#tommy flanagan fanfic

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Wicked Way - A Chibs Telford/Reader One Shot Story

More Chibs smut for you all! @withmyteeth​ and @vulgar-display-of-escapism​ especially! :D

Words - 1,162

Warnings - Smut below the cut. Minors DNI!!

“Miss me, baby?”  

You always do when he’s been away. Always, turning over in bed to kiss your husband in greeting, glad he made it back from Southern Cali in one piece. With the Mayans, you’re never too sure. It’s his life, though, and you’ve been with him through it all as he ascended the ranks, eventually taking the gavel to lead SAMCRO. Now is not a time to ponder the thanking of your lucky stars he’s home and safe, though. Now is the time to let him do what he does best; have his wicked way with you.  

He turns you onto your back, kissing you with hungry need, your fingers combing through his silver hair, humming happily against his tongue. God, this man. He makes you burn for him every time, your body shivering softly as his mouth scatters a constellation over your neck and breasts, hands gripping your sides.  

You pant in anticipation as his illimitably skilled mouth kisses its way lower, his tongue circling your navel as his long fingers move to stroke swirly patterns across your breasts. “Such crackin’ tits, hen.” Yes, he’s definitely a boob man. Your nipples harden to his touch as his mouth sprinkles kisses over your pubic mound, making you wonder whether he’ll be merciless and tease you with the promise of his tongue slipping down lower. Its presence running between your folds definitely tells you otherwise, much to your delight.  

A long, soft gasp leaves your mouth, your hips quivering a little at feeling his tongue roll across your clit, the caress gentle but very precise, sliding down to your opening and pushing within you to circle around before he runs it back up in a long, slow, flat lick, which he repeats over and over, your body arching off the bed in appreciation of such a thorough touch.

“Oh, fucking hell. You’re too good at that,” you sigh, running your hands through his hair and moaning softly.  

“Aye.”

You laugh softly through your nose. “And so modest with it too, Filip.”

He chuckles, looking up, winking. “Aye.” He continues with those long, firm licks against your heat, pulling your clit hood back with his thumb before circling it very, very slowly, going from light to firmer pressure, sucking on you hungrily, evoking your helpless little cries.  

He has you beside yourself with pleasure, eating you eagerly as he looks up and watches your body writhing against his mouth. Lick, suck, circle, flick, blow and suck again. Those are the actions he repeats to your ruin, little shocks of pleasure skittering through you, your nails digging into his shoulders. Your burn only increases with the addition of his fingers, teasing at your opening, making you mewl impatiently before they sink into your soaking heat.  

He groans, his voice all grit and gravel, feeling you flutter around him as he strokes your walls, tongue laving back and forth over your bud in a speedy beat, your thighs writhing against his face, panting heavily as you feel a tingling current begin to flow over your body, the intensity gathering momentum, his tongue speeding up.

“Come on, gorgeous. Cum all my tongue, yeah.” He encourages you with, propelling your undoing as you crest hard, wild heat burning through you, leaving you a trembling wreck on the bed.

“Fuck, you’ve ruined me,” you pant, looking down to see him grinning wickedly as he kisses and licks your inner thigh.

“Not yet I haven’t.” He replies, laughing to himself before moving his mouth back between your legs. He keeps each touch of his tongue light and gentle, letting your oversensitivity pass before licking at you thoroughly once more, pushing his fingers back into your soft cunt and groaning at how wet you are for him, your inner muscles tensing around them as he strokes at you.

Your head thuds back on the pillows, your eyes closing, sighing as the hum of sexual gratification begins to flow again, his lips sliding down your clit as he sucks on it, the vibrations from his moans only adding to the incredible pleasure he bestows upon you.  

Again, he judges by the way you react to his touch, using more pressure with his fingers and licking at your hard little bundle of nerves faster the more your breathing and moaning escalates, knowing you’re getting close again already. This man, he knows the canvass of your body in which he paints his lust for you upon. He always has, too.  

With his free hand he pumps his cock hard, so that this time at the point of your undoing, it will be around him. Your legs tense as you cry out repeatedly, Chibs sitting up quickly and sinking himself within your soaking heat, rubbing at your clit with his thumb as your inner muscles go into spasmodic flutter around his girth.

“Fuck, ahhhhhh!” you wail as he fucks you there, not stopping for a moment as he pushes your legs open wider, pressing your thighs down against the bed, plunging deeply into your quivering heat.

“You look so fucking sexy when you cum.” Leaning down, he kisses you hungrily, mouth moving to your neck as you moan in rapture at the feeling of his perfect cock inside of you again, stroking his chest, your nails marking him. He sits back up, beginning to thrust into you rapaciously, hands gripping your waist as he stares down at you, watching you enjoying every last inch of his hardness. At fifty-nine, he might not be able to fuck you as many times in a night as he would have, had you met him at thirty-nine, but fuck, he does it so damn masterfully, once is all you need.  

He arrows you thoroughly, every last inch of him sinking into the wet clutch of your cunt as you open for him, panting hard, your moans filling the room as he has you, spread and helpless before him, fucking you like a jackhammer. He slows then, thumb languidly swirling over your clit, each thrust more contained, dragging sparks as he scrapes your walls, bending to suck your nipples in turn with an aroused grumble.  

That slowness is abandoned once more, Chibs railing you into the bed, loving the way you wail for him, hand stroking your cheek before he grasps your jaw in a strong grip, the cool metal of his chunky wedding ring pressing into your skin, feeding you his thumb as he looks at you with uncontained lust. It escalates sharply, consummation rushing through you as lightning flickers at the base of your spine, striking home as he closes his eyes tightly and moans gutturally, spilling into you, thick ropes of cum filling you.  

You lie breathless against one another, the breeze from the open window cooling you down, the cicadas chirping outside the only sound in the still of the night, other than him whispering how much he loves you as slumber takes hold.  

A/N - Would you like to be an absolute doll and help me reach more Chibs fans by reblogging this? A little comment wouldn’t go amiss, either! x

[mrsfilipchibstelford]

Soooo, this doesn't have a title and im not sure if I'm even going to finish it but here it is. All the appreciation and love to @darqchilddaydreamz for helping me with this

Chibs sat on the plane quietly and bit his lip. He glanced over to where Fiona and Kerrianne were and while he was happy to have them around and spend time with them again, especially his daughter, he was worried about Y/N's reaction. They had fought for weeks before he left for Ireland and he hadn't really talked to her while he was gone. She had no idea he was bringing them back with him and that his family were now going to be living in Charming. Y/N  was going to lose her fucking mind and he could only hope to be able to talk her down. She was highly insecure about the situation with Fiona and she also couldn't stand the woman for what she had done to Chibs years back. She wasn't one to forgive and forget.

"You ok sweetheart? You've been really quiet since we left." Gemma's voice drew him out of his thoughts and he threw a weak half smile at her.

"Aside from the fact that Y/N is probably gonna leave me? I'm fucking great," he sighed. The last thing he wanted was to lose her, but he had to make sure that his family was safe. And now thanks to that bastard O'Phelan, Ireland was no longer safe for them.

 Gemma nodded over to where his family was sitting.

"You think Fiona is gonna start shit?"

"I think Y/N is. We were barely on speaking terms before I went to Ireland and I am not looking forward to any of what's waiting for me when we get home."

"Maybe if you start with the fact that you're now divorced she'll be okay."

"I fucking doubt it. I'm pretty sure I'm about to lose the only good I have in my life. Don't get me wrong I love the club and my brothers and you too of course but Fiona's always had a special talent for ruining my life and if I lose Y/N…”, his voice trailed off. “I don't want to live without her Gemma."  

***********************

Y/N watched as everyone reunited, she was about to go to Chibs when she spotted Fiona and felt her heart drop. Y/N could feel his eyes on her as she turned towards the garage and walked away. It seemed pretty clear to her where her relationship with Chibs stood now that he had brought his wife and daughter back with him. She had found out while Chibs was in Ireland that she was pregnant and had planned to tell him when he got back but now she wasn't sure she should. She also wasn't about to stand there and listen to whatever excuses he had come up with on the plane ride home so she grabbed her bag from her brother's workstation and headed towards her car. She went to open the door when she felt it shut. Without looking, she knew it was Filip.

"Can we talk, love? I promise it isn't how it looks."

She shook her head and swallowed back her tears. "I don't wanna hear it."

"Y/N, let me explain before you do something we both regret. Please."

Chibs could feel the tears coming and it was getting difficult for him to breathe. He was on the verge of a full-blown panic attack and it didn't look like there was anything he could do about it. He knew her brother was watching them to see how it played out and he also knew that if Y/N began to cry, Tig wouldn't hesitate to start throwing punches.

"You don't need to explain anything. I'm not stupid so can I just go now?"

He thrust papers into her hands as soon as she turned around to face him.

"I'm divorced now, my love. Only reason they are here is because it's not safe for them to stay in Ireland anymore. Trust me darlin', Fi is just as pissed off about being here as you are. I know things between us haven't been good for a while but I love you more than anything. I don't want to live without you. I can't. You're the only good in my life aside from Kerrianne. Can we please just go back to how it was before? We could ride to Vegas and get married. Or do something here. Whatever you want."

"Getting married isn't going to solve our problems, Filip."

Chibs grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him and hugged her like it was the last time he'd be able to touch her. He buried his head in her hair and whispered that he was sorry.

"I'll fix whatever I have to. Just tell me what to do."

Y/N didn't really want to be in Charming anymore and she knew if he knew about her being pregnant he would never allow her to leave. But she also didn't want to keep him from their child, and especially after what had happened with Kerrianne.

"I want to go home. Clearly, I don't belong here anymore" she gestured towards his girls.

[theidiootti1]

Don’t Leave Me Like This

Chapter: 3

I walked up to him without him really noticing me. I cleared my throath and that's finally when he rised his gaze and looked straight at me with those beautiful brown eyes.

Akward silence fell over us. God it was so embarrasing, he must have forgotten me. This was it I did embarras myself and I wanted to go under the ground and dissapear, until.

"Hey, lass ? What are you doing here ?" He asked with that sweetest accent

My eyes widened for a moment, i felt like i forget why i even was here.

"I..I just moved here", I suttered nervously

"I saw you and I wanted to say Hi..To my brave savior", I joked

He let out a laugh and turned to my way

"Like I said before. I did what anyone could have done for beautiful lass like you.", He said and I can swear i saw how his cheeks turned a bit red after that.

Cause mine surely did. I swallowed the lump in my throath and my mouth felt like it was made of sandpaper. Why was I feeling like this ?

Next frog i let to slip from my mouth got away before I could even react.

"I thought I couldn't thank you enough of the work you did..you really saved my day that day. I wondered if I could buy you a dinner ?" I asked nervously glancing down at my shoes.

He cocked his head to the side amused look on his face. God he must think i'm some kind of mad person. He let out a sigh and then smiled slightly and those dimples on his cheeks made my knees go jelly.

"If you really insist", he said "I can't say no to free dinner" he chuckled

I was shocked he even agreed to my plans. I felt like my chest was filled with big butterflyes, seeking for their escape. I smiled nervously and nodded my head.

"It's a deal then. Tomorrow ? At lunch time if it's okay ?" I asked and he nodded

"Lunch time it is then You can find me from TM Auto", he said with a smile and he was already turning to walk away before it struck me. I didn't even know his name.

I quickly grabbes his wrist and he stopped turning around to look at me. My cheeks felt hot and I definitely looked like an tomatoe. I quickly withdraw my hand and looked back to ground.

"I think I missed your name ?" I asked while playing with my hands

He chuckled and nodded "aye I think i forget to introduce myself. I'm Chibs...but you can call me Filip", Chibs said while stretching his hand towards me

I looked at his big hand and I placed mine into his with bit of hesitation. My hand looked so small in his

"Nice to meet you, Filip", I said testing his name out

"My name is Anna", I said with nod and he smiled back at me

"Nice to meet ya too Anna..see ya tomorrow then ?" He asked and I nodded

That's when he pulled his hand off mine and i felt bit dissapointed. His hand felts so good and warm agaisnt mine. What Am I thinking ?!

I watched him walk away and I was left there to stand by myself. I quickly shaked my head coming out of my clouds remembering where I was. I saw some elderly person staring at me with hard eyes. I swallowed and quickly slipped to next aisle. I couldn't believe I was going to dinner with this man and I couldn't be happier.

*next day*

I drove my car to TM auto motive lot and parked my car opposite of neat line of bikes. I kept my hands on the stearing wheel and I exhaled deep. I felt my hands starting to sweat and my heart starting to beat faster. I checked myself from the mirror cursin how ugly I looked to myself. Finally after sitting there for a while and collecting myself (and various looks from people around the lot), I climbed out of my car and closed the door. I started walking uncertainly towards the garage building hoping to see my saving knight somewhere around there. 

I bet I was looking stupid when I was trying to spot him as one of the guys touched my shoulder and I almost jumped out of my skin as I turned on my heels. The guy was almost bald beside his head tattoos and dumb looking mohawk. Beside that he seemed like a sweet guy

"Im sorry, are you okay miss ?", he apolozised and rised his hands up in surrender

I held my chest with my hand and exhaled "You scared me there, but Im fine", I laughed waving my other hand to him

"Im sorry, everyone always says how I have to stop sneeking on people", he rambled bit shyly "Are you looking for something ," he asked while gesturingntowards the garage building

*more like someone*, I thought to myself "As matter of fact Im looking for one of your man, his name is Chibs", I said and I saw lamp light over the guys head

"So you are the woman Chibby was talking about", he smiled stupidly and I started to wonder what kind of things he would have talked about.

"Yeah..He helped me to change my tire", I said with smile, thinking about the nice memory

"Yeah He told me about it...I think I saw him somewhere there while ago", he said while pointing to the clubhouse building

I moved my gaze to the direction he was pointing at "Oh ok, Thank you...?"

"Juice", he grinned and extended his hand to me,

I took it and shook hands with him "well thank you, Juice. See you", I said as I started to walk towards the shady looking building.

I didn't know what to expect when I first time set my foot into the home of the local outlaws. Maybe I thought I would see half naked woman and illegal stuff everywhere, but instead it was pretty neat and clean. I moved my gaze to the bar and saw few guys sitting there including the man I was looking for.

I walked over to him and I poked his shoulder. He turned around and after seeing me he smiled to me.

"There ya are lass, ready to go for that lunch ?" He asked while getting up from the bar stool

I smiled and nodded my head at him "Im starving", I laughed, god his smile was making me nervous, and his dimples wasn't helping my situation of red face.

"Lead the way darling", he said while showing me to go first with his hand. I walked towards the clubhouse door and towards the parking lot. When he was walking towards his bike and I was silently going to my car he suddenly stopped and looked at me

"Your riding with me", he decided for me and I looked at him dumbly. I couldn't say no to him, I always liked to sit on a motorcycle.

"Oh ok", I laughed and changed my direction and walked to him standing beside the Harley Davidson. He handend me spare helmet and smiled at me

"You have ridden on a bike before ?" He asked me while he put on his own helmet

"Yeah, my dad used to have motorcycle and I liked to sit aboard", I said smiling for the fond memory

He hummed and mounted his bike, He offered his hand for me and I carefully climbed to his back. I circled my arms around his middle and I couldn't help than to enjoy how warm his body was against mine.

He started the bike with rev and rided out of the lot towards the road. There was few curious pair of eyes at the garage looking after us. Including the queen of samcro from her kingdom, the office.

-~-

We rode down the streets towards little diner at the outskirt of charming. It was small but cozy and they served nice and cheap food. I handed my helmet to Chibs who hung it on the mirror while getting up from the bike.

We walked inside and sat down into one of the booths near window. It didn't take long for the waitres to come and take our orders.

As we enjoyed our meals and the company we talked about different things. Even laughed a bit to some stupid things. I was having a great time and I couldn't help how hard I was falling for the man sitting across from me. How easily he carried the conversation. How gentleman he was, polite even. He was amazing. And god help his laugh and that Scottish accent, only great added bonus. He was nothing like people would think about him just by looking at his grumpy look.

When we were finished with our meals I was feeling kinda sad that our together time was nearing to an end. I could listen to his stories about the guys and his life when he worked in british army for 5 months for ever. I was dissapointed that the time flew past so fast.

We left the diner thanking the waitress and we walked back to his bike without speaking. We mounted his bike and we were already on our way back to the clubhouse. I leaned my cheek against his back and I let his warmth embrace me. I was enjoying the moment as long as it lasted as we soon arrived to TM parking lot.

We climbed of the bike and I handed my helmet back to him which he took from me. I was trying to find words how to say How amazing time I had while he was studying the helmet carefully

"Thank you", I said "I had really nice time with you today, really saved my week", I laughed nervously as he lifted his gaze up. Probably as nervous as I was but he wasn't letting it to show as easily as my red cheeks.

He smiled back to me and nodded "Aye..Im glad you enjoyed it..I-I liked it too", he said

I felt my heart beat faster as I nodded "Okay", I just blurted out "Well I think I have to get going and let you back to your work", I said as I started to back away slowly. As I turned around he called my name

I turned around to look at him again as He rised his look nervously "ohmm...We have club party on friday, would you like to come ?" He asked

Chibs guestion got me off guard, did he really want me to come to their club party ? Not like I had anything to do anyways.

"Okay, I try to remember", I told him with smile which he answered with his dimple one. I finally turned around and walked back to my car.

After I sat down onto the drivers seat and closed to door i couldn't help that to giggle like an maniac. I think I was crushing on this scottish outlaw. And I was crushing hard. Rational part of my brain was trying to tell me that this thing wouldn’t ever work, and Samcro was people you didn’t want to get mixed with. They screamed for problems.

At the moment I didn’t listen to that part of my brain as I drove off the lot with the Friday already in my mind.

*Chibs’ Pov*

I couldn’t take my eyes of of Anna and her car as she drove of the TM parking lot. Something about her was making me nervous and all butterflies. Feelings I have tried to avoid for a while after the whole drama with my distant wife.

Still Anna was making me feel all warm and happy, even after second time seeing her in that market. She was easy to be with and the Walls I had used years to build around myself seemed to start giving in around her.

”Who was she ?” Came not so amused voice of Samcro’s queen from behind my back

I almost jumped out of my skin and i turned around ”jesus Gem, I didn’t hear you coming”, I chuckled nervously after being caught from my thoughts

”Yeah You seemed to be deep in your thoughts…So who was she ?” She repeated

”Her name is Anna..I helped her with her tire few days ago..pumped into her at market and she wanted to offer me lunch”, I answered her casually

She gave me that Gemma look with simple nod ”Okay.”, she said without emotion ”Be careful Chibs..now is not the time to your head mixed with some girl”, she said and turned around to return to her office

I was left there to stand looking after her. Gemma wasn’t known for her nice words but clearly she was having a bad day. I sighed as I turned my gaze back towards the gates of the lot. I didn’t want to admit it but I was looking towards the friday night.

Tag list: @fanfic-n-tabulous

Previous chapter:

[ravencrow83]

Again I own nothing *pouty face*

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Hey Little Girl Is Your Daddy Home?

Did He Go And Leave You All Alone?

I Got A Bad Desire

Oh, Oh, Oh, I’m On Fire

…..Bruce Springsteen (I’m On Fire)

Chapter 2

“Earn your kutte prospect! Hit’em yeh little shite!”

Chibs was stomping up and down on the corner of the boxing ring, his voice barely audible over the screams from the crowd around him. Half sacks opponent had already been the first to draw blood and the prospect was beginning to throw lazy punches. Amid the sweat, blood and adrenaline, he found his eyes drifting over to Ra coming out from the clubhouse. Her footing was a little unsteady and her cheeks looked flushed. She maneuvered sloppily through the restless natives, a beer bottle dangling loosely from her hand. 

Lightweight 

He shook his head dismissively and went back to the fight. Hopefully one of his brothers was remotely sober enough to keep an eye on her. Her father’s chop shop business getting busted had taken quite a chunk of money away from the club and the garage and he had money riding on this fight. He couldn’t afford distraction. Still, call it devotion to the club or morbid curiosity, he couldn’t stop his eyes from wondering to find her. 

Ra’s head felt fuzzy. Good fuzzy. The kind of fuzzy that distorted her rational thoughts and it felt good to lose the unwanted clarity. The vibration from the motorcycles coming in and out of the lot and the screams from the fired up bikers provided the perfect white noise. She circled the ring,  her brows drawing tighter as she tried to concentrate on the fight. The skirmish, no matter how animated, looked as if it were playing out in slow motion Perhaps she had drank more than she thought. 

“Pretty awesome right?”

She nearly lost her footing when an overly enthusiastic Juice snuck up behind her and slapped her on the back. Had the liquor not been doing its job she was sure the gesture would have bordered on painful “Ya..Yeah. Pretty awesome” She was beginning to slur, but figured Juice wouldn’t have noticed over the noise around them “This an every night kinda thing?”

“God I wish” Juice paused to throw his hands up in the air as the crowd broke in to a mixture of boos and excited cheers when one of the men fighting hit the mat “Now the parties..those are a whole other story.” He grinned wickedly. 

Ra smiled and nodded. How she was ever going to get sleep in this place was beyond her. Through the haze of people she could see the Scotsman staring down at her from the corner of the boxing ring. She looked away quickly hoping he wasn’t gauging her sobriety considering he was the one that had initiated the drinking to begin with. “Come on” She grabbed Juice by the arm and started pushing passed people to head towards the clubhouse “I need another drink.”

The moment they entered she wanted to turn around and walk back out, feeling as if she had just walked in on some very private party. There were girls on poles wearing nothing but thin lace thongs and men drinking and watching intensely through blood shot eyes. The darkest corner of the room was a blur of skin and moans of pleasure and Ra found herself blushing uncontrollably. Juice wasn’t phased by any of it. He didn’t even spare a second glance as he reached over and grabbed two shots and two beers off the bar. He followed her gaze to where her attention was occupied and saw Tig with a croweater between his legs, his head resting back on the couch.

“Hope you’re not squeamish” He tapped her arm with the glass of whiskey and regained her wondering eyes “We’re not fans of censorship when it comes to..well…anything.”

“Obviously” Ra slurred, downing her shot in one gulp and chasing it with her beer “Didn’t think you guys were a roaming pack of Catholic priests or anything.”

“Oiy! Juicy boy! The prospect pulled it off!” Chibs came up from behind Juice and handed him what looked like a wad of hundred dollar bills “I think tha’ deserves a bit of celebratin’” he motioned for the bartender who dropped what she was doing to quickly shuffle over to them. The blonde leaned over the bar and giggled when Chibs brushed the hair back behind her ear and whispered something only the two of them could hear. When she came back she had a bottle of Patron in her hand and a wide smile on her face. 

“Piney’s secret stash eh?” Juice checked the bottle the way a sommelier would check a vintage of wine.

“Ahhh. Fuck‘em. Ol’man don’t do ’nothin but drink. It’s a celebration! Chibs grabbed the bottle and began pouring, stopping when he got to Ra’s empty shot glass “Yeh do tequila there girl or yeh already off yeh face?”

Ra eyed the bottle and openly winced. Last time she did tequila was the night she had gotten arrested for disorderly conduct and kicked out the window of a cop car. However, that was during a time in her life she was actually happy. How could having a couple shots now be any worse than that? She tapped her glass with the tip of her nail and smiled at the Scotsman arrogantly “I’m not oot my face” She mocked “And I can handle anything you throw at me Scotty.” 

Chibs poured a shot into her empty glass and winked “Yeh shouldn’t tempt me with such an offer lass.” 

The next couple hours were a jumbled blur of liquor and loud music. She could remember bad jokes, friendly insults, and laughing. For the first time in a long time, she could remember laughing. It was probably the best time Ra had had in a long time and judging by the way her head swam and her body swayed, it was a shame she probably wasn’t going to remember it in the morning. Ra pulled her forehead off the bar and stubbed out her umpteenth cigarette. 

 “I think I have to go to bed.” 

She hadn’t been speaking to anyone in particular and the longer the night had gone on the more people had been dropping out to partake in other activities. Those activities were going on in plain sight behind her. The music had died down to a whisperer and was replaced with the sounds of random couples mid coitis. Ra slid off the bar stool and quickly caught herself as her legs wobbled unstably.

“Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. I gotcha girl.” A pair of arms wrapped around her and Ra’s hands clamped down on leather clad shoulders. Her head lolled back till she was looking up at a pair of hooded brown eyes. Chibs smiled back at her, all the booze seeming to have no effect on him whatsoever “We’re gonna have ta getcha’ tolerance up if yeh gonna be hangin’ round with the boys.”

Ra scrunched her face up “I have tol..toleran..” She giggled as she tried to form the words, but her tongue felt suddenly numb

“Sure yeh do darlin‘. Sure yeh do.”

Chibs threw her arm over his shoulder and wrapped his around her waist while trying to move her down the hall to her room. Ra’s feet dragged lazily on the floor and her head rocked side to side as they walked. The room was spinning now and her stomach flip flopped relentlessly. He opened the door and hit the light switch causing her to moan in annoyance. 

“Too bright”  She groaned, covering her eyes. 

“Okay. Hold yeh horses drunky” Chibs turned the light off and released his grip on her waist to turn on the light in the bathroom and crack the door, leaving a sliver of light through the room “Better?”

“Mmmm” she hummed.

“Figured yeh be needin’ to know where the bathroom is pretty soon.”

Had her body not been weighed down with alcohol, Ra would have attempted a scowl. Instead, she swayed back and forth in the middle of the room. Chibs couldn’t help the smile threatening to spread across his face as he watched her struggle to find the end of the bed. She sat down hard, her head bouncing on impact before her back hit the mattress. Her legs still dangled off the end of the bed and she gave an annoyed grunt that echoed through the room. Chibs glanced towards the door in the hopes that the rest of the guys were too wrapped up in Croweaters to hear her and think his intentions had been anything but noble. Then again, he himself had been questioning his intentions all night. He couldn’t blame it on the booze. She was beautiful, witty and even if all her drinking had caused her present situation, she had lasted longer drinking with the guys than a lot of other women had. Clays words repeated in his head. She was a job. A payoff. A bargaining chip to be played if they needed it. Nothing more. He shook away the thoughts and walked over to the bed. 

“Alright Girl. Let’s get yeh all tucked in.”

He wrapped an arm around her waist again and pulled her up towards the pillow, making her whine again in irritation. Ra rolled over on her side and curled up while Chibs pulled to get the covers out from under her. 

“How did you get those scars?”

His hands went idle for a moment before he scoffed and flipped the sheet over her “I got them a long time ago.” 

“That’s not an answer” She muttered. 

“Aye. It’s also no’ a good story ta tell a little girl before she goes ta bed.” He teased “Now, get some sleep.” Chibs checked his handy work. It had been a long time since he tucked someone in to bed. Satisfied, he turned to walk out of the room when he heard her stir again. 

“I think you’re still sexy.”

He froze in his steps, one foot still held out in front of him when he glanced over his shoulder at the woman laying in the bed. Her small frame was a mere bump under the covers, eyes shut tightly and pink lips parted while releasing steady breaths. He chuckled, shaking his head as he continued down the hall.

“Aye. Yeh ain’t so bad yourself girl.”

XXXXXXXXXX

The moment her head lifted off the pillow, Ra’s stomach immediately rebelled with itself and she barely made it into the bathroom before emptying it’s contents. She fell back against the wall while she tried to catch her breath. The taste and smell of liquor made her stomach lurch painfully. She rested her head back against the peeling wallpaper, clicking her tongue off the roof of her mouth with a shudder. The overpowering flavor of tobacco in her mouth and the heaviness in her chest were reminders of why she had stopped smoking to begin with. “Never. Drinking. Again.” She mumbled another string of curses under her breath while trying to piece last night together. No memory played all the way through. Everything was choppy and distorted. Getting up on her hands and knees, she crawled on the tiled floor to the shower and turned the knob. Maybe cold water would jog her memory. Her hands gripped the sink as she pulled herself up unsteadily and looked in the mirror. Her make up was smeared down her face and she was still in her clothes from the night before. That was at least a good sign. She undressed and climbed into the tub, sitting down on the narrow back ledge while letting the lukewarm water cover her. 

“Fuckin’ tequila” She whispered out loud. 

Ra exited the bathroom in a towel and tossed one of her bags on the bed. She pulled out a pair of torn up jeans and a gray form fitting shirt. She thought if she was going to have to show up in the garage in this condition, she might as well obey Gemma’s bullshit appointed dress code. Her long black hair went up into a high messy bun, making it loose enough to not pull at her already throbbing head. She opened up the medicine cabinet in the hopes of finding eye drops and aspirin but found only condoms and some first aid bandages. Her shoulders dropped in defeat. This was going to be the worst day ever. 

She exited the bedroom carefully, peaking out down the hall to see if there was any movement yet in the clubhouse. She cringed when the smell of smoke and booze slapped her in the face, the very source of her self inflicted ailments. But there was another aroma that caught her attention. 

Coffee. 

She tip toed down the corridor till she came to bar area and went slack jawed at the sight in front of her. It looked like something out of an ancient Roman orgy. Half naked men and women sprawled out over every inch of the clubhouse, snoring contently wrapped around one another the way they passed out. She was just about to head into the kitchen when she noticed one of the couples lying on the same couch remembered Tig on the night before. Chibs lay on his side, his belt and pants undone and one arm wrapped around the blonde bartender from last night. She was in nothing but a black and red g-string and her chest was flush against the Scottish biker. Ra felt an odd stirring in her chest. A baseless sense of jealousy she supposed. She dismissed it as anger towards the bartender for dishing out the booze that was causing the pounding in her head. 

“Mornin’ birdie. Sleep alright?”

Ra jumped at the sound of Gemma’s voice coming from the small room off to the side of the hall. She entered, taken aback at how put together Gemma looked this early in the morning. She sat perched on a stool like a queen on a throne, a cigarette dangling loosely between her fingers. She smiled smugly at the unmistakably hungover girl in front of her.

“Coffee’s done.” she said, raising her own glass to her lips “Food too. Aspirin in the cabinet if you need it.” 

Ra didn’t hesitate to spin around and open up the cabinet above her. A giant bottle of Tylenol, among other prescription bottles, looked down on her like a glowing beacon of hope.

“Had a good time last night?”

Ra scoffed as she poured a cup of coffee “Yeah. It won’t have any effect on my work.”

Gemma’s brows tensed for a moment before she let out a breathy laugh “If I didn’t allow the boys to come to work because they were hungover I wouldn’t be in business. Long as you get your job done.” She draped a arm over the back of her chair and took a long drag off her cigarette “You and our resident Scotty looked close last night. Something going on there?”

The simple observation made last night come rushing back to Ra. Nothing happened as far as she remembered. Chibs had been within arms length of her all night and helped her to her room when the liquor had finally taken full effect, but nothing more than that. Ra bobbed her head in the direction of the occupied couch and leaned back against the counter “You tell me.” 

Gemma peered around the corner and grinned “Oh sweetheart. Those are just one of the services those girls offer. It’s just pussy.” 

“You allow Clay to..”

“No.” Gemma interrupted, already knowing the question “I locked that down a long time ago. The girls in here know Clay is off limits. And if they don’t..” she straightened up dramatically and put a hand on her hip “I rip their tits off.”  

Ra smirked and nodded. She didn’t doubt it. If this was Gemma being nice she hated to see how the MC queen reacted when she was crossed. “Well, Chibs can do what he wants. Christ, it was a night of drinking and harmless flirting, not some Jane Austen romance novel. I know nothing about the guy other than the fact he‘s Scottish, loves alcohol and curses like a sailor. Oh and he apparently has a thing for blondes which I am not.” She hesitated, sucking in a breath when she realized that may have come out with a little more bitterness than intended “I just know I have a drinking buddy when I need one. Nothing romantic.” 

Gemma eyed her suspiciously, gauging her sincerity while she studied her face. Not getting any reaction, she gave a resigned smile and smacked her butt as they walked out of the room “Alright birdie. Let��s get to work.”

XXXXXXXXX

I’m being punished. That was all Ra could think when she first got out to the garage. The first time all season the temperature had gone in to the upper nineties had to be on the day of the worst hangover of her life. She struggled through it though, catching amused looks from Gemma through the blinds of her air conditioned office. She may have seemed apathetic earlier, but now she was making a point to make sure it didn’t happen again. It was only herself and a strange sort of man named Lowell. He was shy and awkward, but a wiz mechanic. It was almost noon when the guys stumbled out of the clubhouse like a pack of vampires cowering from the sun. Some already had beer bottles in their hands. 

“Must be quite the life” she whispered out loud. 

Clay pulled his bike into the parking lot, smiling as he dismounted and pulled the leather gloves from his hands “How are things going sweetheart? Finding your way around okay?”

“Fine. Nothing I can’t handle.” Ra called back. 

“Good. Good.” Clay paused, shaking his head repeatedly but remaining relatively still as he surveyed the car she had been working on. He looked deep in thought till he noticed her staring “I’m gonna go talk to Gem. Keep up the good work.” He slapped her gently on the shoulder and disappeared into the office. The odd exchange had Ra suddenly worried that perhaps something was going on he wasn’t making her privy too.

Ra glanced back over her shoulder at the guys out on the balcony of the clubhouse. She was sure had Gemma been watching she would have seen the blush rise up in her cheeks when Chibs stepped outside. He slid his sunglasses on and adjusted his kutte before lighting up a cigarette. Blowing the smoke out slowly, he dipped his frames down to the end of his nose and looked back at her as if he could sense her watching him. Ra turned around quickly to the open hood of the SUV she had been working on and tried to remember what she had been doing. Faint footsteps on the pavement grew louder and she squeezed her eyes shut in the hopes maybe that would somehow make her invisible. 

“Alive and well I see.” came a Scottish inflection from behind her. 

“Alive” Ra grumbled.

Chibs couldn’t help but stare as she leaned over the car she was working on. The bartender from last night had been an attempt to get rid of any suppressed sexual tension he had been feeling and where it had been good, it apparently wasn’t good enough. Ra was the first thing he thought of when he woke up this morning. He knew Gemma would have her ass if she still sleeping it off, so after he dismissed the bartender, he made his way to her room. Finding it empty only brought on a new wave of urgency. She had gotten up before him and had to of seen him with the blonde whose name he hadn’t even taken the time to know. There was a stirring of irritation in him at the fact he even cared what she thought. Christ she hadn’t even been here twenty four hours. He had watched her for awhile through the window of the clubhouse. The engine grease smudged on her cheek and the oversized Teller-Morrow smock only adding more to her forbidden appeal. If she had just been like any other piece of ass that walked through this clubhouse, it would have been so much easier. He could have fucked her brains out, gotten it over with and let everything go back to business as usual. Standing outside with her now, under the weight of her narrowed gaze and the heat of the sun, he felt the need to explain himself but was rendered mute. 

“Thanks by the way.” Ra finally fractured the silence between them, looking rather annoyed at having to voice her gratitude. 

Chibs quirked a brow in surprise “For?”

“Ya know..” She fidgeted with the wrench in her hand timidly “Getting me in to bed and all.” She mentally slapped herself at her choice of words. More so when a crooked smile appeared on Chibs’ face, making his dimples deepen. 

“Don’t mention it. Yeh pretty charmin’ when yeh off your face.” 

He peered over his sunglasses and wagged his eyebrows up and down before turning on his heel to head back towards the clubhouse. Ra stood dumbfounded. Had something happened last night that she really didn’t remember? “Wait a minute!” 

Chibs kept his back to her as she approached. It was the only thing he could do to keep her from seeing the smirk on his face.

“Did somethin…” Glancing over his shoulder, Ra noticed Tig, Juice, Bobby, and Opie staring at them curiously from the picnic tables and she lowered her voice to a whispered hiss “Did something happen last night?”

Chibs cocked his head to the side and attempted to look hurt “Aye. A lot of things happened last night. Prospect won us money, we went through two bottles of Piney’s Patron, yeh danced with some of the girls. Yeh very good at tha’ yeh know.”

Ra winced. She didn’t remember dancing but that wasn’t what she was getting at and he knew it “You know what I mean Chibs. Did something happen with you and I?”

He pulled another cigarette out and lit it slowly, purposely taking his time to make her even more flustered. She raised her brows in annoyance and he finally caved “No. Nothing happened last night. Yeh were very ladylike. Even when yeh passed out on the bed. Barely any droolin‘.”

Her body relaxed and her pursed lips twisted up into a smile “Good to know.” She turned to walk away and Chibs couldn’t waste the opportunity to tease her again. 

“Yeh think I’m sexy though huh?”

Ra came to a quick halt and twisted back around “huh?”

“Last night” He repeated “Yeh said yeh thought I was sexy.”

“I did?” 

Chibs nodded, his grin turning cocky when he noticed the slack jawed look on her face. He was toying with her. Probably making a point to make her feel more foolish than she did last night. Ra straightened up and narrowed her eyes “I said sexy?”

“Devastatingly sexy. Unbearably sexy.” He lied. 

“Hmm.” She hummed playfully “Guess I was a lot more drunk than I thought.” 

She winked at him and continued back to the garage, overemphasizing the sway of her hips. When she glanced over her shoulder at him, Chibs was still watching her intently, his lips set in the shape of an “O” in mock offense. 

XXXXXXXX

Two sets of eyes watched the pairs exchanged from behind opened blinds. 

“What do ya make of that?” Clay asked his queen, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. 

“It is what it is. The girl’s not so bad. I kinda like her.” She leaned her head back against his shoulder and rubbed his sore hands “Seeing him curled up next to a croweater this morning probably put her off.” 

“Yeah well that’s where he needs to be. I told the guys already I don’t want them getting involved with the kid. In case something happens with her dad, I don’t need things getting complicated.”

“When’s the last time you saw Chibs choose pussy over the club? I don’t think you have anything to worry about. Might as well let them have fun.” Gemma twisted around in his grasp and wrapped her arms around his neck “What are you gonna do with her if her old man rats anyway?”

Clay rested  his forehead against hers and sighed. The last thing he wanted was to do any harm to the girl, but after finding out from Unser that the ATF were investigating the MC, he had to have some kind of leverage to protect the club “I hope it don’t get to that point Gem. I really do.”

XXXXXXXX

[free-for-all-fics]

Obscure Characters List - Male Edition (N-Z)

Obscure Characters I love for some reason (N-Z). (By obscure I mean characters that have little to no fanfic written about them. Not necessarily characters nobody’s ever heard of.) Don’t ask me to explain why. UPDATED: Tumblr is being a butt about post length or something so I’m splitting up the lists.

N

Nigel Billingsley (Jumanji 2 and 3)

Night’s Cavalry (Elden Ring)

Nothing (The Night House)

P

Pazuzu (The Exorcist)

Pierre Despereaux (Psych)

Prince Anton Voytek (Vampire 1974)

Prince Escalus (Romeo and Juliet, no particular adaptation)

Prince Quartus (Stardust)

Prince Septimus (Stardust)

Professor Petrie/Phantom of the Opera (Phantom of the Opera 1962)

Peter Quint (Turn of the Screw, the book and maybe some other adaptations. Not the Bly Manor Flanagan show.)

R

Reese Kelly (Scarlet Hollow)

Rene Belloq (Indiana Jones, Raiders of the Lost Ark)

Roland Voight (Hellraiser 2022)

Ronin (Star Trek)

Rorschach (Watchmen)

Rupert Giles (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Rusty Nail (Joyride trilogy)

S

Salem Saberhagen (Sabrina the Teenage Witch)

Sam Wayne (Scarlet Hollow)

Silver Surfer/Norrin Radd (Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer)

Simon Jarrett (SOMA)

Sir Lancelot (Night at the Museum 3)

Sportacus (LazyTown)

Starscourge Radahn (Elden Ring)

STEM (Upgrade)

Sutter Cane (In the Mouth of Madness)

T

Thantos DuBaer (Twitches 1 and 2)

The Auditor (Hellraiser: Judgment)

The Babadook (The Babadook)

The Black Knight Ghost (Scooby Doo 2 Monsters Unleashed)

The Curator (Dark Pictures Anthology)

The Designer (Devil’s Carnival 2)

The Djinn/Nathaniel Demerest/Professor Joel Barash/Steven Verdel (Wishmaster series)

The Faun (Pan’s Labyrinth)

The Fox (The Little Prince 1974)

The Jester (The Jester, A Short Horror Film series)

The Kinderfänger (Crypt TV)

The Knight/Tarhos Kovács (Dead by Daylight)

The Look-See (Crypt TV)

The Man (Carnival of Souls)

The Merman (Cabin In The Woods)

The Metal Killer (Stage Fright 2014)

The Mirror (Oculus)

The Narrator (Stanley Parable)

The Other (Hellfest)

The Phantom (Phantom Manor)

The Projectionist (Pearl)

The T-1000/Cop (Terminator 2, Terminator Genisys)

The Tall Man/The Entity (It Follows)

The Thing (The Thing 1982)

The Torn Prince/Royce Clayton (Thirteen Ghosts remake)

The Torso/James “Jimmy” Gambino (Thirteen Ghosts remake)

Thomas Alexander “Alex” Upton (TAU)

Tiger Mask/Dave (You’re Next)

Tommy Ross (Carrie, 1976)

V

Valak (The Conjuring)

Valdack and his real world counterpart (Black Mirror)

Van Pelt (Jumanji 2)

Venable (Wrong Turn 2021)

Viktor (Underworld series)

Viktor Frankenstein/Dr. Whale (Once Upon a Time)

Vladislaus Dracula (Van Helsing 2004)

W

Wade Thornton (Nancy Drew, Ghost of Thornton Hall)

Wesley Wyndam-Pryce (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Westley/Dread Pirate Roberts (The Princess Bride)

Wildwind/Dark Skull, Stormy Weathers, and Lightning Strikes (Scooby Doo and the Legend of the Vampire)

“William”/The Headless Figure (Crypt TV)

William “Billy” Butcherson (Hocus Pocus 1 and 2)

X

Xenan the Centaur (Xena Warrior Princess)

[scuddish]

KAYLEE, SHE/HER, 22 (JUNE 27TH), CANCER!

forever in my benicio del toro & norman reedus brain rot eras. vampires, werewolves, too many slashers, the color green, sweet & dark scents, psychological horror & crime films, people who reblog posts & talk in the tags (ferally, i hope)!!!

DISCLAIMER: multifandom. i have new hyperfixations/favs very often. i talk in the tags of my posts on tumblr. i’m inactive sometimes (most of the time). i love chatting with others but may quiet down often, dm me here on tumblr if my responses are slow or i don't respond lmao. i tend to block blank blogs & prefer to only be followed by 18+ due to mature content i may post/reblog!

CURRENTLY FIXATED ON/EDITING SCENEPACKS FOR: daniel brühl, tim roth, boyd holbrook, garrett hedlund, owen teague, sam riley, norman reedus, michael shannon, james spader, kiefer sutherland, & daniel-day lewis.

TAG ME IN: anything vampires, werewolves, horror, slashers, any of the men above, caleb landry jones, eamon farren, adam rodriguez, timothy olyphant, jeremy sisto, tommy flanagan, willem dafoe, donald glover, will poulter, lou diamond phillips, domhnall gleeson, nicholas cirillo, scott speedman & or anyone you see me reblog about lmao. i love women too i swear...

TRACKING: #USERSCUDDISH, feel free to tag me in edits, gifsets, fanfics, etc. even if we aren’t mutuals! you can also tag me on instagram if you post edits/fancams there!

SOCIALS — LETTERBOXD. INSTAGRAM. SPOTIFY. YOUTUBE.

[screesflanagan]

Writer Challenge! (Sons Of Anarchy Edition)

Hey friends! I got the idea to do something for the writers. A challenge. I created a cover in which I put some hints and symbols. The Challenge is to write a one shot only with this cover.

I would be happy if someone participated. If someone is interested and writes something about it, tag me so that I can see it.

Thank you :)

COVER:

[magickhajiit]

Sons of anarchy Fanfiction

The Disgraced Son (on tumblr) (Juice x Chibs)

Rating- Mature Audiences

warning- violence, injury, mentions of emotional/ psychological abuse (mostly in the past), hints to cannon S assault (but no explicit mention)

A twist in the narrative explores the relationships between familiar characters. From Juice's incarceration in Stockton prison on his suicide mission to kill Henry Lin to the question of whether he will survive and make a fresh start... are the Sons willing to leave a man they believe to be traitor in peace?

Prospect's Work(on tumblr)

Prospect's Work (link to archiveofourown)

Rating- General audiences

warning- no warnings apply

Juice came to Charming exactly one year ago. Two weeks ago he was promoted to prosepect. Chibs' prospect to be pricise. Now it's Samcro's first party.

Stupid Kid Chapter 1 (tumblr)

Stupid Kid Chapter 1 (link to archiveofourown)

Rating- Teen and up

warning- mentions of blood/ minor injury

Chibs is away on business and after a gun sale gone wrong Tig is left to stitch juice up on his own. Watching the kid shaking like a leaf leaves him feeling out of depth for the first time since becoming the club's Sergeant at arms.

Mayan War (Juice x Chibs)

Rating- teen and up audiences

Warning- no warnings apply

A late night call from Samco's VP suggests the club is soon to be setting off down a dark and dangerous path once more. Juice reminisces about the first time he returned to his brothers and wonders if their choices will lead to him reuniting with an old friend from SAMDINO. As the two charters' journeys spin close together the question arises, will Juice prove his worth as a brother or forever be ostracized by those he once considered his family.

Sons of Anarchy: Samlin's prospects DISCONTINUED

Rating- Teen and up

warning- mentioned at the start of each chapter

The story explores a previously unknown chapter of the motorcycle club, Samlin. It follows the story of Clint Lancet the son of Samlin's previous president, Roger Lancet. After a stint in jail his father turned away from a life of crime. Years later after a fight with cancer his kindey fails and his dying wish is for his second son to attend college and escape the small crime-ridden town. However as Clint is dragged into the raging War between the Mayans and the Sons, he soon finds myself drawn into the life of Mayhem. Eventually he must choose between a fate he seems destined to follow or a chance at freedom he never believed possible.

36 questions

Rating- teen and up audiences

Warning- no warnings apply

With Oregan's VP having passed away Tig's on a courtesy visit to their brother charter. It sounds like a nice break, riding along the peaceful desert, with only his thoughts for company. Plus the desert makes for a good place to bury bodies on the occasions it comes to that.

Unfortunately for Tig, his weekend getaway is ruined by the presence of their newest patched member, Juice. After being strong-armed into it by Chibs, their intelligence officer going to be riding with Tig on the journey. Bad becomes so much worse when a bike breaking down leds to them being trapped together in a motel for the night.

What would you change? (Non fic)

Hazer in chief

Rating- general audiences

Warnings- no warnings apply

[ladyreapermc]

Fic: Surprise Party (Chibs Telford x Reader)

Summary: A  party thrown at the clubhouse has more than a few surprises for you.

Pairing: Filip “Chibs” Telford x F!Reader

Wordcount: 1,5k

Warnings: Really cheesy fluff and my bad attempt of writing in Scottish accent. Apologies in advance.

You weren’t really expecting the party waiting for you when you got to the clubhouse. Then again, wasn’t that the point of a surprise party after all?

You had started your day not really expecting to have to use the brand-new license to practice law you got just last week. And for the most part, it had been a pretty uneventful occasion until right around the time you were about to clock out and Jax called.

There was urgency in his voice as he begged you to head to the sheriff’s station because Tig got into a fight with the owner of a dog fight rink and both men had been taken downtown. You didn’t doubt his story even for a second. Picking up your keys and bag and heading straight to the precinct.  

When you got there, Jax was already waiting outside with a very well composed Tig. Maybe that should have been your first clue that something was off because if he was already gonna post bail, why did he even call in the first place?

You didn’t have time to really consider it because Jax just loaded Tig into the passenger seat of your car and asked you to head to TM. 

You planned to just drop Tig off and head home. You had been working crazy hours, plus studying hard for the test and you were in serious need of some sleep.

“Come on, honey. Let me buy a beer to say thank you,” Tig asked once you pulled up into the lot of the auto shop.

“I didn’t even do anything,” you replied, but for a grown man, Tig’s puppy dog eyes were quite effective.

“One beer,” you sighed in defeat, turning off the engine. You stepped out of the car and followed Tig inside, nearly jumping out of your skin as everyone yelled surprise once the two of you walked into the clubhouse.

Everyone seemed to be there: Gemma, Tara, and her boys. Lyla, Nero, and the rest of the Sons, Chucky, and even some of your friends that didn’t really have anything to do with the MC but made an exception for today and stood awkwardly among the bikers.

Over the wall of mugshots there was a huge congratulations banner and bellow it a table with enough food to feed an army.

“Surprised?” Tig asked, an arm thrown over your shoulders. 

You just chuckled and nodded, still speechless as he pressed a kiss to your cheek and let you greet everyone else properly.

“Congratulations, darlin’,” Jax said pulling you into a warm hug. “Now it’s your job to make sure these mug shots don’t get updated.”

You laughed along with him before letting someone else drag you to the side for a hug and a toast and by the time you managed to reach Gemma, you already had two beers and three whiskey shots that people keep shoving in your hands as you passed them by, along with some food.

“Thanks for all of this,” you said, letting the matriarch of the MC pull you into a hug.

“You’re welcome, baby. It was well deserved,” she kissed your cheek. “But I can’t take all the credit. It was Chibs’ idea.”

You gave her a confused look once she let you go, which she replied with a knowing smirk as she gestured to a point behind you where the Scot was drinking alone by the bar, watching the proceedings.

It was because of Chibs that you met the MC in the first place. He had been in a bar just outside town when your stupid little brother decided it was a good idea to pick a fight while drunk with a few guys double his size. 

Chibs didn’t even know him but had his back, during the altercation and they all got arrested that night. When your brother called you to post his bail, he told you about the other man and you got him out too. After that, you ended up staying close to SAMCRO. 

You had no family besides your younger brother and Gemma took a liking to both of you, taking you under her wing. And since your brother started prospecting, you decided to help out in smaller legal issues when needed. Making sure everyone stayed out of jail.

For a badass gang of dangerous bikers, the Sons were a lot of fun. They took care of their own and for the first time since your parents passed away, you felt like you belonged somewhere. 

And if you favored the attention of one particular VP, with his deep brown eyes, smokey accent, and Glasgow smile, people didn’t seem to notice.

Or maybe they did, if Gemma was any indication, but didn’t comment on it.

You moved towards Chibs, offering him a wide smile, which he returned with one of his own. The sight of it made your heart race and your palms sweat and you tried to dry them as discreetly as possible in your jeans before taking a seat on the stool next to him.

“Congratulations, lass.” He raised his glass to you.

“Thank you and thanks for the party. Gemma said it was your idea.”

“Nah. Just said it would be a good idea,” he waved off your words, looking away from you for a moment and you wished his presence didn’t make you so tongue-tied. “Bu’ I got ye somethin’,” he said, setting his glass down once it was empty and gestured for you to follow him.

You had never been back here before but you knew the some of the guys had small apartments here for whenever they were too tired to go home after a job or too drunk after a celebration. 

Chibs led you to his, and if your heart was already racing before, now it felt like it was about to burst from your chest. The room was nothing special, just a bed pushed against the wall, a writing desk and chair, and a dresser. Too many pictures of almost naked women posing on Harleys, and a small cabinet with a few other essentials.

You stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, fidgeting with the hem of your jacket while Chibs dug something out of a drawer. It seemed to take forever until he finally turned around to face you and you didn’t think you ever saw him looking nervous, but he looked as bad as you felt.

“‘t’s nothing fancy or anythin’” he started, taking a step closer. “But I saw it and thought of ye. The lass in the shop said you can exchange it if ye dinna like it…”

He offered you a small gift-wrapped box in hand and you took it with shaky fingers and a trembling smile as you undid the bow on top and opened the lid.

You let out a small gasp at the sight that greeted you: a delicate golden necklace rested inside, the pendant a golden justice scale, and a small pink stone. It was gorgeous and so thoughtful and when you glanced up at Chibs again, he seemed to be looking at anything but you.

“It’s beautiful, Filip,” your voice was barely above a whisper and it might be the first time you ever used his given name, but it felt so right. “Thank you.”

“Ye’re welcome, love,” he breathed out, relieved, his smile a little more certain.

“Help me put it on?” You asked, taking the delicate chain out of the box and offering to him before turning around and pushing your hair away from your neck.

His scent surrounded you as Chibs stepped closer, bringing the necklace around your throat, his hands rough and warm, but so very gentle against your nape and goosebumps raised in your arms.

“There ye go,” he spoke once the clasp was closed and you turned around to face him, the pendant resting just below the hollow of your throat and his warm brown eyes lingered there for a few seconds.

“I really love it,” you whispered, touching the scale for a second before your hand moved to his chest, holding yourself steady as you raised to your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his scarred cheek.

“Good,” Chibs spoke, his voice rougher, lower and you could feel the thundering of his heart against your hand and the hitch of his breath as you moved your lips closer to the corner of his mouth.

He turned his head slightly and his mouth was against yours, brushing so softly. It was a barely-there touch but it was enough to send sparks of excitement through your body and you couldn’t wait for it to be more.

Before it could, the door busted open making you both jump apart and look over startled. It was one of your friends and by the looks of it, she was completely wasted.

“Ops! Thought it was the restroom,” she slurred, her lips shifting into a smirk as she glanced between your and Chibs. “Carry on.”

She slipped out as fast as she stumbled in and just as unsteadily. A second later, you heard a crash and sighed regretfully.

“I better get out there and make sure she doesn’t cause some serious damage,” you said. “But to be continued?”

“Whenever ye want, love,” Chibs smiled at you. “Ye know where I’ll be.”

xxx

If you enjoyed this work, please consider reblogging and/or commenting please. Feedback gives life to us writers! 

[badwolf-in-the-impala]

~SOA Masterlist~

Chibs Telford 

~ Whiskey Lullaby ~ 

Pairing: Chibs Telford x OFC 

Status: In Progress 

Chapters:  ((Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12)) Part 13 Coming soon

----------------------------------------

Since my original taglist its such a hotmess, I figured I would try and make a new one to make things more organized. Any and all SOA content I have will be added to this list, separated by characters I write for, and then also eventually linked to a main Masterlist with all my stuff for easier access later...I hope lol.

[freerebelmentality]

Hi 👋 I was wondering if you are still active? You haven’t posted anything in a while and do you even write anymore? I’m curious because I love your blog and love your writing. More like I miss your writing. I don’t know how many times I have read your entire masters list and I need new content. Please. I’ll even request a Joe Imagine. But I’ll send another ask for that. I’m curious is all

Oh wow, sorry for the late reply. I am so sorry. I’m some what active but do log on though. Oh my, I am so sorry. I feel bad for not seeing this earlier. Please request away

[darklydeliciousdesires]

The Thief of your Heart - A Chibs Telford/Abi Maguire (OC) Story.

So, because I am SO EXCITED to share, and also because my lovely @vulgar-display-of-escapism​ is likely to hunt me down and smack me over the head with a large book until I relent, here is the first chapter of my new story, y’all! It isn’t exactly canon as you’ll see, but somewhat follows S3 of SOA. Also, I’ve embelished actual history a little, where the troubles in Northern Ireland are concerned. 

The title comes from the song, You Made me the thief of your Heart, by Sinead O’Connor, which I reccomend you listen to, as it’s THEIR song. It fits them perfectly. Notes as well, you’ll see on the story banner two separate photo’s for the lead characters, The top pics are how they appear in the past, the flashbacks we will go into to see how they once were, and the bottom pics are them present day in the story. 

And now, to sit here and chew my nails off in anticipation over whether you guys think it’s any good or not! 

Tag list - In the comments, please reply below to be added/removed

Words - 4,347

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

The atmosphere in the clubhouse was tense. A father broken from the snatching of his infant son, and a band of brothers determined to do whatever it took to locate the child again.  

“Nah, I don’t trust anything that comes from Jimmy.”

Clay’s eyebrows twitched, rolling his cigar between his thumb and forefinger. “Right now, Chibs, that’s all we have.” He then contemplated his next words carefully, his small, blue eyes studying him from across the table, glittering through the plume of pungent smoke. “Unless you reach out to her.”

His reaction was immediate, visceral, agitated. Exactly as he presumed it would be.  

“No, no fucking way.”  

“If she knows whether Jimmy is lying about Abel not being in Belfast, she’ll tell you,” Clay reasoned quietly, those in the know over the woman whom he referred to all watching Chibs closely, those in the dark looking like they were missing the vital pieces in the jigsaw puzzle that was Clay’s request.  

Chibs took a deep breath, his hands beginning to tingle, a feeling not unlike being hit by the harsh cold of a winter morning back in his homeland spreading through his chest. “I have’nae spoken to her for just shy of fifteen years, you know that. I don’t even have a contact for her, lest know where she is. Running guns through Africa is the last I heard, Jimmy keeping her out of the way.”  

Clay raised his eyebrows, sniffing. “It was just a thought.”  

“Wait, who is...” Jax began, turning to Chibs, looking between him and Clay.

“Ahh, fuck!” He was out of his chair and through the doors, Jax making a start to go after him.  

“Leave him, son,” Clay advised, gesturing back to the seat he’d just risen from.  

“Does somebody wanna fill me the fuck in on what I’m missing here? What this mystery woman might know about where my son is?” he asked, looking between his stepfather, Tig, Bobby and Piney, the four men who wore it upon their faces, the knowing looks of men who were under no illusion as to why their brother had torn a speedy escape out of the room.  

“Yeah, who is this woman, and why did he, well...” Juice questioned, gesticulating at the open door.  

Clay took a long pull on his cigar, leaning back in his chair. “The woman is Abigail Maguire, daughter of Michael Maguire, may he rest,” he began. Of course, the name Michael Maguire wasn’t lost on anyone at the table. He was a legend, one-time leader, succeeded by a tenure as one of the kings of the IRA until his passing from liver cancer fifteen years previously. “She’s the reason why Chibs was kicked out of Ireland. He had an affair with her, back when he was thirty-one, and she seventeen.”  

“Damn,” Juice exclaimed quietly, his eyes widening a touch.

“Hey man, don’t judge him. We’ve all been there,” Tig contributed with a pointed finger, Opie snorting.  

“Speak for yourself and your desire for underage pussy.”

“She wasn’t underage,” Clay quickly interjected, not willing for anyone to be misinformed at Chibs' expense. “Age of consent in Northern Ireland is seventeen, so he wasn’t in Tig territory.”  

“Hey, fuck you man. She told me she was eighteen,” the man himself spoke, a rumble of laughter going around the table.  

“But obviously, ole’ Mickey Maguire didn’t see if that way, to learn one of his own had been piledriving his little girl on the regular, no matter that Abi wasn’t exactly a particularly normal teenage kid,” Clay then added.  

“You can say that again,” Piney gruffed from the other end of the table. “The way Mickey raised his girls; I was always convinced it was to punish them for not being the boys he wanted. The fact that they thrived on the lifestyle he threw them into like a pair of goddamned javelins was likely a plus in his eyes.”  

Clay then embellished further. “Michael had two daughters, Monica and Abigail, both of whom he raised as if they were sons. They were shooting guns at nine and able to build bombs at twelve, neither really had much of a regular childhood, being raised as soldiers for the cause. By the time they’d finished school, that’s exactly what they were, full time foot soldiers for the army. Lookouts, snipers, bomb builders, you name it, they did it. And they did it well, believe me. My ole’ lady claims there are only three women in this world who scare her. Abi is one of them.”

“And her sister?” Jax broached.

“Dead. Shot by the British military, the perpetrator of her demise picked off by Abi from a nearby rooftop during a riot. Shot him in the throat and took great pleasure in watching him choke to death on his own blood. Anyway, that’s how she met Chibs. By that point, he was patched into SAMBEL, but still pulled his weight for the cause.  

“That was, until Michael found out about him and Abi, his last dying wish to punish him so greatly for it, he’d wish he was dead, those wishes handed to him via Jimmy O. Banished from Ireland, with scars to remind him of what he’d done whenever he looked in the mirror. Michael’s vengeance was cold, even from beyond the grave. He could have easily killed him, but he did worse. He made it so he lost his family, his club, his army and Abi, all in one fell swoop. He came over here, patched into SAMCRO, and never spoke of it. That explains why you three didn’t know.”  

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jax exclaimed, rubbing his chin, shaking his head.  

“We only know because McGee clued us in prior to his arrival,” Bobby offered.  

“And he told me once, when he was out of his head on scotch,” Tig then spoke.

“Hold on, I thought members of the army couldn’t be ex-communicated for personal reasons?” Opie then questioned, taking a long drag on his cigarette.

“A rule that’s kinda made moot if you spend just over a year bangin’ on one of the king’s daughters, son,” his father confirmed, Jax then standing as he lit a cigarette, heading out in the same direction Chibs had torn a path in. He found him outside, sitting on one of the tables in the dark, a bottle of Glenfiddich in his hand, swigging the contents.

“I assume Clay filled you in,” he spoke, taking the cigarette he was offered with thanks.

“He did,” Jax confirmed, climbing onto the table to sit next to him. “After what I just heard, I understand your reluctance, but brother, anything you could do to help me find Abel, and I gotta ask you to take that shot.”

Chibs sighed, rubbing his face with his hand. “Jimmy won’t have said anything to her, I can bet on that. Because of the circumstances, as I said, the last I heard she was back and forth between Ireland and Libya mainly, Cameroon and Nigeria also, arms dealing to the LIFG and Boko Haram. She’s out there specifically to be kept out of Fiona’s way. As you can imagine, there’s a whole lotta bad blood there. Jimmy only keeps her around because she’s a vital asset. The Libyan lads will only deal with a Maguire, out of respect for Michael, so yeah, last I heard, she was gun running,” he explained. “If it means we get a solid lead on the wee bairn, though, I’ll try. I’ll reach out to one of the lads in Belfast, see if I can get her number.”

Jax was impressed at her mettle. “Dealing with Africa, huh?”

Chibs laughed a small burst through his nose. “Aye. Suits her down to the ground. That lass is hard as fuckin’ nails. They won’t have known what hit ‘em when they first met her. I sure as fuck didn’t.”

He was intrigued. “Tell me?”

Chibs took another glug of scotch, closing his eyes, seeing her there. He’d never not. She was burned into him, like a branding. “Tell you what, Jackie boy? How I broke myself apart for that girl, shattered my life, ruined my marriage and lost everything because I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants when some hot little piece of Irish gash gave me the come on?”  

He smirked a little, taking a drag on his cigarette. “It’s as good a place to start as any.”  

Chibs laughed, albeit a quiet, dead laugh of no sparkle or joy. A dark laugh of remembrance. “I did resist her at first. That girl, though. She was a fucking spitfire, likely still is. Her flirting had all the fuckin’ subtlety of smacking a concrete post with a lump hammer. I told her over and over that I was married, and because of that, I wouldn’t fuck her.  

“That was all until one afternoon, after she’d thrown a fucking grenade at a paddy wagon and scarpered on foot. She was meant to be a lookout on an arms deal, and fair enough, the lassie made damned sure her actions meant most of the coppers could’nae follow the club, but I had to make sure she was alright, so I ran after her. It would have been on all of our heads if Mickey Maguire’s little girl had come to a sticky end. So, we outran ‘em, ended up ducking into this old, abandoned church to lay low, the place still rubble after it had been bombed out a few years previously...”

Belfast, 1994.  

“Where in god’s name did you get that grenade from?” Chibs panted, sitting behind a pew in the ruins of the old altar of Our Lady of Lima, Abi at his side, pulling her cigarettes from the oversized camouflage jacket she wore.  

Lighting up after throwing one onto his lap, she winked, licking her lip. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

He scoffed, staring at her with incredulity. “Well, that is why I was asking you, hen.”

“Me da’s cache, if you must know. Don’t worry, I didn’t rob it from McGee.”

“I should think taking it from your da is a shite side worse if he finds out. Guns only. No heavy fuckin’ artillery.” Her grin did nothing but grow wider, pleased with herself, Chibs snorting. “What the fuck am I gonna do with ye, girl?”

“Pin me down and fuck me?” He should have seen that one coming.  

“Abi.” His tone was warning, but he couldn’t hide the small, smug uptilt of his mouth. She could lust after anyone she wanted, looking the way that she did, but no. Abi Maguire solely coveted him. Sexy, long, light blonde hair, blue eyes perpetually made even sultrier by a liberal smudge of black kohl, great tits, beautiful legs, a body that thoroughly begged to be touched. And she wanted him.

She learned around, until she was imposing his direct line of vision. “You want to, though.”

“Never said I didn’t, pet. I said I wouldn’t.”

“Why?”

He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair and down his face. “You’re Mickey’s daughter.”

“I’m not about to tell him.”

“I’m married.”

She snorted softly. “You’re an outlaw! Since when have you guys been particularly known for your fidelity?”  

“You’re seventeen, for Christ’s sakes!”

“Eighteen in two weeks. Besides, seventeen is legal, you wouldn’t get into trouble.”  

He groaned slightly, closing his eyes. “Morally, it isn’t right. I’m fourteen years older than you.”

“I know, that’s why I want you so badly,” she began, taking another drag on her cigarette, stretching her legs out. Those legs, Christ. He dreamed of those beautiful, long legs, dreamed of them wrapping around him as he railed her until she screamed. “I’m fed up of boys who don’t have a clue what they’re doing. I need a man between my legs, and you know I want that man to be you.”

It was always the same, whenever they were alone. She was slowly eroding at him, like water perpetually dripping onto a rock, indenting its surface, wearing it down. Wearing him down. “You’re not going to let me keep suffering bad sex, are you, Filip? I bet you dick down like a goddamned champion, don’t you?”

The erosion... lord, was it wearing thin.  

He looked her up and down, his heart beginning to race. “Aye. But you’re not finding that out first hand, young lady.”

She poked out her bottom lip, a tactic rarely used by Abi. She didn’t do cute. She did unabashed, unashamed she devil, and by the saints, did she do it well. “It can be my birthday present?”

Her suggestion had him laughing, drawing fiercely on his cigarette. “You know Fi would scratch your eyes out, if she even so much as caught a whiff of how brazen you are with me, don’t you?”

Her face was deriding at such a prospect. “Your wife doesn’t frighten me, big guy.”

His eyebrows rose, his eyes widening a fraction. “She should.”

She scrunched her nose, shaking her head. “But you know I’m not easily scared.”

True, she most definitely was not. She was Mickey Maguire’s daughter, after all. She was raised to be an immovable force, scared of nothing, answerable to no one. Except Michael himself. She was perhaps one of the most fearless people he’d ever met, and still at such a tender age. She had no qualms about walking into gunfire while wielding a rifle, hell, he’d witnessed her do it enough times. McGee often voiced that if she were a fella, he’d patch her in.  

A somewhat uneasy silence followed, uneasy for Chibs, as he felt himself pressed down under the weight of her stare, taking out his hip flask and swigging a mouthful back, handing it to her when she gestured. Her father would punch his lights out just for that, giving his daughter alcohol. He reasoned though, that she was only two weeks away from being able of drink legally. “You know I’d be content just to have you once, don’t you? It wouldn’t have to be a regular thing.”

And still she continued. Good god, she’d be the death of him.  

“It isn’t even gonna be a onetime thing, Abi, because I’ve told you no enough times now.” His words were all refusal, but the way he looked at her, oh. She knew what want looked like. It was right there in his dark eyes, every time they fell upon her.  

“But you don’t mean it.” Moving, she grabbed the back of his long legs, lowering his bent knees enough to climb astride him, his slender thighs hot against her almost bare legs. Almost, bar the pair of fishnet tights she wore beneath her casual black dress. “Maybe when I know you mean it, I’ll quit asking.”

“Abi, stop.” The way she looked at him, god in heaven. No woman had ever looked at him like that in his life, her want rampant, unabashed, her need for him palpable. It was so strong he swore, he could even smell it, her desire for him as it bubbled in the air between them.  

Her hands reached for his neck, the muscles cording beneath her fingertips, making lust twist strongly within him, a jolt he could barely contain. “You don’t mean it,” she breathed, leaning closer, her lips following her fingers, her hands at his chest, feeling his heart hammering like a war drum. “And you never have.” Another kiss touched to his stubbly throat, pressing herself against his crotch, her pulse flipping wildly when she felt his hands on her hips, his chest rising and falling faster.  

Her beautiful pout curled into a sultry grin, Abi knowing that she had him, witnessing his resolve disassembling itself. Finally, she was going to receive what she wanted, what she had been steadily stirring for; a very aroused, very pent-up outlaw, let loose upon her.  

To his credit, he attempted to hold onto it, the last remaining shards of his resolve. Like a cowboy in a futile struggle to tighten the lasso around the neck of an unruly bull and bring it under control, except it was too furious, what he felt inside, roaring, charging, kicking for release. It was at the point where if he didn’t simply let go of that rope, it would damage him, tear up his insides, gore at the soft spots within him where she’d weakened his well-built walls. So, he did what any man would do. He released the rope and let it charge.  

It took her by surprise, to have his mouth suddenly fly at hers, kissing her in a way that made her cunt pulse instantly, his tongue fighting into her mouth, arms locking around her, her entire being buzzing with elation. Finally, she had Fillip Telford exactly where she wanted him; between her legs, kissing the life out of her. His hands led paths of scorching heat over her body, feeling her at last, relishing in the contact he’d craved, his touch reaching the apex of her thighs, two handfuls of fishnet material grasped, torn with a loud rip, her underwear decimated with matching hunger.  

She gasped a shuddered breath into his mouth, bowled over by such prowess, manliness and intense craving, his fingers meeting her already dewy folds and stroking her, her hips shuddering immediately at the contact. “Is that what you wanted, you bad, bad girl?”  

She cried out as two fingers pushed within her, arms winding around him tighter as he immediately sought spots inside her no boy of her past had ever been skilled enough to find. “Oh, god yes!” she wailed, kissing him again with burning lust, the want within her chaotic as she was assailed by fingers that knew exactly what they were doing. Little sobs welled in her throat as the press of his fingertips had glimmers skittering through her like little lightning bolts, his mouth breaking from hers, burying at the side of her neck, the rush of tingles consuming her, Abi feeling almost high on him.  

He was that cold, then hot rush from a shot of whiskey, the moment of pain just before a burn if one held their finger to close to an open flame, the adrenaline that preceded the squeeze of a trigger. He was everything that shouldn’t have felt good, but did; and he eclipsed it all. Her slick muscles began to pulse around him, his fingers circling, the heel of his palm pressing to her clit, rocking back and forth, evoking a high-pitched cry the likes of which made his cock throb. She could feel it, hot and hard against her thigh, and boy, it felt big.  

His mouth consumed hers once more, sucking her tongue, biting her lower lip, his free hand pawing at her dress, Abi shaking her jacket off and untangling her arms from the straps, his hand yanking the front down, gripping her neck and pushing her back, teeth biting down on her nipples in turn. Oh, he was savage. Exactly how she’d expected him to be, but it was with the kind of finesse that only came from a man with an abundance of experience. He knew what to do with a woman.  

Her neurons buzzed, the synopses snapping wildly, tingles rushing through her as she began to purl against his hand, seeking greater friction, Chibs sensing it, driving his hand against her harder, adding speed, mouth sucking a purple welt at her neck, his heart going into overdrive as she began to gasp and uncontrollably. Her hands grasped at his dark hair as it came for her, like a billion lights firing into life beneath her skin, her cunt spasming, her clit oversensitive, the rush charging, her entire sex throbbing as she came for him, hard, rolling and unrelenting, much like him.  

No one had ever made her cum before. Not even herself.  

The aftermath was tingling, tight and throbbing, Abi knocked sideways. As if a man could make her feel like that, just with one hand. “So, that’s what an orgasm feels like, then,” she panted, resting her forehead to his, watching him grin with self-satisfaction at hearing such a revelation.  

He kissed her, dirty and slow, removing his fingers from within her, shrugging himself out of his jacket and kutte. “Do you want another one?”  

“Aye.” He kissed her again, laying her back upon the altar, her hands tugging his t shirt off as he undid his belt and jeans, freeing his cock, and against any kind of sense, logic or reason, burying it within her. “Oh my fucking god, that’s big!” she gasped, laughing with utter delight.

“Aye.” His mimic had her laughing into the kisses they shared, fervent and hungry, her hands roaming his tattooed arms as she undulated her hips up into him, loving the feeling of being filled and stretched out, the pace even and rolling to begin with, their sync perfect. “God damnit, you are so fucking beautiful, and shit, if yours isn’t about the fuckin’ most gorgeous cunt I’ve ever been inside of.”  

Those words made her feel elated, their kisses heating up as he began to breech her with more urgency, cock hitting her summit as the need for greater friction consumed him, fucking her right there in the ruins of a place where sinners had confessed their misdeeds, knowing at some point or another he’d feel guilt for his own, but not then, not in that moment, balls deep in the last girl he ever should have allowed himself to be. Her father would have him shot. His wife would vow to do it for him.  

Her nails grazed his back, her soft moans becoming louder, legs winding around him as his thrusts became completely uncontained in all out frenzy. “Oh Jesus, fuck. Fuck me, Fil.” she purred. And he did. And it was brutal. It was everything she had ever fantasised it would be. He was everything she fantasised he would be. She drank him in, knowing he’d be resolute that this wouldn’t ever happen again, savouring the feeling of his cock arrowing her soaking centre deeply, her nerves buzzing, pleasure streaking through her like a hail of shooting stars beneath her skin.  

Each hot, rhythmic grind against her walls had her fluttering madly, the breath knocked from her. Yes, he was ferocious with her, but it wasn’t a mindless battering of her innermost sacred area. He fucked her with purpose, knew exactly how to align his cock so it yielded nothing but pleasure within her, his groans hungry at her neck, hands pawing at her, lost and adrift on the vast sea that was sex with a horny, gorgeous young woman.

It became so intense, Abi was unsure whether she was pulling back or driving against him, the sizzle of pleasure igniting her down to her very bones as his thrusts became staccato, both of them hurtling towards sweet, throbbing culmination. The heat snapped like a tempest, her thighs going rigid around him, his diligence tipping her into the swell of heaven, filling her with thick ribbons of cum as his teeth clamped on her neck.

He continued to move in a slow glide within her, everything softening, his hands cupping her cheeks, kissing her, both fighting to breathe, until his chest suddenly stilled in rigidity, his eyes widening. “Tell me I haven’t possibly just knocked you up.”  

“No, I’m on the pill.”

“Oh, thank fuck.” He rested his head to her shoulder, chest still heaving, waiting for it, the guilty feeling to smack him harder than a spiked bat. It didn’t. He just swam in post-frenzied tingles, not wanting to pull out of her, wishing it had lasted longer, but knowing himself, and knowing right there and then, it wouldn’t be the last time he was inside of her.  

“So, once wasn’t enough then, obviously,” Jax commented, back in the present, Chibs’ mouth twisting at one side, his head cocking slightly.  

“Aw, hell no.” They shared laughter there, Chibs sighing. “I banged that girl so fucking much, I’m surprised she could still bloody walk.” He passed the bottle to his friend, Jax taking it, swigging a mouthful before handing it back.

“I sense that’s not all, though.”

Oh, how right he was, and how it still burned through Chibs. It would never stop, never leave him be. He’d never find peace from it. “I loved her, Jackson. I fell so fuckin’ hard in love with Abi, I’m yet to feel that love fade. Doubt it ever will, truth be told.”  

And there it was, what he lived with, what had haunted him like a ghost for the past fifteen years. The ghost of Abigail Maguire, his one true love. Of course, he had once thought that woman to be Fiona, the woman he was still married to, the one who flat out refused to divorce him out of pure spite so he could never marry Abi, should she ever be free to follow him to America.  

He closed his eyes, seeing her there, back in her flat in Belfast, smiling at him as she stroked his face, leaning down to kiss him.  

“I love you so much, CB.” CB, crazy baby, as he fondly called her. Because she was crazy, and she was his baby, and she’d never not be. He could be with a hundred women, and likely had been in the time between, and still never even feel one eighth the way he felt when he was with her. All the time and oceans that separated them would never change that, either.  

Jax left him to it, returning to the clubhouse while Chibs pulled out his phone, calling the person he knew would likely have what he needed. “Seamus, how are ye, lad? Aye, not too bad. Listen, I’ve a wee favour to ask. Have you got a contact number for Abi? Right, text it to me, then. Thanks, brother.”  

His heart almost somersaulted clean out of his chest when his phone beeped with the message five minutes later.  

A/N - Please do you hard working author a solid by commenting and reblogging! I don’t have many Chibs fans in my followers, so helping me promote this would be bloody fantastic of you!

[papa-chibs]

Writing Highway to Hell again with @tiggys-bitch has got me so happy, if anyone that read it is still around and wants new chapters posting send us a message because we’d be happy to post it again for you guys, it’s our baby and we love sharing it with you. Let me know.

[theidiootti1]

My Mysterious Scotsman

Chapter: 4

*Few days later*

He felt how the darkness started to slowly fade away and getting replaced with bright light from somewhere far, he couldn't tell where it was coming, but he was slowly coming back to present. Almost like falling down from a high tree. Endless floating.

Filip cracked one dark brown eye half open and watched the unfocused world around him. After a while he opened both eyes and looked around him. He didn't recognise the room to be his own shitty appartment and Soon the panic started to settle in as all the events from the days before rushed back. He had to been out for few day's that was certain to him as he felt like shit and not rested at all.

He tried to get up but his body was protesting at the sudden movement and he flopped back onto the matress with silent curse words under his breath. Filip looked at the roof and then around the room again. There was an window that was covered with closed blinds. Next to him there was an bedside table that held table lamp, clock, water glass and what Filip assumed were wound care products.

With a sigh Filip tried getting up again but slowly this time. He prooped himself up on his elbows and then slowly slided into sitting position on the edge of the bed. He held his side and rubbed his face with other hand . Filip give the room quick glance, it wasn't big but seemed really cozy.

All his body screamed to him was to get back and put his stupid head on the pillow, but his stupid head knew he can't do that. He have to get away from here where ever he was. Slowly he placed his bare foots on the cool laminate floor and pushed of the bed. Soon he would realise it was an huge mistake as the hot gut wrenching pain shot through his leg like an lightning across the sky and it caused him to see stars behind his eye lids that he pushed shut as fast as he got up.

Filip tried to reach anything he could get his hands on to balance him but couldn't touch his hands on anything and before he knew the floor took him gladly. He fell on the floor with a loud thud and Filip glenched his theets together cursing his leg.

He was laying on the floor, recovering from the pain as he heard foot steps on the floor, getting closer and closer and soon the sounds stopped and door to the room was opened. Way too bright light shined to his eyes and made him momentarily blind and squint his eyes to the figure at the door.

He couldn't make out much of the figure but soon he felt pair of hands on him, helping him up from the floor. He felt like fightning against it, he didn't deserve the help. He didn't even deserve to be alive and it all was starting to come back at him with rush. He was just so damned tired and couldn't make much out anyway. Soon he was drifting back to darkness while bein covered back to bed. Last thing he felt was hand on his forehead until sleep took him again.

*Sarah's Pov*

It took nearly three days for the man to start coming back to living books. The moment i heard the loud thud at the early hours of the morning. I couldn't be happier cause i knew it was our guest who was awake finally. I leapt of my comfortable bed and took fast steps through the hallway towards the guest room. As i opened the door there he was. Laying on the floor with blankets beside him.

He looked like rabbit caught on the headlights with his dark brown eyes wide and dark hair a big mess on his head. I took slow and careful steps closer cause i didn't want him to get too frightened about my precense. I knelt slowly beside him and i placed my arms slowly at his forearms. He shivered at my touch and tried to shake my arms of. He didn't fight for long, probably still tired and exhausted, poor think I thaught.

I got him succesfully back on top of the bed and I covered him with the blanket he had kicked off. I looked at his face as the sleep took him again. I placed my hand on his forehead and kept it there fir a moment.

"Sleep now...", I said silently "But soon you have to come back to us", I muttered to myself knowing he wouldn't hear me. I walked back to door glancing one more time over my shoulder at him. I smiled lightly after shutting the door behind me. I walked back to my bedroom and slid under my blanket. I closed my eyes and all I could think of was the wounded man in my house.

[ravencrow83]

This is me trying to get back into writing a SOA fic I started YEARS ago and fanfiction.net I own nothing but the story...but if Chibs is up for grabs....I accept that.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Well It’s Too Long Living In The Same Old Lives

I Feel Too Cold To Live, Too Young To Die

Will You Walk The Line, Like It’s There To Choose?

Just Forget The Wit, It’s The Best To Use

Oh Lord

I Said Oh Lord

Won’t You Follow Me Into The Jungle

Ain’t No God On My Streets In The Heart Of The Jungle

………..X Ambassadors Ft. Jamie N Commons (Into the Jungle)

XXXXXXX

Chapter 1

The gavel in church swung down with a reverberating thud, causing even the most intoxicated tongue to grow idle. The scent of leather and smoke hung heavy in the air while everyone awaited the first words from their president. Clay Morrow sat down casually at the head of the long reaper table and lit his cigar, the routine as common to him as is was to everyone in attendance.

“First order of business.” He paused dramatically and let the smoke drift slowly through his parted lips “A little less than a month ago, Joe Murray’s chop shop got busted. Fed’s came and took apart the whole place.”

“Shit. We’ve been doin’ business with Joe for years now. They had to find something on our shop if they went through all the files.” Jackson Teller leaned his elbows down on the table and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. How did this happen?”

“I don’t know. Joe had suspicions before it happened. Was pretty sure someone in the shop gave’em up for a pardoning deal. He thought someone might be sniffing around so he took all the Teller-Morrow paper work and anything to do with the payout he was giving the club and destroyed it. They got nothin’ on us.”

“And if he rats? Then what do we do?” Tig questioned.

Clay drummed his sore calloused fingers on the table and rested his cigar in the ashtray “He ain’t gonna rat. If he was, he would have done it already. No” he repeated “Club doesn’t have anything to worry about. But we do have a whole new problem to deal with.”

“Yeah no shit. That’s gonna be a couple grand out of our pockets every month. Not to mention paying full price for all the shop parts now. Hell, I was supposed to get that exhaust system and windshield for that yuppy towny biker this week.” Tig chimed in again.

“I know. I know.” Clay’s voice rose above the collective chattering among club members “I wish that was our only problem. Buying parts is something that can be worked out down the road. I’m already in talks with another shop. The other issue is Joe’s daughter. The kid worked with her old man pullin’ and runnin’ parts. When they got busted, Joe gave himself up to keep her out of jail. Problem was, she was the only one he kept out of jail. Now there’s people that were part of that theft ring that are goin’ to be lookin’ for payback once they get out jail. If they ain’t already. If Joe’s convicted, which he will be, he’s going away for a long time and his kid has no other family. For his loyalty to the club, I promised we’d keep an eye on her.”

“Since when did this club become a daycare center?”

The irritated rumbling voice coming from the opposite end of the table had Clay glaring back intensely. Piney, the eldest club member, swayed slightly in his chair, his face flush from liquor “We got enough people hangin’ round this place. Where’s she gonna stay?”

“She ain’t just gonna be hangin’ around Piney. A girl that knows cars and bikes-I already talked to Gemma about it. We’re gonna use her in the shop. God knows with everything going on lately we can use the extra set of hands. We’ll get her in the garage and she can use one of the apartments in the clubhouse till this all gets settled. Also, if Joe decides to open his mouth to the feds, we have a bargaining chip under our roof.” Clay took another puff from his cigar and smiled back smugly. Piney had always been a pain in the ass but his attitude of late was downright defiant and he always managed to put it on full display in front of the other members. Being able to have the last word was becoming one of Clay’s simple pleasures.

“The clubhouse could also use an extra set of hands if you get my drift” Tig made a lewd gesture below the table causing an eruption of laughter from all the men at the table except its president.

“No.” Clay pointed an arthritic finger at his Sergeant at arms “She ain’t a sweetbutt or croweater. I promised Joe I was gonna look out for her and that means keeping her away from you animals. We got enough crazy bitches running around this place.”

“Besides Tiggy boy, when’s the last time yeh saw a hot piece arse that knew cars and bikes? Girl’s probably built like a linebacker with a voice like your grandda’ and would prefer pussy ta’ your cock.

“Chibby, Chibby. Don’t tease me.”

Again, the biker‘s stifled their laughter.

“So when will we be expectin’ the lad. I mean lass” Chibs corrected with grin.

“Sometime tomorrow. Now is this something that needs to be voted on or are we all in agreement? Clays eyes scanned the table as everyone exchanged neutral looks.

“I’m good with it.” Jax said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Aye. Anythin’ to help out the shop.”

So it’s settled then. The girl will be here tomorrow. Now, on to the Mayans.”

XXXXXXXXXX

Raven Murray stopped just outside a store window and checked her reflection. Her distressed jeans and low cut black tank top were anything but appropriate to make a first impression, but her abrupt departure from her home above her father’s shop had left her clothing options limited. She frowned a leaned closer to the window while simultaneously pulling her long black hair into a high messy bun. She was resigned to the fact this was as good as it was going to get. At this point it was a trivial issue in the towering instability that had suddenly become her life. Had Ra taken even the slightest moment to dwell on it, she would end up a crumpled mess of tears on the pavement. But that wasn’t her. Her father had trained her better than that. How to be unbreakable under pressure no matter how bad things seemed to be. If the lessons hadn’t been enough, she had gotten to see a full demonstration of that when the shop was raided by the feds and her father had been the epitome of composure Unwavering in his mythological facts that his shop was nothing more than a storage garage and bike shop. That was until they had threatened to press charges against his only daughter. They were seeking a minimum of ten years for her and that was bound to change once they began to delve farther into their chop shop business. At thirty one years old, she would be lucky to get out at sixty. Despite all the lectures and lessons he had imparted upon her, he did the one thing no one saw coming. He rated. He rated out every “employee” that had worked for them. Most of them she had grown up around and regarded as family. Somewhere deep down it felt like a betrayal to her just as much as them. The only difference was, she was back on the street and they were locked up. It was his cross to bear for a plea deal that exonerated her from any charges. A deal she was shocked had even been on the table considering. The only group he had not thrown to the wolves was the one they had done business with for years. Teller-Morrow. Also known as the base sight for The Sons Of Anarchy. Her father was more intelligent than that. Their business dealings had them in bed with some less than savory people, but the Sons could wipe them off the grid in the blink of an eye and no one would ask any questions. Instead, her father would remain loyal to the Sons and as a reward for his devotion, his daughter would be looked after. Still, to say that her future was being held in the hands of a biker gang set in motion by her own flesh and blood was more than unnerving..to say the least.

Ra smoothed out the wrinkles in her tank and was just about to turn away when she saw the reflection of a cop car over her shoulder. It drove passed her slowly, the window also catching the mirrored image of the cop driving it. She cut her eyes to watch it drive by and only looked away when it turned and disappeared around the corner. She may have been a pardoned criminal but she was a criminal none the less and they didn’t need to see where her destination was.

Ra could see the iron gate that led into the Teller-Morrow compound. She slowed her pace if only to take a minute to bask in the final moments of her former life. This was about to change everything and she knew it. Crossing the threshold in to their utopia would forever associate her with SAMCRO and make the last couple weeks more than just some fleeting nightmare. The sound of the mechanic drill coming from the garage was somehow soothing and familiar as it drew her to move further to the back of the lot. The sign reading Teller-Morrow on the small garage was overshadowed by the larger building opposite of it. Sons Of Anarchy. There it was. The mural of a grim reaper looked down upon a line of parked bikes like a general looking over its soldiers. The noises coming from the garage came to a stand still and Ra was very aware she had an audience. The slack jawed mechanics watched her every move as she made her way quickly to the door marked office, thankful when the knob turned and a blast of cold from an air conditioner greeted her balmy skin.

“Help you with something sweetheart?”

The woman sitting at the desk regarded Ra for only a moment before returning to the paperwork in front of her. Ra’s mind went blank for a few seconds, her mouth opening and closing but not making any noise. The pen in the other woman’s hand went idle and she looked back up in visible annoyance.

“Do you have something that needs to be fixed or did you need an English lesson?”

Ra let out a breathy laugh and shook her head, removing the sunglasses from her face “Sorry. I just walked five blocks and it’s hot out there. I..”

“If you need a tow it’s going to be about an hour. The guys are already out on a pickup.” The woman cut her off and stood to put her papers into a filing cabinet.

“No. No I don’t need a tow. I was told to talk to Clay’s wife Gemma. I’m Raven Murray.” She hesitated, unsure if she should say his name to someone she just met “Joe Murray’s daughter.”

“Oh.” the womans face relaxed and she looked suddenly interested “I’m Gemma. Sorry been a busy day almost forgot you were coming.” Gemma’s eyes flicked over Ra causing her to shift uncomfortably “So you’re Joe’s kid huh? Raven. Interesting name.”

“Ya well, that’s what happens when your mama is part Indian and your daddy is too drunk to check the birth certificate before he signs it. You can just call me Ra though. Everyone does.”

Gemma smirked and rested a hip against her desk. It wasn’t till just then did Ra notice it. If the portrait of the Reaper outside was the general, Gemma was the queen. Her dark clothing and highlighted hair were mere packaging for the part. She held herself with an air of calm self confidence and probably had years of training herself to look seemingly indifferent no matter what the situation. She didn’t need to plaster a fake smile on her face and coddle Ra. If anything she probably expected Ra to drop to her knees and express her gratitude.

“Well your daddy told Clay you’re one hell of a little mechanic. Did he mean fixing them or hot wiring them ‘cause we don’t do that sort of thing here little bird.”

Ra took in a sharp breath and pursed her lips together. Maybe the Son’s were doing her a favor but her father had also helped them out too “Look. After the last couple weeks I’ve had the last thing I need is to have someone else dumping their shit on me.” She quickly bit her tongue, surprised that the words came out so freely. She was even more surprised when Gemma cocked her head to the side and a crooked smile tugged at her lips.

“Tougher than you look” Ra highly doubted it was meant to be a compliment “Well Birdie, here’s the deal..you’ll work in the shop for us fixin’ up the bikes and cars and being a “go for” for the guys. I’ll probably need you in the office too. In return, we give you room and board and the protection of the club.“ Gemma was very matter of fact about everything and Ra wondered how many times she had given that same speech to some random. The biker queen breezed passed her casually and opened the door “Come on. I’ll show you where you’re stayin’ and let the boys know their new ward is here. Oh and by the way..” Gemma stopped to let her eyes skim over Ra one more time “Having perky tits and a nice body isn’t something I can hold against you, but keep the girls covered when you’re in the garage. I need those boys with their hands on the cars, not their dicks.” Ra chewed on her lip and nodded, following behind Gemma obediently. She would have had a snippy retort about Gemma’s cleavage peeking out from the top of her own shirt but decided not to push her luck.

“So. Is your mama in jail too or is she hiding out in a tipi somewhere?” Gemma questioned sarcastically.

“She’s dead.” Ra stated flatly.

Gemma slowed her steps and for the first time dropped her brash attitude “Oh. Sorry.”

“S’okay” Ra shrugged, adjusting the satchel on her arm “It was a long time ago. I was to young to even remember her.”

“Still, no child should grow up without a mother.”

“Eh. I had a dad that wasn’t so bad and the guys at the shop. Can’t miss something you never had right?” Ra craned her neck to hear Gemma’s reply but could only read her lips as the animalistic roar of a motorcycle entered the lot. She turned in time to see the reaper’s returning soldier sitting coolly on top of his iron stallion. She watched as he backed effortlessly into the empty spot down the line of bikes like putting the missing link back into the chain. He turned to look at her as he killed the bike and she noticed the scars on each of his cheeks.

“You comin’ birdie?”

Ra turned around to see Gemma waiting for her outside the door of what she assumed was the MC’s clubhouse. She looked back to the biker who was no longer looking at her, but exchanging words with a few mechanics coming out from the garage to meet him. She watched for a moment longer before following Gemma into the building.

XXXXXXXX

Chibs slipped his sunglasses down to the tip of his nose and peered over the dark lenses “I dunno what tha’ was but I want one.”

“That’s going to be under our roof and in our garage for the next few weeks and we can’t play with it” Tig sidled up to Chibs’ bike, wiping grease from his hands, Juice on his heels.

“Murray’s daughter?” The Scot looked surprise.

“Yup. Who would have known daddy’s little girl was going to be a hot piece of ass.”

“Yeah Chibs” Juice chuckled “Where’s the linebacker that was supposed to show up today?”

“Ugh. If that’s what linebackers look like I should really start watching football.”

Juice and Chibs exchanged glances, recognizing that dreamy zoned out stare Tig would get when talking about sex and could only imagine what raunchy images were playing in his head. Their conversation was cut short as Clay and Jax pulled into the lot and backed their bikes up side to side.

“Mom said the girl just got here. Get a look at her?” Jax dismounted his bike and pulled the helmet from his head.

“Oh yeah. We saw her.” Juice wagged his eyebrows up and down but his face went blank when he saw the threatening look of his club president.

“Come on shitheads. Let’s get this over with”

XXXXXXXX

This place was a dive bar. A dive bar with a hotel attached, but a dive bar nonetheless. Ra scrunched her face up. It even smelled like one. Her gaze drifted around the room, taking in every little detail. From the stripper pole, to the wall of mug shots and the couch with questionable stains..this was definitely SAMCRO’S playhouse. There was a short skinny brunette behind the bar staring at her curiously while a heavyset man with an oxygen tank was peering at her over the short neck of a tequila bottle.

“Piney. Ra. Ra. Piney.” Gemma wagged a finger between the older man and Ra in a dismissive introduction.

Ra gave him a halfhearted smile and in turn was met with a hardened stern face “I ain’t no babysitter.” he grumbled breathlessly.

She locked her leg in place and put a hand to her hip “Well it’s a good thing I ain’t looking for one.”

Gemma couldn’t help but smile as Piney leaned back further into his seat and all but snarled at her. She slapped an arm around Ra’s shoulder “Don’t mind him. He’s old and cranky. Actually he’s old, cranky AND drunk a majority of the time.”

Gemma directed Ra down a hallway with doors lining each side. The stickers and Harley signs reminded her of a college dorm and she could pretty well guess these rooms saw just as much action, if not more. The older women opened up the door at the end of the hall and looked into the room with a self-approving smirk “Some of the girls and I got this place all cleaned up for you yesterday. Not a simple job since this is the place where condoms and slutty thongs came to die.”

Ra set her bag down on the floor and sat down at the end of the bed. There was a small cherry wood dresser across from her where a small television set and an ashtray on top of it. A kitchen station complete with microwave and sink and off to the side of that a small bathroom. The most predominant thing was of the ever present reaper staring at her from its spot on the wood paneled wall. Had it not been for the deity she would have just thought she was in a motel room. Instead, she was going to be waking up to its toothy grin and hardened black eyes staring at her coldly and reminding her every morning of her present situation. She chewed on her bottom lip and stared down at her black boots in an effort to focus on something other than the tears threatening to rise up in her eyes. Gemma frowned and sighed, pulling away from her spot in the doorway.

“Hey I know it’s not the Hilton but its no reason to get upset about it” She joked, sitting down next to Ra.

“No. It’s not the room. I just..” Ra pulled her hair down from the messy bun and sucked in a sharp breath “One minute I’m working on a twin cam engine and drinking beers with the guys and the next I’m looking at my dad behind bars and shacking up at a motorcycle club.” She shook her head and chuckled darkly “I’m not looking for sympathy, we were criminals and I knew getting caught was part of the territory. It’s just when it happened, it happened so fast.”

“Yeah. I know sweetheart. We’ve all been through it” Ra nearly jumped at Gemma’s hand rubbing up and down her back in a rather motherly fashion. She even had to do a double take to make sure it was the same woman that moments ago had been so standoffish in the office. Gemma met her confused eyes with a lighthearted smile “A lot of the women here have been through the same thing. Their Dads, sons, brothers, husbands. One day you wake up to a full house and the next..you’re going to sleep in an empty bed surrounded by silence. Shitty.”

Ra laughed out loud and pushed the tears away, finding it easier for her body to relax under Gemma’s touch “Yeah. Shitty”

Gemma took Ra’s head in her heads and held her gaze “But all of the girls out there will tell you that you need to be strong. It’s okay to hurt and be mad and miss them, but when your day begins, you put on your big girl pants and you deal with it. Your dad gave himself up so you didn’t have to be on the inside too. That’s what family does. Best way to thank him for that is to prove how strong you can be.”

Ra inhaled sharply and tightened her jaw. Gemma was right. This wasn’t her. This whiney daddy’s girl feeling sorry for herself. It had never been her. If her dad saw her now he wouldn’t recognize her. There was the sound of men talking down the hall and Gemma turned to look over her shoulder “Alright” She stood and adjusted the bottom of her shirt “The guys are here. Enough with the mushy mommy shit. That’s all you’re going to get out of me. Let’s go birdie.”

Ra’s lips twitched upward. She was sure that was the truth. Gemma transformed right back to the bitch in the office, but now she had a little more understanding as to why. Perhaps even a little envious too. Ra wiped away the smeared make up under her eyes and ran a hand threw her hair before following Gemma out of the room.

XXXXXXXXXX

The scent of leather and smoke was the first thing to invade her senses. That was followed by the sound of laughter and loud talking. It reminded her so much of hanging out with the boys in her shop and she smiled in spite of her sudden nervousness. The memory melted away quickly under the weight of eyes on her now. There they were. The Reaper’s outlaw cavalry. All perfectly uniformed in black leather kuttes. If the jukebox wasn’t playing faintly in the background Ra was sure they would be able to hear her heart beating.

“You boys play nice with your new friend otherwise mommy and daddy won’t let you have anymore sleepovers.” Gemma joked as she walked to the exit.

Ra wanted to follow after her, surprised in herself that Gemma would be the person she latched on to and felt suddenly thrown to the wolves. The door shut behind Gemma and Ra looked around awkwardly till her eyes landed on two familiar faces. Clay and Bobby. She didn’t deal with the “sales” portion of her father’s business, she was just a “mechanic,” but she did remember seeing Clay. He was hard to miss. The idea that he could have any other occupation other than the head of this MC was preposterous. His unique look projected one thing…Alpha Male. Then there was Bobby. She had often seen him hanging around the office and was pretty sure he was screwing Rachel, her father’s secretary. Coincidently so was her father.

Clay’s lips pulled back into a tight smile “Raven” he opened up his arms, taking her in to a bone crushing hug. He pulled back, the smile sliding from his face “We’re sorry about the business. Even more sorry to hear about your dad. He’s a good man. We’re gonna take care’a ya till all this blows over. You‘re family now. Don‘t hesitate to ask if ya need anything”

“Thanks Clay.”

Her eyes wondered anywhere but to his sincere stare. She was afraid if their eyes were to meet it would bring on fresh tears. Gemma’s words echoed in her head and she pushed her somber thoughts to the side.

“Boys.” Clay didn’t need to raise his voice to command the attention of everyone in the room “This is Raven. She’s gonna be our new tenant. I want you to treat her like a sister.” He eyed a tall man with dark hair and moustache with a five o’clock shadow “The one ya didn’t sleep with Tiggy. We got fights tonight so let’s get ready for that. Ra make yourself at home and relax tonight.”

With his final words, Ra was nearly knocked backward by the towering leather clad men. They were offering her beer and introducing themselves, but Ra’s head was spinning from the sudden attention.

“Easy lads. Like a bunch’o dogs with a bone.”

The cool glaze of leather ghosted over her hand and Ra’s eyes snapped up to the dark lenses of the man from the parking lot. He winked and smiled, the scars on his cheeks morphing into deep dimples as he passed her a bottle of beer. There was something about his thick Scottish brogue that had her staring at him in curious awe.

“So happy you’re going to be staying with us doll” the tall man with the scruffy black hair grabbed Ra’s hand and ran his lips across her knuckles in a ineffective attempt at a antique gesture “Names Tig.” It was corny but charming in such a silly sort of way she had to smile.

“Is your name really Raven?”

A younger man with a shaved Mohawk surrounded by tattoo’s reminiscent of racing stripes sat down in the stool next to her. His smile stretched clear across his face and his eyes were wide with curiosity. There was a certain innocence to him she didn’t expect to see in any of the men.

“Yeah. You can just call me Ra though.”

“I’m Juice.” He said proudly, the name obviously given to him by his fellow brothers in arms as a badge of honor “You met prince charming here.” He gestured to Tig and Ra felt herself shrinking into her chair at his odd vacant stare burning holes into her breasts. He pointed over to a giant of a man leaning up against the pool table in the middle of the floor fumbling with a cell phone “That’s Opie.” The bearded man raised up a hand in acknowledgement but his eyes never left the phone in his hands. The Scot on the other side of the bar is Chibs.” Chibs raised up the shot glass in his hand in salute before downing its entire contents and slammed it back onto the bar. Ra’s eyes lingered on him a little longer than they probably should have and Chibs raised his brows at her unwavering stare. The heat rose up in her cheeks as she turned away and squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment, hoping the silent exchange had only been noticed by the two of them.

“And I’m Jax”

Ra spun around to an outstretched hand and a VP patch looking back at her. She looked up into a pair of gentle blue eyes. He was about her age. Handsome. Great sincere smile. Just like Juice, he still had traces of innocence behind his eyes. Though she was sure he was anything but when it came to the perks of being the Vice President of a motorcycle club “Sorry about your old man. Only met him a few times but he was a nice guy. Loyal.”

“Guess so.” Ra shrugged and took a long swallow from the bottle of beer in her hand.

“Hey cause of him you’re not behind bars right? That’s what family does for each other.”

“Yeah I know. Family” Ra was pulling at the label on her bottle now in thought “You sound just like Gemma.”

Jax licked his lips and grinned, leaning a hand down on the bar “Well just don’t tell her that. No one wants their parents to know they might have rubbed off on them.”

Ra quirked an eyebrow “Parents.”

“Yeah. The crazy broad in the office is my mom” he smirked “Clay’s my stepdad” The phone is Jaxs’ pocket rang and he offered no apologies when he turned around and walked away to take the call. Ra spun back and put her beer down on the bar.

“Son’s in the hospital.” Chibs pulled out another shot glass and filled it with the same amber colored liquid as the one in front of him. He slid it over to Ra and came out from the bar, taking a seat next to her. Pulling a pack of smokes out from his Kutte pocket, she watched as his lips wrapped around one of the cigarettes and pulled it out effortlessly with his teeth. He leaned over and wordlessly offered her the opened pack.

“I quit.” Ra said hesitantly, reminded herself more than declining the offer.

Chibs lit his cigarette released the smoke out the side of his mouth as he chuckled and shook the pack in front of her again “Trust me luv. Now’s the time ta’ start.”

Ra shrugged and pulled a cigarette from the pack, leaning over to Chibs’ offered lighter. She inhaled deeply, letting the smoke fill her lungs. Her head lolled backed as the smoke drift back out through her partially parted lips. Chibs grinned, shaking his head in approval.

“Good right?”

“Too good” she said dreamily, the second drag feeling even better than the first.

Chibs reached over and set the shot glass down in front of her “Stick with us lass. It’ll only get better.” He grabbed his own and lifted it up, waiting for Ra to do the same. She smiled and clicked her glass off his. The whiskey was warm when it hit her lips and burned in her throat, igniting into a full blown fire in her stomach. It felt good. The smoke and liquor was already making her head a little foggy. The amount no where near what she could generally consume, but the stress of the last few days was probably messing with her tolerance. To hell with it she thought to herself. She was so overwhelmed with the uncertainty of her future that the thought of being able to forget, even for a little while, was way to tempting. The door to the clubhouse swung open and people began filing in, each person louder than the next. Two scantily clad women jumped behind the bar and began dispensing alcohol to the impatient rowdy group. The volume of the jukebox skyrocketed and the room quickly began to fill to capacity. Juice, who had been sitting on the other side of Ra, smiled and grabbed his beer off the bar.

“Ever been to a fight Ra?”

XXXXXXXXXXXX

[jaded-jakki]

I need cheerful Kenny so I can try and forget Kozik dying. I’ve been bawling all night 😂😭