.

“Moving together is a big step. It could be kind of scary”, you murmured against his lips.

“I’ve seen a lot of scary things in my life. This is not going to scare me, Y/N.”

That’s how you ended up in Charming. And unlike when you were in Tacoma, in Charming you spent a lot more time with the Sons. Almost every afternoon and every night you were in the club, with them, and it was perfect. At least it was perfect at the beginning. As time goes by, the coexistence became more difficult, adding the fact that the dark times were harder than you might have expected. Every time Happy left, you didn’t know if he would come back. And when he was there, he wanted to be with you as soon as bang any random chick. Waiting worried for his life only to see him go into the arms of a croweater on his return was harsh. But you got used to it.

The problem was that now you were in what seemed to be a long period of peace. And without more fights and deaths, you had begun to hope something else. Something more. You weren't sure of what it was, but there were things that were wrong. It no longer felt right.

After several unsuccessful attempts to keep the fun going, you decided it would be better for you to go home. Unfortunately, Chibs noticed your intentions.

“Going home already?”, he asked you. “Thought you were going to wait for Happy.”

“I don’t mind walking home.”

“You’re alright, lass?”, he insisted. Chibs was too perceptive sometimes.

“Don’t know”, you muttered with a little sad smile. “I need to think”.

“I’ll tell Happy you left”, he nodded. “Keep yourself out of trouble.”

“As always, Pres.”

In your way home, once everything around you were in complete silence, you tried to rethink about what had happened tonight. But this time, you tried to be completely honest with yourself. And the truth was that you couldn’t bear it anymore. You were tired and stagnant. Life was too short, even more when you were in the outlaw world. Maybe it was time for a change.

*

As someone entered in your dorm, you opened your eyes.

“Didn’t want to wake you up”, Happy said.

“It’s okay”, you sighed.

“Can I come in?”

“You never ask for permission.”

“You never go home without me”, he answered back. However, he decided to walk towards the bed and lie next to you in the space you had already made for him.

Having two bedrooms, you didn’t always sleep together, but Happy used to enter in your room even if it was only to spend some minutes in there with you. You loved that habit as much as you loved to embrace him and lay your head on his chest. Nevertheless, this time you stayed in the same position you were before.

“What time is it?”

“Midday”, he replied.

“Have you come back now?”

“A while ago. I've taken a shower before.”

“I’m glad you don’t stain my sheets with red lipstick.”

You heard Happy sigh, but he didn’t answer. You understood that dialogue wasn’t his thing, but sometimes his silence was exasperating.

 “I think I need to go.”

“Where?”, he asked you.

“Don’t know. Far from Charming”

“Why? And for what?”

“Stop with the fucking questions”, you complained. “I just need to go. I can’t stay here anymore”.

“Are you running away from me?”

Listening those words from his mouth was painful, so you needed a few seconds to calm down before you turned on the bed to look at him. His eyes were fixed on yours as if he wasn’t able to look at anything else.

“I don’t want to run away from you, but I need it”.

“That makes no sense”.

“It makes sense for me”.

“Is because that hoe? Are you mad at me?”, he asked, frowned.

You took your hand to his face, caressing his cheek softly, but his expression did not relax in the slightest.

“You are the most valuable thing I have in my life, Happy, and I’m glad you let me into your life and spend so much time with you. But lately things have changed. I need to leave Charming and clarify my ideas. And then I’ll come back”.

“Or maybe you never do it”, he retorted.

You felt the tears in your eyes, but you did your best to hold them back.

“I love you in a way you can’t reciprocate. And it’s okay. I’m not mad at you for that. But every time I realize you don’t feel the same… It’s killing me, Happy. And I don’t want to end up dead inside.”

After a few seconds of awkward silence, he wrapped his arms around you, guiding your head to his chest like most mornings. And once again, there were no words from him. You decided to caress his abdomen while his fingers caressed your body with tenderness. You would have stayed in this exact moment forever, but it was just a fantasy.

“I have to go to Santo Padre in two days”, he announced. From time to time, he went there for club business. “You can come with me. Maybe the travel is good for you. We can talk more. Spend more time together. Just us”.

“Okay. I’ll think about it”.

*

The club wasn't worried about the fact that you were going to Santo Padre with Happy. They trusted him with their lives, so they asked no questions about his decision to take you with him this time. So, with just a backpack as your baggage, you got into the van and started your journey.

In a normal situation, you wouldn’t have talked much unless you tried to engage in conversation. But this time, you didn’t. Actually, you didn’t even know what to say. Anyway, the conversation was light and trivial. It did not escape your notice that Happy was more talkative than usual. Maybe he was doing an effort.

After hours of travelling, you arrived at Santo Padre, Mayans’ territory. They were waiting for Happy in their clubhouse, so there was where you went. You felt some gazes on you as you got out of the van, but it could be just curiosity given that it was strange for them to see Happy with feminine company while he was doing business.

The right thing would be to wait until Happy was done at a prudent distance, but your bladder was full by then, so your only option was to ask them as politely as you could if you could go inside to use the bathroom. You knew they do trust Happy when they let you into the clubhouse alone, without one of them keeping an eye on you. Or maybe they could tell by your face that you really needed to go to the bathroom urgently. Unfortunately, when you opened the door, you found out that someone was already in there.

“Fuck. Shit. I’m sorry”, you said, half-closing the door again in a rush. “Can you just hurry? If not, I think I’m gonna make a mess and I don’t…”

You couldn’t end the phrase before the Mayan who was inside came out of the bathroom, letting the place completely free for you. You saw his smile, as if he was ready to laugh at your desperation or to make an ironic remark, but you didn’t have time for that either. So, as soon as you crossed the door, you closed it in his face.

“Fucking Happy”, you growled. You had told him that you needed to stop somewhere for a toilet break, but he had insisted that you were almost there. Of course, that wasn´t true at all.

Once you left the clubhouse, relieved, you decided to wait near the van until their man talk ended. It only took about ten minutes more before Happy shook hands with the Mayans Pres.

“We’re ready to go”, he said to you.

“Can you drop me off in the city centre?”, you asked him, but Happy frowned in confusion.

“You’re not coming with me?”

“I’ve never told you that”, you answered.

“But I thought… We are far from Charming. That’s what you wanted”.

“It is not what I wanted. I need to take a time for myself. I already explained you that”.

Happy tensed his jaw, but he added nothing more. So, assuming that the conversation was over, you threw away the cigarette and went inside the van again. Happy hesitated, but in last instance, he approached again to Mayans Pres and VP, who had been watching you still outside their clubhouse.

“I have to ask you a personal favour, Bish”, he told him. Even though from your position you could not hear him, you had a good idea of what he was saying. “She’s gonna stay here for a while, in the city. I would appreciate if you could keep an eye on her. Just in case”.

“Ok. No problem”, Bishop answered. However, he was a little confused. He wasn´t expecting Happy to be dealing with that kind of things.

As Happy got into the driver’s seat, you glanced over him with your arms crossed.

“I can take care of myself”, you mumbled.

“I know.”

The short drive was in completely silence, but this time, it was an awkward one. However, it was impossible for you decipher what Happy was thinking. And once he stopped the van again where you had asked him, you knew this was it.

“I should go now, I guess”, you said, but Happy did not open his mouth. He even refused to look at you. You weren’t expecting one last kiss or a deep conversation, but at least a goodbye would have been nice. “Take care, Happy”.

As soon as you opened the door, his hand caught your forearm. Every single muscle of his body was tense, and his gaze was more intense than ever before.

“Call me”, he simply said. “If you need something. Anything. Just call me”.

“Okay. I’ll do it”, you assured him softly.

You took the hand that was grabbing your arm with yours and kissed his knuckles lovingly. It was hard for you as well, especially as you had not been separated for a long time, but it was for the best. You couldn’t say what would happen or when you would see each other again, so it was better to not say anything at all. With a last brief smiled, you left the car.

→ Part 2

[somethinginthewayiam]

Party at the clubhouse

(pic off tumblr)

pairing: Chibs Telford x plus-size reader

words: 1730

warnings: there is 18+ content throughout (minors DNI), alcohol, shit-talking

Summary: you go to your first party at the SOA clubhouse and show off a hidden talent

link to my masterlist and previous parts

It was your first time being invited to a party at the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse. You didn’t know how to dress for that, you weren't a fan of short skirts or dresses because of your big thighs and too insecure for an in-your-face cleavage.

You just decided on a pair of jeans and a tank top. Your big boobs made everything look at least a little bit sexy. As soon as you arrived at the clubhouse, you noticed that you're overwhelmingly overdressed when you saw all the cool biker groupies in barely any clothes. Lyla called them croweaters.

You were relieved to find Lyla outside the front door. She was wearing a really short dress that ended right underneath her ass. It looked great on her body; she really could wear anything.

She greeted you with a hug and pulled you inside to get you a drink. The air inside the clubhouse was heavy with cigarette smoke and the smell of sweat, liquor and...was that puke?

At the bar, you found Bobby sitting and drinking with Happy and Tig.

"Hey, boss", you greeted him and pulled him into a side hug. "Hey doll", he greeted you back with the nickname he gave you on day one and that he used every time he was at the office with you. You didn't mind it, you found it endearing and he kind of reminded you of your dad. Although you would never let him know that.

“Want a beer?”, Lyla asked you as she walked behind the bar and pulled a few bottles from the cooler. “You can give us all a round”, Tig said and pushed his empty bottle towards Lyla. “I help you”, you said and walked around the bar. You stored your purse underneath the counter in an empty spot and started opening the bottles with a swift and skillful motion.

“Gentlemen”, you said and put the three bottles on top of the wooden bar top. “Thanks, doll”, Bobby said and grabbed his new drink. “For the lady”, Happy pushed a ten-dollar bill towards you. You grabbed it with a laugh and stored it in your bra. “Thanks, sugar”, you thanked him with a wink and for the first time ever you saw something like a little smile on this guy’s face.

“Doesn’t look like I’m needed here”, Lyla commented with a laugh and walked around the bar with her drink, taking a seat next to Bobby.

“I used to job at a bar back home, always got good tips”, you told them and took a sip from your beer. The cold liquid was a nice refreshment in the thick, hot air inside the clubhouse. It had gotten quite hot at the end of June, even during the nights.

“I wonder why”, Tig said and looked shamelessly at your boobs. “Must be my winning personality”, you said with playful innocence.

“I see we hired a new bartender”, you heard Jax’ voice as he came over. Behind him was Chibs and as soon as you saw him, you felt a little flutter in your stomach and even further down.

“What gust of wind brought you into my little joint?”, you joked and used the dishtowel behind the bar to wipe over the counter, adding to your joke.

“I’d like a beer, sweetheart”, Jax answered with a sweet smile and leaned against the end of the counter. You took another beer from the cooler, popped the cap off and slid it over to him. You were relieved when he caught it in his hand and it didn’t slide off or fell over, spraying everyone with beer.

“And what can I get you, stranger?”, you asked Chibs as he sat down right in front of you. “Jameson, neat”, he told you and put his elbows on the counter. “A man with class, I like it. Coming right up”, you told him with, what you hoped was, a flirty smile.

You turned around, grabbed one of the tumblers and put it on the counter. Then you grabbed the bottle of Jameson and poured about two fingers worth of liquor in it. “There you go”, you said and put the bottle of Jameson back on the shelve behind you.

“Thanks, darlin’”, he said and shot you a light smile before he grabbed the glass to take a big sip. Something in your stomach jumped again at his words.

“Just FYI, I’m accepting tips”, you said to distract yourself and shot Happy a wink, which he answered with a little nod. Chibs looked over at Happy and back to you, furrowing his brows just for a split second and then it was gone again. You almost didn’t see it, but you did.

The men chuckled but pulled out their wallets. “We never had a prettier bartender”, Tig said and shot an air-kiss in your direction. “That’s true”, Lyla said and moved a five-dollar bill over to you. “Buy yourself something nice, baby girl”, she winked at you which made you laugh.

You collected the money off the counter and stored it in your bra. “Keep it coming, still enough space in there”, you joked and took a sip form your beer again. Some of the guys blatantly stared at your boobs after your comment. Tig even put his chin on his hands that were resting on the counter to have his eyes at your boob level. “Yes, very lovely”, he said, keeping eye-contact with your breasts.

You took the dishtowel and snapped it at him. “Hey, eyes up here”, you said and motioned towards your eyes. “No, thanks”, he simply stated and kept looking. You had to laugh; it was too absurd.

Ever since starting to work for the M.C. and being around the club, you had been called beautiful and flirted with more times than your whole life and you actually started to believe it. At least, a little bit. You knew these guys loved to flirt, but they didn’t have to do it with you and they still did. You just wanted to believe that they didn’t just talk to any woman like that, truth or not.

 You stayed behind the counter for a little while, handing out drinks to people. Jax and Tig had moved over to the couches across the bar to talk to other people. Chibs and Happy had moved over to Bobby at the end of the bar and talked there.

"You trying to be one of the guys with that outfit?", someone you didn't know joked as he suddenly appeared in front of you. He must be a visiting member of a different charter because he was wearing a kutte as well but didn’t have Redwood Original on it. He was quite the heavy fella.

You noticed that some of SAMCRO were looking over at you as they had heard the comment, but you were used to being made fun of because of your appearance and came prepared.

"With those tits, barely", you said as you looked down at your own body, grabbing your boobs through your shirt. "But I see you’re a close second on the boobs-scale", you said as you nodded at his man boobs which made some people around laugh as they had started to follow your little conversation. With your comment you had managed to avert their attention off of you and over to Mr.-big-mouth, just like you wanted.

"Aw, Little-Miss-Hurt-Feelings can't handle a little joke?", the guy taunted, getting annoyed that people suddenly were laughing at him and not with him.

"I think she showed ya that she can handle a joke, son. Looks more like you can't", Chibs stepped in, his face was all serious. The guy made a step forward towards Chibs like he wanted to start something, but Chibs didn't move an inch, he didn't even flinch. You quickly came around the bar.

"How about a little bet?", you pushed yourself in front of Chibs and in-between the two men who were still having a staring contest.

Your whole body was pressed against Chibs’ front as he was standing very close to the guy but you tried not to be distracted right now.

"Let's play a round of pool. If you win, I take my shirt off as you apparently find it so hideous", you suggested and his eyes dropped down to you at your words.

"And if I win, you owe me a hundred bucks. You can keep your shirt on ‘cause no-one wants to see that", you continued, feeling a little brave with the alcohol in your system and knowing that SAMCRO would have your back. "Alright", the guy just nodded and walked over to the pool table, scaring away the people that were playing a game right now.

"Y/N, you don't have to do that, we can just kick him out", Jax intervened, who had come over from his conversation when he had noticed the altercation and stopped you from going over to the pool table.

"Jax, don't keep the lady from her purpose", Tig put a hand on Jax's shoulder pulling him out of the way and ushering you over to the pool table.

To put it quite simply, you utterly destroyed that guy. He even made the mistake of asking you for a rematch and got humiliated a second time. The little lesson you had to teach him brought you 200 bucks.

"Huh, it's been a while since I played for cash but it was fun", you said after collecting your prize and the biker and his friends moved over to another corner of the clubhouse to lick their wounds.

"Who are you?", Juice asked surprised and spoke for the entire group. When you looked at them one by one, you got a little self-conscious.

"We had a pool table in our house and growing up with three brothers and their annoying friends...", you shrugged your shoulders.

"Nice one, lass", Chibs winked at you before he turned around to get himself a beer from behind the bar. There went your stomach again.

“But now, you’re gonna meet your match”, he announced when he turned around again and grabbed a cue off the pool table. He put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. “And that shirt bet’s still on”, he said, winked at you before he bent down to take the first shot.

next part Late night

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Jax Teller x Reader-Head Over Heart

For the amazing @deathbecomesnerds who requested this story with the promt red lipstick

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

To say Y/n was nervous was an understatement. 

But she’d never backed down from a challenge before and she certainly wasn’t going to start now. 

Especially when it meant that Jax Teller would win. 

She liked Jax; they were…friends. Friends who just so happened to fuck one another and had a good laugh with another. 

Then he started acting…odd, for no apparent reason. 

When she tried to ask him about it a few weeks ago he gave her a very cold and blunt answer. 

That they were never going to be anything serious. 

The words shouldn’t have hurt her how they did; they never said they would be anything more than friends but in that moment she realised that someone along the way, she’d fallen for him. 

But Jax didn’t know that, how could he be when she wasn’t even aware of the feelings she’d had for him until that point. 

And now here she was arriving at a party to show him that she didn’t need him. 

~~~~~

Jax was ashamed to admit that he was relieved he hadn’t seen Y/n. 

He needed her not to be.

He couldn’t bear seeing her again. Not after what he had said to her, not after the feeling his heart broke slightly when he saw a flicker of pain flash briefly in her eyes.

He loved her.

That was the issue.

He didn’t want to destroy her…he wanted her as far away from him, the club, even charming, as she could possibly get. 

“No, Y/n/n tonight?” Opie asked, leaning against the same wall as Jax, watching as the other members of the club got flirted with by Croweaters. 

“Looks like it,” Jax answered bluntly, pushing himself off of the wall to join the others. 

Almost instantly at least five different Croweaters surrounded him.

Opie knew how close Jax and Y/n were; they were joined at the hip on nights like these and yet, tonight she was nowhere to be seen and Jax was openly flirting with Croweaters. 

Jax had hoped his words to Y/n had hurt her enough to push her far enough away. 

In fact he was certain of it; until he saw her getting out of a car that had pulled up outside the clubhouse. 

All of his attention was suddenly  on Y/n. 

She was wearing a short red dress that barely covered her ass and with high white heels and  matching red lipstick.

Red lipstick.

He remembered mentioning one evening after a very heated makeout session with her that he loved it when she wore red lipstick. 

She looked stunning. 

And it was taking everything in him to not shove the Croweaters around him away; and go to her. 

He wanted to give it to her so badly. 

He wanted to take back the last few weeks; and go back to how they were before. 

He wanted her.

Needed her.

But he couldn’t have her, not if he wanted to keep her safe. 

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@juiceortiz I'm still working on it (finding better sounds for the atmosphere) but this is what I have so far. 😊

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Graffiti: David Hale x Reader

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The first time David Hale meets you, he arrests you for spray painting a dick on your ex’s house. You’ve just finished off the balls when he slaps the cuffs on your wrists and escorts you to the police car with a smile because truthfully he takes pleasure in seeing Jax Teller so pissed off.

“You have impressive attention to detail.” He tells you with an amused expression as he starts the engine. “You could probably make it as an artist if you applied yourself.”

You laugh because that’s exactly what you do when you’re not drawing dicks or writing expletives on someone’s front door.

“Did you love him?” He asks, glancing in the mirror as he takes the scenic view to the station. You’re a refreshing change from the crowd he’s usually arresting on a Friday night. You’re entirely sober to start with and a complete spitfire.

“No.” You say as you look out of the window and stare out at the passing trees. “I just don’t appreciate him telling the rest of the group how I like to get fucked and inviting them to take a ride.”

He feels his jaw clench just a little when he hears that. It isn’t a secret that the club shares their women, that they’re nothing more than a commodity. You don’t seem like a croweater, they wouldn’t risk their status by doing something like graffitiing a dick on the house of the Vice President. He thinks you just got caught up in the allure of Jax Teller, the same way so many other young women have.

It’s about a mile away from the station that he decides to let you go. He doesn’t think you’ll be returning to the club anytime soon, you’ve made your point by tagging Teller’s house, he doesn’t think he’ll see any more trouble from you. He lets the car idle for a second under a streetlight before he steps outside and opens your door for you.

“Stay away from Teller.” He warns you as he undoes the cuffs on your wrists. “I’m not going to jam you up tonight but if I catch you at it again, it’ll be a different story.”

The next time you see each other is at a bar out of town, he goes there sometimes when he wants to be anonymous. Charming is a small town, everyone knows his face. He can barely go two steps down Main Street without someone complaining about their neighbour feeding the squirrels. Being away from that, it gives him mental space, allows him to breathe.

You look different when you slip into the stool alongside of him, your hair’s a little shorter, your makeup a little lighter. He likes the look, it suits you.

“Hey, it’s the graffiti artist,” He greets you as he takes a sip from his beer. “Drawn anything obscene recently?”

“No.” You smile back as you order an Old Fashioned. “But I’ve been life modelling for a couple of art students recently so I’m probably the subject of some.”

He almost spits out his beer, because you…

Truly, you are something else entirely.

You spend the night together at that bar, shooting pool, sharing a few beers. It’s been a while since he’s felt so relaxed, that he’d been just David instead of Sheriff Hale. You make him laugh until his ribs hurt, until he’s drunk off more than just the booze at the bar.

When he walks you home that night, he doesn’t expect you to kiss him, or undress him, or ride him like the beautiful, wild thing that you are.  

When he wakes up the next morning he’s alone amongst your sheets, the scent of your perfume clinging to his skin. He raises his head to see you sitting in a chair across from the bed wearing his t-shirt from the night before with a sketchbook resting on your knees.

“I need this back.” He smiles, tugging at the hem when you raise to your feet and approach the bed.

“Take it off me.” You dare him, so he does and it starts all over again.

It isn’t until he’s tugging on his jeans an hour later that realises what you were drawing. It’s a picture of him, sleeping. He looks so peaceful in that moment, like he doesn’t carry the burdens of the world upon his shoulders.

“Is this how you see me?” He asks you, his throat tight with emotion.

You frown as if you don’t understand the question.

“That’s how you are.” You tell him as you tear the page out from your sketchbook and hand it to him. “Something to remember me by.”

“I don’t think I could ever forget you.” He tells you as he tucks it into his wallet.

It’s that night at the station when he’s sitting in his office that he takes it out again. His fingers trace over the pencil work and he can’t help but think that maybe this would be the man he could be if he was happier, if he didn’t hold onto everything so damn tightly. It isn’t until he folds it back up that he realises you’ve left your phone number on the back.

Call me the next time you want some fun, you’ve scrawled above it.

He pulls out his cell phone and dials.

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Walk, Walk, Fashion Baby

Imagine coming home to Charming after years in New York and you have to tell your family what you do for a living.

Words: 9.6K Author's Note: Trigger warning for offensive language. Gemma says a slur word to her daughter who's dressed tomboy-ish.

Growing up with the Sons of Anarchy as your family, it was no wonder you grew up a tomboy. Your mother did everything in her power to get you into dresses and skirts, but when that failed she tried for anything form fitting. Your stepdad and brother were grateful you stood strong, and the only form fitting clothing you wore was a tank top beneath a large flannel that rarely came off.

Dating was a no-no, especially with your brother and his best friend just a couple grades above you, but it wasn't like you were interested in anyone at school anyway. Having bikers as family and friends skewed your taste in the opposite sex, but considering you were SAMCRO royalty, no one close to your age would ever look in your direction. All except Opie.

Opie Winston was the one boy who looked past your tomboy exterior, brushing off all the teasing from your brother and his future brothers when he would spend a little too much time with you, teaching you how to fix up cars. But all good things eventually came to an end when Jax and Opie dropped out of high school so they could finally prospect for the club. You stayed in school, drawing into yourself, and doing the best you could so you could get into a decent college.

The relationship between you and Opie practically became nonexistent, which you knew would happen but had hoped it wouldn't, and your mom was the only one who saw how it had hurt you. She tried to cheer you up by telling you that boys would come and go, but you shrugged her off and threw yourself into your studies.

So after applying for many grants and scholarships and using the money you had in a trust fund that your father had started since before you were born, you applied to colleges all over the US in hopes of landing a school with a decent nursing program. After all, the club could use all the help since they were constantly coming back to the clubhouse injured, and sooner or later Chibs' medical expertise would not be enough.

When you had gotten your acceptance letter to NYU, the Teller-Morrow household erupted into complete chaos. For the most part, your mother and Clay kept their cool, and it was Jax who blew up and told you you weren't going anywhere. You and Jax had never devolved into a screaming match, but that night you did. And then Gemma had jumped onto the bandwagon, threatening to disown you if you stepped foot outside of the state, but surprisingly it was Clay who calmed everyone down. He wanted to listen to your plans and after everyone had calmed down, you explained it to them.

Your mother and Jax weren't happy, but when Clay's mind was made up there was no changing it. He tried to figure out if there were other schools closer that could give you the education you needed, but you pleaded with him that you needed out of reach from the club. You had nothing against the Sons of Anarchy, hell you loved them all, but you needed to grow and do your own thing without them interfering. And after many promises to come home for the holidays and to return to Charming after you've earned your degree, Clay gave you his blessing to go.

Your mother and Clay threw you a big going away party that you spent outside on the picnic table once the croweaters started making their rounds. You had been excited to finally be able to get out of town, especially when Opie started seeing someone who wasn't club affiliated. According to Jax it was serious and the last thing you wanted to see was your crush happy with someone else.

Over the next few years, you kept your promise and made it home for the holidays. Each and every time your mother picked you up for the airport, she was always annoyed that you hadn't come back made over and sporting something fashionable. And the times you couldn't make it home, they reluctantly understood.

But now you were coming home for good and the only person who knew was your mother.

Walking out of the airport, wheeling two cases behind you, you find your ma waiting outside, perched on the hood of her black Cadillac. She catches sight of you, moving her sunglasses from her face to the top of her head. "Seriously, baby girl? You could have at least worn a pair of short shorts or something."

You laugh as you near, letting go of your suitcases to hug her. "Missed you too, ma. How's everyone?"

"Stuck in church. Figured we'd surprise them with your glamorous ass perched at the bar, but you seem to be stuck in baggy jeans and shirts."

As you pull away to grab your suitcases and stow them in the trunk of her car, you say, "You're the only one who has a problem with my wardrobe choices."

"Because Clay and Jax will happily go through life letting the club continue thinking that you never grew tits." You laugh and then walk over to the passenger door, opening it and dropping into the seat. "Baby, you're never gonna get yourself a man if you continue dressing like your brother," your mother then says from her seat behind the wheel.

"Ma," you laugh some more, "if a man doesn't want me in all my tomboy-ish glory, then is he really the man for me?"

Gemma hums as she drives, mumbles something beneath her breath, but then smiles when you ask her to repeat herself. Then the entire drive back to Charming, she fills you in about what the club's been up to since you were last in town.

Pulling up into the Teller-Morrow Automotive parking lot makes you giddy, and you readily climb out of your ma's car when she parks. There are a few people manning the garage, but they're members you were never close to. The clubhouse is empty, with the exception of a few croweaters milling about, and you readily head to the bar. You hop up on a stool, awaiting the end of church, and ask the croweater behind the bar for a soda.

A black cap sitting on the bar catches your attention and you grab it up, putting it on backwards so the words Reaper Crew run across your forehead.

Immediately your ma pulls it off and you huff at her. "No. You already look dyke enough. You're not wearing the cap."

"Ma," you whine. "Come on."

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"If I lose the shirt will you let me have the cap?"

Your ma's eyes narrow before she looks you up and down. "You mean the flannel?"

"No, I'll need the flannel to keep Jax and Clay from wrapping me up and marching me out of the clubhouse. I'll lose the shirt, but keep the flannel left open."

"Huh. Let me see what you're working with first."

You roll your eyes as the croweater behind the bar chuckles, but you don't give her shit for laughing at you. You've seen her around before and she was one of the few decent ones. So standing, you strip out of your flannel and then pull your shirt off over your head. When you can see again, you see your mother appraising you. Beneath the shirt you wore a plain white tube top and the waistband of your Calvin Klein underwear are on display thanks to your jeans riding low on your hips.

"Huh." Gemma muses, eyes taking on a sparkling sheen. "So my daughter does have a bod." You shake your head at her as she hands you back the cap and you put it on backwards once again. Then picking up the flannel, you slide your arms through the sleeves and leave it unbuttoned as promised. "I wish you would show it off more."

"Why?" You reclaim your seat on the barstool, sipping your soda.

"Because you need to snag yourself a man and start popping out some grandbabies." You choke on your drink. "Your brother's a slut puppy and won't make me a grandma."

"Jesus Christ." You take the offered napkin from the bartender to wipe up the spewed soda and then start giggling. "Ma, no. Just no. I'm too young to ruin my body right now. You can start bugging me when I'm thirty."

"But-"

"Nope."

The chapel doors open, signaling the end of church, and you turn around in your seat. You plant your feet on the footholds of the stool, spreading your arms on either side of you along the bar top. Gemma turns on her own stool, crossing one knee over the other, ready to see everyone's reactions. A few Sons you're friendly with spot you first, but you're quick to raise a finger to your mouth to signify them to keep silent. They understand and move aside, stopping and waiting for Clay and Jax to take notice.

Opie, however, sees you before your family does and his eyes widen. "YN?"

Jax looks to his best friend who's staring right at you, and then follows his gaze. "Holy shit." Jax's astonished words clue in Clay to look forward as well and both their surprised expressions morph into one of elation. "You're home?"

"I'm home. For good." You smirk as you hop off your stool, accepting your brother's hug as he nears. "Skipped out on the big graduation ceremony since none of you were going to be able to make it, so they'll be mailing me my diploma."

"Why the hell didn't you say anything? We would've escorted you in."

You pull back and punch his shoulder. "Because I didn't want an escort. It's not a big deal."

"I beg to differ," Clay drawls. You face your stepdad, smiling wide at him and move to hug him. "Hey, baby girl. It's good to have you home."

"It's good to be home," you tell him. "I love New York, but there's just something about Charming and the MC. I've missed it so much."

"We've missed you too."

After Clay and Jax get their hugs in, you're fair game. Opie is the first to get his arms around you and you laugh as he practically engulfs you in his arms. Bobby and Chibs shove one another to hug you first, leaving you a giggling mess, and you fist bump Happy when you see him smirking at you. You walk over to Piney, kissing the old man's cheek before hugging him, and then swat at Tig when he wiggles his eyebrows at you as he glances at your chest. Juice is the only idiot to actually say something about the skin you're showing, but Jax swats him upside the back of his head.

You laugh as you hug Juice. "Missed you too, Juan Carlos. Now please stop ogling me before my brother takes you to the ring."

Juice blushes as he nervously chuckles. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right."

When you're back between Opie and your brother, the latter of who keeps trying to close your flannel, Jax finally gives up and says, "So you know what this means, right?"

"What?"

"A welcome home party."

"Oh no, Jax, I don't-"

"Hey everyone!" Jax suddenly shouts and you groan, letting Opie sling an arm around your shoulders so you can lean into him. "Since the princess of SAMCRO is back for good, we're having a party tonight!"

"Jesus Christ, Jackson," you mumble. "Now ma's gonna hound me until I wear something slutty."

Opie laughs as Jax looks back at you, shrugging. "What you're wearing right now is fine. Just lose the flannel," he says and then frowns as if he doesn't really like that idea.

"No thanks. I rather not have pervy hands accidentally brush up against me all night long." You grab both sides of the flannel then and shut it over your chest, crossing your arms over it. "Ma wouldn't let me keep the cap until I made a compromise. I lost my shirt, but I got the cap in return."

Jax reaches for the cap, yanking it off your head and putting it on his own. "There. Now go grab your shirt. The cap looks better on me anyway."

"Bitch." You laugh, but do as he's said.

Your mother grumbles as you pull your shirt back on, but quiets down when you leave your flannel behind the bar. She then grabs the keys to an Escalade and tells you to get your ass in the passenger seat. Though it's your party, you've still got to help do the shopping.

Hours later, you've got both your suitcases stored away in Jax's dorm while you freshen up. You've decided to change out of jeans since it was a little warm and decided a shower sounded pretty good as well. And since your ma clearly approved of a tube top, you decide to surprise her a bit more. So after you're done showering and mostly drying your hair, you pull on your bra and underwear before pulling on a plain white crop top and jean short overalls.

You put on the minimum amount of makeup on, tie a pair of black and white Converse onto your feet, and then grab a black beanie from your suitcase so you don't have to bother with your hair much. Then making sure you have your phone in your pocket, you head out into the front of the clubhouse.

"Oh my." Tig whistles appreciatively. "Who knew the princess had legs for days!"

"Damn! Is that what you've been hiding under all those sweats and baggy jeans?" Juice asks. Promptly it earns him a slap upside the back of his head. Again.

"Yeah, yeah. Get your fill of ogling," you say. "But the second any of you fucks touch, I'm cracking a bottle over someone's head."

Piney chortles from his seat at the bar, but only ends up in a coughing fit. You walk over to him and rub his back before kissing his temple. "Heya, sweetheart. How are you doing?"

"Real good, Piney," you tell him. "I missed home. Feels good to be back."

"It's good to have you back. Family's all complete again."

"Yeah. Now I just need to cross my fingers and hope St. Thomas has a spot for me on their staff so I don't have to find a job elsewhere."

Piney smiles. "You're a smart and beautiful young woman. St. Thomas would be stupid not to take you."

"Smart, yes," Jax says, coming up to your side and slinging an arm around your shoulders. "Beautiful, not so much."

"Fuck off," you laugh, elbowing your brother.

"Come on. Leave Piney alone and come join us. We want to hear all about the fabulous life you led in New York."

You groan and Piney waves you off, and you let Jax lead you to the couches where Opie, Happy and Juice are sitting. Your brother shoves you down onto the couch, right next to Opie, and he takes the spot on your other side.

Crossing one knee over the other, you stare at Happy and Juice opposite you. "Hiya, boys." Both smirk and you laugh, turning your head to look at Jax. "So what do you wanna know?"

"How hot are the girls in New York?"

"Ugh." You groan. "Seriously?" Jax smirks at you and you shake your head. "Nope. No way. It's time for you to settle down."

"What?!" He squawks and his brothers laugh.

"Did you know ma tried pimping out my vagina today?"

"Ugh. Don't say vagina." Jax grimace.

"Tough shit. If you can stick your tongue in it, the word can be said aloud. Vagina, vagina, vagina." From your other side, Opie chokes on his beer, as does Juice. Happy is actually living up to his name tonight, grinning all the while. "Anyway, ma said she wants grandbabies. So while I was behaving up in New York for school, it's time for you to pass the baton. It's my time to be the slut puppy while you knock up some poor unfortunate soul so ma has a baby to spoil."

"Jesus." Jax rubs a hand down his face, laughing. "Not happening."

Juice chortles from the other side. "Slut puppy. Who even came up with that?"

"Ma. She said Jax is a slut puppy and won't give her grandbabies which is why she's now putting everything on my shoulders."

Opie nudges your arm with his elbow until he's got your attention. "You're too young. You need to have some fun first."

"Exactly!"

"Like hell," Jax grumbles. "We need to approve of any fun before the fun begins."

Your eyes roll. "If that were the case, then you'd have me shackled to a Son in a heartbeat."

He freezes and then glances at you, eyes quickly darting to your other side. You tense when you realize who he's looking at. "Would that be a bad thing?"

"Jax, I don't think-"

"Hey, everyone!" Clay suddenly calls out and the clubhouse goes quiet. "As all of you are aware, we here at SAMCRO love a reason to party and what better reason than SAMCRO's very own Princess returning to her rightful home?" Many cheers and whoops of elation ring out, and you sink into your seat. "Our baby girl YN is finally home!" More cheers. "Now let's remind her how we party so she doesn't want to leave us again."

Clay and Gemma walk over to you then, and you stand up so you can hug them both.

"Wow. I got to see your rack and legs in one day," your ma muses. Both you and Jax groan. "I'm loving this new you."

"Sometimes I wish I had a different mother."

"No you don't." Gemma grabs your chin between her forefinger and thumb, and pulls you in to kiss your forehead. You laugh as she turns towards the bar. "Prospect!" The adorable blonde behind the bar looks up, smiling a dimpled smile. "We need a round of beers over here."

Within moments the prospect has a tray of beers for your entire group.

Grabbing yours, you salute the prospect. "Thanks, Half-Sack."

Half-Sack stutters and everyone watches in amazement as he turns redder and redder. Your ma ends up taking pity on him and sends him back to the bar. Then smirking, you turn around and reclaim your seat.

"Hell no," Jax tells you. You glance at him and he shakes his head. "The prospect does not meet the criteria. You're not sleeping with him."

"Agreed." You clink the neck of your bottle to his. "Definitely too scrawny for me. I'd break him before the real fun even began."

Opie chokes on his beer, and both you and Jax laugh at your friend's misfortune.

Your ma reaches down, squeezing your shoulder. "'Atta girl. Keep your standards high."

"And on that note," Clay sighs, "you kids have fun."

Your ma laughs as she follows her husband and you settle in with your brother and friends again.

For the next couple of hours, the boys regale you with tales of the shit they've been up to while you were away. They boo you when you tell them you only attended a handful of parties the entire time you were away, but completely understood when you told them frat boy parties had nothing on the clubhouse parties you were so used to attending. They expected some scandalous stories, but unfortunately the only scandalous story you had was getting into a fight at a club when you caught some douchebag trying to lace another girl's drink.

Eventually, you start to take notice of more than a couple of croweaters glaring at you. Then finishing off your fourth beer, you lean forward and set it on the table.

"Well it's been fun catching up, boys, but I think it's time I go bother someone else so the party favors can have their wicked ways with you."

Opie snorts as you stand, but grabs your wrist and tugs you back. Suddenly unsteady, you fall into his lap. He laughs. "You okay there, princess? I don't remember you being so easy to topple."

You glare at him. "Well that's what happens when you give up alcohol while away. I wasn't about to let my guard down without my boys around."

You move until you're sitting sideways on his lap, one arm going around his shoulders while the other stays in your lap. You cross your ankles, kicking at Jax when he tries to shove your feet off the cushion.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd have thought you and Ope were siblings," Juice says. "You two look related, especially since you're wearing matching beanies."

You and Opie both whip your attention to Juice, scowling. Happy splutters on his beer at your expressions and Jax guffaws. "Jesus. You should see your faces right now." You continue scowling and Jax shakes his head at you.

"Whatever." You pull off your beanie and whip it at Juice who catches it, laughing.

"Well as fun as it is watching you two dance around each other, I got my eye on one of those so-called party favors," Jax muses, standing up.

He ruffles your hair as he passes and you swat at him. "Enjoy your slutty puppy days while they last, Jackson!"

"I will!"

Happy and Juice are left with you and Opie, but after arching a perfectly plucked eyebrow at Happy, the Son in question rolls his eyes before standing up and grabbing Juice by the neck of his shirt to drag him away with him. Juice squawks as he was mid-sip of his beer, and you and Opie laugh at his misfortune.

"And then there were two," you say. Opie smirks at you and you don't bother to attempt to move. After all, you can feel his thumb tucked into the back pocket of your overalls. "So how've you been, Ope?"

"Can't complain." He shrugs. "And you?"

"Better than ever." You lazily smile at nothing in particular as he hums. "Getting out of Charming was the best thing I could have done. No offense," you say when he huffs. "But I'm so glad to be back now. I missed everyone."

"Yeah? Even me?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I miss you?"

"I dunno, princess, maybe because those last two years before you took off you avoided me."

You grimace. "Well you and Jax had girlfriends, and I was pushed to the back burner there for a while. I knew I wanted to leave for college, so I had to start becoming independent."

"You weren't pushed to the backburner." Opie frowns.

"I hate to break it to 'ya, Winston, but I was. I became the annoying little sister and the girlfriends didn't like me much." You shrug. "I didn't want to cause issues so I kept my head down and threw myself into school."

"What are you talking about? Tara adored you."

You scoff. "You're joking, right? Tara hated me! Donna too." Opie looks at you as if you've grown another head. "Both your girls hated the club and the club runs through our veins. They didn't understand how I could be so supportive of it and they didn't like it when I told them to fuck off about speaking with you and Jax about not prospecting."

Opie's hand leaves your back, resting on the skin of your waist. "They really told you to tell us not to prospect?"

"Yeah." You squirm a little as his fingers light ghost your waist up and down. "I hated that Tara broke Jackson's heart, but I was glad to see her leave. That was the best thing to ever happen to my idiot brother."

"Yeah." Opie sighs and takes a sip of beer, staring ahead. "You know Donna and I only lasted a couple of years before we called it quits? I didn't know she hated the club as much as she did. If you had said something, you could have saved me a shit ton of trouble."

You chuckle. "Sorry. Maybe next time I'll vet the girl before you try to slap a crow on her."

"Nah." Opie finishes off his beer, setting the bottle aside. "I'm done with girls who don't understand the MC life. I'm not gonna risk dating another Donna." Your heart thuds in your chest and your stomach churns with butterflies. God, this man hasn't made you nervous since you were just a teen. "So what about you?"

"Huh?"

Opie chuckles, obviously figuring out your mind was elsewhere. "What was the dating life like in New York?"

"Ugh." You groan and suddenly wish you had another beer.

"That bad?"

"It was absolutely pathetic," you admit and he laughs. "Don't get me wrong, I had a little bit of fun, but none of them were interesting enough for a callback."

"Not even a booty call?"

You bark out a laugh, putting a hand on Opie's face and pushing him away. "Please never say booty call ever again." Opie's entire body shakes with muffled laughter. "Now come on," you say while standing up and pulling on his hand, "let's go hustle some idiots at the pool table. It's been a while since I've done so."

Over the next few days, you fall into a routine of helping out your mother down at TM. She loves the help, especially since it's from you, and she also loves that she has a front row seat to whatever's going on between you and Opie. Your friendship had picked right back up from what it was like pre-Donna, though it was a little different now that you both were adults.

When Opie wasn't working in the garage or busy with club business, he was hovering nearby and waiting for you to finish what you were doing so he could have your attention. Jax would have been offended if he weren't so amused by his best friend following his baby sister around like a lost puppy. It was just like old times, instead it was Opie following you instead of you following him.

Then as it turned out, St. Thomas didn't have an opening at the moment, but they did have a nurse retiring in the upcoming months. They asked you to send in your résumé and that they would take a look at it when they needed to fill the position.

Fortunately for you and your bank account, nursing wasn't your only job. But the job in question was something you weren't sure how the men in your life would feel about it. Your mother, on the other hand, would love it. It would be like Christmas come early for her when you told her, and unfortunately you had to tell her. Soon.

There was a photoshoot coming up that you'd been asked to pose for, and you immediately agreed. Especially when you saw the outfits. But you didn't exactly know how to break it to the entire family about what you did, so you asked your mother if she wanted to head down to Los Angeles with you. When asked what business you had down there, you told her you just wanted a mother/daughter day with her. She seemed skeptical, but ended up agreeing when you mentioned it was your treat. Clay, however, wanted to send a protection detail with the two of you.

The night before, you and Clay were still debating who the protection detail would consist of. You caved and told him you didn't care, so long as it wasn't Jax, Tig or Juice. Your stepdad had seemed like he wanted to question why you didn't want those three, but shrugged it off and told you you'd just have to deal with Opie and Happy watching your backs then.

The following morning, dressed in a crop top that displayed Sons across your chest and black leggings with your hair tied up in a loose and messy bun, Gemma wondered what kind of day she was in for with you dressed like you had just rolled out of bed. She wanted you to doll yourself up a bit more, but after promising her that she'd understand your lack of an appropriate outfit soon enough, she climbed into her Cadillac and waited until your escorts were ready to roll.

Gemma drove while you answered emails in the passenger seat, and Opie and Happy followed behind on their motorcycles. It was a five hour drive and the boys had been a bit disgruntled to learn they were just watching over you doing some girly shit for hours on end.

"So what's all the way in Los Angeles that you're so excited to drag me to? Is it a spa or some shit? We could have done that in Lodi or someplace closer."

You chuckle nervously. "It's not that kind of mother/daughter day."

"No? Then what are we doing?"

"I am working," you say. "You are watching."

Your mother scoffs before she glances at you. "Are you shittin' me? You pulled me out of Charming just so I could watch you play nurse? YN!"

"No." You laugh. You shake your head, giggling, and then face your mother. "Ma, you've seen my bank account. Did you really think I made all that money just by being a nurse?"

Her attention is torn between you and the road. She takes a moment to think about it. "You in the sex industry? That why you refused your brother tagging along?"

"No. We're actually headed to a photoshoot."

Her eyebrows raise in surprise. "You're a photographer or something?"

"Or something," you muse. Your phone beeps in your hand and you smile at your mother. "No more questions. It's a surprise, but I promise it's a surprise you'll love. I wanted you here because I felt you'd be most excited for this. Now if you'll excuse me, I got more work shit to answer."

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Hours later, Gemma's parked outside a nondescript brick warehouse. Happy and Opie park on your side, and you and your ma get out. As she walks around to join the three of you, the boys glance up at the building.

"Looks sketchy," Happy says.

"What exactly are you ladies doing today?" Opie wonders.

"That's what I'd like to know." Gemma crosses her arms over her chest, arching an eyebrow at you.

You sigh. "Fine. We're not doing that whole mani/pedi thing like you boys were scared of. I'm actually here for a photoshoot."

Opie and Happy turn to face you, and you squirm under their stares. Your ma smiles. "What kind of photoshoot?"

"The kind that would have Jax going into overprotective brother mode, and Tig and Juice perving on the others."

Opie and Happy frown, and Gemma's smile widens. "Baby, what aren't you saying?"

You groan. "I'm one of the models. I'm not the photographer."

"And? That doesn't explain why Jax would go into overprotective brother mode."

You wrinkle your nose and sigh. "It's for Victoria's Secret."

Your ma's eyes widen, but the smile stays in place. "You model lingerie? My sweet, little tomboy models lingerie?"

"Yes." Glancing at Opie and Happy, you see Opie torn between being annoyed and ecstatic, and Happy's just full blown smiling. "I don't know why you're happy," you tell him, "you're on the clock. No perving on my coworkers." He shrugs, his smile falling some, and you chuckle. "Inside there's gonna be a lot of women walking around in their underwear and possibly nude. No one cares if you look, but don't be caught staring. This isn't Cara Cara."

"This is a classy establishment. We got it," Gemma says. "Can we go in now? I need to see what they're putting you in."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go."

Gemma links arms with you, letting the boys follow at your back.

Inside the warehouse, it's cooler than it is outside and you exhale with relief. The two-story warehouse has been gutted, as have a majority of the second floor since you can see the obvious glaring hole in the middle of what would have been the ceiling. Some tented rooms have been erected for some privacy, but everyone in the business is comfortable no matter what.

As flashes go off and the photographers call out different poses and what not for the models, you can hear Opie swear softly under his breath. You grin and look over your shoulder, and though Happy's expression is neutral enough, you can detect a hint of a sparkle in his eye as he looks around.

"Where we going, baby?" Gemma asks, looking more ecstatic than you've ever seen her.

"My dressing room is gonna be this way."

You lead the small group towards the right of the warehouse, finding a tented room with your name taped to the outside. When you step inside, you're not surprised to find your usual make-up and hair stylists in there already.

"YN!"

Both females- one with purple hair and piercings (Niylah) and the other brunette with a bit of a shy aura about her (Odette) greet you with smiles. You kiss their cheeks in greeting, then introduce them to your family. "Girls, I'd like you both to meet my ma Gemma. And the two looming bikers behind us are Opie and Happy."

Niylah smiles and winks, and Odette tries her best to not appear uncomfortable.

"Don't worry about them," Gemma says, catching on to Odette's unease. "They're just our protection detail. Totally harmless unless someone tries to mess with us."

Niylah arches an eyebrow at you. "Protection detail? What the hell have you been up to since we last saw you?"

"Nothing." You laugh. You hand your phone off to your ma, grab a silk robe from a chair, and then walk behind a privacy curtain to undress and then redress in your chosen outfit. "I told you guys I grew up in an MC. I just left out the tiny detail that I was- am, sort of- the club's princess."

"Baby girl doesn't go anywhere without at least one Son watching her back."

You roll your eyes as you step out from behind the curtain, securing the belt around your waist to keep your robe closed until it is time to show your outfit. "And since the queen and princess are out and about, we get two Sons following us."

"Girl, you are living the dream," Niylah muses. "Now take a seat. I need to get started on your makeup while Odie does your hair."

"Yes, ma'am."

Opie and Happy each find chairs to occupy while Gemma perches on the vanity desk to watch Niylah work her magic. The two hit it off as if they were long lost friends, and you roll your eyes when you catch Odette's gaze in the mirror. She giggles and then gets back to work.

"So have you showed your ma what you'll be wearing?" Niylah asks.

"Nope."

Gemma sits a little straighter. "You knew this entire time and you didn't tell me?!"

"I wanted it to be a surprise." You chuckle. "It's not lace or risqué," you tell her, "but it is something I think even the boys will appreciate."

"Well come on. Let me see."

You smirk as you slowly untie your belt, fighting off a blush when you see Opie squirm in his seat. Letting your robe fall open then, you practically preen under your ma's approving stare. Your red and black plaid underwear have silver studs sewn all around the waistline and leg holes, and show off some generous cheek in the back once you let the robe completely fall. The red and black plaid bralette has silver studs sewn in around the band under your bust, and several black straps cupping your cleavage before clasping behind your neck.

"Holy shit," Gemma muses as she looks you up and down. "How the hell do you look like this and dress like one of the boys back home?"

"I'm not gonna parade around the clubhouse in my underwear and be mistaken for a croweater," you say. "And besides, I like to be comfortable. None of the guys care about what I wear."

"You know this isn't going to stay a secret for long, right?"

"Yeah. I mean I can trust Happy to keep his mouth shut, but I'm not sure about Opie." You glance over your shoulder and arch an eyebrow at him when you catch his stare a little lower than you had anticipated. You roll your eyes and Happy snorts at his brother being caught staring at your ass. You turn back around to face your mother. "Besides, you'll tell Luanne and she'll slip up. I'll let Clay and Jax know soon."

"Hey YN, we need to get you into your shoes now," Odette says.

"Okay."

Niylah brings your shoes out and Gemma's eyes light up. They're black and plaid as well, but with six inch heels and they lace up all the way to mid-thigh.

"Oh honey, we are definitely going shopping one of these days and you're getting an entirely new wardrobe."

"If you say so, ma."

You sit in your chair and let your stylists put your shoes on you, each of them tightening the laces as they work their way up towards your thighs. Then when they're done, you stand up to make sure nothing pinches.

"Alright," you say, addressing your family. "So you guys can come watch, but I don't wanna hear a peep out of any of you. The photographer knows what he's doing. Don't say shit to piss him off or get kicked out."

"Deal. Let's go." Apparently your ma is more than ready to see you work.

Niylah and Odette wish you luck, and your family follows after you.

Opie and Happy follow behind Gemma, glancing here and there while being careful to step over the many wires taped to the ground.

"And here we thought this job was going to be fuckin' dull," Happy mutters.

Opie huffs a laugh. "This is a trip, man. I didn't know- I didn't think YN would be into shit like this."

"People change, brother. Just be glad your girl chose to model underwear rather than ask aunt Luanne for a job."

Opie snorts and shoves his friend lightly. It was no secret among the Sons that Opie realized his feelings for SAMCRO's princess too little too late, and now that she was home everyone was waiting to see what would happen between the two. So far, everyone was greatly amused by the way the two of them danced around each other while trying to remain unaffected by the other.

Opie snaps back to attention when YN greets her photographer with kisses to the cheek. There are three other females, dressed similarly to YN in underwear that was edgier than the normal lingerie. The photographer looks at Gemma, then at Opie and Happy a little warily, but after reassurance from YN he relaxes.

The photoshoot is apparently a group session and they watch from the sidelines as YN and the other girls line up against a wall that holds artsy graffiti. The photographer tells them to just have fun with it, so there's a hip cocking this way and then cocking the other way as the man behind the camera snaps away.

YN places a hand in hair, briefly ruffling it while looking to the side, and the girl next to YN laughs. Soon all the girls are caught laughing on camera, and then the photographer has them take pictures one by one.

There are a pair of wings spray painted on the wall and each girl stands in front of it, taking a few pictures each. Then there are a few other pictures taken of the girls leaning on brick pillars, and by the time the photographer is calling it a wrap, an hour has passed.

Each girl is handed a robe and thanked for their time, and then YN is being tucked under Gemma's arm before she leads the way back to her dressing room.

"Baby, that was so good!" Gemma gushes. "Where are these pictures being published? I'm gonna need to buy whatever magazine they end up in."

"Some of these pictures will end up in the lingerie catalog while others are shipped off to every Victoria's Secret store to be hung up as artwork."

Niylah and Odette are waiting for you in your dressing room, but before they can start removing anything, Gemma stops them. "Hold on. Do either of you girls have a camera? Like one of those professional ones."

Odette shyly raises her hand. "I have one in my backpack. I take pictures when I'm out and about."

"Good. Do you mind taking a picture of me and my gorgeous daughter before she strips out of this cute little outfit she's got on? I need proof of this day."

"S-Sure."

"Ma," you groan, embarrassed. Opie and Happy chuckle.

Odette quickly grabs her camera while Niylah touches up your makeup, and then you're standing side by side with your mother- her arm around your shoulders while yours is around her waist. Then Gemma calls for Happy and Opie to get in, and Opie stands on your other side while Happy stands with your mother. You can't help but laugh, staring up at Opie and shaking your head in amusement when you hear Odette snapping away.

Sorry, you mouth at him.

Opie grins down at you. "S'alright."

"Hold on!" Niylah perks up, eyes gleaming. Everyone looks at her, but she only has eyes for you and Ope. "I don't know how a motorcycle club works, but is it a no-no for someone else to wear your.. vest?"

"It's called a kutte, Niy," you muse. "And it is a no-no unless the owner of the kutte approves of it. I think."

"I think at least one of my boys wouldn't mind offering up their kutte for a personal picture," Gemma says. "What'd you have in mind?"

Niylah smirks as her gaze bounces between you and Opie, and you mentally groan. She's definitely picked up on something between you and your favorite Son. "I'm picturing YN with the kutte on, sitting backwards on a chair with her back to the camera and-"

"Done. Opie, give YN your kutte."

"Ma!" Opie laughs as you admonish your mother, but shrugs out of his kutte anyway. You look at him, shaking your head. "Ope, you don't have to do that."

"Nah. I wanna," he says and you hesitantly take his kutte in hand. "I'm curious as to what this pic is gonna look like."

You narrow your eyes at him, grumbling, and he smiles even wider. Shrugging into the kutte, Niylah quickly grabs you a chair and sets it down. "Alright, sweetheart, now you're gonna straddle this chair backwards." You do as you're told. "Good. Now spread your legs a little wider, but keep your heels planted."

"What about having her run her hand through her hair, partially holding it up while looking to the side so we can capture the back of the kutte on camera?" Odette suggests.

"Yes!" Niylah cheers. "Odette, you're a genius."

You follow your friends' direction and let Odette snap a few more pictures. But the moment Gemma suggests Opie strip off his shirt and get in there, you're up out of your seat in a heartbeat. "And that's enough. I'm not getting paid for these and we're not having Opie strip." You nervously laugh and then rush behind the privacy curtain to change back into your regular clothes.

From the other side of the curtain, you hear Gemma giving her email to Odette so she can email her the pictures as soon as possible while Niylah attempts to chat up the boys.

Then walking out from behind the curtain back in your own crop top, leggings, and sneakers, you thank your girls for everything. You leave the makeup and hair as it was, figuring it'd lead the boys into thinking you caved and let Gemma convince you to get a makeover.

You lead the way outside afterwards, calling out your goodbyes along the way. Then once you're standing by your mom's vehicle, you turn and face the crowd of three.

"Not a word. To anyone!"

Opie and Happy crack grins, nodding in agreement easily. Your ma, however, smirks. "Baby, they're gonna find out."

"I know, but I wanna be the one to tell them."

"When?"

"I don't know."

Gemma chuckles. "You better do it fast because Odette's editing those pictures of you in Opie's kutte for me as we speak. I'm having one of them blown up to hang on the wall at home."

"Jesus Christ," you grumble. "Why do you have to be so embarrassing?"

"You should be proud," Opie says, stepping up to your side and tucking you under one of his arms. "Those pictures came out good."

"So good." Gemma agrees. "I might even have some made to hang around the clubhouse."

"No!" You and Opie simultaneously say.

Happy snorts as he walks to get on his bike and your ma looks incredibly proud. You roll your eyes and then swat at Opie. "Get on your damn bike. I want food and then the comfort of my bed before I have to break it to Clay and Jax gently about what I do on the side for cash."

"Don't even sweat it, baby," Gemma says. "Clay's going to be incredibly proud and your brother will get over it. He might want to be on protection detail from now on if you have more of these photoshoots, but that's it."

"Yeah right." You scoff. "The last thing I need is Jax flashing those pretty blues of his and fucking all my friends." You shake your head. "Not happening. That was the exact reason why I didn't want Tig or Juice coming."

"Good luck with that," Gemma muses. "Now seriously, let's get going. I'm starving too."

It's been a couple of days since you let your mother in on your secret side job. Opie and Happy had kept their word, not mentioning anything about the modeling gig, but Gemma was in too good of a mood around you that it made Clay and Jax suspicious. You were going to have to tell them sooner rather than later.

But as of right now, you were more interested in grabbing a shower. It was Friday, which meant there was a party later that night at the clubhouse, and you had promised Gemma to dress up a little. Not much, but enough to convince the visiting members of the Tacoma charter that you were indeed a girl.

Towel wrapped around your body, you walk out of the bathroom and head for your bedroom. Only the second the door is opened, you nearly yelp in surprise when you spot Opie sitting on the corner of your bed.

"Jesus fuck, Ope," you mumble, stepping in and shutting the door behind you. "Warn a girl next time."

Opie sits there in a plain black shirt and his jeans, hair loose from its usual confines of a beanie. It looks like he too had a shower not too long ago. "You coming tonight?" He asks, voice all rumbly and sending a shiver down your spine.

"Mhm." You gulp and head for your dresser, grabbing a bottle of lotion to use on your hands and arms. "Why? What's up?"

Opie's quiet as you work lotion into your skin. "Go with me."

"Hmm?" You'd heard him loud and clear, but the words had surprised you.

"Go with me. And not just as Jax's little sister or SAMCRO's princess. Go as mine."

Your gaze snaps to Opie, mouth slightly parted in surprise. He slightly smiles at you and then once your brain has rebooted, you huff a laugh. "So all it took was you seeing me in bra and panties, huh?"

"No. I've known I had feelings for you right after you left for college, but you were gone and I was still with Donna. That's another part of the reason why things didn't work out with her. She wasn't you."

You stare at Opie, brain needing yet another reboot before your feet carry you over to him. He sits a little straighter, spreading his knees a little more as you stand between them. Your lips twitch as you stare down at him and you place your hands on his shoulders. "Do you think Jax will be an issue? I know he teases us all the time, but-"

"He already gave his blessing," Opie muses. "Actually, he's the one who reminded me Kozik was coming down and that I needed to do something less that asshole hit on you all night."

"So you're staking your claim now, huh?"

"Might as well. Everyone's gonna know either way once your ma hangs up that photo of you in my kutte."

Your nose wrinkles at the thought of your mom showcasing the photo and Opie chuckles. To shut him up, you lean down and snap your teeth near his mouth. His eyes widen and he seems to hold his breath. Smiling, you lean back in and brush your nose against his before pressing your lips to his briefly. Opie gulps and it's your turn to chuckle. "We're only doing this on one condition, Winston."

"Name it."

"No more croweaters. Here or on the road," you tell him. "I can deal with you handling club business at odd hours, but I can't deal with being with someone who can't keep it in his pants."

"S'fine. I only want one pussy anyway." You grin wickedly at him then, pressing your lips harder against his. Opie lets you lead the kiss, his hands going to your waist as you push him back and then climb onto his lap, one knee on either side of his hips. He groans and you take his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging on it as you lean back. "What are you doing?"

"Don't worry, babe. We're not fucking. Not yet at least," you tell him and then quickly peck his lips once more.

"Then what are you doing?"

Your right hand, which had slid up to rest against the side of Opie's neck, slides a little towards the front of his neck. You use your thumb to press up against the underside of his jaw and make him tilt his head back. "Marking my territory. Riding bitch with you to the clubhouse won't keep the party favors at bay, but hopefully a necklace of hickies will."

Opie's laugh turns into a groan the second your teeth sink into the flesh of his neck and his hands tighten on your waist. "Fuck. I can't mark you back, can I?"

"Not this time," you tell him, panting against his neck as you find a new spot to lick and suck. "I got booked for a runway show back in LA since a few of the models had to drop out."

"Fuck. I've never loved and hated a job at the same time."

"You and me both."

No one was surprised when you showed up on the back of Opie's bike, but they were a little surprised by your show of possessiveness. Opie, however, loved every second of it.

The runway show was just a couple days away and you had been given five tickets for your family. Gemma had claimed two for herself and Clay, Opie claimed another because there was no way he was missing his girl strutting her shit, which left you with two extra tickets. You had a terrible feeling Jax was going to want to go, but you had no idea who would duke it out for the last one.

Oh well, they could take it to the ring if they wanted to go that bad. Winner takes the ticket.

You still hadn't told everyone that you modeled part time and were struggling with a way to do so when your mom suggested a family dinner. Let everyone you considered family know at once instead of doing it little by little. And though you wanted to let your stepdad and brother know before anyone else, you were tired of working up the nerve, only to chicken out at the last second. So you agreed to the family dinner.

But after dinner was served and everyone was sprawled in a chair out in the backyard, you still hadn't found the nerve. At least, not until you saw your ma walking out of the back door with two large squares wrapped up in brown paper. Portraits, your mind supplied. Your ma has portraits.

"Whatcha got there, Gem?" Tig asks when he sees her.

Your ma's sparkling eyes dart to you and you quickly jump up from your seat next to Opie. "I, uh, I have something to tell you guys!"

"You're pregnant!" Juice exclaims and you shoot him the dirtiest look you can muster.

"Fuck off. Don't jinx me with that bullshit right now." Everyone laughs and then you take a moment to gather your thoughts. "It's nothing bad, so please stop looking so worried, Chibs."

"Can't help it, lass. I worry about 'ya sometimes."

"Thanks. But, uh, I actually need to tell you about my side job."

"Why?" Jax frowns. "Are you a porn star?" He then winces. "Please don't tell me you're a porn star."

"Ew. No. Why would I wanna risk Tig finding that shit?" Everyone laughs again, especially when Tig shrugs. It was no secret the man loved porn. "I just want to warn you about what I do before ma shows you because I have a feeling I know what those portraits in her hands are."

"You can bet your sweet ass they are," Gemma says. "Your friend Odette came through for me. I owe her."

You sigh and suddenly everyone is looking curiously at you. Everyone except Opie and Happy who don't bother hiding their amused expressions.

"You boys know?" Clay asks.

Opie nods. "Gemma's new artwork is from that day you put us on their protection detail. It was no spa day like everyone assumed it was."

"Then what was it?"

"I model!" You blurt and then your eyes widen. The backyard goes quiet. You exhale, shoulders sagging. "A modeling agency took interest in me while I was in New York. Victoria's Secret picked me up and I model. For them."

Juice splutters on his beer. "Seriously?"

"Seriously." Gemma's like a kid on Christmas as she rips open one of the portraits, a smirk sliding into place. As she turns it around, she says, "My baby girl is fucking hot and I've never been more proud of her."

You groan when the picture in question is of you in plaid underwear, standing against the brick wall with wings painted on behind you.

"Holy shit!" Juice exclaims and you walk around to stand behind Opie. He chuckles at your discomfort.

"How did you even get that picture?" You ask your ma.

"The photographer liked one of the pictures from our private photo session in your dressing room, so he asked if he could keep one for a future spread. I agreed and in return he gave me this one."

"Which one?"

"This one." She lets the first portrait lean against Clay's chair and opens up the second one. It's the one of you straddling the chair, knees spread and wearing Opie's kutte, hand in your hair and the side of your face visible. "I told him he had to edit out anything related to our MC, for obvious reasons, and he agreed."

All is quiet until Jax opens his mouth and says, "I hate that this is my baby sister, but I gotta admit that picture with Opie's kutte is fuckin' amazing."

There are several mumbles of agreement.

"How'd you know it was Opie's?" You ask.

"Please." Your brother scoffs. "First of all, I don't see Happy volunteering his." The man in question shrugs. "And secondly, this is visual proof of Opie staking his claim. I bet he readily agreed for you to wear it."

"He did." Gemma laughs.

You rest your hands on Opie's shoulders, but he grabs you by one wrist and drags you until you're standing in front of him. He quickly pulls you down into his lap, letting you curl up there. "Whatever. I have a fashion show coming up, but I only have five tickets. Ma already claimed two, Opie another-"

"As your brother, I get one."

"Fine. Jax gets the fourth which leaves only one extra." Immediately Juice and Tig glare at one another, and you shake your head at them. "I'm not choosing so all you idiots get to take it to the ring. Winner takes the last ticket to a Victoria's Secret runway show."

Bobby grumbles about not being young enough to enter the ring anymore, leaving Juice and Tig and Chibs looking quite smug about their chances. At least they're smug up until Happy voices he'll be stepping into the ring.

Jax laughs as Juice pales. "Good luck there, brother. I don't think Happy's gonna take it easy on any of you."

You chuckle as you lay your head on Opie's shoulder. "Fuck. He's gonna kill them all, isn't he?"

"Probably. He seemed to have his eye on that purple-haired stylist of yours."

"Of course he does," you mumble.

You glance around at your gathered family, the weight that had been pressing down on your shoulders now gone. Your family took your modeling career fairly well and you couldn't have asked for a better reaction.