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indifferent-depravity · 9 months

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Pussyfooting

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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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tumbleweed-writes · 16 days

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Death and the Lady: Chapter Eleven: Chibs Telford X Reader

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TW: Description of Decay, Smut. 18+

CHAPTER ELEVEN: REASSURANCES

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She was barefoot in the cemetery; the ground cold, damp, and mushy below her feet. She frowned at the realization that she had no shoes on in a place where it very much seemed as though she should be wearing shoes.

Being barefoot outdoors, especially in such a public place in the dark, seemed to be just asking for a foot injury. She was certain this was a tetanus shot waiting to happen. She didn’t even go barefoot in her own yard. Why was she without shoes right now of all times?

She didn’t have much time to focus on this realization nor this question though, the strong grip on her hand and the Scotsman ahead of her pulling her forward. His movement seemed far too quick for her; his legs were much longer than her own which meant that he moved forward at longer strides than she felt capable of. She was almost certain if he moved any faster she’d trip over her own feet…especially in the wet ground. Her lack of shoes seemed to give her no traction in the damp bit of mud mixed with grass below her feet.

She thought to protest the swiftness in which he was pulling her forward, but had not a chance as he spoke, not even turning back to glance her way. “Jus’ a wee bit further. We’re close now.”

“Where are we going?” She dared to ask confusion washing over her as she struggled to keep up with his pace. She wanted to stop and force him to face her. She wanted to demand that he explain what was going on. She was sure if she stopped though he’d risk yanking her forward and making her fall to the ground with as quick as he was moving.

“You’ll see. We jus’ got a wee bit further to go. Trus’ me, we’re almos’ there.” Chibs replied his answer far too vague.

She parted her lips, tempted to prod him for more information. However, she remained silent; something about the pace in which he was moving and the demanding pull of her body behind him telling her he was the one calling the shots at the moment.

She stared down at her clothing, a greater sense of bewilderment washing over her. The knee length white nightgown she wore was not at all what she’d been expecting. The nightgown was sleeveless and sat loosely on her body; the fabric almost flowing as she moved. The delicate straps and the thin cotton of the gown seemed as though it would do so little to warm her in the cold night air.

She was certain she owned a nightgown similar to this one. She owned quite a few nightgowns; most of them vintage pieces she’d acquired at thrift shops during her years in New York and a few vintage pieces that had once belonged to ancestors of hers. She had quite a few of her ancestors' old clothing sitting in a closet in one of the spare bedrooms. She’d always had a love for vintage pieces. Even if she didn’t wear some of the more delicate vintage pieces in her closet she still had an admiration for them.

She preferred nightgowns when she slept, but didn’t quite understand why she was wearing a nightgown in the middle of a cemetery. This was never something she would wear outdoors, especially in such a public place.

Chibs was dressed as he usually always was; jeans, a dark top, and his leather kutte. She could barely make out the reaper on his back in the dim light of the night.

She glanced around her at her surroundings as Chibs continued to pull her forward. She didn’t recognize anything around her and she had a feeling it wasn’t just because it was so dark out.

She could barely make out her surroundings from far away, but up close she could spot a few distinctive features. The cemetery felt old. The grass felt overgrown as though the grounds had not been maintained in a long while. She spotted none of the usual sightings of a cemetery; no flowers left out by mourners, no maintained trees and carefully landscaped plants, no sign of care.

To her, cemeteries had always felt peaceful. She’d always been able to find some beauty in them. She wasn’t sure if it was just that she spent so much time in cemeteries due to her job, but she’d always been able to appreciate them.

This place held no beauty though. It felt almost lifeless; like a caricature of a cemetery that one might view in some old black and white horror film.

The tombstones around her felt grand; towering obelisk monuments, old magnificent crypts, and worn gravestones whose inscriptions had long since faded. Everything seemed so gray and dreary.

She was sure that she couldn’t possibly be in any part of Charming’s local cemetery, not even the older sections.

She was certain if she was in Charming’s cemetery then she’d recognize her surroundings. She’d been all over the property with her job. She knew every section of that cemetery by heart. She remembered the name of the first person buried in that cemetery and how many available plots remained in each section.

This cemetery was nothing like the one in Charming, To be honest, it resembled a few of the older cemeteries she’d been to during her time out in New York when she’d first begun to work as a funeral director. She’d had to go upstate once or twice for a burial and a few of the cemeteries there had been filled with tombstones that dated back to the original colonies when the USA was still under British rule.

She peered up at the night sky, the realization hitting her that it must be cloudy as the moon was barely visible. She could barely see a sliver of moon behind the dark clouds. The stars were not visible at all, the lack of moon and stars made her surroundings devoid of any natural lighting.

She frowned as she felt a light drip of wetness against her skin as the dark clouds above her started to release just a hint of rain.

She parted her lips to mention the rain to Chibs and request that they seek shelter indoors in order to avoid being caught in an incoming storm, but the comment died on her lips as she heard a distinct rustle of movement behind her.

She turned struggling to glance behind her as Chibs continued on his path, yanking her behind him. She peered through the dark of the night straining her eyes struggling to see just what was responsible for the noise, but spotting nothing.

The noise sounded out again close enough for her to recognize it as the shuffle of feet somewhere out in the pitch black of night. She couldn't shake the sense that she was being watched like prey by someone or something that was just waiting for a chance to pounce.

She spoke, her voice faint and fearful. “Filip, there’s something out there. I think it’s following us.”

She earned no response, turning back to face the man who’d just moments ago been dragging her along her stomach dropping as she realized he was nowhere in sight.

She turned searching her surroundings for him seeing only the dark of the night and the shape of the tombstones around her, her voice growing frantic. “Filip? Where are you? Filip?”

She was met with silence, her arms wrapping around herself both trying to protect herself from the cold night chill and the sudden realization that she was alone in a strange place with something clearly stalking her out in the darkness.

She called out again her heart slamming in her chest she moving forward hoping she’d just gotten separated from him and would catch up to the Scotsman soon. “Filip? Where are you?”

She heard the shuffle of movement behind her, the sound close enough that she was sure she could reach out and touch whatever was responsible for it if she were to turn around and face it.

She turned to face it praying against odds it was Chibs. Bile rose in her throat at the sight in front of her.

She recognized the man. It was one of the deceased men she’d allowed SAMCRO to borrow. He was mostly recognizable by the suit he’d been dressed in for his funeral…the suit he’d not been buried in as his body had been loaned out to the Sons prior to the funeral. Instead bags of concrete had been buried in his place…bags she’d placed in weighing them out carefully to imitate the feeling of an occupied closed casket. The unoccupied casket had not been found until later the bags of concrete missing compliments of SAMCRO. Not a soul other than the Sons and she knew this man had never occupied that grave.

Decomposition had begun to set in to the man’s features. The man’s skin had taken a somewhat green tone and begun to split as bloat had set in; gasses from his decaying organs clearly releasing. She was confused by the sight as she had embalmed him, puncturing his organs with a trocar. There should be no gasses remaining in his organs. How were there still gasses to make him bloat? Black purge leaked from his orifices and insect life had begun to settle in. She could spot flies buzzing around him and maggots wriggling in a few pockets of his split skin. One of his eyes had gone a milky white and the other had rotted away completely leaving him with an open empty black socket.

Despite the advanced rate of decay the man managed to shamble forward his hands reaching out towards her his nails black a few of the nails having already fallen off his fingers.

She snapped out of her shock and disgust moving backwards barely escaping his grasp. She turned struggling to move forward the muddy ground below her and her lack of shoes caused her to slide and struggle as she attempted her escape.

She heard another rustle of movement to her left, another body appearing to start a slow shamble in her direction.

She recognized this body easily. It was the very first deceased she’d been solely responsible for burying back in New York.

The young woman looked exactly the way she’d looked when Y/N had first stared down at her on that embalming table years ago before she’d gotten started on trying to make her look presentable for the modest funeral her family had paid for.

She could remember how young the woman had looked laying there lifeless on the embalming table. They’d been close in age and Y/N remembered thinking that they could have gone to school together at one point. Y/N could also remember thinking to herself that it could have easily been her on that embalming table had she remained in Charming with Gunner and SAMCRO. The thought had been a sobering one especially for her first official solo embalming job.

The dead woman was just as thin as Y/N remembered her being, the drug addiction she’d struggled from in life making her almost skeletal. Her skin held no sign of color to it. The skin was pallid aside from the pooling of purple where blood had settled on her right side. She’d been lying on her right side when she passed and once the heart had stopped pumping blood it had all settled to the lowest point in the body. Livor mortis truly was a fascinating thing, or at least Y/N had always thought it was interesting to consider. The dead woman’s long fair hair was stringy and greasy lying limply against her scalp. She wore the same stained yellowed white sundress Y/N could remember cataloging when her body had first been rolled into the funeral home back in New York. Her long nails were dirty and chipped bits of red polish still remained on them.

Her eyes were a pale shade of blue, any sign of life behind them long gone. Those lifeless eyes were fixed on Y/N and as strange as it sounded Y/N was almost certain she could spot a sense of hatred in them despite the lack of light behind the dead woman’s eyes.

Y/N continued to move forward struggling in the wet ground as the rain above her fell harder making the mud feel sticky and thick below her. Her nightgown was drenched quickly, the fabric feeling heavy on her form as she tried her hardest to escape.

She fell to the ground, the slickness of the mud far too difficult to maneuver through at such a quick frantic pace. She cried out the deceased pursuing her, growing closer and closer by the second.

She felt a strong pair of hands grip her upper arms, her heart lifting hoping it was Chibs. Perhaps he’d returned to rescue her.

Her blood ran cold as she was roughly pulled back upright meeting the eyes of who she’d foolishly hoped would be her savior.

Gunner smirked down at her his grip on her arms growing harsh as he spoke a sense of glee in his voice. “Hey, Girl. Did you miss me?”

He turned her around to face the deceased who were still shambling towards her his voice was cruel but so amused. “Here she is, guys. Come get her.”

She cried out begging to the dead to leave her be and spare her. “No, please, no. Stay away from me, please. I’m sorry, please don’t.”

A familiar voice sounded out among her panicked cries, the Scottish brogue soothing and gentle. “Hey, Hen. Yer havin’ a bad dream, Lass. Come on, wake up.”

The voice continued, sounding out over the horror in front of her and her cries of panic and pleas for forgiveness. “Come on, Love. It’s okay. Ya can wake up now, Hen. Yer safe. I’ve got ya.”

Awareness kicked in rapidly; she shot up in bed, her breathing labored. She gazed around the dark of her room, her heart slamming in her chest.

She struggled to comprehend that none of the horror she’d just experienced had all been manufactured in her mind. She struggled to accept that she was in fact safe and sound in her bedroom, her concerned boyfriend staring up at her through the darkness of her room.

Chibs felt her shoot up out of his embrace. He reached out blindly in the unfamiliar room, it taking him a moment to find the lamp on the nightstand at the side of her bed he’d fallen into the night before.

He finally located the switch turning the light on giving the room a dull pleasant glow in an otherwise stressful situation. He sat up alongside her, reaching out hesitantly to place a hand against her lower back. He was almost sure touching her too quickly would send her into an even more frantic state. It seemed as though she was locked in a panic attack whatever she’d dreamed about horrifying her. He was almost certain that touching her too hastily would send her into fight mode.

He rubbed soft soothing circles into her back trying to give her some silent reassurance while she sorted through whatever had just occurred in her sleep.

He’d woken when she’d begun to thrash beside him the murmured words leaving her lips more and more rapidly by the second. No, please, no. I’m sorry. Please don’t. Please no. I’m so sorry. Please no.

She struggled to catch her breath for a moment, it always feeling like this when she woke from one of the nightmares that had become frequent since she’d agreed to help out SAMCRO. She always struggled to pull herself out of that sense that she needed to fight for her life or run screaming. It always took a moment for her to reassure herself that she was safe in her bedroom and not in danger of losing her life and her soul to the dead who pursued her so relentlessly.

The only thing that seemed to be different this time around was that she was not waking up all alone to deal with the aftermath.

Chibs continued to rub her back, uncertain of what to say. There were a thousand things he wanted to say to her but none of them felt quite soothing nor good enough.

He was tempted to bring up his own experience with nightmares. Lord knows he’d had a few of them all about how Jimmy O’ had attacked him back in Belfast. He was tempted to reassure her that he’d experienced the same sense of panic she was currently locked in. He was tempted to promise her that it would all be alright.

He kept his hand pressed to her back, his eyes scanning the room feeling dazed, worried, and exhausted.

He’d not had much of a chance to really take a look around the master bedroom before they’d gone to bed the night before.

He’d been more focused on stripping down to his boxers and undershirt and getting into bed beside the woman he had been imagining having the privilege of sharing a bed with probably from the moment he’d realized that his liking her went far beyond just lust.

He’d folded up his kutte and clothing leaving them on a red velvet living chair in the corner of the room by the closet. He’d placed his gun and his knives between his clothing and the kutte uncertain how Y/N would feel about the weapons being out in plain sight.

The room was larger than he’d anticipated.

The room was a bit cluttered but nothing compared to the rest of the house. The clutter felt more personal than any of the family heirlooms in the other parts of the house. The belongings spread throughout the space made it feel cozy and welcoming. It seemed to reflect the woman who rested here.

The walls were painted a deep navy tone though he had a feeling that may have been her father’s choice given the room had once belonged to him and several ancestors prior.

Chibs took notice of the old vanity table sitting directly across from her side of the bed studying the bottles of perfume set out on it alongside a surprisingly large wooden grandiose looking jewelry box, and a large collection of makeup that was all neatly sorted in an organizer.

A soft looking purple rug sat out in front of the vanity table; it seeming far less intimidating than the exquisite looking persian rugs throughout the rest of the upper portion of the house and downstairs in the funeral home portion of the house.

Her closet appeared large from what he’d seen it looking more like a walk in closet than anything. Two dressers sat in the room and a few items sat spread out over the tops of them; a few small framed photos from Y/N’s childhood. There were a couple of crystals sitting out; a large piece of rose quartz and another amethyst, this one much larger than the one he’d spotted out in the living room.

A few small framed taxidermy butterflies were mounted on the wall alongside a couple of paintings that looked to be antiques. The paintings featured delicate flowers and songbirds.

There were several books on gardening stacked on a dresser showing Y/N had a love for the hobby. He found it kind of amusing. His Hen who worked daily with death and who everyone knew as the town undertaker loved a hobby that was all about nurturing something that most people associated with life.

The queen sized bed held a heavy looking tall ornate headboard made out of dark cherry wood. The headboard was something Y/N had casually mentioned, the night before, that she’d gotten in a thrift shop back when she’d been living in New York. it had been a steal she’d claimed as it was old and obviously had been well cared for.

Her bedsheets were a soft mint tone and they felt comforting and soothing to his mind. A heavy gray comforter and a handmade colorful quilt covered the bed making it feel cozy and safe.

The houseplants had caught Chibs' attention. There were several of them; all well taken care of sitting throughout the room. Those that needed bright light sat along her window seal and others sat throughout the room in ceramic pots. The plants made the room feel fresh and full of life.

The room felt like a nice escape from the sensory overload in the rest of the living quarters portion of the house and the dreary knowledge of what happened on a daily basis in the downstairs funeral home portion of the house.

Chibs easily realized he could grow accustomed to spending his nights in this room if she allowed him the privilege. It felt far more comforting than his bed in the dorm at the Sons clubhouse or the pathetic bed he kept in a small studio apartment he rented for when he wanted to take a rest away from the noise of the Sons clubhouse.

The gentle rub to Y/N’s back was enough to break her out of the panicked sense of dread she’d been locked in; she was surprised as tears began to leak from the corners of her eyes.

She turned to face Chibs, scooting close to him, her arms wrapping tight around him. She allowed the tears to fall more rapidly. She was too exhausted to bother attempting to wipe them away or hide them the way she usually might when she had to cry in front of someone.

She’d never felt 100 percent comfortable crying around people. She had to wonder if it was just because she’d grown up in an environment where there seemed to be a constant stream of crying mourners coming in and out of the home. She’d always associated crying as something that was only meant to be done in front of others in serious situations like the death of a loved one.

As she’d gone into the funeral business she’d learned to hold back tears even more. It was inappropriate to cry in front of the mourners you were meant to serve. She’d adopted the concept that their grief was not hers so she had zero right to cry. She had learned to keep her emotions locked tight close to her chest. Crying was only done in private and never in front of anyone else.

She’d found that crying in front of anyone just made her feel awkward and embarrassed. Her tendency to compartmentalize her emotions on the job had seeped into her personal life it seemed.

Chibs wrapped his arms around her, rocking her against him, his voice soft and soothing. “It’s all okay now, Hen. I’m here, I’ve got ya.”

She gripped down onto his undershirt, her face burying against his chest wanting to be surrounded by the familiar scent of him. It was a scent that had soothed her to sleep the night before; a hint of cigarettes and the faintest hint of his cologne.

He ran a hand up and down her back continuing to rock her his words soft and soothing reminding her that he had her and that everything was okay in this room.

He found himself repeating the phrases I’ve got you. It’s okay now. It’s over now. You’re okay now. You’re safe.

His soothing managed to calm her enough to stop her tears but she remained locked in his embrace. They both found themselves holding on to one another tightly both seeming to seek reassurance and a sense of peace.

He dared to speak though he already knew the answer to his question. “Nightmare, Hen?”

She nodded her head wordlessly. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, he quick to speak again. “You want ta talk bout it?”

She let out a heavy sigh, a cruel voice in the back of her brain telling her that if he knew about the content of her nightmares he’d write her off as being unstable and therefore a risk to SAMCRO.

She shushed the voice, choosing to give him a brief summary. “You, me, some cemetery…the dead I’ve buried stalking me in the night. You disappeared this time around. Usually you let them drag me away screaming. You actually usually seem pretty thrilled when they drag me away, kind of like you were in on it…almost like it was a trap and you were an accomplice. This time Gunner was there too…he offered me up to them gleefully. One of the bodies I loaned to SAMCRO and the first body I ever embalmed all alone were the dead who were after me this time around.”

He spoke absorbing this information the need to reassure her sliding from his lips. “You know I’d never let anythin’ happen to ya, Lass. I’d sure as hell not let anyone drag ya away from me. As far as Gunner goes. Ya never gotta worry bout him again. We’ve already established I’ll fuckin’ break his legs and arms if he comes near ya ever again.”

He paused, clearing his throat knowing the exact incidents that had been the culprit behind these dreams. He felt an awful sense of guilt claw inside of him digging its nails in making him feel anguished.

He spoke wanting badly to fix this for her even if he was uncertain that what he was offering to her was even possible. “If…if ya doin’ favors fer the club, if it's hurtin’ ya like this. I can get ya out of it…I’m sure Skeeter would be happy to pick up yer end of the deal even if he’s tryin to quit gamblin. As long as we still got a funeral home connection ya shoul’ be in the clear.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure my backing out on my end of the deal and handing the responsibility over to Skeeter will be just fine and dandy with the MC. I won’t be seen as knowing too much and being a risk at all.” She snarked back, unable to hide the venom from her voice.

She cringed parting her lips to apologize for her harshness but she didn’t have a chance as Chibs spoke, sounding surprisingly certain of his words. “I wouldn’t let anyone hurt a hair on yer head…not even my club.”

She sighed wishing that taking the solution he was offering was that simple. She could distinctly remember her talk with Clay just last night though.

SAMCRO’s Pres had urged her to keep making both Chibs and the Sons happy. She was certain backing out on her end of the partnership she’d offered to develop with SAMCRO would not make the Sons happy at all. Chibs might forgive her for backing out of the deal she’d made, but the rest of the Sons most likely would not be so understanding.

As much as she trusted Chibs, she was quite certain that even he couldn’t protect her from the wrath nor the suspicions of Clay Morrow. If she backed down and handed over the responsibility of the bargain she’d made with SAMCRO to Skeeter, she’d be written off as a threat to the MC. She knew too much. She would be viewed as a loose end that they could easily snip off.

She was certain that Chibs would be powerless to fully provide her protection if she was viewed as a threat to SAMCRO. Even if he tried to protect her, then who was to say he’d not be given the same treatment; treated as a threat. They would most likely view his attempts to protect her as a sign of weakness and disloyalty to the club.

She spoke her voice soft but determined. “I made a deal with SAMCRO. I intend to keep up my end of the bargain.”

“Even if it’s torturin’ yer mind, Hen?” Chibs countered he scooting back just enough to peer into her eyes.

She let out a soft sigh averting her eyes from his, the words soft. “The nightmares are not happening as frequently as they did at first. The nightmares are probably just picking up because of all of the stress of tonight. I had a nightmare the night after I was practically interrogated by Hale. I think stress and anxiety triggers them. My brain is just a jerk who can’t process guilt and taunts me with things I don’t feel so awesome about…the guilt of what I’ve done along with the fear of being caught.”

She let out a shaky breath feeling safe enough to say the words out loud. “I can accept that what I’ve done means I’m an awful person who deserves hell. I betrayed the profession I swore to uphold the ethics of. I have caused immense pain to the bereaved. I disrespected the dead that were entrusted in my care. I could and should lose my license for what I did. I deserve any suffering that comes my way. I know that. I’ve made my bed and I need to lie in it”

“Ya ain’ an awful person. What ya did fer the club was…” Chibs started to say before she spoke, interrupting him.

“Morally repugnant, abuse of a corpse, an insult to decent society, a sin.”

He spoke again, rolling his eyes somewhat at her comments. “Ethically…questionable. Yer far from bein awful and deservin any torture. The world ain’ that black and white, Hen. Ya gotta realize shite is more of a shade of gray…at least in our world. Jus’ focus on the fact that ya made sure those bodies did get a final rest when SAMCRO was done with em. Ya weren’t responsible fer what we did with em. We didn’t tell ya why we wanted em. What happened after ya agreed to help us, that’s my sin to suffer fer, Lass. I’ll take hell fer ya. Those families will never know the truth. They didn’t blame ya fer the version of events they were given since ya didn’t get sued. They don’ know what ya did. Only SAMCRO does, and we ain’ judgin’ ya. The bereaved and the rest of society know nothin’ bout what really happened, and they never will. What they don’t know won’t hurt em.”

He pressed a soft kiss to her temple as he spoke again. “ I want ya to think bout what ya did fer those bodies we had ya cremate…ya cared nough to give em a final restin’ spot. Ya buried em with care under that rose bush. Ya made sure they found peace somewhere beautiful to rest, even if ya didn’t know what they’d want. Ya gave em that care in the end. Someone truly morally repugnant wouldn’t bury cremains of lasses she didn’t even know with such care. Someone who was so awful wouldn’ care bout what happened to those cremains. Ya cared though. Yer carin means ya ain’ so bad.”

She sighed, wanting to argue that she was just as responsible as him as she’d agreed to loan out the bodies in the first place even if it had been for much needed money.

The fact that she’d sold her morals for money made her feel even worse. She knew the debts she’d inherited had been crushing her, but she also knew she’d had other options. They’d just not been options she wanted to take. She’d been selfish and greedy. She’d been impulsive and dived face first into danger. She had proven she hadn’t changed as much as she’d claimed she had when she exclaimed she was nothing like the girl she’d been almost a decade before. She was still prone to run towards danger like a moth to the flame. If she was feeling the burn of the flame then she had no one to blame but herself.

She held her tongue though knowing that this was one argument she had zero chance in hell of winning. She knew enough about Chibs to realize that his stubborn streak was equally the width of hers.

She dared to speak, bringing up something that had been troubling her. “What am I supposed to do if anyone ever asks where the money you guys gave me came from? I paid those bills in cash…they were large payments for cash…cash that I just seemed to get out of nowhere. Suppose someone ever looks into my financial records if the police keep looking into those empty graves. What do I do if anyone ever asks me just where I got so much money out of nowhere?”

Chibs sighed, wracking his brain for a reasonable answer. He spoke as an idea crossed his mind, hoping it was a reasonable solution. “Ya tell em ya did some funeral plannin fer Gemma…Tell em she wanted to make funeral plans fer Clay an her…ya know plan ahead of time fer the future. Say she paid ya in cash fer it all. Clay and she got nough investments in all sorts of legit shite. It’d sound reasonable to think ya got paid in cash. Ya can throw some bullshite plans together as evidence ya planned it. Gemma and Clay would cover fer ya and collaborate yer story if anyone ever asked.”

She sighed knowing that counting on Gemma Teller Morrow or Clay Morrow to be an essential alibi for her wasn’t ideal. She had a feeling that it would work in a bind though. They wouldn’t just be protecting her after all. They’d be protecting the misdeed she’d done for the club and therefore protecting the club itself.

She nodded her head, unable to stop herself from voicing her fears. “I always worry that one day what I’ve done for SAMCRO will lead back to me and I’ll lose everything. I love my job, Filip. I’m where I was meant to be, working here. This is essentially what I was born to do. It’s my legacy and I’ve finally gotten to a place in my life where I want to accept it. I’m good at what I do. I can’t lose that. It’ll be like losing part of my identity. I won’t know who I am without my job.”

“Ya ain’ goin’ to lose a thing, Hen. That fuckin’ case in Lodi is cold and the local PD there have given up on it. We’ve been havin’ Juice monitor shite gettin intel from a connection we got outta the San Joaquin county department. They’re able to call in and see what’s goin in all the departments in the county without it soundin’ suspicious. Those empty graves and that staged crime scene are old news in Lodi. Cops there got bigger fish to fry. The case ran cold and leads ran dry. I think yer in the clear.” Chibs reassured her she frowning slightly at the mention of this connection in San Joaquin. She would never cease to be amazed in how long the arms of SAMCRO reached.

He pressed a kiss to her temple, he fast to speak again. “I love how much ya love yer job, Hen. Yer righ’, yer fuckin incredible at yer job. Ya ain’ losin’ yer legacy. Ya ain’ gotta worry about losin that part of yerself, not fer the club and never fer me.”

He pressed another kiss to her temple, his words soft. “Trus’ me Mo ghràidh. I’m not in the habit of lyin’ to pretty lasses.”

“What does that mean…Mo ghràidh?” She dared to ask as she soaked in his reassurances, this not being the first time she’d heard the unfamiliar words leave his lips.

He spoke, managing to pull back just enough from her to press a soft kiss to her lips as he spoke. “Scottish Gaelic, Hen. It means "My love.”

If her heart hadn’t already overflowed with devotion for him at least a dozen times tonight she was certain it would have in this moment. Her lips pressed to his cheek, her voice soft and filled with a sense of fond adoration. “Oh, Filip. How are you this sweet?”

He chuckled, shaking his head at the comment not helping but to lean into the press of her lips to his cheek. “I’m only sweet to ya, Hen. Don’ tell no one. Gotta keep up my reputation, especially with the prospect. Can’t let em know I’m this soft.”

She smiled, wanting to point out that he was far sweeter to more people than he realized. She held it in though, pressing another kiss to his cheek.

Her lips ran across his skin adoringly, Chibs not helping but to sink into the affection. He was certain he’d never grow accustomed to someone kissing him with such tenderness and he knew for a fact he’d never be entirely convinced he deserved such warmth. He was eager to soak it up all the same.

He managed to turn his face, his lips sliding along hers with ease. The kiss easily grew impassioned, his tongue finding no resistance, she parting her lips.

She let out a soft moan as he slid his tongue along hers, easily dominating the kisses she sank into his affections.

She reluctantly parted her lips from his an idea crossing her mind. She smiled at him, her voice soft as she reached out toying with the collar of his undershirt. “So, you said that tonight was all about me…making me feel good?”

“Aye, it was.” He insisted his heart rate picking up, he trying not to get his hopes up on what she might be about to offer him. He was quite certain he’d eagerly take anything she was willing to give him.

She leaned in her lips brushing across his so lightly; the kiss was not nearly enough for him. She smirked as she pulled away, he leaning forward chasing her lips.

She gently shoved him back to rest against the bed, her voice teasing. “So…it’s around three a.m…I could argue that last night was just about me. It’s technically a new day.”

“Aye, it is.” He agreed a heat spreading to the lower region of his body, his heart beating all the quicker.

She laid down beside him, her lips sliding along his cheek down to his neck. “So, can this morning be about you?”

“Aye, Hen. I wouldn’t say no to tha’ offer.” He insisted a low moan leaving him as her lips moved along his pulse point, pressing soft sucking kisses into his skin.

He was certain she might leave a mark behind and he couldn’t help but to love the idea. He knew he’d wear any lovebites from her proudly.

She ran a hand down his torso teasingly her lips focused on his neck, his head falling back soaking up the attention.

She ran a hand under his undershirt caressing his warm skin, a small sense of anxiety building ever so slightly within him. He was almost tempted to attempt to suck in his stomach. He knew his midsection was far wider than he’d prefer.

She didn’t seem to notice that he was a little heavier than he’d like her hand caressing his skin, her touch soft and teasing.

He turned his head, her lips pressing to his, the kiss growing deep as her hand ran down his torso far too slowly. Her fingertips passed over his hips gently running along his thigh, a groan leaving him.

She ran her hand back up his thigh, sliding it over his abdomen, a groan leaving him the lower region of his body perking up almost as though it was trying to tempt her into touching him.

Another groan left him as she gave in her hand pressing over his boxer clad member a soft moan leaving her as she spoke. “Can I touch you, Baby? I want to stroke this cock and make you feel so good.”

He eagerly nodded his head, the words becoming jumbled up on his lips he wanting to say a million things.

She spoke teasingly, almost parroting a phrase he’d murmured to her the night before in pursuit of pleasuring her. “I need words, Filip.”

He groaned, nodding his head. “Fuck, Hen. Aye ya can do whatever ya want to me.”

She giggled at the comment the action making his cock twitch. She spoke, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “That’s a dangerous offer to make, Handsome.”

“Never been one to shy away from danger, Lass.” He remarked his heart lifting at the word handsome. It had been so long since anyone had called him such a thing.

He whined as she pulled away all too suddenly. She smirked, shaking her head at the whine that left his lips.

She pressed a reassuring kiss to his cheek, her voice soft. “I need to grab something that’s going to help us out.”

He furrowed his brow as she turned in bed reaching for the drawer in her nightstand. He smirked understanding as she rolled back over holding up a tube of lubricant.

He spoke nodding his head at the tube, a knowing smirk on his lips. “Ya keep lube in yer nightstand, Hen?”

She returned the smirk as she spoke. “Yep, it can be helpful especially when I’m a little too eager to really work myself up and get as wet as I want before I make myself cum with my vibrator.”

He groaned the words making his cock throb. He closed his eyes for a brief moment overcome with imagery of what she was describing. He could so easily imagine her lying back in this bed, a toy buried so deep in her wet center. He could imagine her writhing against the bed as the toy buzzed away moans pouring from her lips.

He spoke daring to open his eyes as he watched her open the tube squirting a healthy amount of lube into her hand. “Fuck, Hen. I think I may need a demonstration some time.”

“You want to hump my vibrator?” She teased a giggle leaving his lips , he shaking his head.

“Nah, think we already established I wanna give ya the humpin round ere. I wouldn’ mind seeing ya play though, Love. Bet it’s a fuckin’ beautiful sight.” He insisted his cock throbbing at the thought.

She spoke knowing just what to say to make him moan. “Last time I did it, we’d just ended a phone call. The sound of your voice was enough to make me want to make myself cum. I think that accent of yours is a kink I didn’t even know I had.”

“Christ, Mo ghràidh.” he moaned, his reaction being exactly what she’d envisioned.

She spoke, a surprisingly dominant tone entering her voice. “Get rid of those boxers for me, Filip.”

He groaned, shoving the bed sheets and comforter down with zero shame as he frantically reached down practically ripping his boxers off his movements a little clumsy.

His boxers were kicked off somewhere off the side of the bed, she gazing down at his cock a soft moan leaving her as she spoke. “Fuck, Filip. You’re way more impressive than I’d hoped.”

He groaned knowing this wasn’t the first time a sexual partner had made a comment about his dick. In the past though, when a croweater thought to comment on his size he’d always assumed it was absolute bullshit. The club sweetbutts tended to just say whatever they thought whichever Son they were with wanted to hear.

Talking about how huge a guy was seemed to be a favorite line among the croweaters no matter what size their bedroom partner might be.

With Y/N though, he had the sense that her words were genuine judging by the sense of lust washing over features.

She stared down at him, her clit distinctly throbbing. She wasn’t lying. He was thicker than she’d hoped for and longer than she’d thought he might be. He was just above average enough to pack the promise that he’d feel good without it being too much.

He wasn’t so huge that she was certain he’d just be painful buried inside of her. She knew some guys were deluded enough to think that the bigger the more pleasurable. She knew though that too big could just be uncomfortable. Some guys seemed to think that a woman’s body was unending but that was not the case at all. She’d found in the past that too big meant less inside and a sense of discomfort. There was a fine line between being thick and long enough to provide a pleasant stretch and being so brutally huge it felt like you were being ripped in half.

She had a feeling that Chibs favored the pleasurable stretch side of the coin.

She pressed her lips to his, the kiss growing deep without any effort. Chibs groaned into the kiss as she wrapped her lube slicked hand around his cock.

She stroked him slowly, his head falling back moans of pleasure spilling from his lips. He rocked against her touch she pulling her hand back a frustrated whine leaving him.

She spoke her voice so teasing. “Stay still and enjoy it, Filip.”

He groaned gripping down onto the bedsheets nodding his head frantically, having to wonder when he’d become so submissive.

There was something incredibly erotic about letting her take control though. It was not something he’d thought he’d be willing to do with any bedroom partner.

He found that he was all too eager to lie back and let her take control for now at least.

She wrapped her hand back around him stroking him so slowly a groan leaving him he resisting the urge to rock against her to increase the pleasure.

She spoke her voice soft and sweet. “So beautiful, Filip. You’re so handsome.”

He spoke his voice thick with lust. “We gotta get ya glasses, Hen. Fuck.”

He paused, shaking his head a giggle leaving him as he spoke again. “Actually nevermin’. Don’t wanna get ya glasses. Ya migh’ see what an ugly bastard I am if yer vision gets better.”

She spoke pressing an adoring kiss to his lips, he moaning against her lips. She spoke as she pulled from the kiss far sooner than he’d hoped. “Shush, you’re not ugly. You’re the sweetest, the bravest, and the most handsome man I know.”

He groaned as she sped up her movements, her voice teasing. “If you weren’t handsome I wouldn’t have worn out the batteries in my vibrator thinking about you.”

He grunted the words leaving him. “Fuckin jack off too much to ya, Love. Livin’ with my hand down my fuckin’ boxers every nigh’ since we met.”

She moaned her clit throbbing at the confession. She spoke, reaching forward with her other hand massaging his balls, the action making his eyes practically roll into the back of his head, a loud moan leaving him.

She spoke pulling her hand from his balls all too soon but he didn’t have time to focus on the loss as she spoke. “What do you imagine, Baby?”

“Takin ya in every position, Love. Makin ya moan my name. Makin ya cum over and over again. Makin ya cream all over this cock. Cummin in that pussy, lettin ya know it’s mine. How tight yer pussy woul’ feel. Yer fuckin tits.” He moaned his eyes gazing down at what she was doing to him wanting to commit the sight to his memory.

It was the hottest thing he was sure he’d seen in a long while; her lube slick hand sliding over his cock, pre cum desperately seeping from his redened tip, her nails that soft pink, her hands so delicate wrapped around his thick length.

She spoke, reaching out with the hand that wasn’t occupied placing it over one of his. She pressed his hand to her breast over the silk of her nightgown “These tits?”

He groaned at the action, his cock throbbing painfully. He massaged her breast over the silk of her nightgown, a moan spilling from him. “Aye, fuckin perfect breasts. Perfect handful. Stared at em too much when we firs met. Couldn’t wipe em from my brain.”

She smiled a soft moan leaving her at the words and the feel of his hand working her breast. No guy had ever managed to make pleasure course through her so rapidly just by touching her breast alone.

She was tempted to lower her nightgown and let him have all the more access, but held back stroking his cock more rapidly, the action making his resolve break his hips rocking.

She did nothing to stop him, allowing him to help her chase his orgasm. She spoke her voice soft and adoring. “Want to make you cum, Handsome. You deserve it. Such a sweet brave man, trying to protect me tonight, promising to keep me safe.”

He groaned, nodding his head frantically, the words spilling from him. “Gonna protect ya with my life, Hen. Always gonna be safe with me.”

She pressed a kiss to his cheek, her voice sweet. “You’re going to be safe with me too, Filip.”

He groaned the words making his heart ache with adoration. She continued to stroke him, her lips pressing along his neck. “You made me feel so good tonight, Filip. Never had a man eat my pussy so well. Never had anyone make me cum from that alone.”

“Fuck, gotta treat ya how ya deserve.” He grunted the comment making his balls ache hinting that she would soon be successful in getting him to his end.

She spoke continuing to stroke him he chasing the sensation with rapid thrusts helping her please him. “Want to treat you how you deserve too, Handsome.”

He moaned as she nipped at his pulse point his balls throbbing pulling closer to his body the end so deliciously close.

He twisted the bedsheets in his hands unable to form any responses to her words he devolving into moans and groans as she continued to stroke him her lips and tongue soothing the nip to his neck.

He grunted his cock twitching his orgasm hitting him harder than he’d anticipated his head falling back his eyes practically rolling into the back of his head. He felt her name spill from his lips his accent growing thicker praises spilling from him as ropes of cum spilled from him coating her hand and his stomach. “Fuckin’ shite, oh, Hen. My Lass. Fuck, yes. Fuckin’ perfect, makin me cum. Wish it was in ya, fuck.”

She stroked him through his release a moan leaving her lips at the sight of him so lost in pleasure and the evidence of that pleasure spilling onto her hand.

He whined as he came down from his end the light stroke to his oversensitive cock too much.

She reluctantly pulled away he panting towards the ceiling his body shaking and damp with sweat.

He turned his head, meeting her gaze a groan leaving him as she brought her hand up to her lips, her tongue peeking out to taste the release coated along her skin she moaning at the salty taste of him.

He groaned at the action, his hand pulling her fingers from her lips, his lips pressing to hers.

He kissed her deeply, his hand pressing to the back of her head keeping her there. He reluctantly pulled away from her his voice drowsy. “Gonna be the fuckin’ death of me if ya keep bein this perfect, Mo ghràidh.”

She giggled at the comment not helping but to tease him. “Good thing I have caskets downstairs huh?”

He rolled his eyes, his hand reaching down to her backside giving it a playful swat. She gasped, jumping slightly at the action. She spoke her voice a mix of scolding and playfulness. “Filip.”

“Don’ bury me yet, Love. Still got life in me.” He remarked his body feeling heavy and relaxed.

She shook her head giving his shoulder a playful nudge. “You better go clean up before you pass out. Buddy. I am not sleeping pressed to you if you’ve got dried Chibs juice on you.”

He snorted at the comment a huff leaving him. “Aye, things I do fer ya.”

She shook her head, reaching out to find a tissue to clean her own hand as she watched him pull from her bed.

She smirked lust washing over her as she admired his backside as he disappeared into the master bathroom shutting the door behind him.

She was pleased to find that his backside was just as much of a gorgeous sight sans clothing.

She relaxed against the bed tossing the tissue into the wastebasket by the bed satisfied her hand was clean enough.

Chibs cleaned himself up as thoroughly as he could, losing his undershirt as it hit him; he'd definitely spilled his release far enough to hit the article of clothing.

He left the room not ashamed to be completely nude not helping but to look forward to any hint of lust that might be on her features at the sight of him totally bare.

He was only somewhat disappointed to find her fast asleep as he reentered the bedroom. He felt a sense of comfort hit him at the sight hoping that she would find a more restful sleep than she had moments ago.

He found his boxers within the bed sliding them back on before he slid back into bed beside her.

He scooted close to her his arms wrapping around her torso, his head resting close to hers. He spoke a surprising statement leaving his lips as sleep began to sink in. “I love ya, Hen.”

He was too exhausted and far too satisfied with what they’d just done to consider the statement that had left him too hard.

His heart screamed though that he was certain of his words. He loved her.

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Chibs rolled his eyes at the low whistle that left Juice’s lips at the clear love bites pressed into Chibs’ neck. Y/N had not been subtle about her choice in placement of hickies and he knew he had not entirely been subtle in his choices either.

Juice leaned in examining the darkened marks visible under the collar of Chibs’ black shirt and his kutte. “Y/N did that?”

“Ya shoul’ see her neck.” Chibs commented knowing he would not go into any greater detail than that.

He sat back at the bar satisfied enough with the little bit of bragging he’d done. He knew he’d never share any of the details about Y/N. He was quite sure she’d embalm him alive if he got too vocal about their bedroom activities. He figured he could get away with bragging about his own sexual prowess though.

“If she didn’t scare the shit out of me, I’d ask if she has any sisters or cousins.” Juice commented Chibs smirking at the words as he sat back at the bar in the Sons’ clubhouse.

He spoke, raising a brow. “My lass scares ya? Sweet wee thing like her scares ya?”

“She told me where the blood goes in an embalming, dude. Shit is spooky,” Juice shuddered remembering the conversation that had happened at the fairground the night before.

Chibs smirked, eager to respond, making Juice shudder all the more. “Aye into the sewer.”

Juice groaned, shaking his head. “Shit, I do not want to be a fly on the wall in you twos private conversations.”

Chibs smirked all the more tempted to prod Juice all the more but held back as Jax Teller entered the clubhouse.

Chibs sighed pulling from the bar knowing a serious talk was needed between his vice pres. and he.

He spoke nodding his head. “Jackie Boy, can we talk?”

Jax nodded off towards his Chapel having the feeling Chibs wanted to talk about something that he didn’t want Juice’s ears lingering around to hear.

The Scot followed Jax into the room, the doors shutting behind them giving them a sense of privacy.

They both sat at the reaper table in their usual spots, Chibs letting out a sigh knowing he had to jump into this right away. “Gunner ran into Y/N at the fairgrounds last night.”

“Shit, fucking asshole. How’s she doing?” Jax dared to ask his jaw tensing at the news. He’d been dreading this possibility the moment Y/N had become once again entangled with SAMCRO.

Chibs shook his head, his fists clenching. “As alrigh’ as she can be. Fuckin terrified her seein him.”

Jax cringed at the comment he daring to speak. “I’m guessing this wasn’t just him being his usual shithead self in front of a woman. From your reaction, I’m guessing she filled you in on the background with him?”

“Aye.” Chibs snapped, taking a deep breath, his eyes crossing over the sign proudly displayed on the chapel wall. Brains Before Bullets.

Jax shook his head, a heavy sigh leaving him, he pulling a cigarette from his kutte pocket lighting it. “Shit was awful. They were this destructive force together. I tried my best to keep him away from her and to talk her out of being stuck to him…but you know how stubborn she is. She was even worse at nineteen.”

“She told me everything.” Chibs blurted out reaching into his own kutte pulling out a cigarette of his own.

Chibs spoke again gripping down onto his cigarette so tight it almost snapped in half. “He fuckin violated er more than once back then. Did ya fuckin know bout that?”

Jax grimaced, shaking his head. “I knew the sex was rough. Gunner loves to brag. If I’d known she…If I ever knew he forced himself on her, I swear I would have killed him.”

Chibs was tempted to say the words What about now? Would you kill him now? I would.

He kept the statement in not having a chance to say the words as Jax spoke. “Shit back then was a blur, Chibs. She was a mess…shit with her brother. I think she was in self destruction mode. She was so young…she loved her brother and he loved the hell out of her. He complained about how much she followed him around, but if anyone else said a word he’d beat their face in. The accident took him from her mentally at least. I felt like I owed it to her and him to let her work shit out. I enabled her. I’ll own up to that. I felt guilty. Ope and I are the ones who encouraged her brother to get that Harley, more me than Opie. After the accident, I blamed myself as much as she blamed me. In my own fucked up way I thought letting her work out her pain in the clubhouse was the right move. If I had been able to predict Gunner, then I would have told her to get the fuck out of my face that very first night she showed up blaming me for her brother’s accident.”

Chibs spoke, taking a long drag of his cigarette, the words harsh. “I want to fuckin kill Gunner. I know I can’t. Shite would bite me in the arse.”

Jax sighed nodding his head in agreement. A member of one charter murdering a member of another charter would likely result in a Mayhem vote towards the killer.

If Chibs killed Gunner and it was found out, Chibs would most likely be killed in retaliation.

Chibs spoke venting out loud talking more to himself than to Jax. “What kind of fuckin man am I if I let him live knowin he violated the woman I love? I don’ care how long ago it was or how fuckin determined she was to destroy herself. I know he hurt her and I know he’d do it again if he was given the chance.”

Jax widened his eyes not missing the word love.

He chose not to address it quick to speak trying to break Chibs out of his vocal inner dialogue. “Then we don’t let him ever be alone with her. Anytime he shows up in Charming, we’re going to make sure those two never cross paths…not without you or me around. The rest of SAMCRO will look out for her too. Her being a business association of the club protects her alone…you being with her guarantees it.”

Chibs let out a shaky breath, his words tense. “I can’t promise I won’t beat the shite out of him on sigh’ if he’s even in the same room with her Jackie. I see him an all I see is red. All I can think bout is him violatin’ her…He bruised her damn wrist at the fairground…if he was willin to do tha’ in public…If I didn’t know wha’ he did to her in private…I’d shudder at imagining it.”

He gazed down at the lit cigarette in his hand remembering his statement to her when she told him about Gunner. If he’d known her back then…he had not finished the sentence yet he knew what he’d say.

His heart screamed he would have protected her had he known her back then. She would have been cherished by him. He would have appreciated her and shown her how to channel her pain without harming herself. He would have fallen for her.

A more sensible part of him knew he was damaged by his past so thoroughly when he first arrived in Charming. That sensible part of his mind told him he would have been so lost in his own misery he might not have had it in him to take on hers. He would have been in no shape to play protector. Perhaps they would have destroyed one another due to their own fear and anguish. Perhaps they would have just used one another to avoid facing their misery. Perhaps they could have been toxic for one another.

His heart battled that thought though the over romantic organ insistent she would have been good for soothing his misery and he would have been good to her. He would have worshipped her making it known mistreatment of her would be met with violence against anyone who laid a finger on her. They would have not destroyed one another the way his mind insisted but instead would have healed each other.

Being by her side now felt so healing. He felt lighter than he’d felt in years. She didn’t make him feel like the dirty damaged outlaw. He felt like Filip who loved deeply and protected those he trusted.

Jax was fast to speak, providing reassurance. “If it comes down to that, you’ll have my support. I think you’ll be justified to knock him out for what happened at the fairground alone. You throwing any punch his way is going to be seen as you defending your ol’ lady.”

The comment about Y/N being his ol lady only brought a small sense of warmth to him, his anguish and rage towards Gunner casting a shadow over what should be such a delightful statement.

“Aye, I’ll defend her. I’d kill fer her Jax. I offered to kill the prick las’ nigh’ and ya know what she said?” Chibs blurted out, taking another drag from his cigarette.

He spoke again before Jax had a chance to reply. “She tol’ me that me killin him would bite me in the arse. She fuckin’ knew how that shite would go down with the club, without even havin to be told. She jus’ knew how our world works.I hate tha’ she’s righ’. She’s too damn clever…makes too much sense even when I’m pissed off.”

Jax shook his head fast to speak. “She’s always been clever.”

Chibs cringed knowing he needed to say the words. He wouldn’t be able to push it from his mind until he cleared the air. “She mentioned her past with ya.”

Jax cringed at the comment knowing that it the conversation was unavoidable. He’d known it would come up the second Chibs started to get close with the local undertaker.

Jax spoke knowing he had to lie it out on the table. “We had fun…when we weren’t arguing…which was most of the time. We argued about everything. I was a prick and she was mouthy. She was angry and I was nursing a broken heart. It wasn’t love, you don’t have to worry about that. We were a good distraction for each other. I never meant for it to go in that direction. At first I just wanted to let her vent about her brother. She seemed like she needed a friend or at least someone who let her talk without judging her. I think we were both caught up in our own problems…our grief over her brother, our mixed feelings about our legacies, and other bullshit. We worked shit out on each other. The sex was good, but we weren’t committed to anything deeper than just fucking each other. I wasn’t looking to make her anything more than a friend who I occasionally hooked up with and she wasn’t looking to be my ol lady. I’m sure my mom would have loved her to be my ol lady…but I wasn’t interested. I’m still not. Trust me, brother. I know she’s yours. I have zero interest in pursuing anything with her and I know the feelings are mutual on her end.”

Chibs let out a shaky breath, his heart lifting at the words I know she’s yours.

He couldn’t ignore the possessive little voice that piped up in the back of his head. Yes she is.

Jax spoke again, a sigh leaving him. “She leaving Charming was what she needed. She was going to wind up dead if she stayed here…especially with Gunner. I worried about her getting so deep back into SAMCRO. She doing okay?”

“I’m takin care of her. I ain’ goin to let nothin happen to her.” Chibs insisted not wanting to spill his guts about her nightmares or the sense of guilt she felt over what she’d done for the club.

That was not his secret to share. Sharing that would be a betrayal of her trust in him.

He spoke needing to say the words he knowing that what he'd said to her the night before as she slept was not just his orgasm talking. His heart screamed that he meant it. “I love her."

He cleared his throat he fast to speak again. "I'm crazy bout er, Jackie Boy. I will make sure she never has the need to leave Charming ever again.”

Jax nodded his head, Chibs almost certain he spotted a hint of relief in the younger man’s eyes.

He spoke a heavy sigh leaving him. “I know she’s not my biggest fan…but I do still care about her as a friend. I know she’s in good hands with you. I’ll do what I can to help you any way I can when it comes to Gunner.”

Chibs let out a sigh of relief nodding his head. “Aye, I appreciate that.”

He stared back up the sign on the chapel wall. Brains Before Bullets.

He knew just putting a bullet in Gunner’s skull was not the answer.

He would have to be smarter than that.

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If anyone had told Y/N just a year ago that she would find herself walking arm and arm with a member of SAMCRO down Main Street, sharing a bag of candy, she might fear she had encountered someone who was quite delusional.

Here she was though walking with Chibs arm linked with hers a bag of chocolates in her hand they shared them as they strolled past shop windows.

Chibs spoke, popping a piece of candy into his mouth. “I use ta steal chocolates from the petrol station when I was a wee lad…that and dirty magazines when I firs realized jus how appealin lasses were.”

She chuckled at the comment, it taking her off guard. “You had sticky fingers?”

“Aye, Christ. If my poor Ma had known she’d have skinned me alive.” Chibs commented a chuckle leaving his lips.

“I imagine so, especially with the titty mags.” She remarked a shaking laugh spilling from his lips.

He spoke, shaking his head. “Aye woulda been drug down to the local Priest by my Ma. Woulda been given so many Hail Marys I woulda had to have been raised in a confession booth.”

She replied to this comment giving his hip a playful nudge as they walked. “So I’m taking it you weren’t a good Catholic boy?”

“I tried…I maybe lied a wee bit in confession sometimes though. Figured some shite is better off between me and God alone…Father Anderson didn’ need to be part of that conversation.” Chibs admitted knowing he probably was considered to be a poor catholic as an adult. He’d not been to confession since he’d lived in Belfast.

He spoke a small sigh leaving him. “My poor Ma…both er kids went astray. She was a good Catholic lass. Cait was less bad than me. She was a wee bit more obedient. Her son though…he’s all his Uncle Filip.”

“You have a nephew?” Y/N dared to ask not helping but to soak up every story Chibs told her about his immediate family though she’d always got the sense it brought up a hint of sorrow in him.

“Aye, Padriac. He adored me growin up. I used to visit Cait and him…make the trip out with some cash and we’d have a wee party, good food and drinks. His da…my sister’s ex, fuckin bastard was a wee bit too much like our Da. Cared more bout the bottle than his family until he disappeared. My Da was older than my Ma when they got together…too damn old to be messin round with a lass er age. My Ma was sweet as can be, loyal heart and tender. She was a saint. She was stern with me and Cait when we needed it but she had a soft soul. She put up with too much from my prick of a Da, and when he left no one missed him. He was a fuckin brute. We were glad to see him leave. Our Ma died a few years after Padriac was born…Cait and I were the only family each other had. After I patched into SAMBEL I visited more. Padriac followed in my footsteps ya know? Prospected fer SAMBEL. Pretty sure he’s been patched in now. He’s bout twenty seven now. He was a teenager last I saw him but he was a handsome lad. Got those Telford genes, tall and dark headed. He’s got that Telford mischievous spirit. He’s a good lad. I love him to death and miss him more than ya know. Made me proud when I heard through the grapevine that he patched in to SAMBEL jus like me.” Chibs recalled, she not helping but to adore the fondness in his voice as he spoke about both his sister and his nephew.

She picked up on the comment about his father and his mother. She guessed that explained some of the sorrow that she sensed when he discussed his mother.

She spoke not helping but to tease him. “So, from what I’m hearing…there’s a younger Telford out there? Crap, I could have gotten a younger model.”

He let out a huff giving her backside a swat not caring if they were in public a laugh leaving her along with a slight squeal.

She buried her face against his arm, a little embarrassed as her squeal caught the attention of a passing man.

Chibs smirked, wrapping an arm around her waist, his voice low, a hint of husk in his voice. “Ya weren’t complainin bout my age when I ate yer pussy the other nigh? Think ya were too busy cummin on my tongue to say much of anythin legible.”

She felt her cheeks flush all the darker as she gazed up at him, his lips pressing to hers he tasting like chocolate and a sense of adoration.

She spoke her voice soft as he pulled from the kiss. “Don’t have any complaints about the older model I got.”

She paused, unable to stop herself. “I have always liked antiques.”

He snorted at the comment, giving her backside another swat, choosing to keep his arm wrapped around her waist as they continued to make their way down main street.

They were unaware of the eyes watching them from within a nearby diner.

Agent June Stahl watched the Scottish Son and the mysterious young woman with avid interest.

She’d not been expecting to spot a Son walking down Main Street when she stopped for a bite to eat the Charming Police Station feeling far too stuffy and Deputy Hale feeling far too suffocating.

She watched the pair as they stopped in front of a shop window the Scot leaning down to say something that the young woman found humorous judging by how her head fell back she clearly giggling. Stahl studied the pair as the Son’s lips pressed to his companion’s they making it clear they did not shy away from PDA. It was an odd sight; the rough looking forty something year old biker and the young elegant looking woman wearing a black dress that could only be described as prim.

She had a feeling judging by their interactions and the way the Scot was staring down at her with devotion that she was no croweater. She looked a little too polished to be a biker groupie. No, the way the Scotsman was staring at his companion screamed ol lady.

She spoke as her waitress refilled her cup of coffee. “Who is that young woman over there? The girl in the black dress across the street?”

The much older waitress who wore a name tag stating her name was Pearl rose a brow, she looking hesitant to speak up about anyone walking hand and hand with a member of SAMCRO.

Stahl resisted the urge to roll her eyes, having taken notice of the residents' hesitance to say much about SAMCRO. The MC had a hold on most of the residents of the town.

Pearl apparently decided her need to gossip was more tempting than the need to stay mum about SAMCRO. “That’s Y/N Y/L/N. She owns Y/L/N and Sons Funeral Home. Her dad died a few months back. She inherited the family business. It’s a good thing she took over since she is the only available heir to do so. She has a brother but the poor dear hasn’t been the same since his motorcycle accident about a decade ago. He’s out in some institution in Lodi allegedly. Poor dear just isn’t right in the head, such a shame. Y/N came back to town for her father’s funeral and stayed. She was living out somewhere else for a while…out east somewhere. I don’t like to gossip but she had a wild streak about a decade ago…got into a lot of trouble, gave her poor dad a time. She seems to have cleaned her act up though…not her taste in men it looks like, but she’s grown up a lot…to be honest, she’s always been a peculiar girl…never quite fit in and didn’t seem to even try to, but she’s running the funeral home now. She seems good at her job at least even with as strange as she’s always been. She made the funeral home look real nice.”

Stahl raised a brow at the information. A funeral director who just happened to be walking down main street with a known criminal?

Stahl frowned, tempted to point out that this Y/N didn’t seem to have cleaned up her act too much if she was buddying up to a member of SAMCRO.

She held in the comment though making a mental note of this young woman.

If she had a wild streak there might be a police record there. Stahl was interested to find that she might just have another SAMCRO ol lady to look into.

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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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SO sorry for how long this took. If it helps, I have 1 B and 7 A's so I promise it's for good reason it took a while. 🖤

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imaginealotofthings · 1 year

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Imagine you find out Chibs is seen with another woman.

"Y/N, they were together."

"We saw them"

"He's moved on!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay Chibby.."

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

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charminggirl512 · 2 years

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calendar // chibs telford x oc

Chibs Telford x F!OC

Warnings: 18+, smut, language, little bit of angst, mentions of pregnancy, jealousy

Word Count: 1,393

A/N: Enjoy some jealous Chibs. Absolutely adore that man.

"Will you stop fidgeting? I think you're more worked up about this than I am and I'm the one in the pictures."

"Well, it's not your wife getting photographed nude on your bike, now is it?"

It was Juice's idea to create a calendar with all of the old ladies of the Sons in Charming and Chibs had been a nervous wreck ever since I eagerly agreed to do it. It was the day of the shoot and they were going all out for it; lighting, fancy cameras, even a wardrobe department despite none of us actually wearing clothes in the photos. I was covered in a short silk robe but if Chibs had it his way, I would've been in a nun's habit.

"I asked you if you were okay with it when Juice asked me and you agreed to it. It's a little late for me to drop out, hun." He glares at my use of the pet name but he knows that I'm right.

"I knew I should've given you that 'Property of Chibs' tattoo when you asked for it when you were drunk," He mumbles under his breath.

"Do it, and I castrate you, Telford." My sickly sweet smile tells him that it is not an empty threat and he's quick to move on.

"All of the clubs around the country are gonna see this! I'm never gonna hear the end of it," He continues to grumble under his breath. I stand on my tiptoes to speak into his ear.

"Keep up the nagging and I'll make sure that Tig is on that bike with me," I whisper before settling back on the balls of my feet, smiling until he leans down to whisper to me.

"Watch yourself, little girl, or you won't be able to sit for a week."

The photographer conveniently calls me over then, so I grin up at Chibs before walking into the center of the lights where they've placed Chibs' bike. All of the Sons are in the room as well as some of the old ladies, the rest of them getting ready for their shoot.

"Alright, Ellie, if you can just take your robe off for me and hand it to my assistant then we'll get you situated on the bike." I wink at my husband before undoing the knot keeping my robe closed to the sound of whistles and hoots from the crowd.

I've always been in pretty good shape, despite having two boys that wrecked my body for a short period of time. My Scottish genes are strong, giving me wide hips, a tiny waist, and tits that are bigger than Chibs' hands can hold, further enlarged by two pregnancies. My dark brown curls hang down almost to my ass, complimenting my bright blue eyes that sparkle under the beaming lights. I have no shame about hiding my body and don't really care that all of Chibs' brothers are seeing it right now because, at the end of the day, I'm going home with my Scotsman.

They carefully position me so that my back is arched to display my ass, the side of my arm hiding my nipples where my hands are holding the throttle. The photographer first has me throw my head back so that my hair flies through the air as I bite my lip and she snaps a million pictures.

"That's it, baby!" I hear Chibs smack Tig upside the head and laugh despite not being able to see the two of them. Next, she has me stare sultrily at the camera, giving my best sex eyes. I glance over at Chibs in between shots and he's biting down on his hand as he focuses on my body, never once shifting his gaze.

The next pose that the photographer puts me in actually makes me a little nervous, but I don't hold back. I flip my body over and carefully balance my hands on the seat, my back towards the throttle as I rest my feet clad in four-inch black heels on the seat of the bike. Normally, my husband would be getting onto me for putting my heels on the expensive leather, but all I hear is him choking on his breath as I do the traditional pin-up girl pose completely naked (with the exception of his silver cross necklace) on his $50,000 motorcycle.

"Oh, Jesus," I hear Jax say before Tara smacks him on the arm.

"Jackson Teller, you better not be looking at Ellie like that," Tara scolds as she stands there in a robe similar to the one that I had on.

"You were looking too," He whines and she smacks him again.

The final pose that she has me do is squatting down next to the bike, one hand on the seat and the other on my thigh. The bike protects the people on the other side from seeing between my spread legs as I look over my shoulder at the camera. As soon as the photographer says that she's done with me, Chibs races over and throws me over his shoulder like a caveman. I squeal as he bands one of his arms around my thighs, his hand squeezing the muscle there.

"Don't be too loud! It'll be distracting for the rest of us," Tig calls after us as Chibs carries me into the Chapel of the clubhouse.

He slams the door behind us before dropping me onto the table to turn around and place a chair under the handles of the doors to ensure that no one enters. He pounces on me as soon as he's done, already throwing off his kutte and white t-shirt as he assaults my lips.

"I'm gonna fuck you hard and quick right now, baby, and then later, I'm gonna fuck you nice and slow on my bike to remind you that while you may get to show them your body, you're mine." I moan at his words and get even louder as he abruptly shoves two fingers inside of me, his thumb rubbing quick circles over my clit. I try to clumsily undo his belt as he already brings me on the brink of an orgasm.

"You almost made me come in my pants like a teenage boy, lass, seducing me on my bike like that. If I had my way, I would be fucking you on it now, but it's best not to let them see you break over and over again on my cock."

His words are my undoing and I bare down on his fingers, screaming his name as he continues to fuck me with his hand. When I finally can take a deep breath, I reach into his pants and pull out his cock, come already leaking from the tip of his thickness. I spit on my hand before quickly jerking him a few times until he takes over and thrusts into me. He briskly sinks into me all the way, quickly thrusting back into me.

He picks up his pace as I squeal his name over and over again into his neck. My heels dig into the base of his back as he plunges into me again and again, seeming to get deeper every time. I come again as he bites into my neck and massages my ass before slapping the thick flesh. I hold onto his ass and press him into me as much as I can as he shoots into me, repeating my name over and over again into my chest.

He collapses onto me as we both take deep breaths. I run my hands through his disheveled salt-and-pepper hair, knowing that my hair probably looks even crazier. He stands up and gently pulls out of me as he grabs his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans. He snaps a picture of me, the Grim Reaper behind my messy sex hair, bite marks all over my chest and neck, and Chibs' come leaking out of my pussy.

"Now that's what they should've taken a picture of."

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We get a copy of the calendar a couple of months later. They ended up picking the pin-up style picture of me for the month of June. Chibs stands behind me in the kitchen as we look at it, pulling out his phone to order three more from Juice.

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ambassadortotrilliusprime · 3 months

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When your best friend decides now…

TODAY.

THIS 24TH DAY OF JANUARY.

To tease you with a preview to a new chapter of your favorite story…

And then 😂 stop 😂 mid 😂 fucking 😂 sentence 😂

That’s when you know for sure.

She hates you.

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sogoodtoheritsvicious · 1 year

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Hi and for the love of God hello 👋🏼 after going back and forth i’ve decided to try my hand at writing for the mayans boys and the sons we all know and love! Please feel free to hit up my ask box <3

Requests: Open

who i write for:

- Mayans MC

• Angel Reyes

• Ez Reyes

• Coco Cruz

• Nestor Oceteva

• Neron “Creeper” Vargas

• Bishop Losa

• Hank Loza

• Gilly Lopez

• Michael “Riz” Ariza

- Sons Of Anarchy

• Jax Teller

• Juice Ortiz

• Opie Winston

• Happy Lowman

• Herman Kozik

• Filip “Chibs” Telford

• Alexander “Tig” Trager

What i take requests for:

• Headcanons

• Preferences

• Would includes

• Most likely to’s

What i don’t take requests for:

• Smut

• Self harm of any kind - talking about the reader having a mental illness is fine but i’m not comfortable writing about them harming themselves

• Reader being related to any of the characters

• Toxic relationships - We’re all about healthy, loving relationships in this house!

any gifs used are not mine!

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ravennaortiz · 2 months

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Request for Chibs no.39 Blank is your dad/brother? Why didn't you tell me! Please 🤩

A little story for Chibs? I can do that for you love! Feel free to stop by again! As always my stories are 18+!

Chibs phone ringing had you both groaning in the late morning sunshine that was filtering through your blinds. "Sorry love" murmured Chibs as he kissed your spine before pulling himself out of you. Searching for his phone in the pile of clothes from last night he sighed as he saw he had missed ten calls.

Missed wasn't really the word as he purposefully had been ignoring it as he the two of you had been savoring each others bodies for hours. As he called Juice back his eyes caught a familiar face in a frame on your wall. Closing his eyes he knew he was fucked when Juice finally answered

"You really fucked up" chuckled the younger man through the phone as the sounds of metal slamming and crashing came through in the background.

"How was I suppose to know?" snapped Chibs as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Only knew he had two! he never mentioned he had a third daughter" he continued before turning to face you and pointing. "And why didn't you tell me Tig Trager was your dad?"

"You're still in her house? Damn get it Chibs" chuckled Juice before Chibs hung up.

"I mean when did you want me to mention my dad? When your face was buried in me? When I was on my knees with you in my throat? Or when you had me folded like a pretzel making me call you daddy?" you replied with a raised eyebrow. You smiled as you watched Chibs skin flush at your words.

Chibs sighed before making his way back to the bed. Your words had him riled up and he wanted nothing more than to wipe that cocky smirk from your mouth. He was already in deep with his friend he might as well keep going. Your giggles quickly turned into sweet moans as he shoved himself back inside your slick heat.

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Car troubles

pairing: Chibs Telford x plus-size reader

words: 2829

warnings: there is 18+ content throughout (minors DNI), smut, mentions of alcohol

Summary: your car broke down and you get towed to Teller-Morrow. Chibs already waits for you and it looks like it’s gonna be expensive. The two of you find a different form of payment...

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You were sitting on the passenger side of the tow truck, driven by the latest prospect, as it pulled into the Teller-Morrow lot, pulling your car right behind.

Your car had just stopped working in the middle of town and you just about made it into a free parking spot.

Chibs was already waiting for you at the garage and came over to greet you and take a first look at your car. He was wearing a mechanics vest and you couldn't deny how hot he looked in it.

"What did ya do?", he immediately asked as you stepped out of the truck. "Nothing!", you exclaimed outraged at his accusations. "It just stopped working", you added and put your hands on your hips as you came around the hood of the truck.

"I think it's the starter and the fan belt ripped", the prospect said out of the window of the driver's seat. "Aye, get it in the garage, have Lyle look at it", Chibs ordered him and turned to you as the tow truck drove off.

"Sounds expensive", you commented and looked after your car that was being pulled away. "I'll make you a good offer. Special price for the pretty lady", he said and winked at you.

"And what do I have to do for that special price?", you joined in on the flirting. You ran your hands down his chest, feeling the material of his shirt underneath your fingers. "You look really hot in that, by the way", you told him as you pulled at the hem of his vest, not taking your hands off him.

"Well, if you don’t have enough money for the repair, we'll have to find a different form of payment", Chibs continued, obviously liking where this was going.

"Oh, I would do anything. I really need my car", you said in your best porn actor voice and looked at him with big eyes. You had picked up a thing or two from working close to a porn set every day.

Your hand moved further down and grabbed his already hardening cock through his pants. "Anything", you repeated like you were really serious about it.

Chibs cleared his throat and tried to hold back a smile. "I think we can find a solution in my office", he suggested and gestured towards the space next to the garage. You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded, looking up at him from under your lashes.

"And keep that thing on", you said before you led the way to the office. He brought out your kinky side. "Will do, Ma'am", he obeyed and you could hear the giddy in his voice as he came after you. Thank god that Gemma wasn’t in today.

You got to the office space first, coming through the door from the garage. You walked straight over to the other door out to the lot, closed and locked it. Then you shut the blinds on the window next to it. When you turned around, Chibs was shutting the blinds into the garage.

“Did you lock that?”, you asked him and nodded at the door behind him. “Now, where’s da fun in that, luv?”, he asked with a sly smile and came towards you. You stopped him at an arm’s length.

“Filip”, you warned him, throwing him a look. He broke after only a second. “Alright, alright”, he turned around with a huff and turned the lock of the door.

When he turned back around, you had your shirt already off. “Now let me pay that bill”, you winked at him, striding towards him, back in roleplay mode.

“Aye”, he growled and leaned against the desk. Your mouth latched onto his as your hands found their way to his pants, pulling down his zipper. Your hands reached inside, grabbing his hardening cock and started to stroke it.

Chibs’ hands opened your jeans as well and pushed them down along with your panties as far as he could from his position. You kicked your shoes off your feet and took a step back to pull the sturdy fabric off your legs.

Chibs cleaned the desk with one swift motion of his arm. “Oh, fuck, that’s hot”, you said as you watched him do that and bit down on your bottom lip again. You always wanted to do that. You grabbed your purse to pull out a condom. Ever since this thing with Chibs had started, you made sure to always have some on you and they always came in handy.

With Chibs’ help, you jumped up on the table and spread your legs for him to step in-between them. You put the condom on his cock and guided him inside you. “Fuck, yes”, you breathed out as he filled you.

With one hand behind you on the desk and one arm around his neck, you stabilized your body as he started fucking you. His hands grabbed your thighs and moved back to your ass where he pushed you against him with every thrust. “Yes, give it to me, baby”, you called out, throwing your head back and suckin in your bottom lip before you looked down at where your bodies met.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot, lass”, Chibs growled and his hand reached out to pull the cups of your bra down, freeing your nipples. He leaned down to close his lips around one of them and flicked it with his tongue.

You leaned back until your back rested on the cold wood of the desk. Chibs’ hands grabbed your breasts and thrusted into you. Your hands grabbed the edge of the desk and held on tightly as he kept pounding into you. He looked so fucking hot in his mechanics shirt, it was like you were in a porn scene right now.

“Come on, get up, I wanna bend ya over the desk”, he said and helped you to sit up by a pull on your hands. You jumped off the desk and turned around. With a hand on your back, he pushed you down until your whole upper body laid flat on the wooden surface, your ass pushed up into the air.

You felt him gliding his tip through your folds. “Fuck me, baby, give it to me”, you moaned and wiggled your ass at him, begging him to enter you again.

You felt a tight grip on your hips before he pushed inside you. You both moaned out loud at the feeling. Chibs pushed into you with fast and hard thrusts, keeping you steady by your hips.

You moved up until you rested on your forearms, pushing back and meeting his hips with every stroke.

You suddenly felt an arm snaking around your chest and then you were pulled up against his. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your boob, his hips snapping against your ass.

“Yeah, make me pay for that bill”, you moaned, getting back to the little roleplay you had going on. “Every. Last. Penny”, you panted with every thrust. You felt his hand moving up to your neck and squeezing it lightly. His other hand came up from your hips to squeeze your boobs again.

“You’re so naughty, I love it”, he growled at your ear and fucked you even harder.

His fingers around your throat got a little tighter and your breath hitched in your throat at the sensation. You felt him coming inside you just a moment later, growling loudly and pressing you into him with his arm while moaning your name.

“Oh baby”, you whined at the sensation, starting to really clench around his cock inside you as your orgasm was building up. The hand from your boob moved down to your clit and started rubbing it with light pressure.

“Fuck!”, you called out in surprise as your orgasm came crashing down on you just a few moments later. You felt the need to bend over, but Chibs held you in place and kept rubbing your little nub to the point of overstimulation as his moves inside you became slower.

When he finally let go of you, you had to hold yourself up with your hands on the desk. Your knees felt weak and unsteady for a few moments.

Chibs slipped out of you and took the condom off, throwing it in the bin.

“Just like that?”, you asked, looking at the bin in the corner and then him while you pulled the cups of your bra up again. “Wouldn’t be the first time”, he told you. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “Not all mine”, he clarified with his hands defensively in the air. “Mh-hm”, you hummed in joking disbelief and put your panties back on before you reached for your pair of jeans.

Meanwhile, Chibs packed himself back into his pants and zipped them up. He was dressed again way quicker. He grabbed a cigarette from his back pocket and lit it while leaning against the edge of the desk and watching you getting dressed again.

“We should probably clean that up”, you nodded at the paper and folders on the floor while you pulled down your shirt. “A prospect can do that”, Chibs waved it off.

“Do the prospects have to do anything for you or do you do some things yourself?”, you asked him in a sarcastic tone and raised an eyebrow at him again before you bent down to put on your shoes.

“I only do the important bits”, he said as he got back up from the desk and slapped your ass. “Hey, those bits have a name. You just called it out while filling that condom over there”, you told him as you snapped back up and pointed at the bin.

Instead of an answer, Chibs just chuckled and gave you a kiss, with his hand moving into the back pocket of your jeans and pushing you against him.

“You’re really lucky you’re cute, you know that?”, you told him when he pulled back again, feeling a little light-headed by the amazing kiss. He just winked at you and took a drag of his cigarette before he walked over and opened the door into the lot for you.

When you came back out with disheveled hair and pulling on your clothes, some of the Sons were sitting outside the clubhouse and drinking beer. When they saw you exiting the office, they were whistling and cheering.

"Shut yer stupid faces!", Chibs called out to them but you could hear the smile in his voice.

"Chibs was just explaining to me what needs to be done to my car", you attempted an excuse for the state of you when you came closer to the benches.

"And did he explain it to you from the front or the back?", Tig asked and wiggled his eyebrows. You grabbed a bottle of beer and took a big sip as you were very thirsty.

"Both", you commented and a smile made its way on your lips. "Nice", Tig said and nodded his head with a dirty grin.

"You're acting like horny teenagers", Bobby mentioned and rolled his eyes.

"What can I say, she keeps me young", Chibs shrugged his shoulders and put an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side and pressing a kiss to your temple.

You were a bit surprised by his public display of affection, he hasn't done that in front of the guys before. Making out in the clubhouse or having an arm around your shoulders or waist, yes, but never something so intimate as this little kiss. Even after what you just did, it made you blush. You quickly took another sip of your beer to hide it.

"So, how long before I can have my car back?", you turned to Chibs to change the topic. "Lyle's workin’ on it as we speak. Probably about an hour", he told you.

"So, I got an hour to kill?", you thought out loud. "Darling, I'd love to but I need a few minutes", Chibs said and winked at you.

"You're fucking an old man, doll. There are no back-to-back rides", Bobby laughed and the others chimed in.

Right at that moment, you noticed Tara driving onto the lot with the boys in the car.

"Not what I meant, but ok", you mentioned and emptied your bottle of beer. "So much for keeping you young, huh?", you taunted him before you pressed your empty bottle into his free hand and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"I'm gonna spend time with some real young men", you winked at him and walked over to Tara's car, where she was in the middle of unbuckling Abel's car seat.

"Hey guys!", you exclaimed and Tara looked over her shoulder and a smile appeared on her face as she spotted you.

"Hey, Y/N", she greeted you. "You need a hand?", you asked. "Can you get Tommy out of his seat?", she nodded towards the other side of the car.

"Sure", you agreed and walked over. "Hey, Tommy-boy", you said as you opened the car door with a big smile. Tommy and his wild hair always made you smile.

You got him out of his car seat and balanced him on your hip. You and Tara met at the back of the car.

"Want me to take them off your hands? I got an hour to kill before my car's ready", you offered.

"What's wrong with your car?", Tara asked as she held Abel's hand. "I have no idea. It just doesn't do want I want it to do", you shrugged your shoulders with a chuckle.

"Uncle Wayne!", Abel called out as Unser stepped out of his trailer and rushed over to him. "Be careful, Abel", Tara called after him.

"I got it", you told her and took the diaper bag from her to go after Abel.

You and Unser took care of the boys at the playground area of the lot while Tara had an appointment for her hand.

About an hour later, the prospect that drove you here, came over to the playground. “Y/N, your car’s ready”, he told you. You were in the middle of pushing Abel on the swing while Unser was sitting on the bench across from you, bouncing Thomas on his knee.

“Okay, thanks”, you said and looked over to Unser. “Are you good with the two alone?”, you asked him and gave Abel a final push before walking around the swing set.

“Sure, no problem. Tara’s gonna be back soon anyway”, he waved off your concerns.

You walked over to the bench and brushed some of Thomas’ hair out of his face. “Bye, young man. I’ll see you soon”, you said and he looked up at you, squinting his eyes because of the sun and continued to chew on his fingers.

“Thank you for playing with me, Abel, that was really fun. I gotta go now, but let’s do that again soon, huh?”, you told Abel as you shouldered your purse. “Okay”, he just said while going back and forth on the swing. “Okay”, you repeated with a chuckle.

“Bye, Wayne”, you said to the former cop and walked over to the garage to collect your car.

Chibs was just closing the hood of your car and wiped his greasy hands on a towel. “Good as new”, he told you and came around the car.

“Great, what do I owe you?”, you asked and looked for your wallet in your bag. “We settled that before, you’re good”, he reminded you with a wink.

You tilted your head to the side and looked at him. “That’s really nice, but that was just some little roleplay. I wasn’t expecting to actually not pay for the repair”, you told him as you gestured towards the office.

“I know. Just call it a friends-and-family-discount”, he suggested and threw the towel over his shoulder. He opened the door for you and handed you your key. You felt a little pull in your guts at his choice of words. You didn’t know what you were to him, like a friend or like family. And so far, he had given you no real indication where he was leaning by now.

“Okay, thank you”, you told him a bit reluctantly. You felt like you used sex to get something for free, even though that wasn’t your intention when you had started that little roleplay.

You kissed him once more before you got into your car. You started the engine and let down your window as it was hot inside.

“Hey”, Chibs said, bent down and put his forearms on the bottom frame of the car window. “Damage your car more often, that was fun”, he told you and a smile pulled at the corners of your lips at his words. “I’ll see what I can do”, you said, winked at him and drove off the lot.

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