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indifferent-depravity · 9 months

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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.

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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.

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“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.

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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?”

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marvelous-slut · 5 months

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Call Back - Chibs Telford x Reader

YALL!! I can’t lie, I am a hoe for this troupe if you can’t tell from my other works. Like the close friends daughter? Idk it makes me feral. I swear to god I don’t have daddy issues, like I have the best dad ever so idk why I’m like this but here’s this work that has been stuck in my drafts for weeks.

MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY! Age gaps & smut.

You watched the club members make their way into the club house as you puffed on the joint that rested between your fingers. Chucky had kept you company while you waited for them to come back from a run. As much as you wanted to slap the shit out of Chibs when he come through the door, you held back. Knowing you couldn’t risk Clay finding out that one of his most trusted members had been with his daughter right under his nose. Even if through all the rage you felt right now toward him, you’d never want him to get hurt.

While the MC was on a run, you’d realized you’d forgot many of your things at Chibs house the night before they left. He told you were the extra key was through text for you to get them back, a part of you wished you’d never went in. You found your things and as you did, the phone rung. Before you shut the door to leave, you heard a voice mail being recorded and decided to stay and listen. Sure, maybe it was a little bit of an invasion of privacy but you wanted to know who else needed to talk to him besides the club and you.

“It’s Fi. Fillip, I want our family back. Jimmy is gone, hasn’t been here for months. Haven’t heard from him either. There’s no sense in us stayin’ apart now. Let me know when you get this, please.” Family? What family? The only family you’d known Chibs to have was the MC. You cursed yourself for not listening to Clay and Gemma more when they’d talk about the members and their lives. You’d think the feelings you’d had for Chibs through the years of being around the club would have made your ears perk up when they’d chat about him. Maybe it was a detail you’d heard and didn’t care about, as you’d never met or seen him with a woman, thinking it was an old fling. Chucky filled you in once you brought it up, telling you how Chibs had been married before with a daughter. He didn’t know much more besides that.

“You gotta go home, no need for you to be here.” Clay says, throwing his bag on the pool table. “And put that shit out, this place reeks of pot cause of you.” He walks past you, just like you were a stranger in the house. You didn’t know what happened on the run, but it had to be something tough. Clay typically treated you and Gemma both like dirt on his shoes when a run went bad or an issue come up with the club. It didn’t make the coldness he came off with sting any less. The hurt was plastered on your face, you put your joint out in the ash tray and ran out of the club house in tears. Pushing past Chibs as you did. Jax looks at him, confused as to what happened.

“Think it’s somethin’ with Clay. I’ll go make sure she’s okay.” He says, Jax nods his head and follows the rest into the house. Jax cared about you, sometimes both of you thought he cared more about you than Clay but right now he had to fill his role as VP.

“Love,” He begins to say. You turn around, laughing as you did. Between the new found information of him being married and your fathers cold demeanor toward you, something snapped inside of you.

“Shut up!” You yell at him, he’s confused and shocked as you’d never talked to anyone this way before in your whole life. Even if you had Gemma for a step mom you weren’t quick to yell out in anger or use your fists to resolve issues like her, even sometimes being like a dog that keeps getting beat down makes anyone eventually explode. “Don’t you have a fucking wife to get back to?” You ask, Chibs eyes widen. He’s speechless and you take the opportunity to get in your car and drive off from the club. Wanting to be anywhere but here.

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You laid on your bed looking up at the ceiling, unable to think of anything other than Chibs. Even your father snapping at you today didn’t hurt like this did. That you were used to, being lied to by someone you trusted deeply wasn’t. It was 12:42AM, not a word from Chibs or Clay. You were shocked that Gemma hadn’t been crawling up your ass to find out where you were. Typically you’d go over to visit before heading to your house but today you just wanted to be alone. Trying to sleep hadn’t worked out in your favor and you’re forced to lay in bed with only your many racing thoughts. Before anything else can cross your mind, you hear a knock at the door. You grab your pistol, not knowing who would be here at this time of night. When you look through the peep hole, you’re somewhat shocked at who you see.

“What do you want?” You ask, opening the door. A part of you was excited that he was here so the two of you could talk, but the anger in you didn’t want to see him at all.

“I want to talk.” He says, pushing past you into the house. You couldn’t lie, it was kind of hot that he asserted himself like this. It was always sexy when he did it, one of the many reasons you liked him. He sits down on the couch and you sit on the other end, looking at him. He was looking at you, almost like he was waiting on an explanation. You chuckled, slapping your hands on your thighs as you did.

“What?” You ask sharply, he leans back into the cushions, placing his hands on the top of his head.

“I listened to the voicemail that you heard, and deleted it as soon as it was done playin’. I married Fi when I was in Ireland and younger, a man named Jimmy O got me kicked out of the IRA and married Fi. Raised my daughter, Kerrianne.” This was a lot to process right now, your head still swimmy from the tears youd shed through the day. “Also, did this to ma face.” He says, pointing at the scars that ran over his cheeks. You sit, listening to everything he’s saying. It sounds like some kind of TV show, how the hell do you get kicked out of a country unless you’re a terrorist?

“Listen lass, I should have told you about Fi and my Kerrianne, but it just wasn’t something I thought about bringin’ up to ya. You make me forget all the bad shit in my life, when I’m with ya I don’t have to think about any of it.” He moves over to sit beside you, brushing a piece of hair out of your face. “Fi hasn’t had a hold on me since the day you decided to spill ya drink on me.” You smiled at him and laughed. It was your first night back in Charming after moving away for college, Chibs only faintly remembered you when you were younger but you’d made an impression on him your first night back. Being drunk out of your mind, staggering everywhere and eventually bumping into him and your drink flying all over him. You sigh deeply, looking away from him as you attempt to hold anymore tears from coming out. He turns your head back to him, resting his forehead onto yours.

“I know it’s wrong and I know Clay would put a bullet in ma head if he knew about this, but I love you lass. I can’t help it.” He says, at this moment you don’t need to hear anything else he has to say. You lay your lips onto his and he returns the favor. You feel his rough and calloused hands run up your leg, shivering as the coldness from his rings hits your skin. You let out a soft whimper as you’d missed this familiar feeling of his hands on your body.

“How I’ve missed that noise.” He breathes out, breaking the kiss. You stand up, adjusting your clothes. You don’t know why you did, sooner rather than later they’d be scattered across the floor anyways. You reach a hand out and he accepts, following you to your bedroom. Once the two of you are in, he sheds his kutte and lays it on the desk that sits in your corner. The familiar scent of whiskey and cigarette smoke takes over your senses as he places his lips to your neck, kissing gently and carefully not to leave a mark on your precious skin. Before you knew it, your shorts and underwear were scattered on the ground along with his clothes. You lay down on the bed as he hovers over you, typically you got things rolling by landing on your knees for him but he felt like he needed to make this about you. The beads that hang from his neck are hanging in-front of your face, a sight you’ll never get tired of seeing. You feel his hand sliding to your dripping cunt, he slides in two fingers and you arch your back in pleasure. He would have started off with one, but he knew you’d immediately tell him to add another just like you always did.

“So beautiful.” He says as he’s kissing the inside of your thighs. “So wet.” The kisses, how his fingers curl inside of you, hitting your spot just right it was all enough to send your head spinning. His fingers are buried deep in you, but he’s moving them at such an agonizing pace. Knowing you were going insane and silently begging him to spend up his movements. He leans down to you, placing his lips onto yours. This time it’s messy, almost sloppy but you don’t mind.

“Always takin’ my fingers so well, can you still take this cock just as good love?” It had been a few weeks since the two of you had sex due to him being on the run and you’d longed for this moment since the day he left with the MC for Tacoma. You nodded your head yes, knowing if you tried to speak you’d just embarrass yourself by stammering around. He slides himself into you, your hands tighten around his arms as you feel yourself stretch around him. Once he’s buried himself into you and sees the pleasure across your face, he starts to thrust into you slowly trying to set his pace.

“Fuck.” You manage to moan out, he moves the hair from your face so he can take in your beauty. To the both of you, the sex you had was like a drug. Once never being enough. The first time it happened, he insisted it would be the last as well. The minute he slid himself inside of you, seeing your face and feeling you clench around him he knew he’d made himself a liar. Every-time was sensual, even when it was a quick fuck it was always meaningful.

“You always take me so well, love. Almost like this pussy was made just for me.” He lets out as the grip on your hips tightens. You feel your stomach begin to tighten, your face burning and you know you’re there. He knows it too, pumping into you steadily but harsher. “Be a good girl and let go all over me aye?” The words sent you over the edge, bucking your hips against him to intensify the experience. It sends him over the edge, watching you like you can’t get enough of him and he releases into you. Not worrying wether there was a condom on or not. He pulls himself out, grabbing a towel to help you clean up and get himself situated. You wrap yourself up in a silk robe as you watch him dress, knowing the worst moment of him leaving was coming.

“You know you can stay right? Dad shouldn’t be down this way anytime soon.” You tried your best, hoping he’d give in. He sighs, tightening his belt. He walks over to you, kissing your forehead.

“I’ll see you tomorrow love. I have some things to take care of tonight.”

Chibs rides home, it’s almost 3AM and he’s feeling it as his eye lids become heavier and heavier. He silently thanks God when he makes it inside that he didn’t crash his bike into a semi on his way here from the fatigue. He sits on the couch, staring at the phone. He listens to the voicemail from Fiona once more, thinking of her and the life they had. How they had a shot of getting that back. His mind then went to you, he loved you and he couldn’t shake the feeling. He hated to lie to you, but at this moment he didn’t know which path to go down. Telling you the voicemail and feelings for his wife were gone was better than saying “I don’t really know what to do”. He couldn’t bare the thought of hurting you as he’d already seen how that went earlier in the day at the club house.

He didn’t fear anyone, but he knew it would be tricky with you due to Clay. He knew he’d never be able to boast or call you his old lady. Things would be a secret till the day Clay died, and Chibs didn’t like keeping those. He picked up the phone and dialed the familiar number, praying he’d get the mailbox before he had anymore time to think.

“Hey Fi. It’s Fillip. Just wanted to see if you still wanted to talk.”

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kdogreads · 8 months

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The Last to Know

Chibs Telford x f!reader

Part 2 of Very Soon, a continuation of the Chibs x reader origin story💕

Warnings: S M U T minors buzz off, marijuana use, mentions of alcohol, choking, slight dom/sub (but only a little), size kink, praise kink

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It had been a few months since you first kissed Filip Telford and your life had flipped itself upside down in that time. Not in a bad way, necessarily, but in a way that changed the way you spent every moment of your time.

Your life started dividing itself as before Chibs and after Chibs, like the damn second coming of Christ. After a 12-hour shift on your feet at St. Thomas, before Chibs, you’d go home and crash, sometimes not even making it your bed and sleeping on the couch for the night. After Chibs, though, you’d head straight over to the clubhouse, a change of clothes already there waiting for you, and a wave of energy somehow surging through your veins at the anticipation of seeing your man.

Tonight was one of those nights, fresh off an 11a to 11p shift and straight to the clubhouse. As you pulled into TM the sounds of a raging party filled your ears and you could see groups people standing around smoking, drinking, and dancing.

You made your way into the sea of leather, smiling and nodding at those who recognized you. It was Tig who greeted you first.

“Hey, sweetheart. How you doin’?” He gave you a warm embrace and a kiss on the cheek, his breath smelled of cheap whiskey and weed, but it brought a smile to your face.

“Ready to party, Tiggy,” You wiggled your eyebrows at him, and he laughed his signature goofy laugh before pointing back towards the dorms where Chibs must have been waiting for you. You leaned in to peck him back on the cheek before heading that way.

Making your way to the dorm you’d spent many nights in, you passed Clay, Piney, Bobby, Gemma and several of the other guys who gave you smiles and wolf whistles. You did a silly little spin for them and were met with cheers and encouragements to “Give it to him!” Laughs echoed through the room as you rounded the corner to find your man.

Turning the knob and entering the dimly lit room, your eyes stumbled onto Filip seated at the small desk inside rolling a joint.

“Party’s out there, handsome,” You walked over and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“Aye, but I’ve been waitin’ for my date ‘fore I make an appearance,” He joked and kissed your hands.

“I’m sorry, baby, last minute code kept me over,” You plead with a fake pout on your face.

“Ah, lass, I couldna be mad at you if I tried,” He turned in your arms to give you a long, sweet kiss.

You hummed in response, your lips melting happily into his for a long moment before pulling away to change out of your work clothes. Filip turned back to continue rolling a second joint, lighting one up after admiring his work.

It was only once you’d stripped down to just your bra and panties that Filip stood up and stepped towards you, bringing the burning joint to your lips. You took a long drag and felt only a slight sting. Filip always brought the good stuff out for you.

He took one step further into your space, reaching over your shoulder to stub the joint out on the dresser behind you and letting his rough hands glide down your bare skin. You shivered as he gripped one of your hips tightly and drew absent-minded circles on your lower back with the other. His lips danced from a sweet kiss on your forehead, your nose, your cheek before landing on your neck. God, the things he could do to you with such little effort.

“Baby,” You whine as best as you can, trying not to get lost in his kisses, “I’m sweaty and gross. Let me shower.”

Your words did little to slow him down as his free hand worked it’s way over the curve of your ass and squeezed hard. His thick fingers close enough to your aching heat to make a gasp escape your lips.

You tried whining his name this time, still feeling self-conscious about your post-work condition.

“I,” kiss, “dinna,” kiss, “care,” kiss, “lass,” kiss.

The way he punctuated each word with a wet, sloppy kiss to your neck and chest pushed every ounce of embarrassment out of your mind. You couldn’t help but stare at his beautiful lips as he made his way down your body, pausing only once he landed at the very top hem of your panties. He looked up at you once more for permission. You nodded and gripped his shoulder to keep from tumbling over as he jerked the lacy fabric down your legs all the way to your feet.

Filip couldn’t hold himself back once he was face-to-face with your glistening folds. A groan tumbled out of his chest as he threw one of your legs over his shoulder and nearly dove into you. Your back hit the dresser behind you with a thud and knocked a few things down onto the ground with a crash.

Neither of you could have been pulled out of this desire-fueled trance for anything. Anything.

Filip’s skilled tongue worked it’s way through your folds and over your pulsing clit. You cried out when he flicked his hot tongue over the bundle of nerves just right and sent your thighs squeezing together.

With a grunt he yanked them apart again and slapped one thigh sharply. A warning not to do that again.

You felt the familiar pressure building deep in your belly right as Filip slid a thick finger into your weeping hole, curling it just the way you needed. It was only a few more flicks of his tongue until you fell apart. A broken string of curse words falling from your lips as the white hotness of the intense orgasm washed over you. He worked you through your high — not stopping until you a trembling mess, panting and clawing at his hair to drag his face back up to yours.

He stood up, holding tightly onto your reeling body, and met your gaze. A devilish smirk spread across his glistening lips as he reached down to grab your shaking thighs and pick you up.

Your eyes fell shut as he laid you gently onto the dark cotton sheets of his bed. You felt him pull back swiftly to pull his shirt over his head and step out of his straining jeans.

“My poor girl,” He cooed in that quiet tone you’d come to love, “Fucked dumb already, hm?”

Your eyes snapped open at his teasing and you were met with a dark look of lust in his eyes. It only spurred you on and sent a new wave of heat straight down to your core.

“Not even close, Telford,” You spat back, quickly sliding a hand between you and grasping his hard cock in a firm hold.

“Aye, ah,” You began stroking him though his boxers, a grunt escaping his lips as he tried to keep his composure, “I see not, lass.”

He leaned in close to kiss you and you took your shot, yanking Filip’s body down beside you, allowing you the room to climb on top of him and straddle his aching cock.

An amused grin spread across his face as you leaned in to leave wet kisses on his neck and chest, lewd noises spilling from his lips all the while. You slowly made your way down his body, kisses turning into love bites here and there.

He lifted his hips slightly to begin to tug his boxers off when an idea popped into your head and out of your mouth before you had the chance to second guess it.

One of your hands gripped his wrist while the other wrapped around Filip’s throat, your slender fingers doing their best to squeeze even a little bit.

“I’ll see to that, love,” You purred into his ear, an excited mumble tumbling out of his mouth. He grinned at you a moment longer, this new side of you driving him wild.

You used all your effort to give his wrist and his neck an extra squeeze, showing him you meant business.

“Yes ma’am,” He growls, his free hand coming up in surrender. You loosened your grip on him and sat up straight, his hard cock pressing deliciously into your aching core.

You reached around your back to unhook your black lacy bra and slide it off, Filip’s mouth opening at the sight your taut nipples. He reached up to take of your mesmerizing peaks into his grasp, but you smacked his hand away, not yet done with your little game.

A sharp, “uh-uh” came from your lips and Filip groaned in frustration, but slides his hands away like you said.

Using your teeth for the first few inches, you peeled his black boxers down his thighs, slowly at first. His throbbing cock sprung free, the swollen tip already leaking an inviting drop of precum. The sight made your mouth water and you decided to stop the teasing.

You yanked them the rest of the way down and discarded them on the floor with your clothes. You wasted no time licking a long stripe down Filip’s cock then taking his head between your lips.

A deep grown rumbled out of his chest as you wrapped your lips around him and took as much as you could into your mouth, your hand making up for what your throat couldn’t reach.

Before long, Filip tangled his fingers into your hair and guided your movements, his willpower no longer strong enough to keep his hands off you. Your head bobbed up and down at a leisurely pace, Filip’s cock gagging you when he pushed your head all the way down. He relaxed his grip and you released his head with a pop before licking your lips and smiling up at him.

He furrowed his brow slightly before his hand swung from your hair down to your neck, pulling you up by the throat to his face.

You whined as he took your lips in his, sucking your bottom lip out in your favorite way. You felt his swollen tip swirling around your dripping hole.

“You had your fun, kitten,” He growled into your lips, his head sliding into your center, “Now I’ll have mine.”

You gasped as he sank all the way into your tight hole, he held you there a moment before he pulled back out and slammed into you again.

Your mind spun as he plowed into you over and over, one hand on your hip lifting your tired body up, the other sliding down from your throat and straight to a hard nipple that he rolled between his fingers.

The familiar pressure built deep in your tummy as Filip held your hips firmly against his and worked your core forwards and back. The friction against your clit and the way his cock felt nudging against the deepest parts of your velvety walls drew your release closer and closer.

“So, fuck, so fuckin’ big, Filip,” You panted nonsensically, a mind-fogging pleasure taking over your senses, “Please—please, baby, don’t stop, ah!”

A slew of groans that sounded almost pained spilled from Filip’s mouth as your release flooded through your veins. You fell into his strong arms as he kept pounding into you, your core fluttering around his throbbing cock. Your eyes practically rolled into the back of your head as Filip growled into your ear, prolonging your rolling pleasure.

“Tha’s it, pretty girl. Cummin’ all over my cock like a filthy whore,” His accent grew even stronger as he tried desperately to hold back his own release, still rutting his hips into yours as pleasant aftershocks coursed through your body, “My good lass, takin’ what I give ye.”

You had barely a moment to recover before Filip was flipping you over and throwing one your legs over his shoulder, sliding his aching cock back into your dripping hole.

Not yet satisfied, even with your blissed-out face contorting in over-sensitive and mind-numbing pleasure, Filip reached down to the place where your bodies connected and brushed this thumb roughly against your clit.

A sharp hiss escaped your parted lips, “F-Filip I ca-n’t, s’too much.”

“Shh, lass, jus’ one more,” He continued the bruising pace of his cock sliding in and out of you, fingers circling quickly over your throbbing clit, “Let me fuckin’ feel you one more time.”

It hit you like a fucking train out of nowhere, a muffled scream fell from your lips as the all-consuming pleasure invaded your senses. Your thighs shook against Filip’s hips as your fingers clawed at his broad chest, desperate for something to ground you.

Filip’s head fell back, his lips parted as his own release rushed through his body. Hot ropes of his cum flooded your pulsing walls as he slurred out a string of curses and praises.

“Fuckin’ love this tight fucking pussy; my good lass, fuck-fuckin’ gorgeous when ye cum on m’cock like tha’.”

Your eyes met as you both started coming down from the high. You reached for Filip’s face and pulled him down to kiss you, hissing into his mouth as he pulled out of you slowly and placed two fingers on your tired pussy, anxiously wanting to feel his seed weeping out of you.

You gasped at the contact and bucked your hips into his thick fingers. He huffed a laugh onto your connected lips and withdrew his wet fingers from you, bringing them up to your lips and pressing softly into your mouth.

Both of you laughed lowly as he rolled off of you and pulled you into his still-pounding chest. He kissed your forehead as you snuggled into his embrace.

“We’re awfully good at tha’, huh lass?” A soft laugh rumbling from his chest.

You laughed sweetly as looked up at him, “Yeah, yes we are.”

It was a brief moment of peace, wrapped up in each other’s arms and post-sex bliss before a pounding fist at the door interrupted your rest.

“Chibby! Dove! Wrap it up. Need ya’s out here,” A booming voice followed the knock. You couldn’t make out who it was but, based on the angry Gaelic phrase Filip spat back, he must have known right away.

“Boys got into it, bleedin’ all about the place,” The voice boomed back and Filip let out a groan.

The knock returned briefly before Filip was shouting back, “Christ, two minutes for me to put my cock away!”

You let out a chuckle as the the floor squeaked outside, granting you the moment you needed to put yourselves back together.

“Always something, hm?” You quipped as Filip stood and gathered his clothes before tossing you some shorts and one of his t-shirts.

“Aye, always somethin’ to shite on our day,” He groaned and brushed his fingers through his hair.

You took a moment to stretch while Filip already had his hand on the door knob, ready to handle whatever was awaiting him outside. Before he could open it, a thought popped into your mind.

“Filip?” You sat up a bit, “Am I your old lady?”

He laughed lovingly before stepping back over to your side.

“Seems yer the last to know, love,” He smiled and placed a tender kiss to your lips before turning back towards the door and heading out into the madness.

Oh boy, you are in trouble.

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somethinginthewayiam · 1 year

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Late night

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a/n: I have to admit this chapter got away from me, it’s pretty long and super smutty, but what can I say? Chibs is very inspiring...

I listened to this song writing this chapter, maybe you like it as well. It certainly sets the mood.

pairing: Chibs Telford x plus-size reader

words: 3289

warnings: there is 18+ content throughout (minors DNI), use of alcohol and drugs, pure smut with a hint of a story

Summary: you’re working late at the warehouse in a hot July night. Thinking you’re alone, you get a few drinks and smoke some weed until Chibs suddenly stands in front of you...

link to my masterlist and previous parts

It was late, it was hot and you were annoyed. You had a bunch of new people at CaraCara that needed their contracts and paychecks sorted out, plus some things needed to be repaired so you compared offers and crunched the numbers.

It was well past eleven PM, everybody was long gone and you were the only one left at the warehouse. The fan on the desk couldn’t compete with the hot July night temperatures and you also had to be careful to not have all the paper blown around.

You had put your hair up in a loose knot, only held together by a pencil. Your shoes were somewhere under your desk. The pair of jeans you wore today, were disregarded on the couch across from you. It was getting uncomfortable and you didn’t know what you were thinking putting on a pair of jeans this morning with already 86 degrees out.

You blew a strand of your hair out of your face as you turned around to the filing cabinet behind you, looking for an empty folder. You went through all the drawers. When you got to the bottom one, you found a bottle of whiskey and a little bag filled with joints in it.

“Thank you, Bobby”, you smiled to yourself and got both things out of there. You opened the bottle and took a big sip of the liquor. It burned going down your throat and you threw your head back, sighing deeply. You deserved a little break from all this.

You grabbed one of the joints and looked around for a lighter or some matches, but you couldn’t find any in the office. You knew there were some in the kitchen nook. You grabbed the bottle of whiskey and the joint before leaving the office.

With only the light from inside your office, you walked over to the stereo and put the bottle down next to it. You just pressed play and rock music started playing. It was the one they were using for the shoot this afternoon. It was a bunch of girls in leather outfits, posing on bikes and making out for some promotional shots.

When you had watched them from your office, your thoughts started wandering. How would you look in clothes like that? Would it look ridiculous or would it be hot? And would a certain someone like it?

When you now listened to the music, the same thoughts entered your mind. The music made you feel sexy and the influence of the liquor on your system started to show. You took another sip and put the joint behind your ear before you unbuttoned the bottom half of your sleeveless blouse and tied the halves into a knot around your waist.

You walked over to the kitchen nook and looked through the drawers until you found a pair of matches. You leaned against the counter and lit the joint, taking a drag of it. “Ooh, that’s some got stuff, Bobby”, you said to yourself. You blew out the match and threw it into the sink, letting some water run over it.

You put the joint between your lips, taking another drag of it and dancing over to the stereo to collect the bottle. You turned the music even louder, having it blast out of the boxes before you walked over to the set area. You turned on one of the spotlights and put a red filter over it, like you had seen one of the guys in charge of lighting do. Then you turned on some of the indirect lighting, liking the mood of it.

You swayed your hips to the music, the mixture of liquor and weed, the loud music and the heat of this July night getting you in a certain mood. You walked over to the shelve where they kept the toys for the shoots. You looked through it with the ease and curiosity of knowing that nobody was watching you.

Chibs, which Jax had checking on the weapons for tomorrow’s deal stored in one of the backrooms of the warehouse where nobody but the M.C. was allowed, entered the warehouse at this late hour, surprised to find music blasting through the boxes. He drew his weapon and walked towards it only to find you dancing in a corner of the porn set. You were looking through a box and hadn’t noticed him yet.

He put away his weapon in the back of his pants and watched you dance for a moment or two. He felt something twitch in his nether regions as he watched your big, delicious ass swing from side to side, only covered in a pair of panties. He continued walking in your direction and the closer he came, the more he recognized the sweet smell of weed around you. He diverted his way over to the stereo and turned the music down.

When you turned around to see what was going on, you were scared to find someone standing next to the stereo. Only at the second look, you realized that it was Chibs. You didn’t even hear him coming in.

You stood there in sort of a shocked state, the lit joint pinched between your thumb and pointer of your left hand, the opened bottle of whiskey standing on the shelve next to the toy box. You looked at him with big eyes as Chibs came towards you, wearing his Sons kutte, only zipped halfway with a black, short-sleeved shirt underneath it.

“I see ya found Bobby’s stash”, he simply stated, took the joint from your fingers and took a long drag. A thousand thoughts running through your head, but it was all drawn out by the buzz from the whiskey and the calming effect of the weed.

Chibs looked at you with a cocked head, waiting. His eyes said something like, “What’re you gonna do now, lass?”, and it made you swallow hard. You could almost hear his voice in your head. The tension between you was electrifying. The substances made you bolder than you actually were. You thought about it for a moment, biting down on your lip, contemplating.

You watched your hands reaching out to the hem of the kutte, pulling Chibs close to you. You got on your tiptoes and slowly put your mouth on his. Your tongue dove into his mouth, tasting the smoke of the weed he had just inhaled.

The mixture of the hot weather, the alcohol and the surroundings of a porn set made you inevitably horny. You’ve had a thing for Chibs pretty much from the first moment you met him and finally the conditions for you to be able to act on it, were in your favor.

You always had a big mouth, liking to tease and flirt but never the guts to act on it. A dog that barks doesn’t bite. Unless the dog is tipsy and high.

Chibs kept standing there, not doing much, but he kissed you back. He groaned at every swirl of your tongue in his mouth. It made you sigh at his lips.

When you pulled back, you found his pupils dilated, almost appearing black, heavy with lust. It turned you on to know that you turned him on. He made you bold.

You took the joint from his fingers and took a drag as you stepped back, walking backwards towards the bed. Chibs followed you, taking his motorcycle gloves off his belt and his gun from the back of his pants, putting them on the shelve next to the whiskey bottle. He then grabbed the bottle and took a good sip of it. Your eyes followed his every move, watching his Adams apple bop as he swallowed.

He reached out and took the joint out of your hands and put it between his lips. After taking a quick drag of it, he put it out in an ashtray on the shelve.

Chibs untied the knot of your blouse and ripped it open, only to find a magenta-colored lace bra underneath it, matching your panties. Far away, you heard the ripped-off buttons of your blouse hit the floor. He admired the view for a second, then slipped the fabric off your shoulders and it fell to the floor. He then reached up and pulled the pencil from your hair. Your long wavy locks fell down and spread across your back.

“You looking fuckin hot, lass”, he said and licked his lips, ready to devour every inch of you. Remaining in just your underwear, you took a step forward closer to him.

You reached out to unzip his kutte all the way and looked up at his dark brown eyes as you pushed it off his shoulders. You immediately grabbed his shirt and with his help pushed it up and over his head. It landed next to your blouse on the floor.

You found his upper arms and chest covered in tattoos and it made you lick your lips. He looked so fucking good and for a second you couldn’t believe that you were going to have sex with this hot biker. Before your normal, overthinking self could take over again, you grabbed his face and pulled him down for a passionate kiss.

His arms wrapped around your body and pressed you against him. You felt his hot, sweaty skin against yours and it made the wetness pool between your legs.

With his whole body, he pushed you backwards until your felt the edge of the bed at the back of your legs.

You lifted one leg at a time and put it up on the bed without breaking the kiss. You were now kneeling on the edge of the bed as Chibs was standing in front of you.

You finally pulled back and watched as he unzipped his pants, pushing them down to his knees, freeing his hard cock. You licked your lips at the sight of it. You wanted to taste it. You needed to taste it.

You got down on all fours and reached out, wrapping your fingers around his shaft. It was hot and pulsing in your hand. A drop of precum leaked at the tip and you caught it with your tongue.

You gave his cock a long lick, from the base to the tip, catching the next drop. When you looked up at Chibs, he cocked his chin forward in a short motion, telling you to take him in.

You licked your lips again and then closed them around his tip. Your tongue played with him and you started to move your head back and forth.

You felt Chibs’ fingers running through your hair, collecting and holding it in a ponytail as he watched his cock disappear in your mouth and glistening with your saliva when it came back out.

You relaxed your throat, trying to take him deeper with every bop of your head. His grunts and pants set you in sort of a trance. All you wanted was to make him cum.

His hips started to snap forward and you put your hand that was still wrapped around his cock down on the bed. His hands were holding your head as he fucked your mouth, still being careful not to go too deep.

You heard him curse under his breath and his dick in your mouth swelled even more before he spurted his cum at the back of your throat. “Fuck, Y/N”, he groaned followed by a big exhale. Hearing him say your name when he came sent a wave of pleasure between your thighs.

You let him slip out of your mouth and swallowed his cum as you got back up, wiping the corners of your mouth seductively with a satisfied grin.

Chibs put his hand on the back of your head and pulled you in for a hard, passionate kiss. The air around you was heavy with lust and sweat.

When Chibs pulled back from the kiss, his hands went to your breasts, pulling down both cups of your bra and putting both his hands on your tits. “They’re so fuckin’ big”, he mumbled, seemingly fascinated by them.

He squeezed and kneaded them with an urge, twirling your nipples in the process which made you throw your head back and moan out loud. Chibs used the opportunity and his mouth latched onto the skin of your neck, nibbling and sucking on it, making sure to give you something to remember this night by for the next couple of days.

You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed him between your legs. “I need you”, you mumbled at his ear, moving your hand to the back of his head and tugging on his hair with an urge.

Chibs let go of your tits to push his pants completely off his legs, kicking his boots off in the process.

Meanwhile, you crawled over to the decorative nightstand and opened the drawer to find it full of condoms as you had hoped. You grabbed a package and ripped open the foil with your teeth.

When you looked up again, you found Chibs completely naked in front of you and the sight alone sent another wave of pleasure between your legs, your panties completely soaked by now.

Your eyes dropped down to his hardening cock and you licked your lips. If you wouldn’t need him between your legs so badly, you would have loved to suck him off again.

Faster than you would have given him credit for, he was on the bed and towering over you. He grabbed the package from your hands, pulled the condom out and threw the foil off the bed.

“Put it on”, he commanded you and put the condom back in your hand. Suddenly you were a bit nervous and your hands were slightly shaking as you reached for his hard cock to place the condom on his tip.

You felt Chibs’ hand at your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. He leaned down and ran his tongue along your bottom lip. When you opened your mouth, your eyes fluttered shut at the taste of his tongue.

Instead of rolling down the condom your other hand started stroking his shaft, squeezing it slightly.

Chibs pulled back with his hand still at your chin. He ran his thumb across your wet lips. “I said, put it on”, he growled and pushed his thumb into your mouth.

You immediately started sucking on it and you finally managed to roll the condom down his hard cock. When your hand reached his base, he started thrusting into your hand in the rhythm that you sucked on his thumb in your mouth.

Fuck, this man could make you cum without ever being inside you. Well, apart from your mouth.

You started moaning and your hips were grinding into thin air as they were looking for some friction. You squeezed his cock hard and pulled him against you.

“Getting’ a little impatient, luv?”, he taunted and a dark chuckle rumbled through his chest.

He let go of your chin and with a hand on the back of your head, he lay you down on the bed. He kissed his way down your neck, over your bare breasts, but not without giving every nipple a little twirl of his tongue before moving over your stomach down to the line of your panties.

Normally, you would feel self-conscious about your belly, trying to suck it in or making it disappear somehow, but with Chibs, you didn’t even have time to think about it.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and pulled it down your legs. You simultaneously reached around your back and unclasped your bra, pulling it off your body and chucking it off the bed.

Chibs pushed your legs apart, your heels digging into the mattress. His hard cock was only mere inches away from where you wanted him the most.

“Did suckin’ me off get ya so wet, luv?”, he taunted you as his fingers played with your entrance, collecting your wetness that was leaking out. He put his finger into his mouth and sucked your juices off. “Fuck, ya taste so sweet, darlin’”, he said in a low voice. His accent thickened with the increased lust pumping through his veins.

“Chibs, please”, you pleaded, your hips rolling towards him. You need him so badly inside you, you couldn’t wait a second longer.

“Ya want me?”, he questioned and ran the tip of his cock through your folds. It made your breath getting stuck in your throat, the electricity of that sensation running through your whole body.

“I need you, Chibs”, you told him eagerly.

His hands pushed your legs even further apart and then finally, he entered you. It was like an explosion between your legs to finally be filled by his big cock. You came right then and there.

“Fuck!”, you called out, arching your back off the mattress. Chibs was surprised, but just for a second, then his eyes got even darker.

His hips started jolting forward, pushing deep into you before pulling out almost completely. He quickly increased his pace, fucking you through your orgasm as you writhed beneath him.

When he noticed that you came down from your high, he slowed down again, making long, deep thrusts. He leaned down and started sucking on your neck again. Your hands came up to his back and your nails scratched all the way down to the dip of his back.

“Fuckin’ hell, ya feel good, lass. So tight”, he groaned at your skin. You tilted your head to the side and pressed your mouth onto his. You kissed him eagerly, hungrily, putting all your desire for him into this kiss.

“Make me cum again”, you ordered him after letting go of his lips. “Aye”, he muttered and got up. He pulled out of you and you winced at the loss. But before you could say or do anything, he flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling your hips up. He grabbed a pillow and stuffed it beneath your hips.

Chibs aligned himself with your entrance and pushed back in. His legs were straddling yours, his arms on either side of you supporting his weight as he slammed into you from behind again and again.

“Oh god, yeah, fuck me”, you moaned, your hands reaching out and gripping the bedsheets tightly. That new angle was fucking amazing. He made you even tighter by keeping your legs shut and it drove you both crazy. When he looked down where your two bodies connected, he was hypnotized by the way your ass jiggled with every thrust of him. It drove him wild.

You arched your back, lifting your ass as high as you could under the circumstances, pressing into his front.

His thrust became harder and quicker but uncontrolled, losing his rhythm a little. You were both panting heavily, moans and grunts and the clashing of skin on skin filled the room alongside the music that was still playing in the background.

“Oh baby, I’m coming. I’m coming”, you chanted with every thrust of his. Your nails dug into the mattress to relieve some of the energy. “Yeah, cum, darlin’. Squeeze ma cock with yer tight cunt”, he said through gritted teeth as he was about to cum as well.

“Fuck me, fuck me, Chibs, fuck”, you shouted as you felt your walls trembling around him, squeezing his cock as your orgasm washed over you. You felt Chibs’ cock pulsating and swelling up inside you as he released into the condom.

“Jesus Chroist”, he uttered as his body stilled before collapsing on top of you.

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ravennaortiz · 2 months

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Story 1 : Jax and Chibs

Summary: Part of the Three: The Magic Number Series. Reader x 2 of the Sons/Mayans. Purely smut. Click here for what led up to the events of this story. As always 18+

Jax stormed down the dorm hall practically kicking the door to Chibs room in. Slamming the door shut behind him he turned to face the two of you. "Need something Laddie?" inquired Chibs with a raised brow and smirk as he trailed his hands down your side making you bite your lip. "She's mine" he stated firmly his icy eyes locked on Chibs. "Yet I'm dripping down her thighs" chuckled Chibs as he started lifting your dress back up to prove his point.

Jax clenched his jaw in anger as his eyes moved down to your bare legs that were slowly being displayed to him. "Lay down on the bed Lassie and show your hubby my offering" ordered Chibs as he pushed you down on the bed. You shivered at the tension in the air as heat pooled between your thighs.

Jax couldn't help himself as he licked his lips as he stared at your dripping cunt. The idea of another man being in what was suppose to be his had his own cock coming to life. Without a word he moved to the bed and pulled you to the edge before burying his face between your thighs. He groaned as he tasted the exotic mix of you and Chibs that danced along his tongue.

Moaning you pushed your hips up trying to fuck yourself on Jax's skilled tongue as he dipped in and out of you. Within minutes he had you cumming on his tongue as Chibs watched stroking himself. Right before he came he grabbed Jax by his hair and yanked his face up before shooting his cum onto it. "Now you are both mine" growled Chibs lowly as he let Jax go before climbing onto the bed with you.

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tempestuous-lush · 10 months

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Crimson & Clover || SoA

Bonus Chapter - Shiv

warnings: fighting in the beginning (thrown dishes), unprotected sex, angry sex, a bit of orgasm denial, oral (female receiving), fingering, creampie, and believe it or not some fluff.

summary: This is a bonus chapter to introduce a character I plan to use in future chapters for plot. Shiv. Shiv is Chibs' woman. She believes he might be getting bored with her, and therefore seeing someone else. It's been eating at her for a bit. Chibs gets home and makes an ill timed joke not knowing her insecurities.

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You were zoned out as you looked out the kitchen window, mind busy turning over all of the worries and insecurities you had. It had all started with your thoughts that maybe you weren’t enough. You weren’t his wife. Couldn’t be. After all, she had given him a daughter, even though he never was able to see her. Raise her. You took another sip of your coffee, closing your eyes as you accepted the comforts of a fresh cup.

That had to be it, why he wasn’t around anymore.

At the end of the day, he missed them. It would make sense, explain his lack of ties from before the two of you were together. Perhaps when he looked at you, he wished you were her.

You hadn’t heard Chibs come in through the back door. Chibs stood at the kitchen island, watching you drink your coffee as you sat there on your stool looking out the window. You’d been doing this more and more lately. All of this zoning out…you were much younger than him, perhaps you found someone who could provide more, everything you deserved, a real life.

He took a long, appreciative look at your legs. That soft supple skin and the muscular but soft curves of them leading him up, the hem of your sweater hiding what he loved almost as much as he loved your ferocity. He hadn’t been spending so much time here anymore with you, helping Jax where he could and the club overall. Especially considering everything seemingly brewing between Jax and Clay.

Fucking hell though, he missed you.

He smiled softly before commenting, “No’ thinking o’ running away with someone else, staring out tha’ window now, are ya’, mo cridhe?”

Your eyes narrowed and fingers gripped the mug a bit too tightly, breaths growing shallower.

How dare he.

He was the one that was gone at all hours, doing god knows what. Or who. For that matter. You hated yourself for it but your mind instantly went to the one girl that hung out at the club, hanging on to every word Chibs would say.

Was that who he was occupying his time with? Before you could register anything else you snapped and threw your mug at him, the words spilling out of your mouth at the same time, “Fuck you, you fucking cunt.”

Your chest was heaving with the sudden anger you felt. There was a flash of remorse when you saw the mug hit its target, a bit of blood blooming over his eye. Just a flash, and then it was gone, replaced by something else entirely when you saw the way he was looking at you. Your voice wavered slightly as you asked, “How fucking dare you, Chibs?”

What he said flashed through your mind again and the anger resurged as you found yourself throwing a plate from the dish drainer at him. He dodged that one, seeing it coming this time. It crashed against the wall behind him. You found another cup and threw it, yelling, “Fucking Scottish BASTARD.”

“Fucking hell Shiv!”

He dodged another throw, and another, slowly making his way to you until you ran out of ammunition. One hand was on either side of you as he leaned on the counter, boxing you in. Angry tears threatened to spill from you and the first thing he thinks to say with that smirk, “All tha’ does is leave me wanting to fuck ya’ more, mo cridhe. Tame tha’ fiesty little cunt of yours the only way tha’ I know how.”

As if to drive his point, he pulled your hips to his and grinded his full and heavy cock up against you…managing to give you the slightest pleasure even though he was fully clothed and you were halfway dressed in your sweater and a pair of underwear. You faltered for a second before you realized he completely side stepped your anger. As he leaned in to kiss you, your hand collided hard with his face as you slapped him.

Chibs wasn’t sure what had you so angry with him, but fucking hell, if a part of him didn’t find it a fucking turn on. The hell is wrong with me?

You moved to slap him again, this time though he caught hold of your wrist before you could make contact. A smirk appeared on his face as if to say not this time. So you slapped him with the other hand instead. Chibs grabbed hold of that one as well, pinning them both to the counter right behind you on either side. At this point, he was inches from your face, both of you breathing heavily.

His dark eyes steadily stared into yours…searching for a yes, goading slightly, “There’s tha’ fiesty woman tha’ I love.”

At that, he let go of one of your wrists and you slapped him one last time time before his hand grabbed a rough hold of your loose hair and pulled back so hard you nearly winced, but just hard enough that instead he earned one of those throaty moans from you that he loved so much.

Then, his lips collided with yours and you welcomed him by immediately opening your mouth to his, his tongue tasting you before you pulled back and bit his lower lip as you did, earning a near growl from him. And that’s when he used his leverage in the hold on your hair to turn you quickly and a bit rough, the counter biting into your stomach as you landed.

Hand still in your hair, he used his other to lift the hem of your sweater to expose that ass of yours to him. Chibs let out a low whistle at the sight of it clad in those pretty little dark red underwear he loved so much. His free hands held your mid back down as he pulled on your hair again and leaned over you just to moan in your ear at the feel of his still clothed cock against your ass, “I missed the sight of tha’ almost as much as the rest of ya’, mo cridhe. Tell me how much ya’ missed it” - he pushed his hips into you and you moaned - “missed me.”

Your breathing was erratic as you were held there, his cock digging into your ass as he pressed it further, and you refused to lament, “Fuck you.”

“Now tha’....tha’ was not the answer tha’ I wanted, Shiv.”

Chibs backed off and let go of your hair, the hand on your back dropping to hold you with his arm instead so that you couldn’t get up. His other hand ran up and down your thigh and you willed yourself not to budge.

You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

His hand came to rest on the side of those red underwear he loved so much and tutting, he grabbed a handful and pulled hard. They ripped away from you and you felt the cold air conditioned air hitting your ass as he pulled the fabric away. You felt the surge of your arousal and you pressed your legs together, something Chibs noticed. He grabbed hold of your hair again and lifted the other from your back so that you were standing up, your back to his front. Chibs smiled, “Ya’ forget, Shiv, I know you. In every way tha’ counts. So I know when yer angry. Even though ya’ do a fine job of lettin’ everyone know tha’. And I know when yer wanting me inside of ya. But I so love it when ya’ make me work for it.”

A pull of your hair and your neck was exposed to him, his lips falling on it and kissing those soft spots you loved before he sucked hard to a point of near pain, then licking, then repeating. All the while his other hand ran along your hip before going to your front, fingers ghosting along your skin inches from where you suddenly burned for him.

A strangled moan left you and it turned into a near whine as his hand instead traveled further north until his calloused, rough fingertips found the softness of your breasts and he praised, “Still tha’ most perfect pair of tits I’ve ever seen, Shiv.”

He went back to ravaging your neck with his mouth, intent on leaving bruises in his wake to remind you of this…that he was there while his palm kneaded into those perfect tits, playing with your nipples. He kept going like this until you were moaning his name. Then, his hand traveled lower once more, “Tell me ya’ missed it Shiv, missed my cock…missed me.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Telling me tha’ ya’ aren’t getting wet for me?”

He wasn’t going to win, “No.”

His hand ventured further down as he slowly sank his middle middle finger into you, lazily pumping in and out, “Feel plenty wet for me, mo cridhe.”

You could feel his finger, rocking in and out of you at a leisurely pace, giving just enough friction to get you going but not enough to get you there. His hand let go of your hair and found its way to your throat, keeping a firm grasp as he continued his teasing.

There was nothing but time today it seemed as he continued his game, your sweet little sounds growing more frustrated, desperate, needy. When he pulled his finger out of you, you whined at the loss. Chibs chuckled at that.

He let you go and you turned around to look at him which was a mistake. Those dark eyes were on you, frenzied. The blood had run down the side of his face before it slowed. He unzipped his pants and took out his cock, looking as angry as you had just then no doubt. Spitting in his left hand he began pumping it all the while licking your juices from the finger he'd plunged deep inside of you.

Chibs let out a guttural moan as the taste of you hit his tongue. You watched as precum seeped from the head of his cock, joining his spit as he continued stroking himself before he stopped and let go. Both of his hands by his side, all of his clothes still on and his cock ready for you.

You could feel the slick of your arousal and fucking hell you didn’t want to let him win, but you were wavering. His eyes never left you and he spoke up again, “I missed ya’. Fucking christ Shiv, I dreamt about the taste of ya’. Still, didn’t compare to reality. Fucking delicious. And my cock? Well, tha’ ya can see for yourself mo cridhe.”

A shaky breath in, and you responded with a sultry voice, “Why don’t you show me, Chibs? Show me how much you missed just the taste of me.”

Just like that, you caved.

Walking towards him, he huffed before responding, “Alright then, tha’ I can do.”

Without any warning, he lifted and turned you so that you were sitting on the kitchen island and he asked roughly as he pulled your chair over, “Why don’t ya’ lay down for me, Shiv? Open those pretty legs.”

As he sat down in front of you, a patient man awaiting dinner, you stifled a laugh bubbling inside of you and simply complied. Your legs fell open and he muttered, “Christ, look at the mess tha’ you’ve already made for me. Nearly weeping with need aren’t ya’?”

Then, without any other warning, he threw one of your legs over his shoulders and began devouring you like you were his last meal. Your back arched immediately at the sensation and his hand caressed your thigh as he quickly brought you to life, tongue working your clit with utmost precision. As he did, he slipped off his vest and threw it onto the island near you. Unzipping his jacket next, it hit the ground and the button up shirt followed. Then, his hands grabbed at your hips and pinned them down on the cold counter to keep you from moving too much as he sucked on your swollen clit.

Every muscle in your body tensed as you cried out a strangled chain or curses before he continued lapping up your juices, delving into your folds and teasing you with the very tip of his tongue in feather light touches. As you opened your mouth to protest, he sucked hard again and you cried out once more at the contact. Until he cycled back to those teasing touches and his tongue buried inside you. That was when you realized and protested pathetically, “Chi- baby, pl-please don’t t-tease me.”

As if in answer he sucked hard once, twice, three times, slipping two of his fingers deep inside you.

He paused briefly to spit in his free hand to continue stroking himself as he kept working to eat you out, his groans of appreciation driving you further with lust. Suddenly angry at the words he spoke, he imagined you giving yourself to someone else like this and grew a bit heated.

Letting up, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you back to your feet.

Grabbing your hair, he led you to the nearest wall and lifted your leg to sink deep inside of you. You were so wet from him that he could have cum inside of you right then and there. But no. He needed you to cum on his cock. Tell you that you were his. Only his. He put your leg over his shoulder, following up by putting the other over his shoulder as well, your back against the wall helping to hold you up while opening yourself to him even further. He thrust to test the waters out and you gasped at how full you were. Desperate to feel more, your nails dug into his back in desperation of needing him closer. A hiss of pain escaped Chibs, his pleasure following immediately after as he thrust into you again and held it there commenting, “There is my greedy little Shiv.”

He continued thrusting into you, slow and steady and leaving you feeling full but not satisfied. The mother fucker was still teasing you. You opened your mouth to protest and as you did he picked up his pace, the sound of skin on skin and your cries of “right there Chibs…fuck me right there” filled the room. Oh you were so close. But, what you typically loved about Chibs was playing against you. He knew your body, and could feel you on the precipice. He slowed down and pulled out of you.

Letting your legs down he placed them on the ground and knelt before you, a man at worship as he then put a leg over his shoulder to place a kiss above your pussy shining with your arousal before licking up what he could. Your hands instinctively found his hair, gripping hard into the roots as you held on for dear life. He was not teasing you now. He wasn’t taking it slow. No, he had one goal in mind. And you were fast approaching it. Your body tensed and you were cumming on his face.

Chibs wasn’t satisfied with that though. It wasn’t enough. So, just as you tensed up and he could feel you cumming, he slipped two of his fingers inside of you. He began hitting the softness of your g spot with them, sucking on your clit and you were suddenly warm in your sweater, too warm, sweat slicking your skin. You were crying out incoherently, Chibs’ name falling from your tongue like a fucking prayer. How badly he wanted to bend you over and fuck you endlessly with how you sounded, but not until he got what he was chasing from you. Your fingers in his scalp pulled harder, eliciting a growling, guttural moan. He didn’t know how much he liked a bit of pain before you. And suddenly, you snapped.

Your hand pulled his head away just in time, your cum squirting all over the lower half of his face as he pumped it out of you with those fingers until he nearly had to catch you after you were done.

Suddenly, you were on the floor with him, among the scattered fragments of glass, beneath him. Your legs wrapped around Chibs and pulled him towards you as he lined his cock up with your entrance. Your back came up from the ground to help greet such a feeling of fullness. His eyes looked into yours as he started thrusting, one of his hands caressing your cheek as the other braced his weight. Everything about this was so tender, so different from everything else that transpired. You felt tears threatening to spill as a small sob escaped you and he shushed you, “What’s wrong, mo cridhe?”

“I missed you” - a gasp interrupted your confession as he thrust into a sensitive spot - “so much.”

“As have I.”

The two of you fell into rhythm, your hips coming up to meet him as he thrust, his forehead resting against your neck. Everything was quiet except for the sounds of pleasure the two of you made until finally his hips grew erratic and he grunted, cumming deep inside of you and holding himself there as if to keep his warmth inside you.

It was only then that you asked, “What does mo cridhe mean?”

“It, uh…” He pulled out and lay beside you on his back, feeling sheepish. You weren’t letting him escape though. Instead, you swung your legs over and straddled him, “Tell me, Chibs.”

“My heart, lass. It means my heart.”

You were thinking of your insecurities and what he just said, and it made you start laughing just a little. However, the laughter grew until you were doubled over on him. His arms wrapped around you and he questioned slightly, “Didn’t mean for it to be so funny, Shiv.”

“No” - you coughed to try and cease your laughter before slowly coming down - “I, um, thought you were maybe seeing someone else. Partaking in the club’s girls even. I just thought I wasn’t enough.”

You could feel him stirring beneath you even as he said the words, “Not enough, Shiv?”

A smile appeared on his face, and he playfully thrust into you before using his body weight to get you on your back again, “And just how many times do I have to drive home” - he thrust his now ready cock back inside of you - “the point?”

You gasped as he thrust again, “You’re not just enough. You’re everything tha’ I could want.”

The words fell from your lips before you could stop them, “I love you.”

He smiled once more, lifting your calf to bite into it playfully to elicit a yelp from you before you laughed again, till he silenced you with another thrust, “And I love ya', mo cridhe. Don’t ever forget that.”

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Death and the Lady: Chibs Telford X Reader. Chapter Ten

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Chapter Ten: Reverence

Y/N would be lying if she tried to claim that she didn’t find herself clinging to Chibs a little tighter than usual as she rode on the back of his bike, which was saying something considering she’d found that she usually held on to him quite tightly.

As much as she’d found that she still very much enjoyed being on the back of a bike; the act still filled the lowest point of her belly with a sense of dread, her mind unable to shake the knowledge that a love of Harleys had forever ruined her elder brother’s life.

As much as she might enjoy being on the back of a bike; there was still that reminder lingering in the back of her mind that bikes and recklessness had taken the brother she knew and loved away forever. Although he was still here physically, he would never be the same man ever again.

It seemed that Chibs did not mind her tight grip onto his body as he occasionally reached down to gently caress her hand each time they had to stop at a stop light. It felt as though he was making an attempt to give her some small sign of silent reassurance though she was unsure if he was reassuring her about being on his bike or all that had happened tonight. Perhaps it was a bit of both.

This night had gone far from how she’d hoped. She had been expecting a night where she might be more than a little bored watching a bare-knuckle boxing match and at least attempting to feign the appearance of having a good time in an effort to please Chibs. She’d been determined to be a good sport and attempt to get along with Chibs’ brothers, support the Prospect, and show Chibs that she was willing to attempt to be a part of his world.

She’d not been anticipating a flash from her past; not the one she’d gotten at least.

Sure, being in an environment where several Sons might be present had given her some expectation that she might find herself being silently reminded of a few more shameful behaviors from her past.

She’d not anticipated that her past would slap her in the face like this though.

Coming face to face with Gunner had been the last thing she’d ever wanted to experience.

She was horrified to realize that the outlaw biker still had a way of making her feel all too small.

She didn’t understand how he could still make her feel so worthless and so frightened even after almost a decade apart.

Before she’d fallen into Gunner’s bed and been fed whatever substances he’d been willing to provide her; she’d had a willful spirit. The Sons clubhouse had provided an outlet for that headstrong spirit. She’d felt embraced for all her foolhardiness, for a short while at least, thanks to Jax’s insistence that she be allowed there.

She’d been so determined to chase even bigger highs and even more dangerous situations though. Jax had been unable to keep her from falling further and further into chaos. She had pushed back against his attempts to coax her from Gunner. She’d been so determined to dive face first into everything Gunner offered without even looking.

Gunner had been so willing to provide those highs and show her that danger despite Jax’s disapproval. She’d lost her ability to be so headstrong under Gunner’s gaze. Sure, she’d had her moments of working up her nerve to mouth off to him. He had not been the type to tolerate her smart mouth though. He always had a way of making it clear to her that he was stronger and larger than her.

As awful as it made her feel; she almost regretted not allowing Chibs to continue on with the fight Gunner was trying to goad him into. She could admit that it would have felt nice to see someone knock Gunner down a peg after all the times he’d tried to knock her down.

The realization that Chibs would risk getting quite beaten up himself had pushed her to stop the impending fist fight though. She adored the Scot too much to let him earn any black eyes or split lips over her.

She was hit with an almost amusing realization. Though she’d expressed to Old Charlie that she was certain her father would disapprove of Chibs as a romantic partner for her…a small part of her was sure her father might have approved just the slightest over Chibs’ quick act of wanting to fight to defend her honor. He’d tried to protect her; a small part of her had to wonder if her father might have approved of the act of trying to protect her though her father had never been big on physical altercations.

Facing Gunner tonight had unnerved her.

Facing her former bed partner and drug buddy had made her feel far too much like that scared, burnt out, and damaged twenty year old girl calling her father from a phone booth almost a decade before.

As hard as she tried she couldn’t shake the conversation she’d had with Old Charlie a few days before; the talk about how she was so certain her father must have felt ashamed of her at some point during those wild years of her youth spent with SAMCRO.

She didn’t see how he couldn’t possibly have felt at least some minimal amount of embarrassment when he thought of who she’d been back then. She thought back to all those times he’d bailed her out of the local jail for some stupid incident she’d pulled. She remembered all the community service, the alcohol education programs, and the fines she’d endured for her misbehavior.

She remembered all those worried glances he’d sent her way when she’d come home far too late the next day after a night out sunglasses on her eyes and rough love bites obvious along her neck. She remembered how everyone around town had seen the sight of her riding around Charming on different Son’s bikes.

She knew her father had been aware of the obvious signs she’d been engaging in far more illicit substances than underage drinking and a few joints.

She was well aware of all the whispers around town about the funeral director’s poor wayward daughter who’d fallen into a wild crowd with the local biker gang. She was certain her father must have caught some looks of pity over his poor troublesome daughter.

She imagined she’d been far from the daughter her father had hoped for. They’d always been so close after all. After all that had happened with her brother though, she’d made an attempt to yank from the bond she’d shared with her father.

She’d resented her father. A cruel voice in the back of her mind had been convinced that maybe if her father had not pushed her brother over mortuary school then Daniel never would have gotten in that wreck that night. She resented her brother for being so reckless that he’d gotten into motorcycles to begin with. She resented the funeral business and how it had made her such an outcast among her peers. She resented the pride her father held over their stupid family legacy and the wretched responsibility he claimed the Y/L/N family had over being keepers of Charming’s dead. She had wanted to scream that it was not a legacy she wanted.

In her resentment and her rebellion she’d shamed her father. She had shamed their legacy.

Y/N found herself thinking back to Old Charlie’s words; his insistence that her father had only been worried but never ashamed.

Even if that was true she could not shake the overwhelming guilt of what she must have put Lloyd Y/L/N through. Her father had already essentially lost the son he’d loved and then his only remaining child had seemed so determined to throw her life away. She had been chasing one high after another never satisfied. It was as though she’d continuously touched the flame and acted shocked as it burned her over and over and over again. She never learned her lesson.

She had been self destructive in the truest extent of the word.

She knew that people often romanticized self destruction and chaos. They saw the high of the parties and the drugs and even the sex. They ignored the misery and the pain or at the very least they tried to make it somehow seem like some noble way to give a middle finger to polite society. In her opinion though, self destruction was not poetic. For her the act of self destruction had been a selfish act. She’d been so caught up in her own misery that she’d been unable to see that she was making everyone around her just as miserable.

She found that her mind was a jumbled mess of fear over coming face to face with Gunner and a sense of shame over her past misdeeds. She was not looking forward to making Chibs aware of any of those misdeeds.

Chibs found that his own mind was a mess. He found himself once again reaching down to caress Y/N’s hand as they came to another stop light.

He ran his thumb along her soft skin attempting to soothe both her anxieties over all that had happened tonight as well as the sense of rage he still felt rolling through his veins.

If Y/N had not coaxed him away from Gunner, Chibs was certain he’d have beaten the man’s face into the dirt below them. He was surprised that she had managed to push through that rage within him. She’d been able to push past his anger and soothe him just enough to make him back down.

He was certain if she’d not pleaded with him to let it go though, he would have let loose all of his anger on Gunner. He hadn’t been lying to the man. Chibs cared more about what Y/N wanted than what he wanted. He was putting her needs above his desires. If she had needed to get far from the fairgrounds and Gunner then Chibs was going to make it happen even if he’d much rather have knocked Gunner out.

He felt sick to his stomach thinking of all that Gunner had to say about Y/N. The crude comments about her body and her promiscuity as a former Friday Night Girl made him feel nothing but blind red rage. He felt even more ill and enraged when he stopped to consider that Gunner had obviously harmed Y/N judging by the sight of her wrist. That sick feeling had only grown when he stopped to consider that this wasn’t the first time the Son had harmed her judging by Gunner’s comment about knowing how Y/N needed plenty of reminders of her place.

Chibs was well aware of Gunner’s reputation among the Sons. The recently patched in Tacoma Son had a nasty reputation. Gunner had originally prospected and been patched into the Colorado branch of the Sons over a decade before. The Denver, Colorado Sons had not seemed keen to keep Gunner around though. Gunner had gone nomad for a long while, though Gunner claimed it was his own choice, Chibs had suspected that SAMDEN had not wanted to put up with the troublesome man any longer. The patch over into Tacoma was a recent development. Chibs was surprised that the Tacoma charter had taken on the burden that was Gunner.

To put it frankly, Gunner was an asshole.

Chibs of course knew that this statement wasn’t saying much. He was certain that quite a few of the men he shared a patch with, himself included, could be described as assholes and much worse, more slanderous terms.

Gunner had earned a notoriety of being a real piece of work though. He had a big mouth and was happy to pick fights with anyone. It didn’t seem to matter much if he shared a patch with his sparring partners. He seemed to enjoy pressing people’s buttons. He took some sick enjoyment in upsetting people. The Son seemed to take pride in fighting with just about anyone from those he shared a patch with to those outside of the club. He seemed particularly proud of his propensity for beating croweaters, strippers, and sex workers. He bragged about knocking sense into sweetbutts who got a little too mouthy or just doing it because he found it amusing.

Gunner made it no secret that for him, there was a paper-thin fine blurred line between violence and sex. He was vocal about how he enjoyed causing pain for his bed partners. From the few things Chibs had been unfortunate enough to overhear, it seemed that Gunner enjoyed being as sadistic as possible to the women he charmed into his bed. Chibs had always gotten the sense that there was a possibility Gunner’s sexual partners weren’t always prepared for the violence. It was a realization that disturbed him.

Chibs had always felt as though Gunner was absolute pond scum. Chibs knew he’d done a lot of crooked things in his own life. He was aware that he was not on any moral high ground. Chibs had killed and caused his own share of pain in the name of both the cause in Belfast and his devotion to the Sons.

Chibs knew he might be called a bastard by many, but he was nowhere near the same level of evil as Gunner.

The idea of Gunner having shared a bed with the woman he adored, made Chibs feel a sense of unease he couldn’t shake.

He kept thinking back to the look in Y/N’s eyes at the fairground as she stared up at Gunner. Chibs remembered the way she’d gravitated towards himself the second she’d spotted him make his way through the fairgrounds as though she’d subconsciously sought out his protection. Chibs thought back to how she’d seemed so relieved as he had stepped in front of her blocking Gunner’s view of her.

Everything within Chibs was screaming out to protect Y/N. He’d wanted so badly to beat Gunner to a bloody pulp in order to protect or at the very least defend the honor of Y/N.

If it wasn’t for her insistence that he let it go and take her home he was certain he would have beat the man until his knuckles were split and bloodied. He was sure he would have gotten just as bruised and beaten in the process but it would have been well worth it.

He knew of course that beating Gunner would have done him no favors in the long run.

There was a certain protocol to follow when it came to disagreements between brothers. Fist fighting was allowed; but it was usually frowned upon. When two brothers had a disagreement in the Sons it was expected that they might meet in the ring if the clubhouse in question had a designated ring that was. Either way the fight should be agreed upon and planned. It was expected that the brothers would sort out the disagreement with a physical altercation essentially punching the aggression out. It was expected that once that aggression was fought out then the brothers would make up and all would be forgiven.

Chibs was certain that if he exchanged blows with Gunner, that there would be no forgiveness in the end. This was not a forgive and forget situation.

Chibs had the realization that Y/N had done him a favor in dragging him away from the fight. A fight between charters was not ideal; especially with SAMCRO’s current shaky financial situation dealing with the gun supply to the Irish.

Fighting between two members of SAMCRO and SAMTAC would not be favorable.

Chibs knew Clay would have his head if he lost his cool and beat the shit out of SAMTAC’s newest patched over member.

Still though, Chibs couldn’t help but to feel a slight sense of disappointment that he’d not been able to beat Gunner within an inch of his life.

He pushed back this desire, putting a lid on his anger, as Y/N and he finally arrived at her home, the long walk up to Y/L/N and Sons Funeral Home seeming all the more daunting.

Y/N stared up at the home finding the large Victorian home an equal mix of comforting and intimidating. She knew it sounded so strange but she often felt as though the house did not actually belong to her. It felt more as though she belonged to the house.

So many generations of her family had lived and died in the home. It felt more like a breathing living entity than a structure. If houses had souls she had to wonder and fear what her house’s soul would look like.

It felt as though she was destined to always be a part of the house. Even when she was away in New York, deep down inside she knew that she would always belong to this house. She was born here and she would die here.

She often found herself going back and forth between finding the concept soothing to finding it overwhelming and frightening.

She kept these thoughts to herself, sure it would make her seem unbalanced if she were to ever voice them outloud.

She fished her keys from her purse Chibs and she wordlessly making their way upstairs after locking the front entrance behind them.

Chibs frowned astonished to be met with a sliding wooden door not long after they made the long trek up the L-shaped stairs that took them from the funeral home portion of the home to Y/N’s living quarters.

She spoke her voice softly, explaining the large sliding door. “An addition from my grandmother sometime in the 1960s. I think she got sick of curious mourners being able to wander upstairs. Pretty sure her last straw was an Irish Wake my grandfather put together…she found some drunk mourner puking in her kitchen sink and she demanded my grandfather build some sort of physical separation from business to home.”

“Aye, sounds bout righ’ fer an Irish wake.” Chibs remarked knowing he’d attended quite a few during his days in Belfast and had probably puked in a few less polite places than a sink.

She slid the door open allowing Chibs to follow along behind her before she shut it behind them.

Chibs studied his surroundings as she flipped on a light switch. He was not surprised to find that upstairs was just as filled with as many pieces of old looking furniture as downstairs.

However the upstairs quarters seemed far more…cluttered…to put it politely. The walls felt busy with oil paintings and framed photographs. He remembered her commenting on how her ancestors had been obsessed with having portraits done. The floors were not without fine looking persian rugs. Knick knacks lined a wall of bookshelves along with more than enough books.

Chibs eyed some of the book titles knowing he shouldn’t be shocked by the content: Death in Medieval Europe, The Art and Science of Embalming, American Afterlife, The Art of Funeral Directing, Traditions of Death and Burial, Death and Burial in Ancient Egypt, Funeral Customs Around the World, Death and Dying in Ancient Times, Funerals of the Famous, and several other titles all dedicated to the business Y/N’s family had long been in.

He eyed a few other books mixed among all the death and funeral content: The Art of Vegetable Gardening, FolkTales and Fables From Around the World, the Guide to Successful Homemaking, Seventeenth Century Prose and Poetry, The Book of Home Taxidermy, among a few others.

He was also surprised by the sheer amount of cookbooks. It felt that there was a cookbook for every cuisine imaginable; French, Greek, Italian, and so on.

He followed her as she dropped her purse on a nearby end table beside an old looking rotary phone, a large chunk of amethyst, and what looked like a taxidermy squirrel under a glass dome that may have seen better days at one point.

He spotted a few more taxidermy pieces on the walls making the space seem all the more crowded; deer antlers, a ram of some sort, and a wild boar head.

She spoke over her shoulder clearly spotting the visual overload he was enduring as he tried to take in all the parts of her home. “I know it's a lot to take in…my father could never stand to part with anything. I think he could place sentimental value to just about anything in this place…especially after my mom died. I keep meaning to put some of this in storage, so it’ll feel more like my home than the family museum. I keep looking at paying to have a shed built out back to store this stuff in at least…I just haven’t gotten around to it.”

She paused speaking more to herself than to him. “I have a love-hate relationship with all the clutter. Most of it is family heirlooms but it made growing up here feel overwhelming. Pretty sure the bedroom is the only place that felt like my own as a kid. The house was built onto over the years and my ancestors collected things to fill it with. This house sometimes feels like a mouth with too many teeth.”

Chibs nodded his head wordlessly not helping but to agree with the final part of her statement. While the downstairs portion of the home felt spacious, even with the nice furniture, the upstairs section felt busy and like sensory overload.

She spoke as they reached the living room he eyeing the sofa, the burnt orange mid century design clearly from the 1960s. He spotted a nearby recliner that looked a little newer; a nice leather. He had to wonder if the recliner had belonged to her late father.

The Television sitting across from the sofa felt just as old; an old boxset with a dial to change the channel and bunny eared antenna. He had to wonder if the picture was black and white. He guessed she didn’t watch much TV.

She spoke nodding to him to take a seat. “Do you want a drink? I would offer a soda…but I feel like we need something stronger.”

“I’ll take whatever ya got.” He reassured her as he took a seat on the sofa relieved that it felt far cushier than it looked.

She made her way to the kitchen he sinking down into the sofa, his eyes studying his surroundings all the more.

He could understand what she meant by a mouth with too many teeth. The space felt overcrowded.

He swallowed the lump developing in the back of his throat spotting a framed photo on the wall, it hitting him that he was gazing upon a family portrait. The young woman standing in the photo holding the infant who had to be Y/N looked quite a bit like an adult version of Y/N though her hair color differed.

Y/N spoke as she returned to the room holding a bottle of Bourbon and two heavy looking glasses. She nodded to the photo on the wall. “The first official family photo featuring me. It was taken after my parents brought me home from the hospital…though the hospital visit was just to get me checked out…I was actually born in this house.”

She paused, shaking her head as she sat down beside him depositing the booze and glasses on a coffee table in front of them. “The doctor my mother was seeing at the time told my parents I was going to be late, so there was no worry over me hitting the first due date they set. Pretty sure the guy was hitting the sauce more often than not and wasn’t the most attentive to his patients. There were plans to just take my mother to the hospital and induce labor. I had other plans though. I was born in the kitchen. My poor mother had to birth me on the kitchen tile by the coffee pot, because I was coming too quickly to make it to the hospital. My father had to practically deliver me because the doctor they called up was taking his sweet time. My birth story was my father’s favorite story to tell…When I was a kid I would try to stand in the same spot my mom allegedly gave birth in, and see if I felt any different than I felt in any other area of the house.”

“Did ya?” Chibs dared to ask it taking him a moment to absorb the odd tale. He quickly realized the woman he adored did in fact hail from an eccentric family and it wasn’t just because of the family business.

“No, I never felt any different…much to my disappointment. I won’t lie though, it’s pretty freaking weird eating oatmeal in the same room you know you were born in.” She commented, shaking her head as she opened the bottle of bourbon pouring what was probably considered two too far full glasses.

She let out a soft sigh they sitting in silence for a moment both well aware they needed to broach the subject of what had happened at the fairgrounds but both uncertain of how to even start the conversation.

Chibs cringed as he watched her pick up her glass taking a slow sip from it he was able to spot that her wrist was beginning to bruise.

He reached out his touch feather light to the light reddish tint to her skin knowing that the blood was beginning to pool to that surface, as she placed her glass on the table in front of her. “Shite, Hen. I shoulda been there to protect ya..Fuckin’ prospect had me distracted. Half-nutted muppet was supposed to throw the last damn figh’. He owes us $35,000. I was caugh’ up scoldin him fer his fuck up”.

She spoke the sound of guilt in his voice making a sense of shame of her own wash over her. She wouldn’t have been in danger if she hadn’t had a history with Gunner. Her history with the Son had caught his attention and had resulted in his assault. “You can’t protect me from everything, Filip.”

“Aye, I can fuckin’ try though.” He remarked proving that he had a stubborn streak about as wide as hers.

The comment may have put an affectionate smile on her lips if she wasn’t so emotionally drained from the night. “I don’t think either of us anticipated my past would show up, at least not like this.”

She paused knowing that there was no way of avoiding this conversation. She just had to pray that he’d meant what he said back at the fairgrounds; that this talk would not change how he felt about her.

She let out a soft sigh watching him take a slow sip of his own drink. “I have a lot to tell you about me.”

He sighed, reaching out his hand clasping over hers as he spoke reassuring her of the words he’d said to her back at the fairgrounds. “Aye ya do, I promise ya I ain’ goin’ anywhere no matter what it is.”

She managed to give him a weak smile, not sure if she believed him though the statement was kind.

She gave his hand a light squeeze hoping he would not release her hand as he heard the entire story. She spoke knowing that this was the best place to start. “After my brother…got injured…You remember me mentioning I tried to kick Jax in the balls?”

Chibs smirked, nodding his head remembering that he was amused by the imagery. “Aye I recall that story.”

She sighed nodding her head. “I was angry and I blamed Jackson. He encouraged my brother to get into Harleys…Opie and Jax both did…Jax was the one who helped my brother find the damn bike. It was a piece of shit honestly, but they fixed it up a little…as much as my brother could afford. I loved my brother, he was my only friend growing up…My childhood was…lonely at best. I chose the isolation, or at least that’s what I claimed. The truth is, none of the other kids seemed too interested in befriending the kid who lived in the house their grandparents had their funerals in.”

She shook her head picking up her glass taking another drink with the hand that wasn’t locked in Chibs’ grasp. She spoke as she swallowed her drink cringing at the burn regretting not getting a chaser. “That night that I showed up at the clubhouse, the night after my brother tried to kill me…I wanted to kill Jax. Of course, I was barely 18 and probably barely 110 pounds soaking wet back then. I wasn’t going to do much damage to him. By some miracle he didn’t kick me out of the clubhouse…I think he felt sorry for me. He knew why I was there. News about my brother spread fast. I guess Jackson felt guilty in a way…remembered he’d talked my brother into the bike. He felt responsible for what happened to my brother…that sense of responsibility just shifted to watching over the drunk 18 year old girl trying to hit him outside a biker clubhouse.”

She paused, taking another sip as she continued. “He smoked a joint with me that night…after he let me scream at him about how much I hated him and wanted him dead. I got so high that I think I fell asleep on his shoulder…I didn’t smoke pot much back then. Despite my big mouth I was shockingly quite the good girl growing up. The only trouble I got in during high school was running my mouth…I mean I was a pest to Skeeter when he was living here in this house apprenticing under my father…and I tended to be willful even back then…impulsive, but I kept clean.”

Chibs smirked somewhat at the comment about her being a good girl. In any other situation he may have joked that teenage him would have enjoyed corrupting teenage her.

He kept his lips sealed though knowing now wasn’t the time for that joke.

She spoke, shaking her head ever so slightly. “After that night Jax kept inviting me back to the clubhouse…I think he could sense I was struggling…needed someone to talk to, even if I was still pissed off at him. We’d usually share a joint and he’d let me vent. I think I reminded him of himself in some ways, especially when I vented about the legacy I was expected to follow in my family…I think he felt the same about his own legacy. I think he was going through other shit too…Tara, his first love…she ditched Charming less than five years before and he was trying to distract himself. Taking care of me was a distraction…We were just friends at first…but booze and pot kind of aided into it becoming more of a friends with benefits situation.”

She paused, spotting the tension in Chibs’ jaw at the information. She swallowed the lump in her throat before speaking again trying to at least provide a hint of reassurance that this was not a love scenario. “Neither of us had any delusions about what we were doing. We weren’t interested in dating. The sex was never really an act of love. We didn’t see it as anything serious. We cared for one another just not in a romantic sense. We fought plenty enough for any romantic relationship to have been ruinous. I thought he was arrogant and bossy and he thought I was impulsive and irresponsible…both were true. Sex was a distraction.”

She paused again, a soft sigh leaving her spilling more of the truth. “Jackson wasn’t even my first. I’d already lost the big V card a few years prior to some guy who was visiting his family over the Summer…He snuck over to my place at like two am one night and I let him take my V card out near the old pet cemetery…Pretty sure he freaked out and disappeared once he spotted a tombstone…that experience was more of me wanting to get rid of the whole virgin status. Kid was a year older than me and the experience was full of disappointment. I think I remember thinking that if this was sex then I didn’t get the appeal because the guy came in ten seconds flat. I won’t lie and pretend that Jax didn’t at least show me the appeal of sex…Jax was just a means of distraction for me though. I didn’t have any delusions about his feelings towards me. Usually we’d just drink, smoke, and fuck. There was no sense that it was anything more than a distraction for us both. It went on for about a year where I showed up and we proceeded to take part in this weird ritual we’d built. He was definitely fucking other women and I was so interested in other guys.”

She spoke not daring to gaze in Chibs’ direction again. How did you explain to the guy who you were falling for that you’d fucked someone he was so close to in the past?

“The more time I spent at the club the more I fell into the chaos. It was like that thing we talked about on our second date…that world, SAMCRO, it lets you escape misery if you let yourself sink into chaos. I started to pull from Jax and spent more time indulging in what the clubhouse had to offer. Jax allowed it, he kept a close eye on me of course…Like I said, I think he felt responsible for me. I proved to be stubborn about his watchful eyes. I figured out that I was capable of charming other guys into bed…mostly nomads and maybe a few visiting non patched in guys who hit up the parties. Jax didn’t really approve, but like I said, we weren’t a couple and had zero interest in being one. I built an odd reputation around the clubhouse. I was young and willing to try just about anything…on my own terms at least. I wasn’t a croweater…Jax shut down any talk from anyone that I was just another croweater. I turned down more than a few guys and if they had shit to say about it they had to answer to Jax. Like I said, that weird screwed up sense of responsibility he felt for me. Most of the local patched in Sons knew just who my dad was and they were a little freaked out by the idea that my father had access to a cremator. So, between that and Jax, most of the local patched Sons didn’t try it with me…Tig tried once or twice, but I heard enough about some of his strange interests in the bedroom that I wasn’t interested. Even drunk, I wasn’t into it. I got into a lot of trouble due to my association with Jax and the club. I have a record that I’m not entirely proud of. It’s all light stuff; drunk and disorderly, disorderly conduct, reckless driving, a couple of DUIs. I paid plenty of fines and had to do some community service…pretty sure I attended a couple of alcohol awareness courses.”

She felt her throat grow tight staring down at the drink in her hand as she explained further. “The summer between my nineteenth and twentieth birthday Gunner showed up at the clubhouse for the first time. He was a nomad and I was indulging pretty hard still. I drank more than I ever did and I was getting bored with the pot. I was looking for a bigger high. I was getting weary of the usual Friday night party and Gunner offered me something more interesting. He always had plenty of narcotics and usually some acid…Usually he’d share whatever he had in whatever dorm he was crashing in. I know it was super frowned upon…the harder stuff. I always tried to reason with myself that at least it wasn’t heroin or meth or anything like that. He was happy to give me the Valium and the occasional codeine. It was a bigger high than the pot and the booze and I felt like my brain shut up for once. The shared pills came with expectations though. He was pretty damn rough the first time I let him fuck me. I thought I could take it though. I was high enough that I managed to shake off the roughness. He spent a few weeks staying in the Sons clubhouse that first month we met…and the routine continued with pills and sex that got increasingly rough. When he went back on the road I managed to talk myself into thinking it wasn’t as bad as I perceived it.”

She sighed her stomach knotting up as she willed herself to continue. “I almost forgot about him until he came back through for a longer stay. Jax didn’t approve of all the time Gunner and I were spending together. Didn’t help that Gunner and I proved to be pretty toxic when we both had too much to drink. I had a big mouth and he was more of an asshole than usual when we drank. Pretty sure I got arrested for getting into a physical altercation with him at a gas station during his second visit to Charming. Even with the arrest we got more attached to each other. The pills helped form that attachment. I was so determined to self-destruct and he…I don’t know what he was looking for with me. The sex got more…intense. He stopped caring about consent when it came to certain acts…Pretty sure to his ears no meant more. He didn’t seem to care if he hurt me. He pushed me into a few things I wasn’t comfortable with…anal that he didn’t prep me for properly…hitting and biting…the threesome with a croweater that felt so uncomfortable and not at all something I wanted to repeat…when I expressed my discomfort it was ignored. My comfort level was never something he paid much mind to. He was nice enough between the bedroom activities. I let myself believe that I was overreacting.”

She noticed Chibs’ grip on her hand grew tighter but she still refused to look into his eyes; she was terrified of what she would see in those eyes she’d found so lovely. She feared she’d see disgust.

She sighed knowing she had to get into the last event, the one that had pushed her off the path she’d been determined to go down. “The last straw happened a few months before my twenty-first birthday…Gunner was in town again. I tried Oxy that he gave me…I didn’t like it. It felt too strong…pretty sure he let me take too much. Things proceeded per usual. I think he was in a bad mood that night though…He was rougher than usual. I felt out of it for a while. As it proceeded, the high started to lift and I was filled with this sense of dread…it was a panic attack, I think. I realized I didn’t want to be there underneath him and I didn’t want him inside of me. I was still hazy but I was aware enough to try to tell him to stop. I don’t know if he just didn’t hear me or didn’t care…I think it was the latter. He choked me…he wrapped his hands around my throat and squeezed down. I started to feel my vision tunnel and I remember thinking I was going to die. I almost blacked out before he let go…and finished. I laid there afterwards while he fell asleep and I remember I was so afraid that I couldn’t move…I was petrified, just locked in this overwhelming sense of dread. The choking…it brought up traumas I hadn’t dealt with.”

Chibs felt bile rise in the back of his throat at the description, his mind flashing to exactly why the choking had been traumatic; her brother trying to choke her in anger just years prior to this incident she was describing.

He was disturbed by her comments about Gunner not caring about consent. He wanted to point out to her what that meant…what his ignoring consent had meant about anything he’d done to her.

He parted his lips to speak but she didn’t give him a chance speaking again continuing the story. “I woke up before him the next morning…barely made it to the bathroom before I puked…My entire body and my throat hurt so much and the vomit just made it all the worse. Prick didn’t even notice I got out of bed or didn’t care…I remember looking into the bathroom mirror and it was like I really saw myself for the first time in years. I realized I didn’t want to die anymore. I somehow managed to get dressed and literally walked for I don’t even know how long…I found a phone booth and called my dad…Told him I was tired and I wanted help.”

She paused her eyes watering somewhat as she continued though she made an attempt to wipe them placing her glass down on the coffee table. “It was the most humiliating moment of my life…my father pulling up in the hearse and finding me sitting on the sidewalk bruised, looking like hell, a cigarette hanging out of my mouth. I looked like I’d seen death. I’m amazed he didn’t walk down to the clubhouse and put a bullet in between Gunner’s eyes…and probably Jax’s too while he was at it. My father loved me deeply and I practically worshiped him, even with all the shit I put him through. He was a gentle soul even with as large of a man as he was. Seeing that someone had hurt me in that way…I’m shocked he didn’t put aside his gentle heart and get one of the hunting rifles he had out. I think Old Charlie talked him out of it. Made him realize the focus needed to be on taking care of me and then on me getting the hell out of Charming…giving me a chance to start over. My dad dipped into savings we didn’t have and sent me out east at my request. We didn’t talk about that day again…not until a few months before he died. He told me it was one of the worst days of his life because he had to see just what pain I’d gone through…but it was also the moment he knew he could breathe again…I was at my rock bottom and I was going to get better. I spent so long scaring him to death, and me admitting I was just as scared meant that I was going to be okay.”

She was stunned as Chibs finally spoke his hand squeezing hers so tight it was almost painful. She could pick up on a weepy tone to his voice much like the tone he’d picked up when he described his past in Belfast to her. “Oh, Hen…Christ, Love.”

She dared to turn to face him both relieved and surprised she saw no disgust nor any pity. He stared at her his eyes misty but filled with reverence for her. He spoke a storm beginning to brew behind those eyes she’d found such a pleasant shade of brown. She’d realized his eyes made her think of the rich soil in her greenhouse. It was a shade she associated with warmth and life. "If I'd known ya back then...oh, Hen."

He spoke his words anything but warm. “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill the prick.”

She shook her head a heavy sigh leaving her knowing that although she wouldn’t mind Gunner meeting karma she didn’t want that karma to come from Chibs. “No, I don’t want that.”

He furrowed his brow fast to speak again. “He practically fuckin’ raped ya, Lass, more than once from what it sounds like…that’s what it was ain’ it? Ya tol’ him to stop and he ignored ya. What do ya call it? How am I suppose’ to not kill him knownin’ all the times he hurt ya.”

She sighed knowing she’d already talked through the question about what her experiences with Gunner meant.

She took a deep breath, her voice soft. “I know what him not caring about my consent in most of our interactions together means. I’m well aware of it. I’ve had the therapy…and while I would love nothing more than to know that someone put a bullet through his skull…I would rather not have you go on trial for murder over a piece of garbage like him.”

Chibs sighed, tempted to tell her he’d gotten away with murder before…more than once with the cause and in service of SAMCRO. He held in the comment his voice tense. “I could do it. We could both do it, Hen…You got the means to get rid of his body.”

She shook her head giving his hand a soft squeeze as she spoke. “And say you do kill him…then all sorts of shit lands on SAMCRO’s lap. Pretty sure even your brothers talk…they will know all about the altercation at the fairgrounds. They’ve probably already heard about it. Let’s say you go off and kill the bastard and you’re even super subtle about it. SAMCRO and SAMTAC will still put a missing Son together with the last interaction he’d had with another Son over me. Pretty sure those guys you share a patch with are smart enough to connect the dots and realize that the member of one charter killed a member of another charter. I don’t know much about how SAMCRO operates, but I have a feeling that loyalty and falling in line with the good of the club is pretty smiled upon. I don’t think you going off and killing someone from the Tacoma charter over something that happened almost a decade ago is going to be swept under the rug. I have a feeling you going off and making that choice all by yourself is going to be seen as you being reckless in your brothers eyes…pretty sure reckless shit like that is seen as a threat to the club. Something like the Sons of Anarchy can’t survive when threats are allowed to exist.”

He glared down at his barely touched glass of bourbon not helping but to equally hate and adore how smart she was. She was once again proving she could work her way through any rage he felt. She was once again proving to be a voice of reason.

He knew she had a point and a surprising amount of insight as to just how his world within the club operated. The act he wanted to carry out on Gunner was the reason a sign hung in the Chapel at the clubhouse brains before bullets. He hated that she had a point.

He let out a shaky breath, his voice tight. “I want him dead. I don’ care how long ago this shite happened.”

She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, the action soothing him just the slightest. “I’ve wanted him dead for a while, Baby. Like I said though, it’s a risk I refuse to let you take. You mean way too much to me for me to let you take that risk.”

He let out a shaky sigh, his determination to go out and kill Gunner in cold blood slipping by the second.

He spoke mentally coming to compromise. “If he ever even thinks bout approachin’ you ever again…I’ll fuckin break his hands and his legs…make it so he can’t ride.”

She sighed knowing that this threat of violence wasn’t entirely welcome as far her fears of him placing himself as being seen as a threat to SAMCRO went. She held back the desire to point this out though knowing she had to compromise as well. “Okay, that’s fair.”

She reached out stroking his ever messy hair, his hand remaining locked in hers, his breathing uneven as he tried to calm himself.

She continued to press soft kisses to his cheek, her voice reassuring. “I’m okay, I promise.”

“Yer fuckin’ wrist tells a different story.” He responded, his stomach turning realizing that the hurt wrist was far from the worst injury she’d endured.

“I’ll heal. I’m pretty resilient. It’s a talent of mine.” She reassured him, pressing another kiss to his cheek.

He sighed closing his eyes, letting her press soft kisses against his cheek, her fingers trailing through his hair, as he continued to will himself to let go of the rage he felt.

She spoke after a long moment of silence daring to bring up the reassurance he’d given her before they’d gone down this road. “Have you changed how you feel about me? Knowing what you know?”

“Never gonna change how I feel bout ya.” He stated zero hesitation on his lips the comment soothing her fears so easily.

She dared to press the issue needing to know. “Even with the information about Jax?”

He sighed, rolling the question around in his brain. To be honest, he’d anticipated this information being a possibility. He had noticed enough through their interactions with one another to guess that there was a history there.

He wasn’t exactly thrilled by the history, but a voice in the back of his brain was quick to point out that it was exactly that history.

He spoke a small sigh escaping his lips. “Pretty sure ya ain’ interested in gettin back together with him.”

“I was never together with him, Filip. We had a very dysfunctional bond and we were both distracting each other from our own shit. Trust me though, it’s not a bond I’m looking to rekindle. We were never a couple. He may have looked out for me while I was going through my self-destructive phase at the clubhouse. He was far from being in a romantic relationship with me though. He never took me on an actual date. He didn’t hold my hand. He didn’t take me to get snow cones. We had zero interest in becoming anything more than a convenient fuck and a way to cope with our own issues. Christ, if we’d ever become an item we would have been disastrous…like the Titanic sinking level disaster.”

He nodded his head, giving her hand a squeeze he quick to reassure her. “I know. I’m the only one takin’ ya to get snow cones and holdin’ yer hand.”

She gave him a tight half smile shaking her head as she spoke. “I wasn’t sure how to tell you any of this. What do you tell the guy you’re super into that you’ve fucked a few of the guys he shares a brotherhood with?”

He gave her hand another squeeze, the words coming to him so easily. “Aye, pretty sure the lad yer into is into ya ‘nough that he doesn’t see much of a poin’ in gettin’ jealous over shite that happened almos’ a decade ago when he didn’t even know ya. We all got our indiscretions, Lass.”

He paused a small playful smirk crossing his features. “I’m also pretty sure the lad knows yer not interested in any of his brothers. Think he’s realized yer only interested in gettin’ a good thorough Glaswegian humpin’”

She scrunched her nose up at the comment though it didn’t fail to pull a giggle out of her, the sound beautiful to his ears after how dreadful the night had gone. “A thorough one huh?”

“Aye, I’m no’ one to disappoint, Hen.” He reassured her his lips pressing to hers the kiss soft.

She returned the kiss not shocked as it grew impassioned with little time. It was a trend she’d noticed with their latest kisses. It was far too easy to get lost in the feel of his lips against hers.

They closed their eyes, easily getting lost in one another the roller coaster of emotions of the night spilling out through their lips. They both found themselves chasing a feeling of security and adoration after the events of tonight.

She pressed a hand to his cheek, his hands sliding placing at her sides pulling her closer to him.

She couldn’t help but to get the sense that he was pouring all of his reassurances about what he’d heard tonight and his promises to continue to adore her and protect her in the kisses.

His mouth coaxed hers open with no effort, his tongue sliding across hers; she was always happy to allow him to dominate the kisses. He was far too great of a kisser to not fully allow him to take the reins. She had found that even with as headstrong as she was, she was perfectly happy to let him take control.

His hands roamed her body, apparently unsatisfied with staying stationary at her waist. She placed a hand on the back of his head, messing his short hair, her other hand stroking his jawline.

She let out a soft moan as he took a chance turning them just enough to rest against the sofa he found a place hovering over her.

She parted her thighs, an approving groan leaving his lips against the kisses as he found his place between her parted thighs.

She moaned a hot wash of lust sliding over her like a caress as he began to rock against her clearly intentending on giving her a preview of that Glaswegian humping he was teasing her about.

The fabric of the denim of their jeans felt far too thick at the moment and she was overwhelmed with the desire to rid them both of the offending fabric. It was a sin to have such a thick fabric between the perfect friction she knew they were capable of building.

She gasped her hands sliding underneath his kutte caressing his back through his shirt. She couldn’t help but to feel frustrated by how many layers he seemed to wear. He could do with far less of them in her opinion, especially at this moment.

She was surprised as he moved his lips from hers pressing them down her jawline down to her neck. He nipped at the delicate skin quick to follow the love bites with soft kisses and gentle swipes of his tongue.

She whimpered disappointed as he pulled back from her, his eyes no longer dark with anger but a distinct hint of lust and longing. He spoke an idea entering his mind. “Do you trust me, Hen?”

The words came to her so suddenly she was surprised that she didn't have to take a moment to consider what he was asking her. It seemed that none of the voices in the back of her head that usually taunted her about what she was falling into with SAMCRO were present at the moment. “Yes.”

He moved from her, she frowning a little confused as he stood up, his hand reaching out to hers.

She expected him to pull her up from the sofa to join him but instead pulled her only into a sitting position.

He got her to turn in her seat before he stepped between her legs. She frowned even more confused as he got down on his knees in front of her. He pressed his lips to hers not giving her long to contemplate what his plan was.

She returned the kiss with enthusiasm, a low disappointed whine leaving her as his lips parted from hers. He spoke a low chuckle leaving him the comment more to himself than to her. “Greedy, Love.”

He pressed his lips down her neck not giving her long to focus on the comment, his lips pressing soft sucking kisses into her skin. She had a feeling if he hadn’t already given her a successful hickey then he was going to do it quite soon.

He placed his hands on her sides, slowly sliding them under her top. His hands caressing her warm skin making her shiver ever so slightly at the contrast of his warm hands and the cold of his biker rings. His hands were rough from working in the garage at TM Auto, and his other activities with the Sons most likely, but his touch remained soft and full of reverence.

She gasped as he began to pull the top up, his lips parting from her neck, his voice gentle waiting for her response to proceed with pulling her top up too high. “This okay, Hen?”

She nodded her head he fast to speak again. “I need words, Love.”

She felt her heart flutter with adoration when she realized what he was doing; waiting for her to give him the go ahead.

He recalled her previous comment about Gunner not exactly respecting consent. It was so obvious that he was making it clear that nothing he planned on doing with her tonight was going to be done without enthusiastic consent from her.

She found the words it hitting her she was right to tell him she trusted him. “Yes, please.”

He pulled the shirt up and over her head a low appreciative groan leaving his lips as the sight of her lace covered breasts. The bra was soft pink and sweet looking just like the pink of the converse he’d spotted on her feet more than once and the soft pink of her nails he’d noticed that first day the Sons had visited her downstairs at the Funeral Home.

He was tempted to unfasten the bra and reveal what lay under the delicate looking lace, but held back quickly deciding he wanted to take his time with her and what he had planned for them both.

He spoke the words soft. “Fuckin perfect breasts, Hen.”

She felt a soft gasp leave her knowing it was not the first time a man had made an attempt to comment on her assets, but she was quite certain no man had ever sounded so certain of his praise.

She had a distinct feeling that Chibs Telford wasn’t just feeding her empty bedroom talk.

He pressed his lips to hers moving them eagerly down her chin and down the expanse of her throat. He pressed soft adoring kisses to her skin, she closing her eyes sinking back into the sensation.

The rough scratch of his facial hair tickled against her skin. His lips were slightly chapped. But the kisses were so gentle. It felt as though he was certain if he kissed her too hard she might shatter underneath him.

He pressed his lips down to the cleavage he’d so shamelessly admired more times than he could count. His kisses remained adoring and sweet working more soft noises from her.

He groaned against the plush feel of her cleavage and the scratch of the lace covering the breasts he’d been so fast to compliment.

The more base part of his brain wanted to rip the bra right off her. He wanted to bury his face between her breasts. He wanted to suckle her nipples, making the little buds harden to a point. He wanted to suck love bites into the delicate skin of her breasts. He wanted to unfasten his belt and yank his jeans and boxers down. He wanted to slide his quickly waking cock between the valley of her breasts before cumming down into her open mouth or better yet along her skin marking her with his seed.

He shoved the thought from his mind though it did not fail to work a moan from him. He silently shoved back his hormones telling himself that tonight would not be about his pleasure.

There would be plenty of time for him to reach his own gratification with her body. Tonight was going to be about her. He was determined to worship her the way she deserved.

She giggled as he buried his head against her breasts, rubbing his face against them, a low hum leaving him. The action of motorboating her was unexpected but did make the act of what he seemed to be leading up to feel playful and light.

She wasn’t sure if she’d ever felt something this light and adoring with any other man.

He pulled his head reluctantly from her breasts pressing his lips down further sliding them along her torso.

She sighed, sinking further into the touch still unable to get over how gentle the kisses to her skin remained. She giggled as his body moved at a somewhat awkward angle, bumping into the coffee table behind him, the glasses of bourbon sloshing a little. He spoke a low noise of frustration leaving him. “Bleedin’ table.”

His frustration with the odd angle didn’t last long before he spoke, his hands sliding along the button of her jeans. His voice remained soft, his breath warm against her skin, he toying with the button to her jeans. “We okay to lose these, Hen? Talk to me, Love.”

She found her voice nodding her head frantically. “Yes, we’re okay.”

He moved slowly unbuttoning the jeans and lowering the zipper. She lifted her hips up obediently as he placed his hands at the hem of her jeans pulling the dark denim down her body.

The jeans slid down her legs, he tossing them aside. She felt all too exposed in front of him and suddenly wished she’d chosen a more flattering pair of panties than the simple lilac cotton panties she’d worn.

She didn’t have too long to worry that the choice wasn’t the most seductive as Chibs spoke his voice once again so full of awe. “Gorgeous, Hen. Mos’ perfect sigh’ I’ve ever seen, Mo ghràidh.”

She didn’t have long to question the unfamiliar words he’d ended the comment with his lips pressing to her thighs, his facial hair tickling her skin enough to work a giggle from her lips, the action putting a smile on his lips.

He worked slowly pressing his lips to the soft skin of her thighs, not minding the awkward angle he had to bend his body in to perform this action with her sitting on the sofa.

He had a feeling any odd cricks he might develop in his neck would be well worth it.

He pressed his lips to both thighs before delicately pressing them along her hips. She gasped as he pressed his lips against her center. He pressed soft kisses through the cotton fabric, a moan leaving him as he realized just how damp the panties had grown.

He spoke his voice an appreciative growl. “I barely even touched ya an’ yer already so wet fer me, Hen.”

She moaned the comment making her cheeks flush from more than arousal. She couldn't find it in her to be too embarrassed at her body’s reaction to him. She spoke making her wants clear. “Take my panties off, Filip.”

He moaned his cock throbbing against the confines of his jeans at the demand. It was beyond a clear enthusiastic consent he’d been requesting from her from the moment they’d started this.

He obeyed his fingers sliding under the fabric she lifted her hips once again helping him slide the fabric from her body.

He moaned, tossing the fabric aside he focused less on them and more focused on what lay below them.

He groaned at the sight of her his cock throbbing all the more persistently. He spoke his voice a low moan. “Fuckin’ beautiful sigh’. Never seen somethin’ so perfect.”

She felt her cheeks flush all the darker knowing in the past when a guy she particularly liked had her this exposed she would be tempted to press her legs together and hide herself from his gaze.

Chibs hands on her thighs showed her though that he had little intention of even allowing her to think of hiding her center from him.

She was relieved that she’d recently thought to take care of her bikini line though she did it at home. She might occasionally get her legs waxed professionally, but the idea of allowing anyone to professionally wax such a sensitive area of her body made her feel beyond awkward.

So, she groomed herself using a razor made for the process to shave her bikini line and the occasional wax strip. She took care of everything in a warm bath carefully taking care of the act of grooming. She kept things neat and trimmed, not ever having been one to want to wax off everything completely.

She’d had a few boyfriends in the past comment on any sign of pubic hair with disgust as though somehow hair on her body was any more disgusting than hair on their body.

She was relieved that Chibs did not seem to mind the fact that she didn’t care to go for a brazilian wax. The look of lust in his eyes told her that he was not one to turn his nose up at the slightest hint of pubic hair.

He moved at the best angle for this, encouraging her to slide her body down the sofa and place her legs over his shoulders putting him at a closer angle to her soaked center.

He spoke his voice low and need filled. “Let me eat this pussy, Hen. Wanna make ya feel so good.”

She nodded her head the words that left her a soft gasp. “Please, Filip.”

The permission was all the inspiration he needed for him to bury his face against her center. He ran his tongue slowly through her wet folds, running them from her perineum up to her clit.

He gently lapped at her, taking his time clearly enjoying himself. He was overtaken about how absolutely soaked she felt.

It was a massive ego boost to realize that he was drawing this reaction from her. He’d dreamed about how wet she could get for him from the moment he’d first realized he wanted her. He was quite certain if he didn’t have his mouth currently occupied he’d exclaim how lucky he felt in this moment to have her and how badly he’d been dreaming of it.

He’d never imagined that day he’d first met her at the crematorium that he’d have the privilege of eating her pussy. He’d hoped he would have the opportunity to romance her and had dreamed of what that might entail. Reality made his dreams pale in comparison though.

He could admit that he was currently overtaken with the thought that this was as close to heaven as he ever might get. He was certain he could die happy here with his face buried against her wet center knowing he was the one pleasing her.

He was also capable of admitting that he had always loved giving oral though it was not a privilege he had with many of his bedroom partners.

He’d never been fond of going down on the croweaters without some form or protection. He was less than inclined to do anything sexual with them without protection. Dental dams could often be frustrating to deal with though so he rarely went down on the women who were all too happy to bed any member of SAMCRO. It was because they were so willing to bed any member of SAMCRO, that Chibs found himself unwilling to engage with anything sexual with them without a condom or dental dam. He was not about to risk getting an STD in exchange for some quick pleasure.

Given his lack of opportunity to eat pussy, he was almost worried he’d lost his touch. Judging by Y/N’s reaction though, he felt confident in saying he still had it.

She placed a hand over one of the hands he had pressed to her thigh gently caressing it.

He moved his hand placing it over hers linking their fingers together as continued to lap at her with enthusiasm.

She pressed a hand to the back of his head, her fingers digging into his scalp, the action working a low growl from him, the noise vibrating against her center.

She whined as he used his free hand to gently press between his mouth and her center. He found the hood over her clit pushing it back gently, his tongue sliding over the sensitive bud the action causing a high pitched whine to leave her, her thighs shaking at the action.

He alternated between lapping at her center flattening his tongue , suckling the lips of her labia and gently suckling at her clit. He found a rhythm that made her gasp and tremble against him. He spent a good long while repeating the routine more soft moans and whines of his name leaving her the sound spurring him on.

She felt his name slide from her lips, the noise feeling more like a prayer as she soaked up his ministrations.

She was quite sure that no one had ever eaten her out with this much skill nor this much enthusiasm. She was almost certain that even if he lacked the skill that the enthusiasm would make up for it all on its own. She was pleased to find that ability and eagerness seemed to be hand in hand when it came to his talents in this act.

Being in this moment with him easily made how horrible tonight had been easily started to fade so far from her mind. The only thing she could focus on was the man pleasing her and how she was sure she could never be without him.

When he’d first shown her a hint of interest she’d been so certain she wanted him to get lost. Now, she was sure she never wanted to lose him. She was sure she would do whatever it took to keep him by her side. The realization that she’d do anything for him did not frighten her. It seemed so obvious that she’d do anything for him. It felt like a simple fact. It was as though she was explaining that the sky was up and she needed oxygen to survive.

He kept his gaze locked on her as he pleased her, staring up at her body taking in how stunning she was; her skin flushed, her lips parted, her head fallen back. She was by far the most stunning woman he’d ever laid eyes on and somehow she was here with him of all people. He was determined to keep her here by his side. He’d do anything for her. He knew he’d proven that by his declaration that he’d kill for her tonight.

She gasped as he began to focus all the more on her clit, the bud growing more swollen the more her arousal spiked. The words slid from her she unable to stop herself. “Feels too fucking good, Baby, please. Please, Baby.”

Chibs groaned against her, the praise making his cock throb so violently it was almost painful. He was tempted to reach down and at least unfasten his belt and jeans to give him some relief. He reminded himself that tonight was for her though. He would ignore his aching erection if it meant focusing on pleasing her.

He kept up his attention on her clit realizing that if he kept it up she would reach her end sooner than later.

She gasped her back arching as her end became closer and closer within grasp. His name worked from her lips, the praise leaving her. “So fucking good Filip. Too good to me, Baby.”

He moaned against her wanting to exclaim that it was her who was too good to him. He wanted to exclaim that she was probably too good for a man like him and he was thankful and in awe she wanted him. His desire to push her over the edge kept him from voicing this though his attention remained on her clit.

He gently suckled at the bundle of nerves, the action making a low curse leave her, her back arching all the more.

She spoke her voice a soft gasp voicing her impending fall. “So close, Please, Filip.”

Her hand grasped on to his all the tighter her nails digging into his skin, her thighs beginning to quiver the end so close now.

A low tingle of pleasure began to develop in her rising and building within her, her body growing tense. Her fingers grasped onto the back of his head tugging at his short hair, the action working a hiss from him though he didn’t allow it to distract him.

Her body twitched her thighs locking around his head as she felt herself slide over the edge, the orgasm hitting her hard. Cries of his name left her lips along with the pet name she’d given him tonight Baby.

He groaned, working her through her orgasm eagerly lapping at her wet center a pleased noise leaving him at the knowledge that he’d pleased her this much. A smug voice in the back of his head exclaimed that this was all for him.

He kept his tongue flattened gently running it through her center as her body grew slack as she came down from her fall.

She whined her body jerking against the action. It was clear she had become oversensitive and the act was going from being pleasurable to feeling overwhelming.

He reluctantly parted from her center gazing up at her as he wiped the dampness of her arousal from his lips and facial hair.

He pressed his lips to her stomach moving them up her body not minding how clammy her skin had grown under his treatment.

She seemed to be pulled from her post-orgasmic haze as his lips pressed to hers, she finding the taste of herself on his lips strange but not entirely unappealing.

She moved her hand down his chest sliding it down his torso slowly as they continued to kiss.

He groaned as she slid her hand over the obvious bulge in his jeans giving his erection a light squeeze.

He was tempted to allow her to proceed. He was tempted to let her please him the way he’d pleased her just moments ago.

He resisted though reluctantly pulling from her grasp. He spoke his voice reassuring as he noticed her frown, she fearing she’d made some misstep. “I wan’ tha’ more than ya know Mo ghràidh. Tonigh’ ain’ bout me though, Hen. What I jus’ did was all fer ya, Hen. Tonigh’ is jus’ fer ya, Lass. It’s bout me showin’ ya jus’ how ya deserve to be treated.”

She was certain her heart might overflow with adoration at the words. She was tempted to insist that she wanted to give him pleasure. Tonight was about her but she wanted to make him feel good too.

She kept the words within though certain he meant business. It seemed he had no intention of worrying about getting himself off tonight. She felt her heart swell at the last part of his statement. He wanted to show her how she deserved to be treated.

She pressed her lips to his the kiss chaste considering what they’d just done. She spoke her voice soft. “My sweet man.”

She pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, unable to stop herself from saying it. “You have given me more than I deserve.”

“Nah, no’ enough.” He insisted making her heart swell for him all the more.

She pressed another kiss to his cheek, the words that left her pleading. “Stay with me tonight. Sleep here with me.”

He pressed his lips to hers as he spoke knowing she didn’t need to plead with him for him to give in to the offer. “Aye, Hen. Don’ wanna rest my head anywhere else.”

He wrapped his arms around her holding her against him feeling the rage he’d felt tonight fade too far for him to grasp.

He closed his eyes holding her tight promising himself he’d find more ways to show her what she deserved. He wanted to do what it took to be worthy of her trust and her desire to have him sleep by her side.

He let his mind marinate over the details she’d given him about her past, a promise crossing his mind. No one would ever mistreat her again. He made a silent promise to himself that she would never know that pain again. She would never have a reason to fall into chaos to escape pain. No one would ever harm her as long as he was around.

He would do whatever it took to keep her safe by his side. He would do what it took to make sure that he deserved to be by her side.

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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

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

Words - 491

Warnings - Smut below the cut! Minors DNI!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 6 months

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roommate!carmy fic incoming sometime this weekend... depending on when it gets finished <3 edit - read it here.

cowboy!spencer fic also incoming whenever it's finished, very soon <3

I also have a chibs telford smut fic in the works currently... I know he has a very niche audience but he makes me feral so I'll write him for me and the 4 other people that love him

as always, let me know if you want to be tagged in any of these <3

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band--psycho · 1 year

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Chibs Telford x Reader-Stuck With You

The next story for my Christmas Writing Challenge, requested by the amazing @munsinner

I hope you all enjoy this!💛

Prompt-What do you mean we're stuck here?!

Warnings - Smut (18+)

“What do you mean we’re stuck here?” Y/n asked, frustration lacing her voice.

She was sat in a broken down car, with the last man she wanted to be with, Chibs fucking Telford. Of all the people in the world, she had to be stuck in a car with him.

She didn’t use the word hate often, but she definitely hated him. Most people hate the first person to break their heart and Chibs did that.

He might've as well just torn her heart out of her chest and stomped on it.

She was twenty, when she fell for the Scotsman of the Sons of Anarchy motorcycle group. No one knew about their relationship; it was a secret that they both kept, mainly because they didn’t want other people to have an opinion on their relationship.

She was twenty-one when he broke her heart. She couldn’t bear being around him, watching him flirt with other women as though she didn’t exist, so when a job opportunity in New York came up, she took it without hesitation.

That was four years ago, and yet still when she saw him her heart ached.

A small scoff left Chibs’ lips. He didn’t particularly want to be stuck in a car with Y/n either. Being stuck in a car with the women he was head over heels for but could never have, wasn’t exactly a great thing for him.

But he wanted to see her again, he missed her…that’s why he agreed to collect her from the hotel she was staying in while Jax and the others sorted out some slightly difficult business while Gemma and Tara got things sorted for the Christmas party. Gemma and Clay didn’t know Y/n was coming to the Christmas party, it was a surprise her and Jax had sorted out.

He knew she hated him.

He broke her heart.

Though inbreaking her heart, he also broke his own, because he did love Y/n Teller. Even to this day.

But he had to end their relationship. For her safety and the clubs, all because of Jimmy O.

He’d taken an interest in Y/n and managed to spot the feelings Chibs had for her..,,of course Chibs could’ve told the club about his and Y/ns relationship, told them about the threat Jimmy O had made to him, so that they could keep her safe…but he knew that the club needed Jimmy O, so he ended his relationship with Y/n.

“I mean, we’re stuck here,” he replied, his voice softer than hers but an evident sense of irritation.

“You’re a mechanic, can’t you fix it?” Y/n scoffed.

Chibs shook his head, “I could try if I had any of the tools, but oddly enough Lass, I didn’t expect to be breaking down,”

‘This can’t be happening’ Y/n thought to herself, as a frustrated sigh left her lips as she looked at her phone; no service.

She opened the car door, the sharp chill in the air making her regret her decision to leave the warmth of the car almost instantly and it certainly made her regret her clothing choices of a thin jumper dress and heeled boots; but she’d rather freeze than stay in the car with him for a moment longer. All she had to do was walk far enough to get a signal on her phone, then she could call a taxi, get away from Chibs and get to the party to see her family.

So she started walking.

“Y/n where are you going?” Chibs questioned as he also exited the car.

She ignored him and just kept walking.

“Y/n, just stop,”

Again, Y/n ignored him, until her steps were halted when she felt his fingers wrap around her wrist.

For a split second, she felt her heart flutter as though it had never been broken…then all the memories came washing back over her as she attempted to recoil from him.

“Why are you doing this? Acting like you give a shit about me?” Y/n asked, her voice barely above a whisper; she couldn’t understand him. He broke her heart and then acted like she didn’t even exist, and yet in his eyes, Y/n thought he saw genuine care for her.

And that not only confused her but angered her as well.

“Because I do give a shit about ye,” he answered, squeezing her wrist slightly.

“Don’t-“

“I love ya, Y/n”

“No you don’t, and I don’t love you,”

Chibs knew she was lying, even after all these years, she was still a terrible liar.

He didn’t know what came over him, but he knew that nothing he said, she’d believe.

So he pulled her towards him and placed his lips on hers before she had a chance to say anything.

Y/n wanted to pull away from the kiss and slap him, before walking away from him.

But she didn’t, instead she found herself melting into the kiss.

Her hands tangled into his silvering hair, while his hands moved to her waist.

Quickly the kiss became heated. Full of desire and longing but also anger and hurt.

Soon enough and without breaking the kiss, Y/n's back was pressed up against the car.

“I hate you,” Y/n mumbled against his lips, trying to ignore how aroused he’d made her, just from a kiss. While also trying to ignore his erection which was pressing against her and how much she wanted his dick in her mouth.

A low chuckle left Chibs’ lips as one of his hands lifted reached down to under her dress. His hand gently slipped past the thin material of her panties, his thumb began to rub small circles on her clit while one of his fingers slipped insideher dampening pussy.

“Is that why ye’re already soaked, love?” He cooed in her ear, hearing a small moan leave her lips at his words.

Y/n wanted to argue with him; to stop him from doing what he was doing; but despite the anger that was boiling in her veins, she couldn’t bring herself to tell him to stop.

The last time she’d felt pleasure like this was the last time they’d slept together; sure she’d slept with a few guys when she was in New York, but none of them had made her feel this good, and she knew he hadn’t even really started yet.

He slowly pumped his finger in and out of her dripping pussy for what felt like hours to Y/n, but in reality it was only a few torturous minutes; he watched with a smirk on his while Y/n attempted to hold back her moans.

“Don’t hold back on me, love, let me hear ye,”

As he said those he added another finger inside of her, eliciting a loud moan from her lips.

God he’d almost forgotten how much he loved it when she made that sound.

He knew she was close; he could tell by how quick her breathing was and how her hips were bucking against him, she was near enough bouncing on his fingers.

For a few seconds, his fingers paused their movements, though his thumb still continued to rub her overly sensitive clit.

Then he continued. Faster. Hitting her g-spot each and every time.

“Cum,” he whispered softly against her lips, before connecting their lips once again, swallowing the moan that came from Y/n as Y/n's euphoric orgasm ripped through her body.

It was safe to say her panties were soaked as was Chibs’ hand.

“Tell me to stop,” he muttered; pressing his forehead against hers; his dry hand moving to her face, caressing her cheek.

She looked up at him with questionable eyes; she didn’t want him to stop. She should’ve. She hated him. That’s what she kept telling herself anyway, but the truth was she still loved him.

“Tell me to stop, otherwise I’m gonna bend ye over the hood of this car and fuck ye,”

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He bent her over and fucked her over the hood of the car; he also made her cum two more times when they got back in the car; and now they were cuddled up in the backseat with a spare blanket Chibs had in the trunk of his car.

Neither of them had really said anything to each other since they got cuddled up under the blanket, even though both of their minds were racing with things to say to one another.

“Why did you do it?” Y/n asked quietly, anxiously playing with her fingers, trying desperately to keep herself together.

Chibs knew what she was talking about.

So he explained it, all of it, everything that Jimmy O had told him, the threats he made against her and the club.

To say Y/n was shocked would’ve been an understatement; but she was also still angry at him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

The tone of her voice, clearly showing her anger.

“Ye would’ve stayed,” he sighed, his hand rubbing her arm soothingly, in an attempt to calm her anger.

“Of course I would’ve stayed, I love you,”

She only realised what she’d said when she saw how Chibs’ eyes softened.

“So where do we go from here, love?” He questioned, wondering what her admission meant. If it changed anything between them or if there was no possible way for them to go back to how they once were.

Truth was, Y/n didn’t know.

She loved him. But she didn’t know if she could trust him with her heart again, even though she somewhat understood the reason he didn’t tell her. It still hurt that he kept the truth from her.

“I love you, Filip,” she began, placing her hand over his, “but even after all this, we can’t just jump back in to what we were,”

He pressed a soft kiss on the top of her head, “I know,”

It was going to be a long road; for both of them. But both of them were willing to try and again; because the truth was, they’d both been miserable without each other.

“Think we’re gonna be late to the Christmas party,” Chibs chuckled as Y/n nestled into his chest.

“I’m sure someone will come and find us,” Y/n said; and as if in cue they both heard a motorcycle engine relatively close by and they both frantically got dressed before getting found by Tig who was on his motorcycle and Jax, who pulled up beside them in Gemma’s car.

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marvelous-slut · 1 year

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Chibs Telford x reader

Warnings: 18+, SMUT! Minors DNI, unprotected sex

Idk man I’ve been watching Sons and this man just has me feeling some type of way, enjoy

“Can I have a minute?” You ask Chibs, taking him away from one of the crow eaters that straddled his lap. He motions her off, the blonde rolling her eyes and making sure you saw the smug smirk plastered on her face. As badly as you wanted to rip it off, you decided to save your energy for a bigger and better task. He stands up, the smell of cigarettes and cologne hitting you.

“What lass, I’m in the middle of something.” You let out a chuckle, feeling anger pulse through your body. You lead him down the hall to his dorm, locking the door behind you. You grab him, pulling him close and slamming your lips onto his.

“You’re so worried about those crow eaters,” pausing as you push him slightly onto the bed, “when I’m right in-front of you.” You straddle him, placing your lips onto his neck. “Maybe i should go, I’m sure Tig or Happy would gladly have me instead of one of those crow eating bitches.” You go to stand up, he grabs your hand pulling you back into position.

“Now dear, you know that’s not a good idea. Do you think they can make you feel the way I can?” He asks, brushing his hand under your skirt, dangerously close to the wet fabric that sat between your legs.

“Oh you’re right baby, they could make me feel better.” You tease, knowing this would get him going. He flips you onto your back on the bed, pulling down your lace thong and skirt all in one motion. He immediately slides a finger in, forcing out a moan from you.

“You think so lass? Why are you in my dorm and not theirs then? Couldn’t stand another woman giving me the time of day, aye?” He slides another finger into your wet slit, pumping in slowly but harshly.

“None of them compare to you darling.” He whispers into your ear, moving his lips down your body, his mouth grazing over the thin fabric of your shirt. You pause, taking a moment to rip it off and throw it with the rest of your clothes. He’s still pumping his fingers into you, making sure you feel every thrust of them.

“Chibs,” you moan out, grabbing a handful of his hair, pulling him to your face. “I need you.”

“Aw lass, now you need me? Maybe I should send ye back out to the party. Soaking wet, let Tig or Happy handle the mess I’ve made.”

“No baby, I want you.” You let out, he removes his fingers, licking them slowly. He pulls his pants down, placing a hand around his thick cock and lines it up with your entrance.

“Trying to be dominant back fired. You know better.” He says softly, pushing into your throbbing cunt as slow as humanly possible. “You know I’m the boss here.”

“I know baby.” You try to silence your moans and avoid eye contact with him. He pulls you back and makes sure you are face to face with him, eyes looking right into his.

“Darlin’, I want you to look at me when I fuck you. I want all those boys to know how I’m fucking you.” With this, you let out a moan that was sure to be heard through the club house. He pumps into you harshly, running a hand up around your throat, making sure to not hurt you but to let you know who’s in charge.

“Chibs, oh my God.” You let out, he smirks, picking up his pace, slamming in and out of you.

“That’s right doll, let them all hear you. Make sure those damned crow eaters know who I’m fucking like this.” You run your hands up his back, leaving marks up and down. “Now, I want you to cum for me darling.” The words he says, the thoughts of those women and his brothers hearing him fuck you senseless sends you over the edge. Seeing you reach your climax sends him to his. Once he’s done, he pulls out, letting his seed seep out of you. Throwing you a towel he had sitting beside his bed.

“Clean up and come back out there to me. If it wasn’t made obvious, I want everyone to know what just happened.” He says with a wink, leaving the room.

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Better offer

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pairing: Chibs Telford x plus-size reader

words: 4292

warnings: there is 18+ content throughout (minors DNI), smoking, a whole lot of smut, unprotected sex, short mention of squirting

Summary: Chibs was gone for a few days with the club and you went to a bar with your friends, meeting a guy. Suddenly Chibs appears out of nowhere and has a better offer...

link to my masterlist and previous parts

You were out with friends. You hadn’t done that in a while and you had to admit that the reason for that was Chibs. By now, you saw each other several times a week, having sex most of the time if he wasn’t called away for some club business.

And now, the Sons were out of town for a couple of days and your sex-supply was cut off. He was gone for 8 days, 5 hours and 28 minutes, but who was counting?

He called you every other day and maybe a text here and there even though he wasn’t big on texting and it was difficult with the burner phones.

Since you’ve never talked about being exclusive and you didn’t get any vibes that Chibs wanted to be in a relationship with you or anyone, for that matter, you had fun with your girls and meeting new people. A group of men joined you at the bar and you all started to chat, hang out and buy some rounds. You ended up making-out with one of the guys, but it felt kinda off, not like it used to be. And then it hit you, he just wasn’t Chibs.

It wasn’t that late when you all decided to leave together. Outside the bar, some of you started to have a smoke and discussing where to go next. The guy you had made out with stood close to you and talked about his job, but you weren’t really listening. He was still trying to get with you even though you kept your distance after the little make-out-session. He wasn’t being weird or creepy, just trying.

You looked at him while he talked, really looked at him. He was good-looking, actually kinda your type or at least, it used to be. But compared to Chibs, he was a boy. You would rather go another round on your vibrator than this guy.

You were still talking to him when you heard the sound of a motorcycle behind you. Just the sound made your heart flutter. When you turned around, you found Chibs on his bike parking next to the boardwalk. At the sight of him, your heart started racing. All you wanted to do was run over and jump into his arms. But you also were a bit tipsy and therefore bold enough to play it cool.

“Excuse me for a second”, you told the guy, threw down your cigarette and put it out with your shoe. You walked over to Chibs who was sitting on his bike, taking off his riding gloves and watching your every step as you came towards him.

“Look who’s back in town?”, you said and crossed your arms in front of your body, pushing your boobs up a bit until they were almost spilling out of the neckline of your dress. With satisfaction, you noticed his eyes dropping down for a moment before he looked at your eyes again.

“Aye, just got back”, he told you and took his helmet off and hanging it on one of the handles of the bike. “Ya havin’ fun with the gals?”, he asked and nodded towards your group of friends who were still talking to the guys, but also kept an eye on you.

You had told them that you were kinda seeing someone at the moment, someone a little older, but not that he was part of the M.C.

“You know, drinking with the girls, making new friends”, you told him, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. Your feet started to hurt in the high heels.

Chibs leaned over a little and looked past you at the people, who were not so discretely looking in your direction by now. He leaned back and smiled lightly.

“Any further plans for your evening, lass?”, he inquired further and looked you up and down. You would probably never admit it to him, but you really loved it when he did that.

“It depends”, you taunted, leaving the rest of the sentence hanging in the air. “On what?”, he asked. “On your plans for the evening”, you replied. Chibs pulled up one corner of his lips for a short smile than handed you his helmet. You didn’t even need a second to think about it.

You took it from his hands, put it on and got on the back of his bike, which wasn’t easy in a dress but luckily the skirt was a loose fit and you were able to tuck it under your bum and legs to not flash everyone when you drove off.

“Hey, where are you going?”, your acquaintance called over as he saw you getting on the machine but the end of his sentence got lost in the sound of the engine as Chibs revved it up.

“She’s got a better offer, son”, Chibs answered instead of you and you hid your smile at his back as you both drove off.

While you raced through the night, your arms were wrapped tightly around his waist, your front and cheek were pressed against his back. It was nice to have him close again, to feel his body against yours, even though there were way too many layers of clothing between you.

When you got off his bike at your apartment building, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. As soon as the doors of the elevator closed behind you, his lips were on yours, pressing you against the elevator wall. One of his hands moved under the skirt of your dress, roaming your thigh.

The ride ended way too soon and you both stumbled out of the elevator and almost ran over to your apartment.

You were just about able to close the door after Chibs had entered before his mouth was on yours again. You let go of your little purse and the keys and they hit the ground with a thud.

Chibs pressed you against your door while his mouth moved onto your neck. You felt him sucking on your skin, making one of his infamous hickeys, but you couldn’t care less. You wanted to scream, “Mark me all you want”, but his hands took your breath away when his fingers slipped inside your panties.

You felt him collecting your juices on is fingertips and rubbing it over your clit. You couldn’t hold back a moan and your head fell back against the hard wood of the apartment door.

His hands left your body, but only for the time it took him to unzip his pants and push them down his thighs. With one hand, he lifted your right leg up and around his hip while he pushed aside the damp material of your panties. You stabilized yourself with your hands on his shoulders as he guided himself inside you and you both moaned out loud at the contact.

“Fuck, I missed that pussy”, he hissed when he bottomed out inside you. Your hips sunk a bit deeper to meet his. He started to thrust into you and pressed you against the door with every snap of his hips.

The sex was a bit rougher this time. If it wasn’t so unlikely, you’d think he was jealous because he saw you with another guy tonight. It kinda turned you on that you could make a guy like Chibs jealous even if it was just in your head.

“Oh god”, you called out as you felt your orgasm approaching rapidly. The whole situation was just so hot, you couldn’t help yourself. You could feel and see that Chibs was just as pent up as you were after the time apart. It also told you that he probably didn’t find some release elsewhere while he was gone and you only now realized how important that was to you.

“Fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming”, you panted and clung to his body as your knees started to get weak. Chibs had one hand under your knee, holding it on his hip while the other one supported himself on the door next to your head. His growls got deeper and that was a sign that he was close, too.

“Ugh, fuck, lass, ya feel so good”, he grunted through gritted teeth and his hips drove into you hard. It only took two more thrusts and you both fell over the edge together. His head dropped onto your shoulder as he was trying to catch his breath. Your head moved over, pressing your cheek against his temple.

You remained in that position for a few moments before you untangled from each other and Chibs slipped out of you. He pulled his pants back up but didn’t bother to zip it close, he wouldn’t be wearing it for much longer.

You kicked off your shoes and your hurting feet welcomed the coolness of your wooden floors. You grabbed Chibs’ hand and led him to your bedroom.

“Get comfortable, I’ll be right back”, you told him with a seductive smile and a kiss that left him wanting more before you disappeared in the bathroom.

At first, you took a deep breath and looked at yourself in the mirror. Your mascara was smeared around your eyes and your lipstick was pretty much absent by now. Your cheeks were flushed and your forehead was glistening with sweat. And a smile was plastered across your face that just wouldn’t go away. Chibs was back in town.

A few minutes later, you came back out with a lighter, touched-up make-up, fluffed up hair and in just your underwear; a matching black lace bra and panties. You had freshened up all your bits as well and were ready for round two.

You found Chibs on your bed in his birthday suit, leaning against the headboard and the arms crossed behind his head.

As soon as you stepped into the bedroom, he looked at you and a smile appeared on his lips. His eyes wandered over your body and you could see his pupils dilating. He was drinking in your sight and you felt a mix of sexy and incredibly self-conscious. His eyes on you almost felt like he was touching you and a shiver ran down your spine.

You walked over to the bed as seductively as you could and crawled onto it, being on all fours next to Chibs. You kissed him passionately, pressing your boobs against his chest.

He slid down into a more horizontal position and your body followed without breaking the kiss. Almost a bit reluctantly, you left his lips and started to make your way down his neck, chest and stomach to his hardening cock.

You threw all of your hair onto one side as you bent down and licked a long stripe along his shaft, kissing his tip at the end. You put one hand on the other side of his hips to support your weight, your ass stretched upwards for stability.

You wrapped your fingers around his cock and took him into your mouth. Oh, how you’ve missed that taste. You hummed with satisfaction as you took him as deep as possible and slowly moved your head back up. Your tongue played around his shaft with every move of your head.

You felt Chibs’ hand running up the outside of your thigh and over your ass, squeezing your cheek. His fingers glided along your skin and in-between your thighs. You spread your legs a little further while you continued to bop your head. You felt his fingers moving your panties aside again and playing with your clit. It caused you to moan around his cock.

Without a warning, he pushed two fingers inside you. Surprised, you let go of his cock with a loud inhale at the feeling, throwing your head back. You looked over your shoulder and met his gaze. You sucked in your bottom lip and pushed your hips back, pushing yourself onto his fingers.

You turned back towards his cock and took him in your mouth again. Your hips started to grind against his fingers, moving in the rhythm of your lips around his tip and your hand on his shaft. His fingers started moving inside you, meeting your hip movements and curling just at the right angle.

A warm feeling started to grow in your lower stomach. You spurred each other on with your moves, no words spoken, except the occasional swear under his breath.

That warm feeling was a raging fire now and you felt your orgasm rushing towards you until you almost couldn’t take it any longer.

Your lips and hand let go of his cock and you straddled him in a split second. You quickly pulled your panties to the side and adjusted him at your center, sinking down until he was fully inside you.

Both of you moaned out loud at the feeling. You immediately started riding him hard and had your second orgasm of the night after just a few rolls of your hips.

“Fuck!”, you screamed out and buried your fingernails in his chest as your hips jerked forward in short, hectic motions, riding out your orgasm.

Chibs sat up and buried his face in your tits while you continued to roll your hips, moving a bit slower every time.

His hands took off your bra, throwing it off the bed and were on your boobs just a second later. He kneaded them, licked and pinched your nipples while your hips still moved slowly back and forth, almost like being in a sort of trance. You could probably say you were drunk on his cock right now.

You felt Chibs’ hands on your ass, squeezing it and then them moving down to your thighs, helping you getting off him. You let yourself fall onto the bed, feeling a little dizzy after your orgasm but still wanting more.

Chibs took off your panties and finally, you lay bare before him. He kissed along your inner thigh, his beard scratching the sensitive skin, making his way to your center. He was tender and careful as you were still sensitive from your last orgasm.

You felt his tongue between your folds, lapping up your juices and his lips pressing a kiss to them every now and then.

His mouth moved up over your pubic bone to your hip bone and across your stomach until he reached your breasts. He positioned himself between your legs which you willingly spread for him.

He sucked and licked your nipples, twirling them between his fingers, causing your hips to buck up, looking to be filled by his cock again. Your head felt like it was packed in cotton and your eyes were closed, enjoying the sensation of his mouth and hands on your body.

When you opened them again, he was face to face with you. He pressed his hard cock against your lower stomach and you tongue licked over your upper lip, remembering the taste of him in your mouth.

Chibs reached down between your bodies and aligned himself with your center. He looked deep into your eyes as he started to push into you. He wanted to watch your face as you took every last inch of him.

Your mouth dropped opened to a silent moan as you felt him stretching you. Your hands clung to his upper back, drawing your nails down to and over his ass, grabbing his cheeks and pushing him even deeper inside you.

“Fuck me, baby”, you whined and pushed your legs further apart. Chibs pulled back and then snapped his hips against yours. “Oh fuck”, you called out. “Harder”, you added.

He pulled back again and dropped his hips back down. “Harder”, you commanded him a little louder this time. You could see the hint of a grin on his lips before his thrusted into you again, and again, and again. He became faster and rougher with every snap of his hips.

The both of you were moaning messes, your limbs entangled with each other as he fucked into you hard. Your hands grabbed the bedsheets, then clung to his back again. You didn’t know where to hold onto anymore. The only thing you were certain off was that you were having the sex of your life right now.

Chibs’ curses became louder, accompanied by groans and growls. His hips were pressed against yours while he kept rocking his cock inside you. His pubic bone massaged your clit and sent electric shocks up and down your spine.

His movements became erratic and hasty. He emptied himself inside you with a loud groan that filled the room. You clenched around him as you came, your legs shaking and your back arching to its limit.

While Chibs stilled on top of you, your hips kept rolling against him, riding out your orgasm. Your pussy still clenched tightly around his cock, trying to hold him there forever.

After a little while, Chibs pulled out and dropped down on the mattress next to you. You were both breathing heavily, your chests heaving, your bodies covered in sweat.

Your limbs felt heavy and light at the same time. Your eyes were closed and you bathed in the afterglow of a mind-blowing orgasm.

Only far away, you noticed the mattress dipping as Chibs rolled over to the other side of the bed and you faintly heard the sound of tissues. The next moment, you felt the soft touch of a tissue between your legs as he was gently wiping up the mess you made.

“You don’t have to do that, I can…”, “Shhh”, he stopped you. “I’m not done with ya yet”, he replied in almost a whispered tone. You scrunched your eyebrows at his words and your eyes fluttered open as you thought you had heard him incorrectly.

Next thing you knew, he was laying beside you and placed his left arm under your head. With his other hand on your chin, he tilted your face over to his and kissed you softly. His lips were brushing against yours, his tongue darting out to find your tongue. Your eyes fluttered shut again, enjoying the gentle interaction after your rough sex in comparison.

His right hand squeezed your left boob, his thumb running over your nipple, and moved over your stomach, caressing your skin and massaging your hip. You moaned against his lips as a response.

You felt his fingertips gliding along the line of your pubic region, moving further down in snake-like twists and turns.

Before you could form a thought, let alone a sentence, you felt his fingers brushing over your folds. You gasped in surprise. Everything was super sensitive at the moment and even the slightest touch felt a thousand times stronger. You arched your back at the tingling feeling and instinctively moved closer to his body.

His fingers started to collect a little wetness from your entrance and gently rubbed it over your clit. Your head dropped over to his shoulder and you buried your face at his neck, breathing in his scent.

He decided that you were ready to take a little more and moved one finger inside you, curling it up to find your g-spot. You inhaled loudly and it almost got stuck in your throat when he put his thumb on your clit at the same time.

Your hips started to roll against his hand and little whines left your mouth. You were equally overstimulated and wanting more of this. You felt almost overwhelmed by those feelings.

When you started to circle your hips in bigger movements against him, Chibs put another finger inside you. “Fuck”, you breathed out, throwing your head back, your fingers gripping the bedsheet beside you. Your head snapped over to the other side and you pressed your back into his side.

Your arm reached back and snaked around his neck. You lifted your right leg and put it over his thighs, wanting to give him more access.

His fingers inside you moved faster, rubbing over your g-spot every time. His thumb rolled over your clit like he was playing with the joystick of a gaming controller.

“Oh god, Filip, oh god”, you whined breathlessly. He pressed his lips to your neck, sucking on your skin. Your chest was heaving quickly and your heart was racing. Out of the fog that your last orgasm left in your body, a new one started to creep up on you so quickly that you were almost surprised when you found yourself on the brink of coming for the fourth time tonight.

You almost felt like it was too much and wanted to roll away from him and close your legs, but he was quicker. He put your right leg in between his and kept your legs open while his left arm, that you were still laying on, bent upwards and with his hand on your throat he pressed you against his chest.

“I can feel how close ya are”, he groaned at your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin and giving you goose bumps all over your body. “Ya such a good girl, ya can do it”, he added and brushed his lips over your cheek.

Your head dropped back against his shoulder and his hand around your throat added a little pressure. His fingers inside you moved even quicker, his thumb was replaced by the palm of his hand that brushed over your clit with every rapid move of his hand.

Your moans got louder and louder, turning into little squeals and screams of pleasure as your orgasm came towards you like a bullet train.

And when you came, you squirted all over his hand for the first time in your life.

It took you a while until you gained your normal breath again. Chibs was holding you until you came down from your highest of highs, kissing your temple.

“Oh fuck, I need some water, you dehydrated me”, was the first thing you said when you regained your train of thought. When you sat up, you felt dizzy for a second. “You want water, too?”, you asked. “Sure, darlin’”, he nodded and you got out of bed. Your knees felt wobbly for the first few steps and you had to laugh at yourself. Feeling like a newborn deer. You hung your head under the faucet in the kitchen and drank like you were dying of thirst any second.

When you leaned back up, you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the shiny front of your upper kitchen cabinet and found the shadow of a dark spot on your neck. That fucker did it again.

Then you grabbed a bottle of water for him from your fridge and walked back into your bedroom. “Catch”, you called out and threw the bottle over to him, which he caught with ease.

Before getting back into bed, you noticed his pants in the middle of the floor and just wanted to pick them up and place them on the chair in the corner.

When you lifted it from the floor, a condom packet fell out. You bent down to pick it up and only then you realized that you have done it with him for the first time without a condom.

“Hey, we didn’t use this”, you said, holding up the package to him. The concern must have been visible on your face.

“Is that a problem for you?”, he asked seemingly calm, taking another sip of his water. “I don’t know…no…I mean, we’re both clean, right?”, you asked, still standing in front the bed, not moving an inch. “Aye. I get regular tests, I’m good”, he told you.

“Yeah…yeah, me too”, you said and chewed on your bottom lip. “So, we’re good, right?”, he said as you were in thoughts. He was able to watch your inner monologue on your face as you debated yourself in your head.

“You wanna keep it that way?”, you asked as you suddenly snapped out of it, seemingly having made up your mind. He looked at you with raised eyebrows and an amused smile on his lips. “Sure feels better without one”, he simply replied. “Okay, but then mine has to be the only pussy you fuck”, you told him, lifting your chin a little to look as confident as possible. “You already are”, he said after a few seconds. Only now you realized that you had held your breath. Your whole body was flushed with relieve of finally knowing where you stand with him.

A smirk formed on your face as you threw the condom packet over your shoulder and let the pants fall back down on the floor. You crawled onto the bed again and got under the blanket next to him.

“But not tonight. I love your cock but I can’t have it inside of me again for at least a few hours”, you told him off in a playful tone, kissed his lips and lay down to go to sleep with your back to him. Chibs put his bottle on the night stand and cuddled up to you.

“It honors me that ya think I could go again any time soon”, he said at your ear and put his arm around your waist. You grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand up to your boobs which he immediately grabbed a hold of.

It just so happened that that was his preferred sleeping position when he was able to spend the night. You only realized that you have gotten used to this when you haven’t had the chance to experience it the past couple of days. You reached over to switch off your bedside lamp and then placed your hand over his as you drifted off into sleep.

next part Lockdown

#sons of anarchy #soa #chibs telford #chibs telford x plus-size reader #chibs telford x reader #chibs telford smut

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🎃 -Halloween Series 💬 Request 💋Smut 💜Fluff 🌵 Angst

Fallen Angel-🎃 💋

Ghostface-🎃 💋

Pumpkin Carving-🎃 💜

Pretty Lines 💬💜🌵

Proven Wrong 💬💜

Be Okay 💬🌵

Drunk 💬💜

Ramble #1 💋

Untitled 1 💬💜

Untitled 2 💬💋

Princess 💬💜

Love the Man, Love the Scars

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tempestuous-lush · 6 months

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Crimson & Clover || SoA

Bonus Chapter - Wild Side

warnings: there is a LOT of violence that is equal to what is seen in the show, blood, mentions of emotional and physical abuse, unprotected sex, murder, creampie, light biting element...and I think that is everything? please tell me if not.

summary: This is a bonus Shiv chapter! It does continue the plot, loosely, of the previous Chapter. But also, some of Shiv's past catches up to her at the end. And Chibs protects her. Though, she only needs so much protecting.

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You squinted into the darkness as Chibs shifted next to you.

“M’what’s happening Filip?”

He bit back a smile at the fact that you mumbled your question into the pillow. You felt his kisses at the back of your neck first as he moved his weight and swung his leg over so that he was straddling you. A warmth bloomed in your stomach as you thought of how he’d had you in this same position only hours ago. He kissed along your spine, working down and back up until you felt his lips against your ear, “Jax needs us, mo cridhe. Can ya wake up for me?”

With a stretch, you pushed back against him with your ass and Chibs let out an appreciative groan as you began to stir, “I need you more, Filip…”

He loved when you called him Filip in the softness of the bedroom after he thoroughly made love to you. The way it rolled off your lips in a sleepy state was endearing and it made him smile every time. This was no exception. However, he knew he had to take care of other matters. Jax had told him that he’d be at the club at sun up. That’s when Chibs planned to be there.

“Tha’ may be the case, lovely, but tha’ doesn’t change the fact tha’ someone hurt his lady, yer new friend. Needs me to find the bastard and bring him in, but I thought tha’ you might want to help me. But if you want me to take care of ye first…” Chibs was baiting you and he knew it. He was prepared when you sprung up and bucked him off of you, scrambling to pick up your clothes from the floor to get dressed as quickly as possible.

You shoved past him with your hands busily fighting your hair till it was in a somewhat manageable bun, grabbing your jacket and his cut off the kitchen counter. As you opened up the garage door you came to a stop, “Chibs, get your ass in gear babe.”

He came out of the room, hopping into his boot while holding his keys between his teeth, “M’srry y’ move a bi’ quick Shiv.”

If you weren’t in such a hurry, you would have laughed at the picture he painted. But you weren’t going to ignore Jax asking for help. Especially if it was about your newest friend. When he made his way over to you, you pressed the leather of his cut into his chest and walked down the few steps waiting for him to get on his bike and start it up. You climbed on after him and held on tightly before he backed up and took off. The sun was setting the sky on fire with reds and oranges. Any other time, and you’d be enjoying it to the fullest.

By the time you guys pulled into Teller Morrow the lights were on in the clubhouse and you could see Jax’s bike, along with Opie’s and Tig’s. You hopped off the bike as soon as it came to a stop, ignoring Chibs calling out for you to wait for him, and slammed the door open to see Jax smoking a cigarette and Opie and Tig both looking tense. Your eyes landed back on Jax, “So what the hell is going on, Jax?”

Jax exhaled a plume of smoke before putting out his cigarette and looking at you with a somber expression, one that made you put your guard up. He inhaled as if to ready himself, “Dave Ludo. Trouble thinks he’s the one that tried to burn her alive in her bar only hours ago.”

You felt a rage rush through your body at the thought of your friend going out like that, “Excuse the fuck out of me but why didn’t we hear about that first?”

Jax snapped, “I was busy trying to get her settled in at my place, Shiv, so sorry you’re only hearing about it now. Notifying you wasn’t my first instinct.”

Fuck. You didn’t mean to step on his toes, it’s just…you weren’t used to having a friendship like you had with Trouble. You had Chibs, sure, but that was definitely different. All you knew was that you didn’t want to lose this connection in your life. You looked down at the ground and muttered at the same time as Jax, “Sorry.”

Jax cleared his throat and continued just as Chibs walked in, “So not only did this asshole try to kill her, apparently he raped her when she was seventeen. Dumped her on the side of the road and left her for dead. Took advantage of her and I want to make the asshole pay. Once I got Trouble asleep, I looked into it, went by his place, couldn’t find a damn thing. Emptied out. I think he is trying to skip town. He dies in Charming. And I’m gonna be the one to do it. But we gotta find him first.”

Chibs cleared his throat, “How d’ya suppose we find ‘im Jackie boy?”

Jax’s smile erupted on his face before answering, “Run the roads and find that shitty ass truck registered to him. Drag him back to the last place he’s gonna breathe. We break off. I’ll take one way out of town, Ope another, Tig, the third…you get the idea.”

You immediately spoke up, “I’m taking the van.”

Everyone knew better than to protest as you went behind the bar and pulled the spare keys. You stopped with a smile in front of Chibs. You leaned forward and whispered to him, “Don’t worry baby, I didn’t forget. Tomorrow’s your birthday. We’ll have this wrapped up by then.”

Jax, Opie and Tig kept their eyes down to the ground as you kissed Chibs goodbye. Tig and Opie out of respect. Jax because he is still not quite used to the two of you, someone like a father and old enough to be one and one of his best friends. Jax let out a groan and walked outside. You couldn’t help but laugh as you kissed Chibs quickly, “One of these days he’ll get used to it.”

You headed outside to see Jax straddling his bike and shouted out, “I’ll give you a call when I find him. Have fun trying till then.”

Next, you climbed up into the van and pulled out of the parking lot, having an idea of where to start looking. You wanted to head up North. If this guy thinks his murder attempt was successful, he might try and head home. You drove for about four hours when you spotted the beat up truck at a motel. You pulled in calmly and parked right next to him, making sure to park crooked to block his chance to leave. Getting out, you tried your best to straighten your clothes and walked over to the check in office. Opening the door, you spotted the guy working his shift.

A fake smile appeared on your face as you crossed the space quickly, moving to lean over the counter, “Hi”- your eyes glanced over him -“Max…you been working this shift for a while now?”

The tired glaze of his eyes lessened as he looked at you. You were definitely not the usual customer. He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair as if that might help, “Yeah, I uh…six hours now.”

“Well Max…”

He leaned towards you, “Yeah?”

You laughed a little, “I’m trying to find my ex. He owes me for three months rent that he skipped out on and I just so happen to know he drives that shitty red truck out front. You, uh, wouldn’t want to tell me which room he’s staying in? His name is Dave Ludo.”

Max gulped, “I’m not supposed to just give out room numbers ma”-

Max’s words were cut off as you grabbed hold of his shirt collar and pulled forward until the skin of his neck was pressed up against the blade of one of your favorite knives, “I’m not supposed to kill you either, but keep fucking with me, and not giving me what I want…and you’ll realize I’m not exactly opposed to to taking what I need. Including a life.”

“Oh shit he’s in room 207.” Max had a layer of sweat coating his face and he gulped as you pulled the blade away from his skin. As you smiled and said thank you, letting him go, you heard him mumble something about how some guys have all the luck.

Your eyes narrowed, “Sorry, Max, but what makes you say that?”

He wrung his hands, “Just look at you. And then there was the girl he had with him. Nearly about to fall over but still, definitely way younger than h”-

The door shut behind you as you quickly made your way to room 207. It was right at the end. As you walked closer you heard a few noises coming from his room. There was a grunt and then a plea, “Please don’t.”

“Relax. If you’d just”- the sound of a slap -“relax I’d be done by now you stupid bitch.”

That was all you had to hear. You tried the door, which was understandably locked, before eyeing the window. You heard a scream from whoever was in there the same time your eyes landed on a wrought iron decoration. Grabbing hold of it you picked it up and threw it at the window. The sound of the glass breaking was deafening and you could hear Dave, “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

As he wrenched open the door, you climbed in through the window and ran against him and slammed him into the wall. He tried to budge and you held your blade to his back. You pressed slightly so he could feel the bite of it, and he grunted before asking, “Who the fuck are you, you fucking cunt?”

“You messed with the wrong girl, Dave.” You pointed your blade into his back, slicing into the meat of him easily.

He laughed and huffed, “The bitch from the bar? Who the fuck are you friends with?”

That was when you looked over and saw a girl trembling on the other side of the bed, trying to hold her dress together that had clearly been ripped. She was crying. You grimaced and barked at Dave, “Hand on the fucking wall, asshole.”

The second he complied, mouthing off about how this was all just a misunderstanding and how you should just wait till he gets his hands on you, you smiled and drove your knife through his hand and into the very solid wood of the wall on the other side. As he screamed for help, you turned to the girl to get a better look at her. Jesus. She was maybe 18. You asked her, your voice softer than usual, “How old are you, sweetheart?”

As she went to answer, Dave started to comment. You pulled out your second knife and drove it through the back of his knee before pulling it back out and running the blade along his bare ass. His protests died as he let out a sob of pain. The girl shifted on her feet, “Si-sixteen.’

“Go on, get out of here. And here”- you took off your flannel and handed it to her -“call someone to come and get you, and don’t mention me to anyone, alright?”

She nodded and took it, stumbling some as she ran outside. You turned back to Dave. His weight was entirely on one leg, blood running down the other. You took the knife from his hand and just as he tried to turn and retaliate, your boot pressed down against the back of his bleeding knee. He fell easily and you used zip ties to secure his hands together. He fell over and you leaned down to look at him, “You really are a creature of habit, aren’t you Dave?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” His eyes stared into yours defiantly.

With a laugh you looked at him, “Oh Dave, if you think I’m bad, you remember my friend”- you mentioned Trouble’s name and a look of recognition flashed through his eyes -“well let’s just say you truly have no idea who you pissed off.”

Getting him into the van was a time, since he was naked as the day he was born. A small smile flashed over your face as you could only imagine Jax’s reaction to that. You’d leave it as a little surprise. Dialing his number though, Jax picked up and you gloated, “Guess who found the fucker?”

Jax had pulled over after regrouping with Tig. You couldn’t see it, but you knew when he rolled his eyes ever so slightly, “Gonna go ahead and say you, Shiv. How’s he doing?”

“Say hello, beautiful.” You held the phone out to Dave and he snarled back, “Fuck you.”

You pulled the phone back and spoke back up, “Meet you back at the garage?”

Jax hesitated before speaking up, “Nah, meet me at the morgue. Skeeter should be working a shift. I’ll let him know to get a fire going and to turn the other way.”

A wicked smile appeared on your face when you realized what Jax was planning, “Absolutely, VP. I am about four hours out though.”

“Alright Shiv, call me when you’re about an hour out. I can think of a way to burn a couple of those hours.” You could hear the cheeky smile in his voice.

Jax motioned for Tig to head on back and you could hear Tig’s bike starting up. You got five words in before he hung up, “Tell her I said hi.”

The ride back was long. Dave wouldn’t stop yelling about how he would put you in your place once he got out. It wasn’t until you got out of the van and climbed back in with a burger, taking a large bite, that he started pleading, “Please, just let me go. You’ll never see me again.”

“I’ll never see you again either way”- you looked back at him -“but PLEASE tell me my girl is the one that did that to your fucking sack. Because if so, I might fall in love with her even more.”

Two hours later you were approaching the hour out mark and gave Jax a call, who was breathing heavily. You tried not to think too much about that as he grunted out halfway through, “Change of plans. We’re gonna meet - at the garage. See you there.”

An hour later you pulled up at Teller Morrow and when you got out immediately walked over to Chibs who lifted you up in a hug, your legs wrapped around him. He chuckled and nodded to the van, “Knew you were gonna be the one to drag him back, mo throm-laighe.”

You ran a hand through his hair and whispered into his ear, “Was ready to get back to you to get you home so we can properly celebrate your birthday.”

Chibs let you down to the ground as Jax pulled up on his bike. You smiled excitedly as you spotted Trouble on the back of his bike, too. As soon as she hopped off the back you nodded to the back of the van, not bothering for Jax. You walked over to the van, Trouble following behind with Jax, “I caught him about to celebrate. Had a sixteen year old in the room, and it didn’t look like the feelings were mutual. But no worries. Got there in time. That being said”- you yanked open the back door and Jax let out a slew of curses that had you laughing at the sight of his legs awkwardly spread with his dick out - “he’s in his birthday suit.”

You looked over to Trouble and rubbed her shoulder as you watched her reaction. Dave’s head struggled to lift with how he was tied down, but he caught sight of her and muttered, “Just like a worthless bitch to not know when to lay down and die.”

Before you or Jax could react, Trouble had a knife out and gleaming. In that same instant, she pulled hard on Dave’s cock and with one swift motion she castrated him. You tried not to laugh as you heard Chibs mutter behind you, “Jesus Jackie boy, best watch yerself.” Instead, you watched as she spit on him and threw his cock limply on top of him as he screamed. She slammed the doors shut and the sounds Dave made were muffled instantly, “Do whatever you want with him. I got what I was owed.” Trouble walked off and in the direction of the bar. You were quick to follow. Though, you heard Jax in the background, “You heard her boys! Tig and Chibs, you’re coming with me. Already caught Clay up with this, and he approved. Skeeter has that fire waiting.”

By the time you caught up to Trouble, she was searching through Jax’s dorm and you leaned against the door watching her for a moment. You cleared your throat, “What are you looking for?”

“While they were helping me build the bar, I gave a bottle of very expensive whiskey to Jax as a thank you. And I know he hid it because I haven’t seen it behind their bar. And I am not gonna drink what is behind their bar. And I don’t know if you know this, but the first thing that seems to happen in a bar fire is the bottles of alcohol like to go up in flames. And”-

-”What? You’re telling me that alcohol burns Trouble? Revolutionary, really. So intellig”-

Trouble threw a pillow from the bed at you to shut you up. And it did. Because all you could think of was how many women he’d railed on the bed that the pillow you just caught came from. You dry heaved to poke fun at that very thought, dropping the pillow on the ground, “Okay, relax, relax. I’ll help you find the good shit, just stop throwing the chlamydia pillow at me, alright?”

You stepped in to make good on your word, immediately cackling at how Trouble popped up from the other side of the bed, “Jax does NOT have chlamydia.”

“I’m just saying”- your hands shot up in defense -“there’s been a lot of women in here.”

She paused in her search and smiled. It was a smile you enjoyed seeing, considering everything that just happened, “New idea. Wanna help me get rid of all of the shit in here?”

About an hour later, you and Trouble were dragging trash bags to the door when Gemma stepped inside. She lowered her sunglasses and looked at the two of you. Realizing that you were both coming from down the hall, she smiled, “Spring cleaning, girls?”

“Something like that…we have half sack and Juice on a supply run for a few things. You know. Towels. Bath mat. Bedding. Pillows. A new mattress.” Gemma’s eyebrows rose at the last of Trouble’s casual statement before you spoke up, “While also looking for the bottle of good stuff Jax stashed somewhere, of course. What do you say? Wanna help clean the smell of weed and pussy out of your son’s room?”

Gemma’s face gave way to a small smile as she answered, “I’ll go get some gloves from the office.”

The three of you were cleaning before long, scrubbing surfaces with lemon scented cleaner while Gemma asked Trouble all kinds of questions. You kept quiet. You couldn’t blame Gemma for wanting to know more about her. Besides, you’d grilled Trouble for the same answers not too long ago. It wasn’t until Gemma asked about Trouble’s mom that you spoke up, “Gemma, don’t.”

Trouble pushed herself up and walked into the bathroom, closing the door softly behind her. Gemma looked at the door before looking at you, “Didn’t mean to push so much. I just, I know all about Flint but nothing about her mother. That’s all.”

“There’s nothing to know about her mother, Gemma. So just drop it.”

In the bathroom, Trouble slid down the wall and listened to the two of you muttering as she kept her eyes closed. Jax didn’t even know everything. She opened her eyes, and that’s when she spotted it. A spot beneath the bathroom cabinet. Tucked away behind a ton of shit. The bottle of whiskey she gave him. With a smile, Trouble stretched out and grabbed it. When she pulled on it, a few other things came with it and spilled on the floor. Including a pair of underwear.

You and Gemma both turned to the bathroom door opening at the same time, smiles appearing on your faces as you both heard Trouble, “If these are Tara’s lacy red underwear, I’m gonna cry.”

A few hours and an empty bottle later, it was starting to get dark when Gemma dropped you off at home. Trouble was passed out in the passenger seat of her car. Gemma smiled, “Don’t worry, I’ll get her home just as safe.”

Waving goodbye, you walked to the front door, fully aware that Gemma’s car idled there until you were inside with the door locked. That was when you felt your phone vibrating. Pulling it out and looking at the screen, you saw a number you didn’t recognize. With your past though? You had zero interest in answering it. Anything good in your life was tied to your current life here in Charming. You tossed your keys and your phone onto the kitchen counter before padding off to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes in your wake.

By the time you got out of the shower, it was dark out.

Toweling off, you walked into the bedroom and dug through the dresser until you found your favorite shirt to sleep in. It was an old, faded samcro shirt. There were holes worn into it. Chibs had offered to get you another. You had laughed and told him, “Don’t you dare, Filip. Not unless you wear it threadbare first, you Scottish bastard.”

He had looked at you in that moment and laughed. However, you’d be calling him that again soon if he didn’t get back home soon. You headed to bed, unsure of how long it would take. It didn’t take long for your eyes to close. Soon though, just like every night that Chibs wasn’t beside you, nightmares began to overtake your dreams. Nightmares of your previous life. Cold brown eyes. Threats of violence. Emotional abuse. Anger. The reason you walked on glass for the first six months you lived with Chibs. Your face was beaten black and blue when you had shown up in Charming.

When you snapped awake, your heart was beating erratically in time to the knocking on the door. Your hand found your chest, rubbing a pattern to try and calm yourself before tossing the comforter to the side. Pushing yourself out of bed, you called out as you walked to the door, “Quit your knocking you old man! It’s not my fault you forgot your house key this morning. And I won’t act otherwise just because it’s your birthday soon!”

Angry, you threw open the door, and because your eyes were heavy with sleep you didn’t notice at first that it wasn’t Chibs. When you did though, you turned to run to grab a weapon, just in time for him to grab the back of your head and slam you against the wall. The bite was instant and when he pulled back, you saw your blood in the crumbled drywall. He pulled back on your hair and snarled in your ear, “Thought you could run from me for that long, did you, you stupid bitch?”

“Please Damie”- your shaky plea turned into a yelp as he smashed your face into the drywall again to silence you, and you hated how immediately you caved into your old ways. Trying to find yourself, the want to fight immediately kicked in, and you threw your head back to ram it into his face. The shock caused him to let you go and you saw stars from the impact before stumbling towards the kitchen.

Your footsteps quickened as you came around, and heard him behind you, “Fucking bitch. I’ll drag you back with me or fucking kill you in the process. And once I get you back, no one will be there to help you.”

You had just gotten to a kitchen drawer and grabbed hold of a knife but his fist connected with your face before you could get a swing in. The knife clattered on the floor. He was causing such a commotion that he didn’t hear. Or he didn’t care. But you heard the sound of a motorcycle in the distance and a smile bloomed on your face, even as Damien pinned you against the kitchen island and told you, “No one betrays me, bitch.”

Chibs was tired and ready to climb into bed with you. However, when he drove closer, he saw the front door hanging open and quickly came to a stop, shutting the engine off. Putting his keys in his back pocket, he slowly walked up the front steps of the porch and immediately saw the crushed drywall with your blood staining it.

Stepping inside, making sure to keep the sound of his steps silent, he looked at the ground and followed the drops of blood along the floor until he was standing outside of the kitchen and heard a voice, “No one betrays me bitch.”

Chibs moved slowly to the other side of the house, trying to catch sight of what was happening and not wanting to give up his advantage of surprise. When he did, anger coursed through him. He saw the back of a man, someone who had you pinned against the wall. This had to be Damien. The asshole that you were running from when you showed up here. He slowly slipped his blades from his jacket and fought the anger that was trying to push its way out as he watched Damien’s hand wrap around your throat and could hear you gasping for breath as you barely managed to get out, “Filip, you Scottish bastard.”

Chibs moved swiftly and reached around Damien, a knife in each hand, sinking the blades into Damien’s chest. Pulling back, Damien came with him easily, his hand on your neck letting go as he screamed in agony. Your hands held your throat as you gasped for air as Chibs spoke up, “Aye mo cridhe, leave ya alone and this is what I come back to?”

“Scottish”- you gasped for air - “bastard!”

Damien’s cries of pain diminished until he was silently fuming, unable to move due to the fear of dragging the blades further through his skin. As you regained control of your breathing, your eyes fell on Damien and you did the first thing that came to mind. Your hand came across his face with a resounding slap which immediately had Damien threatening, “You fucking bitch, I should have fucking killed you all those chances I had but no. Fucking pathetic.”

Before you could react, Chibs twisted the right blade that was expertly placed to avoid any major organs. Damien’s teeth grinded together to keep his noise level down as Chibs tutted, “Now, tha’ is not any kind of way to talk to ma’ woman, boy.”

“Your woman is useless trash used up by me. A fucking stray bitch that feeds off t”- he erupted into a scream when Chibs removed the left knife and plunged it back into Damien’s chest.

Your eyes grew cold watching Damien. Your mind was quickly spiraling back to that time, until Chibs spoke and his voice pulled you back, “I’d kill you for the words ya speak, if I didn’t want tha’ beautiful woman you speak so lowly of to do tha’ instead.”

Damien laughed at the absurdity of it. You were never a violent girl. No, you always shrunk into the shadows any time his voice would raise, let alone his fist. He kept laughing. That laughter echoed in your mind. It made you remember the way he’d laugh at you when he’d push you, tear you down, make you feel lesser than anything, break you. You didn’t even realize you had picked the knife back up that you had dropped when Damien grabbed you.

Damien’s cold brown eyes fell on you, “The bitch is fucking harmless. All bark, no bi”-

“Aye”- Damien’s voice broke off when you sank the knife into his gut and twisted it, Chibs telling Damien -“the problem, boy, is tha’ she needed a man to take off the leash. She needed me. Mo cridhe. Mo throm-laighe. Now, take yer punishment.”

A wicked smile graced your lips, pulling the knife back. Blood sprayed across your body as you grabbed hold of Damien’s chin, forcing him to look at you. You parroted the words he said to you so many times, “You speak when spoken to”- and added -“and you’ll never speak again, baby.”

At that, you pulled back and slashed his throat wide open. Chibs released the knife handles and Damien dropped to the ground, hand holding his neck as he bled out on the wooden floor. Chibs didn’t care about him anymore. No, his blood was pumping through his system with adrenaline, and the sight of you in that old, faded samcro shirt had him thinking of other things. He didn’t care about the blood splattered on your face or across your chest, or even your drying blood caked over your eye.

If anything, as fucked up as he was, it turned him on even more. As he reached you and lifted you up, slamming your back into the wall, you had to admit you felt the exact same way as him.

“Mine.”

The word escaped your mouth the same time it escaped his, and he quickly had his heavy cock out and slammed into you as he moaned into your neck and you cried out for him, “Filip! I need you. Please.”

“I’ll stay here, buried inside of ye, s’long as ye like. As close to heaven as a man like me’ll get, Shiv.” His hand pulled at your hair and you moaned in response, growing wetter around him and he rutted up into you again before he praised you, “Mo throm-laighe, ye like killing a man then getting fucked as he dies, don’t ye? Ma scary, filthy woman.”

The sound of Damien choking on his own blood was drowned out by the sounds of Chibs fucking you as he started in on a new pace. His rough calloused hand stroked your face gently, and then your neck, as he continued speaking filthy things to you, “Tha’ pretty little cunt was waiting fer me, all wet and”- he grunted at the feel of you tightening -“starved for ma cock. Wasn’t it, mo throm-laighe?”

His hand lowered more, pinching and teasing at one of your peaked nipples as you tried to find the words to respond, “A- Alw- ughngh- fuck!”

Chibs huffed with pride. He knew your body. So, he knew exactly where to angle the head of his cock to send you to an orgasm. Chibs could feel you tightening around him and his grip on you hardened in response. The way his fingertips bit into the meat of your thigh or the hand teasing your nipple twisting it hard and pulling in response to your walls tightening, it drove you to a new height. Chibs bit into your shoulder to quiet his sounds at the same time your fingers pulled hard at his hair, “Right there, ba-baby, pl-please. M’so fucking close. Gonna cum on your c-cock.”

He sped up, driving into you before teasing you, “Promises”- a groan escaped him as you coated him with more arousal -“promises, Shiv. Ruin ma cock for anyone else tha’ might try to take me.”

He shifted your hips while keeping pace and your head rocked back, hitting the wall. That was all you needed to find your release. Your pussy creamed his cock as you lost any enunciation in your words, just sounds of pleasure falling from your mouth as he fucked you like an animal. The way you tightened around him, walls desperately trying to pull him deeper inside of you, it had him cumming deep inside of you and resting there. He was desperate to keep you filled.

When the room silenced, his panting coming to a slow stop as he regained his stamina, you glanced at the clock and saw the time. 5 minutes after midnight. As he lowered you, you pulled him into a deep kiss before whispering in his ear, “Happy birthday, Filip.”

“Aye, and as much as I’d like ta have seconds, Shiv…I gotta call some of tha boys to help me with a cleanup. Go ahead and take a shower though. They’ll be over here pretty quick. I’m the only one tha’ gets to see ya like this.”

You smiled at him, “I think the others, save for Tig, would be mortified at seeing me like this, Filip.”

As you walked towards the bedroom, not even giving a second glance to Damien’s lifeless body, Chibs gave you a playful slap on the ass, “It’s because they don’t ‘ave good taste.”

Only when Chibs heard the sound of the shower starting up did he take his phone out and give a call to Jax, “Jackie boy. Sorry to bother ya, but how about returning tha’ favor a bit sooner than expected?”

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