#soft chibs telford

[kdogreads]

My Dove

Chibs Telford x f!Reader

Warnings: Marijuana use, FLUFFY SMUT (very soft!Chibby🥹), swearing, every pet name known to man, minors DNI I mean it

AN: I’m simply in love with him. For some reason I couldn’t get the idea of Chibs calling his girl “dove,” like she’s the peace in crazy life, so this is that. :,)

Dedicated to my new friend @ankhmutes who helped me bounce this idea around!

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It was approaching 1 am before you finally heard the rumbling of your man’s bike approaching your driveway. He always tells you not to wait up for him, but you worry. You can’t help it. You need to see him home safe before you can relax.

You rose from your seat at the small wooden table in your kitchen and stepped to pour the rest of your coffee down the sink. You didn’t want your husband to know you’d been slugging coffee all night to keep awake, though he would already know when he walked in and saw you there, all the lights on in the kitchen.

The rumbling stopped and moments later the sound of keys prodding against the door caused you to spin on your heel from the sink. You were leaning against the counter, the fabric of your husband’s shirt clinging to your sides, falling just below the curve of your ass, your thin cotton sleep shorts barely poking out below.

The door swung open with a soft thud and in stepped a very tired, defeated looking man.

“Mo ghràdh (my love),” He exhaled while unloading his gear onto the table in front of you, “What are ye doin’ up?”

He crossed the small distance between you and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, his head sinking to rest on your shoulder.

“Can’t sleep without you, baby,” you cooed into his hair. It was sticky with sweat and smelled of a mix of earth, shampoo and gunpowder — undeniably Chibs.

He stayed there in your embrace for a long moment before he let out a baritone sigh, standing up and running his calloused hands up along your soft arms.

“Get in bed, lass,” he breathed onto your forehead, placing a soft kiss there, “I’ll join you soon, hm?”

You nodded slightly and stretched up on your tiptoes to plant a sweet peck on his lips. His hand drifted down to yours and raised it up to brush his lips against your knuckles before stepping back and heading for the bathroom.

You heard the shower turn on as you climbed into bed and lit up the spliff Chibs had rolled for you before he left for the day. The smoke felt hot as it trickled into your lungs, but the worry you felt just moments before melted away with the sting.

It wasn’t long before Chibs came walking into your bedroom dressed in only black cotton boxers. You smiled sweetly at him as he tiredly made his way to his side of the bed and pulled the covers back to climb in.

Your eyes felt heavy with the weight of the high hitting you hard. Chibs slid closer to you and lifted his arm up, signaling you to tuck your head against his chest and lean into him. The smell of his musky shower gel and just him flooded your senses.

You lifted the joint to meet his lips and he slid his thick fingers over your thin ones to take it in his grasp. Now being free, your hand floated up to his damp brownish-gray locks and tucked a stray hair behind his ear. He shut his eyes as the sting of the smoke flowed into his lungs and back out of of his parted lips. His dark orbs fluttered back open and met yours in a soft gaze.

He met the joint to his lips again and inhaled deeply before moving a large hand to cup the back of your head. With a low, “c’mere,” he met his lips to yours and the mellowed burn of the smoke filled your senses. A sleepy smile molded on your face as your exhaled and planted a kiss on Chibs’ rough lips.

“Long day, love?” You asked softly, ghosting your lips over his scarred cheeks.

“Aye,” He sighed, “Y’could say so.” His hand ran through your flowing locks and you leaned into his touch.

He reached across the bed to snuff out the still-glowing roach then returned his hands to you, one still tangled in your hair and the other reaching for your bare thigh.

As quickly as your hazy mind could muster, you swung a silky leg over his to straddle his bulky lap. His rough hands, the very same that were beginning to bruise and swell at the knuckle before your eyes, were now gently running up and down your sides. The feather-like touches sent tingles down your spine.

“What do you need, baby?” You whispered as your hands drifted to caress the sides of his face, one thumb sliding over his slightly swollen lower lip, “Tell me.”

“You, dove,” His lips ghosted to your neck, one of his hands brushing your hair over your shoulder. He spoke slowly, finishing his thought, “I only need you, my peace.”

You sighed into his touch as his lips kissed from your ear, to your jaw, to the soft spot just above your clavicle, exposed from the stretched-out neckline of your old reaper t-shirt.

Chibs’ calloused hands slid gently under your shirt, his shirt, and his lips parted from your salty skin only momentarily to pull the fraying fabric over your head. He breathed in sharply when your bare torso came into his view. No matter how many times he’s had you, he’s always blown away by your beauty — the fact that you are his, and only his.

The cool air of your bedroom flowed over your skin, causing goosebumps to tingle up your spine and your already-taut nipples to pebble invitingly. Chibs’ hands danced up your sides to meet the soft flesh of your breasts, thumbs brushing over the enticing apexes of them. You arched your back into him, head falling back at the overwhelming sensation you felt — a mix of the high and Chibs’ skilled hands palming into you already had you reeling.

A soft sigh fell from your lips as Chibs’ dipped his head to kiss the plush skin of your breasts gently as he made his way down to one of your sensitive peaks. He pushed you back slightly and took your nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around it and sucking the skin slightly. His thumb and forefinger teased your other nipple, sending your hips grinding into his involuntarily.

Your hands tangled through his damp hair as his lips traveled back up your tingling skin to meet your own plump lips. He kissed you like he was afraid you might disappear if he let you go - slow and deep. His lips never left yours as he toyed with the hem of your sleep shorts, ghosting his rough finger tips over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

“Please, Filip,” you breathed into his parted lips, “Touch me.”

His fingers hooked the thin, damp fabric and slid it to the side. A strained breath fell from your lips as the cool air swirled around your aching heat. He ran his fingers up and down your dripping slit and gathered the slickness before gliding up to circle your clit. Your sensitive nub ached as he drew soft whines and moans from you.

“Always so perfect for me, sweetheart,” He cooed into your ear, your head having fallen to rest on his shoulder as he pushed you further towards the peak of your pleasure. His fingers didn’t let up as you started to squirm in his lap, legs shifting just so your core ground roughly into his hardening cock.

You felt closer and closer to your release as Filip put his hand in your hair and gently pulled your head up from his shoulder to meet his captivating gaze.

“Let me watch ya, m’annsachd (my blessing),” His fingers sliding quickly to your pulsing hole while his thumb circled your clit, “See tha’ pretty face fall apart.”

His gravelly words flipped the switch in your belly and the blinding white hotness of your orgasm washed over you. Your head fell back into Filip’s hand as your thighs trembled over his own, the high you felt adding a new intensity to your rolling peak. The shaking of your thighs started to subside after what felt like an eternity, settling back down as Filip’s arms came to rest around your soft hips. He pulled you close to him as you floated back down to earth.

“God, I love you, Filip,” you squeaked out as you wrapped your fatigued arms around his broad shoulders.

He sighed into your embrace. “I love you more than I can say, my dove.”

Your hands take purchase in the short hairs at the base of his neck while Filip kisses all along your salty skin, sucking at the soft spot just above your clavicle. It’s your favorite and he knows it.

“Please, please,” you plead, not knowing exactly what you’re trying to say. Somehow though, Chibs knows exactly what you need. He always does.

He shushes you softly as his hands move to free his hard cock from the confines of his boxers and slide your shorts back out of the way. You breathe in sharply as his thick length slides through your slick walls, meeting the resistance of your clenching walls.

A sharp “ungh” escapes from your throat as your thighs sink down to meet Filip’s. The stretch overwhelms you every damn time. Your nails rake down the smooth contours of his upper back as you take a moment to adjust.

“Shhh, mo ghràdh, I’ve got you,” Filip cups the back of your head with one hand and rubs the arch in your back with the other, “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

After another beat you slowly lift yourself off of Chibs’ thighs, the deep ache reaching into your belly as your hips snap back down. He pushes you down by your hipbones, grinding you into him and making the dirtiest noises slip from your mouth.

The friction of your clit on his pubic bone, the way you can feel him in your guts, the praise and reassurances dancing into your ear and the muddled way your foggy brain is stringing all together — it’s all too much for you and you let out a string of words that could be mistaken for a prayer in another context.

“Ah, fuck. F—Filip, Christ. Please, baby. I — I can’t.”

A deep groan boils out of his chest. Seeing you this way, so drunk on his cock and unaware of even your own name anymore; it makes him feral.

“Tha’s it, my girl. Made just fer me, angel, I swear,” His arms wrap back around your trembling torso as he fucks into you, grinding your bodies impossibly close together, “Gimme one more, baby girl. I know you can.”

With another slew of curse words falling from your lips, you feel the string snap once more deep in your belly. The way your walls flutter harshly around his cock send Filip into his own peak, hot streams of his seed painting your insides. You grab at his back, his arms, his hair — anything you can reach as you shake and whine in his grasp for another moment.

Finally, the earth stops spinning around you as you come back into reality to the sounds of two heaving chests and praises in your ear. Chibs rests his head on your shoulder, and you on his. The intimacy of your embrace sending that warm, fuzzy feeling through your veins.

“Thank you, mo chridhe (my heart). I needed ya so goddamn much,” He turns his head slightly to plant sloppy kisses along your shoulder.

“Still do,” kiss, “Always do,” kiss.

Your heart flutters at his affection. He’s never shy about how much he loves you, but it’s even more so after a rough day like today must have been. He’ll tell you about it someday, but not now. Now he just needs to hold you, to know you are here.

“I’m here, baby,” You whisper, his softening cock slipping out of you as slide down to lay next to each other, “Here forever, my love.”

“I love you so, my peace; my dove.”

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[bullet-prooflove]

Can i get a litle something for chibs? With the prompt 'I'll be the one you won't forget' thank you 🥰

No Words (NSFW) - You and Chibs don't need words to express how you feel.

Moment (NSFW) - Chibs gets lost in the moment.

His - There's no doubt in Chib's mind that you belong to him.

Different - Things are different with you.

In the time leading up to your divorce you try to forget about Filip. You’re in the fight for you’re life with your husband, it’s a constant battles of wills and intimidation tactics. You don’t have the time or the energy for another man in your life. You make that clear after the first night you sleep with him.

“Trust me love, I’m not looking for anything complicated.”  He tells you when you share a joint out on the loading dock.

It stings a little but it’s true. Your life right now it’s messy. You may have emotionally detached from your husband years ago but he certainly hasn’t detached from you. He’s still calling, still driving by your workplace, still contesting the divorce.

“Yea, I got enough complicated in my life right now.” You say as you blow a smoke ring out of your mouth.

You end up fucking him in the garage, pencil skirt hiked up your thighs as he takes you on the hood of a stranger’s car.

“He could never make you come like this could he?” He murmurs into the curve of your throat at the height of climax. “He could never get you off the way that I do.”

You bite down into the leather of his kutte to suppress the moan that escapes your lips as you come.

It’s later that night that you find yourself in bed with a newly acquired toy. It’s a wand, one you bought for yourself after you’d filed the divorce papers. It’s the first one you’ve owned because your ex didn’t want competition in the bedroom.

You close your eyes and you think Filip, about the rough lilt of his voice, the softness of his touch, the heat, the teasing. When you hit that high, you’re loud, the loudest that you’ve ever been on your own and you know that’s due to your subject matter.

You collapse back into the pillows, your cheeks flushed and body relaxed. There isn’t a chance in hell you can ever forget about Filip Telford, not with the things he does to you.

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[willowsages-blog]

Unexpected visitor: chibs telford x female reader

It was lunchtime you were in the car with your toddler,

You placed her in the front seat with the car parked in the parking lot,

Giving her a few napkins in the rear view you could see someone driving a motorcycle

Chibs pulled into the parking spot on your daughter's side.

You made eye contact with him, a smiling form.

“Daddy” she cried out, as he opened the door pulling her into a soft embrace

He sat in her spot, placing her on his lap. Chibs grinned, looking over at You, placing a kiss on your lips.

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[maibeewrites]

ULTRAVIOLENT || Chibs Telford x Y/N

part I. i'm you jazz singer

summary: a twist from a scene from s6/ep1.

Y/N snitches, and gets punished for it

warnings : description of violence, domestic(ish) violence, beating

tags: angst, hurt/comfort

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Y/N was actually just finishing up on a Sportster. She pulled down her gloves, put down the tools, and wanted to head out, when the Sergeant at Arms stepped into the garage.

"Chibby?" Y/N called out to him with a smile. She usually gave everyone awkward nicknames.

Chibs slowly walked up to her, and had an expression which started to make Y/N feel uncomfortable.

"Is everything cool?" she asked.

Chibs walked slowly past her, then leaned on the counter.

"I need a minute with ya." He said with strict voice. Y/N's smile started to fade.

"Yeah, sure." Y/N still didn't know what to expect. Her and Chibs were on very good terms. Almost too good. At least what concerned Y/N' feelings. She also suspected that the Scot has a soft spot for her too.

But right now, Chibs was anything but soft.

Y/N froze when she saw the man taking off his jacket.

"You know, Jax might have gave you a pass, but I can't forget about that, so easily." Y/N's heart was pounding in her chest. She could feel the panic creeping up on her.

She had no choice. Roosevelt was pushing on her hard for intel. She didn't say anything though, what would seriously put her brothers or club at danger.

But she also knew that it didn't matter. She was a rat, and Chibs knew it.

The man started to take off his rings, and lined them up almost ritualistically on the counter.

Y/N wanted to cry. She knew what was going to happen. But she couldn't cry and she couldn't run away. Or to better put it, she wouldn't.

"I've never put my hands on a woman. Not once." He said slowly. "This does not give me joy or satisfaction. On the contrary." He put his last ring down. "But I have to do this now, Y/N." Chibs started to come closer. Slowly, menacingly.

"I know."

She stood her ground. With her back straight, chin up, she looked her friend in the eyes.

"I love you." she said.

"I know."

And with that came the first blow. The man didn't hold back. Y/N fell onto the floor. Her palms were scratched by the rough wood. Her head was spinning but she knew she had to get up. This time she could get up on her own. She tries to keep her balance and looked Chibs in the eye, waiting for the next hit.

Chibs felt rage, disgust, sadness and love at the same time. He didn't want to cause her serious damage but he knew he had to do this. She got away far too easily. If one of their brothers knew about her ratting, Chibs wasn't sure if she would get away with only a beating.

In her e/c eyes he could see sorrow, pain and determination. She wasn't broken. Yet.

He hit the other side of her face next. Y/N felt her lip slicing open and she almost bit her tongue. She fell on the floor again. A little bit of blood dripped down on the wood.

The pain was bad, the dizziness worse, and the fact that Chibs did this to her, the worst. But the worst of the worst was that she knew, she deserved this. She was well aware what this lifestyle meant. What being in a club meant.

This time she couldn't get up on her own. She tried tough, but she fell back on the floor. Chibs grabbed her and roughly pulled her up. Her heart was crying, but she wasn't. At this point she couldn't stop her body from trembling. She held onto Chibs' cut, looked him straight in the eye again, and awaited the next hit.

Chibs still didn't show mercy. Y/N let out a cry of pain. She was grabbing Chibs cut but could not fully hold on. She fell onto her knees in front of her friend.

It was almost too much for Chibs. But he felt this rush of rage which told him, this is not the end yet. He dragged her back onto her feet, but she could barely stand up. Her face was bleeding and red. She still didn't cry, but the defiance in her eyes faded almost completely.

Chibs hit her again, and she let out a scream. She felt something snap in her mouth.

He didn't let her fall this time, he grabbed her arm and waist, and kept her upright. She would bruise where he grabbed her, but at that point, it did not have importance.

Tears started to fall from her eyes. She couldn't look him in the eye anymore. Quiet but guttural screams and grunts could be heard. She couldn't take it anymore.

Chibs saw that she was almost gone. He wanted to steady her, but it was impossible. He dragged her next to the counter balanced her against it. Then he hit her one last time, as hard as he could.

Her cries were suddenly stopped when she finally lost conciousness.

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They were silent. The man held Y/N's head firmly with one hand. Firmly, but gently, as gently as he could. With the other he was holding a piece of wet towel, and was wiping down Y/N's face. She was calmed down, only occasionally a tear left her eyes. Her face looked horrible. It was swollen, with red bruises which would turn blue afterwards. Chibs put stiches on the eyebrows where it was split.

Y/N felt that one of her back teeth was moving. She had to have that checked out. The blood was filling her mouth, and she let it drip from her mouth to the floor.

"What is it?" Chibs asked her, concerned that it was internal bleeding.

"A tooth." She spoke quietly.

"Let me see." The man said and she opened her mouth compliantly. He put his index finger carefully in her mouth and inspected the damage. He could feel it slightly moving.

"You will have to see a dentist about that." He said.

"I know."

When he finished cleaning her up, he started to slide his fingers through her hair with one hand, and reached out to touch her face with the other. Y/N flinched and almost jumped in her seat.

"Hey, it's okay." The man whispered, and caressed her face and lips. This was the first time since the beating when Y/N looked at Chibs. They sat in silence but they knew exactly what the other one wanted to say.

She closed her eyes and he leaned in to kiss her forehead.

Seeing her this way was hard on him. He never hurt a woman before, and he didn't thought he will, especially not Y/N. He stood up and pulled her up alongside him, then embraced her. He hugged her tightly and lovingly. That is when Y/N started crying. It wasn't even crying, it was sobbing. All the built up fear, sadness and pain crushed down on her. She couldn't stop shaking, her tears made Chibs' cut wet.

He didn't say anything, just took her into his arms, and sat down. He rocked her like a baby back and forth, sometimes kissing her cheek, forehead and caressing her gently. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity to them, she calmed down, and fell asleep in Chibs' arms.

PART TWO:

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[somethinginthewayiam]

Dress-down

(pic off pinterest)

pairing: Chibs Telford x plus-size reader

words: 2625

warnings: there is 18+ content throughout (minors DNI), use of alcohol, smut, self-doubt

Summary: Chibs leads you into one of the dorm rooms and shows you just how much he likes your outfit...

link to my masterlist and previous parts

“Have you ever seen the rest of the clubhouse?”, he said in a voice louder than necessary, making sure that nobody came looking for him in the next 40 minutes or so.

He led you down a hallway while his arm dropped from your shoulders down to your hip and moved even lower. You felt the hem of your skirt being lifted and the tip of fingers touched your ass.

Before you could flick his hand away, he pulled you into a room and slammed the door shut behind you.

You only had about a second to take a look around the room, making out a bed and a door leading into a bathroom, before Chibs pushed you against the door and buried his face at your neck.

You moaned lewdly, arching your back off the door and pressing against his body. Your hands wandered into his hair, wanting to pull his face up to yours to kiss his lips, but he made sure he stayed at your neck.

“Hey, don’t give me another hickey”, you said a little breathless and slapped the back of his head. He finally pulled back and had a proud smirk on his face. “Too late, lass. And it’s a good one”, he announced and moved your hair a little bit to the side to look at it again.

“You didn’t!”, you looked at him with big eyes and an open mouth, your hand shooting up to cover that part of your skin. You pushed past him and walked over to a mirror above a dresser.

When you removed your hand, you saw an even bigger spot than last time forming as you stared at it. “Filip!”, you called out. He was behind you a second later, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a kiss to the spot he just caused. His fingers tickled your belly and made you laugh involuntarily.

He flipped you around in his arms and you wrapped your arms around his neck, looking up into his eyes. “Couldn’t you have made it somewhere I can hide it better?”, you suggested with a pout to meet him halfway at this.

“Aye, I can do that”, he said, winked at you and suddenly got down on his knees in front of you. Before you could really realize what he was talking about, you felt his lips at your inner thigh. “Oh god”, you breathed out.

His beard was grazing your soft, sensitive skin along with his lips. You leaned against the dresser and closed your eyes at the sensation. You buried your hands in his hair as he moved his mouth up your thigh.

His lips grazed your pussy over your panties as he moved to the other leg, making you gasp, and kissed his way down almost to your knee. Chibs leaned back a little and looked up at you. Your eyes were already glazed over when you met his gaze. A knowing smirk appeared on his lips as he licked them.

He grabbed your right leg and put it over his left shoulder. He kissed along your thigh again, but this time, he stopped at your center. He pressed a firm kiss on you over your dampening panties.

Then his finger hooked into the seam of the fabric and pulled it to the side. With his tongue, he licked a long stripe through your folds. It somehow surprised you that he dove right in. You knew by now that he could be a little tease, just like you.

He licked your little nub before he closed his lips around it and started sucking. “Fuck, Chibs”, you called out at the sensation and looked for something to hold onto with your hands. One grabbed the top of the dresser, your fingers bending around the edge of it. Your other hand found his head again, burying your fingers in his hair.

Chibs moved his head up and down, left and right, alternating between sucking and licking your nub and folds. Your breath got stuck in your throat at the waves of pleasure washed over your body. Your moaning increased with every move of his lips on you.

Your knees got weak as you felt your orgasm approaching and your fingers closed tighter on his strands of hair. Suddenly you felt him pushing two fingers into you, curling them upwards and stroking your g-spot while his mouth stayed on your clit.

“Oh god, Filip, fuck”, you moaned and pulled your pelvis back at first, but then pushed it forward against him, grinding your hips lightly. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum”, you announced. Instead of an answer, Chibs hummed approvingly and sent shivers through your whole body.

You threw out every curse word you knew as you felt your orgasm fast approaching and moaned quite loudly when you finally came.

Chibs let go of your clit with his lips but kept moving his fingers inside you, just a bit slower, to work you through your high. He kissed your inner thigh again but you almost didn’t notice it as your head was still spinning. Fuck, he really knew what he was doing down there.

He carefully pulled his fingers out of you and put your leg back down on the ground. He held you by your hips with his left hand as he stood up because he could see how shaky your knees were.

When he came face to face with you again, he put the two fingers that had just been inside you, at your lips. “Taste yourself”, he demanded more than he offered it. Your eyes fluttered open and you looked up at him. You kept the eye-contact as you slowly opened your lips and he pushed his fingers inside.

Your tongue played around them, licking your juices off before you closed your lips and sucked his fingers. You could see his pupils dilating and his already dark-brown eyes got even darker.

After another few moments of eye-fucking each other, he pulled his fingers from your lips, grabbed your hand and guided you over to the bed. When he pulled you close to kiss you, you turned the two of you around and pushed him down on the bed to sit at the edge.

You turned your back on him and started swaying your hips, moving down until you sat in his lap, circling your hips and grinding into his hard cock. You felt the zipper of your dress being opened all the way down.

Before Chibs could push your dress down, you got up again, taking a step away from him and turning around. As you pulled your arms out of the straps, you kept swaying your hips, turning this into a little show for him.

Chibs leaned back on the bed, putting his weight on his hands and watching you with a dirty smirk on his face, licking his lips when you pulled the front of your dress down to reveal the strapless bra to him. Your hands grabbed the bottom half of your dress, lifting it up and over your head. You let it fall to the floor next to you. You put your hands on your thighs and let them run up your body until you had them both on your covered breasts to give them a good squeeze.

Chibs raised an arm and motioned you to come over with is finger. As seductively as possible, you put one foot in front of the other as you walked over to him. You turned around again and sat down in his lap.

“I need some help with my bra, sir”, you cooed and shimmied your ass into his crotch. With a little snap, your bra sprung open. You grabbed it, pulled it off your body and threw it on the floor.

“Turn to me, I need those tits in ma face”, he ordered you, pushed you off his lap and turned you around by your hips before he pulled you down to him, your legs straddling his thighs.

His hands immediately grabbed your breasts, squeezing and kneading them. He took one nipple into his mouth while his fingers played with the other one.

You steadied yourself with your hands on his shoulders as you threw your head back, moaning his name. You watched him devour your breasts for a little while until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I need you inside me”, you whined and rolled your hips against his crotch. “Do you have something with you?”, you asked as your hands flew to his leather jacket that he was wearing under his kutte and started to unzip it.

“No, do you?”, he asked, his hands roaming your ass. “In my purse, outside under the bar”, you told him and pulled a face. You didn’t want to get dressed again and go outside to get it.

“Wait a second”, he said, patted your ass to have you get up from his lap. With a very visible tent in his jeans, he got up from the bed and walked over to the night stand. He pulled open the bottom drawer, rummaged around in it, closed it again and opened the top drawer where he pulled out a half-full box of condoms. “Thank you, Jackie-boy”, he grinned, pulled out a package and threw the box on top of the nightstand.

Chibs was taking off his kutte and his leather jacket and put them on the chair in the corner next to the bed. Meanwhile, you crawled onto the bed, licking your lips as you watched him unzipping his jeans and pushing them down his legs.

You lay down on your back, hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your panties and pushed them up and off your legs. All under the watchful eyes of Chibs as he was taking off his shirt and his underwear as well.

When it was time to put the condom on, you got on your knees, grabbed the package out of Chibs’ hands and ripped it open with your teeth. You got the condom out and reached out to grab his cock, pulling him right to the edge of the bed.

You put the condom on his tip, held it in place and rolled it down with long, firm strokes all while you looked into his eyes. “Enough playing around here, lass”, he said, put his hand on the back of your head and pulled you in for a wild and deep kiss before he pushed you back on the mattress and pulled you to the edge by your legs, making you giggle.

You felt his tip at your entrance as Chibs positioned himself and then slowly, as the fucking tease he was, he pushed into you. Your back arched off the mattress at the feeling of his cock. “Mhm, fuck yeah”, you moaned and welcomed him inside you.

“Fuck, ya feel good, so tight”, he mumbled as he bottomed out and rested there for a moment before he pulled back again. His hands were on your knees, pushing your legs apart and holding them open. His thrusts were slow but deep and you squirmed on the bed, urging him to go faster, harder.

Chibs moved his hands under your knees and hooked both of your legs around his waist before he placed his knees on the mattress and pushed you upwards.

His thrusts became faster and the new angle enabled him to go deeper. Your moans got louder with every snap of his hips. “Fuck, Filip”, you whined, pulling his face down to yours and kissing him passionately. Your hips met his with every thrust, with one leg wrapped around his hips, one placed firmly on the mattress.

With a strong push of that stabilized leg, you turned the both of you around and now you were on top. You sat up, putting your hands on his chest and rode him hard. You loved that you were in control for a change and took advantage of it to the fullest.

You rolled your hips back and forth, jumping up and down a little bit, all while your fingernails dug into his chest.

His hands found your boobs again and massaged them firmly. Beneath your hands, you felt his growls rather than you heard them. You leaned forward and let your hips jump up and down on his cock with fast, rapid movements. The both of you were panting and moaning loudly, not caring if people might hear you.

Chibs sat up and his lips closed around one of your nipples, his hands still playing with your breasts. You rested your hands on his shoulders while your hips rolled against his again and again, digging your nails in his skin.

“Filip, Filip”, you whined his name over and over again like an incantation. Your hands grabbed his face and tilted it upwards so you could kiss it, moaning into his mouth.

When you felt your orgasm washing over you, you started shaking on top of him, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck and pulled him as close as you could. Your pelvis pressed into him as you stilled and clenched hard around his cock. You held your breath for a moment before you exhaled loudly, moaning his name one last time before you went limp in his arms.

 Afterwards, you were laying in bed, the blanket covered you both up to your hips as you heard the party still going on outside the dorm rooms, but you couldn’t care less. Your head was resting on his shoulder.

You pulled your right leg from under the blanket and turned your knee outwards.

“You little fucker, you really gave me a hickey down there, too”, you said as you spotted the dark spot on your inner thigh. “Just as you wished”, he commented and reached over to pinch the soft skin of your thigh. “Ouch, stop it”, you giggled and put your leg back down under the blanket, keeping it safe from him.

You put your head back down on his shoulder as your fingers painted little circles on his chest.

“Can I confess something?”, you asked. “I was afraid of what everybody would think when I came here in this ridiculously short dress on a body like mine”, you revealed to him.

“I know what they’re all thinking out there. That you’re a fuckin’ gorgeous, hot girl and they’re pissed that they’re not in here with you”, he told you and even though he said it in a kind of racy way, you heard in his voice that he was being honest.

“Well, in my experience I always got made fun of and definitely not noticed by the boys”, you told him and the memory of high school left a bitter taste in your mouth.

"See, that's where ya went wrong. Ya were wastin ya time with boys. Now, ya spending your time with a real man", he explained to you and tilted your chin up with his finger to make you look at him.

“Yeah?”, you asked with a smile and moved up to rest on your elbow. Chibs’ fingers moved along your spine, causing goosebumps all over your skin.

“Well, good for you, I like ‘em older and experienced”, you told him and leaned down to kiss him. You nibbled at his bottom lip before you kissed over his jaw down his neck.

“You havin’ daddy issues?”, Chibs asked, the mischief evident in his voice.

“Probably. Have a problem with that?”, you asked and continued kissing down his neck and further down his chest.

“No, as long as ya takin’ ‘em out on me”, he smirked and crossed his arms behind his head, watching you moving lower.

next part Car troubles

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

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"Dad, dad, DAD?"

"Tell 'em I went out." He moves to the pantry in the corner of the kitchen, closing the door behind him, prompting the soft fits of laughter from you that always inevitably bring about his own.

"Dad! Can we play William Tell? Can we? Where are the apples? Mom? Do we have apples?"

At hearing this, he can't remain hidden. "Where did you find that?" he demands to your youngest son, snatching the very real, very sharp bow and arrow out of his grasp. "How many times have I got to tell you, you're not to shoot apples off your sister's head with a bloody bow and arrow!"

"You have to get better at hiding things, dad!" you son grins, and that grin? 100% Telford DNA.

"And you need to stop nosing around the garage and climbing up the stepladders. Go on now, back outside, you wee shite!" He reaches to ruffle his hair, pointing the hyperactive maniac of a seven-year-old in the direction of the back door, he and his sister hurtling back out into the sunshine, screaming. Always screaming.

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

You turn with a look of mild incredulity. "Oh, they do now, do they?"

He chuckles, wrapping you in his arms. "Aye, they do. Well, it depends on the context, but we both know there's one place you're never quiet."

Smacking you on the butt, he picks up an apple from the fruit bowl, taking a big bite as he goes off to hide the bow and arrow once more. Or at least you hope that's what he's going to do.

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Come to Papa

Chibs! I’ve been writing for Daryl Dixon, but am saddened by the slow update of posts on the Chibs Telford tab. Here’s something I wrote up! Hope you enjoy. 

Warnings: Slightly suggestive towards the end

Description: You’ve been waiting for a week now for him to come back, but bookkeeping with Gemma and bar upkeep around the club helped as a distraction. Those distractions can only keep you occupied for so long. 

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Chibs is coming back today. You bit the side of your nail in anticipation, it’s Friday, and your old man is coming home today from a particularly long run. Your foot was tapping as you gnawed at your finger, turning your head when a bell rings as the door to the clubhouse opens. 

“The hell you bouncin’ around for doll?” Gemma spoke as her and Tara began walking towards you, holding groceries in their hands.

“Come on, Gem. Boys are coming back today that's why.”

Tara gave you a smile and walked behind the bar. You looked up and smiled wide, excitement showing. Gemma rolled her eyes and scoffed, nails clicking on the bar top,

“Oh please, do you realize how quiet it's been? I hope they never come back.” She chuckled.

She stroked your cheek as she grabbed the snacks to stock the bar. You sighed,

“Never been away this long from Fil…I miss him.” You sighed.

All the sudden the familiar roar made its way down the street, making its journey to Teller-Morrow. Your ears perked up, like a dog hearing the word ‘treat’.

“Here we go…” Gemma chuckled, wrapping an arm around you and Tara, making your way out to the lot.

The bikes started lining up, one by one, and you pointed out one Harley in particular. You bit your lip and began to smile as he dismounted his bike. He took off his helmet and leather gloves, sunglasses remaining on his face. I can't wait any longer. You took off as Chibs met your eyes. 

“Fillip!” You squealed while smiling. “Come to papa, lass” Chibs laughed, holding out his arms.

You squealed again as you collided, his arms wrapped around under your thighs, picking you up and connecting your lips. “God, you smell so good.” You spoke into his lips. He pulled away and let out a laugh, “I wha’ woman?” He raised a brow. You rolled your eyes and smiled, connecting your forehead with his.

 “You smell good, chibs! I missed your smell” 

*kiss*

“I missed your face”

*kiss*

“I missed your lips”

*kiss*

“Miss you, baby” you finished, smiling and looking at him again. 

He let out a loud laugh and put you down kissing you passionately once more before putting a hand in your back pocket, and walking towards the clubs. You looked around and saw Jax and Tara reuniting, as Gemma laid a kiss on Clay’s cheek. Good to have everyone home. You thought. 

“Alright, boys. Me and tha’ lass are checkin’ out.”

Chibs spoke, accent heavier after a few whiskeys and beers. You wrapped your arm around his middle, shoulder connecting with his torso.

“Checkin’ out, huh?” Tig smirked “...Can I watch?” He joked. You rolled your eyes and laughed as Chibs pointed a finger at him.

“Come on, papa.” You smiled up at your Old Man.

Few minutes later

Chibs had you up against the wall of his room at the club, his soft lips residing under your ear.

“You behave while I was gone?” He whispered, pulling away to see your response.

“Did you?” You cocked a brow, pulling away. “What happens on a run, stays on a run?” You cocked your head to the side, eyes narrowing.

“Oh please, grá…no crow-eater compares to yeh’. I’m yers, yer mine.” He draweled, stroking your hair, letting you down.

You smiled, gave him a kiss, then pulled away, pushing him onto the bed. You stood above him, his hands on your hips. 

“Welcome Home, Fil…” You whispered as you sank down to your knees.

He heard his pants unzip as he looked down, and lt out a sigh as he threw his head back.

“Welcome home Fil, indeed.” he groaned out. 

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

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Chapter Thirteen: Where the Heart Lies

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He knew where his heart laid.

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[band--psycho]

Chibs Telford x Reader-Valentines Day Love Letter

For @rl92 who requested a Valentines Day Letter

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

Mo grah,

Ye know I don’t do soppy things like this often, I can’t actually remember the last time I wrote a letter to someone, much less a love letter. 

But I know ye, and I remember ye saying ye love romantic tokens like this, so bear with me.

First things first, I love ye, Lass. 

And I’m sorry.

I’m sorry we argued before ye left for work.

I'm sorry that we’re not with each other today. 

I know this isn’t how either of us wanted to spend Valentine’s Day. 

In an ideal world we’d be with one another today, cuddled up in bed, with my arms wrapped around ye, while ye head is resting on my chest. 

Rather than us being miles apart…

I miss ye; I miss ye laugh, ye smile, I miss feelin’ ye soft lips against mine…I even miss the way ye narrow ye eyes in an almost death glare when I’ve pissed ye off. 

 I just miss being with ye. 

Lass, ye’ve changed my life for the better. 

I didn’t think I would ever find a love like ours and then ye came to the garage and everything changed. 

And now everytime I see ye, I see everything I want. 

I know there are days when we argue; but don’t ever think that those arguments change how I feel about ye. 

Through the ups and the downs, my heart will only ever belong to ye. 

When ye come back home, I promise I’ll give ye the best belated Valentines Day I can. 

I love ye, more than anything. 

Ye’re my world, my entire world, Y/n/n.

Happy Valentine’s Day,

Love Chibs

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[holylulusworld]

Ride with me again (6) (Epilogue)

Summary: He used to be the bad boy and you the good girl. Jax would never admit he never forget the girl that got away until you come back to town, your own secrets in your luggage.

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader

Characters: Gemma Teller, Clay Morrow, Opie Winston, Tig Traeger, Robert 'Bobby' Munson, Happy Lowman, Filip 'Chibs' Telford , Piney Winston

Warnings: past abusive relationship, angst, language, scared reader, protective Jax, protective SoA, hurt & comfort, fluff, talk about character’s death, mentions of gore, blood, rape, mentions of murder and suicide, mentions of accidents

A/N: PLEASE HEAD THE WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER. I can’t name every detail or else I’ll spoil the story. So, please proceed with caution as I mention blood, gore and what they did to Paul in the last chapter. 

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

Ride with me again masterlist

<<Part 5

“Careful. One step after another,” Jax helps you walk toward the bedroom at his house. Since your husband attacked you a few days ago, he didn’t leave your side. Always afraid someone could hurt you again. “You’ll have a rest, and I’ll get some things for you, Y/N.”

“Please don’t leave me alone,” you sniffle, afraid Jax will leave your side. Please…”

“Opie and Half-Sack will stay here while I’m away. Tig is outside to check on the surroundings. You’ll not be alone for long. I need to handle a few things, baby. Okay.”

“Do you think they will come back?” you weakly reply as he helps you lie down. It’s a struggle to even stand for a few moments. With the heavy meds in your system, you are tired and weak all the time. “Jax? Do I need to worry?”

“No, princess,” he’s kissing your forehead. Softly touching your skin with his lips. For a rough criminal killing people and dealing with weapons, drugs, and anything in between, Jax is the softest man you ever met. “No one is ever going to hurt you again. The doctor said you need to rest some more. I’ll be right back before you wake.”

“Okay. I trust you, Jax,” Jax kisses your temple, sighing as you mumble his name. “My Prince Charming, on his fiery bike. He saved me again. Just like a knight in shiny armor.”

Jax covers you with a soft blanket, hoping you will never leave his house and him again. He can’t make you stay if you want to leave. But he’ll try anything to show you that he can be a good man for you.

“We took care of the leftovers,” Happy explains. He took care of your father and father-in-law. “Man, you did a number on her husband. A pity you didn’t let me have a punch too.”

“It was important to get rid of the others first. No one can know we killed them all at the same time. Mr. Ethan Zobelle committed suicide and blew his brain out after his beloved son went missing. No one will doubt our version. We paid the right people,” Clay explains. “We couldn’t just let him disappear. Not at the same time as his son went missing.”

“What about her father?” Jax runs one hand down his face, shuddering as he’s got the feeling Paul’s blood is still on his hands. Jax still can hear Paul’s screams when he closes his eyes.

That night, Jax lost control. He started with punching your husband, but this wasn’t enough. After he broke Paul’s cheekbone and nose and made your husband pee his pants, things escalated quickly.

“Jax, did you hear me?” placing his hand onto Jax’s shoulder Clay sighs deeply. “I know you think you went too far. You didn’t. Just remember what that bastard did to your girl, your old lady. He abused her. He killed her baby. He raped your girl and tried to do it again. Paul Zobelle was nothing but a piece of shit.”

“You did what you had to do,” Bobby throws in. He smirks, remembering how Paul begged for his pitiful life. “Your girl is safe now.”

“We had to send a message to Zobelle’s business partners. I think they got it loud and clear now. They gave us a peace offering and will stay the fuck out of Charming,” Clay shrugs at Jax’s pained expression. “A win-win situation. Your girl is free of that monster, you got the girl, and we don’t need to fight on another front.”

“I know,” Jax knows all of this, still, what he did to your husband will haunt him for the rest of his life. He crossed a line and can’t make his actions undone. “Clay, I castrated that bastard and stuffed his dick in his mouth.”

“It was justified. He had it coming, boy,” Piney huffs as the other sons snicker. “Jax, I know you want to feel guilty, just don’t. You took a life to save another. Maybe even more. Trust me when I tell you that men like Paul Zobelle don’t stop abusing women. He would’ve done the same to another girl or Y/N again if he got the chance.”

“How does she feel?” Gemma worriedly watches her son carry two suitcases filled with your belongings toward his house. “I see, Zobelle’s partners kept their word and made sure your girl gets her things.”

“Seems like Y/N is going to get a lot of money. Her father has not left a will,” Chibs explains while Jax only wants to get back to you. “Right, Jax?”

“I think so,” Jax shrugs. “They found her father in his car. A tragic accident. Poor guy ended up dying in his beloved car as he wanted to visit his son-in-law. Who, surprisingly ended up dead in said man’s trunk, along with the knife her father used to castrate Paul.”

“You’re back,” you try to get out of the bed to greet Jax but he is faster. He crosses the room to keep you from leaving the bed. “I was worried about you, Jax.”

“Princess, I promised to come back. We had to…you know, take care of a few things. Now you are safe, and no one is going to ever bug you again,” you pounce on Jax when he sits on the bed next to you. He helps you onto his lap so you can hide your face in his chest. “We should talk about a few things.”

“Hmm…I’ve missed you. Half-sack is nice, Opie too. Say, why do you call him Half-Sack?” Jax chuckles at your question.

“He’s only got one ball,” you giggle now, feeling a little better since Jax is back. “Did they take good care of my girl?”

“Donna brought me soup and Opie tried to talk me into learning how to shoot. Half-Sack checked on me every hour and told me a lot of not funny jokes,” he chuckles as you get comfortable in his arms. “You said that we need to talk about a few things.”

“We killed your father, Ethan Zobelle and Paul,” you tense in Jax’s arms for a moment. You knew he and the sons took care of Paul and the others but tried to not think about it too much. 

“What if anyone finds them, Jax? I don’t want you or your friends to end up in jail because of me,” clawing at his shirt you start to cry. “Please.

“Friends from out of town helped us fake Zobelle’s suicide. And your father got killed in an accident after he murdered your husband, Y/N. All the evidence points to your father,” Jax cradles you in his arms. “I kinda lost control with Paul.”

“I don’t care,” you hide your face in his neck. “He was a monster and you protected me. No matter what you did to that man, it’s justified.”

“Princess,” he kisses your temple,” your father has not left a will. You’ll get all of his money, his house, and everything he owns.”

“I don’t want any of it,” crying into his neck you hold tight onto Jax. “They can do whatever they want with his money and shit. Please.”

“We will talk about this later. You can decide on how to use the money later. Maybe you can donate it or buy a horse. I don’t care. It’s your decision.”

“I want to attend his funeral,” you allow yourself to lean in Jax’s gentle touch. He runs his hand over your back and kisses your hair softly, “to spit on my father’s grave.”

“All for you, princess. We will attend his funeral and all spit on his grave. Trust me. Your father will rot in hell for what he did to you, Y/N.”

“Rot in hell,” you spit on your father’s grave, chuckling as you step aside. Jax is next. He spits on your father’s grave, and glares at the priest daring to clear his throat. “What? That man killed his son-in-law and commited other crimes.”

“I got some nice spit for you, bastard,” Clay steps toward your father’s grave to spit on it too. “I hope you got comfortable in hell.”

“Well, be my guests,” you nod at the sons of anarchy, stepping aside to grant them access. “He’s all yours.”

While the others start to spit and even pee on your father’s grave, Jax leads you away from the cemetery and toward his parked bike. He smirks as you slide your fingers over his bike.

“Princess,” he cups your face to press a soft kiss to your lips, sighing as you return the kiss. “Ride with me again..”

“I’ll ride with you for the rest of my life…”

After rethinking your decision, you took your father’s money and sold everything he ever owned. What you couldn’t sell, you burned.

Most of the money you made from selling his house, cars, and jewelry got donated to women’s shelters and other organizations helping women, children and men escape abusive relationships.

Jax and you only took the money from your father’s bank accounts and the safe to buy a bigger house and spare some of it for...well, whatever you want to buy next.

You will fill the house with love, laughter, and in a year down the road with new life…

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[filipfuckingtelford]

Aim for the head Part 2

Part two of my crossover imagine. It is a bit more rough than the previous part, so be ready for death scenes or do not read.

Feel free to comment. Hope you enjoy.

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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Chibs was trying to find any way to escape this trap; he looked around but couldn’t see anything but the empties. Those creatures seemed to fill any available space around, soon both Y/N and Filip could hardly move at all, he felt her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, she was making sure they at least stay close. And what was even worse - the blood and guts on them started to dry out, and Chibs didn’t know how long their disguise would last. He saw panic in Y/N’s eyes as he looked down at her, and he knew it was time for him to be strong. Somehow the responsibility for this lass made Chibs calm down and think straight.

Telford managed to slowly rise his arm up; he hoped that Tig and Juice on the tower could notice it. They probably did, because Chibs saw that they were watching him now carefully. Not much he could show with only one hand. But he pointed at his friends, then he moved his hand away towards another watchtower and showed a move, he hoped could be understood as shooting the gun. “Come on, brothers… please understand me” he thought to himself, while looking into Y/N’s eyes and gave her a soft smile.

"It would be okay, lass" he said with his lips only and she nodded unsure.

If only he knew how much time left for them to stay safe in this sea of empties… Chibs looked up again only to see Juice treading slowly and carefully by the edge of the wall towards the tower on another side of the territory. Telford closed his eyes, praying for Ortiz to hurry up. He felt the crust of blood on his face getting drier and the scent, this awful smell, fading away.

Neither Y/N nor Chibs could tell how long they were standing like that surrounded by the empties. There were so many of them and they were so close, Chibs could feel the quiet groans right next to his ear. It was so disgusting, so frightening, he had to put an effort to keep standing still. Suddenly they heard a sound. Long-awaited, beautiful sound of the gunshot. The sea of the empties began to roil around them, moving towards the new source of noise. The crowd around was so dense, it could easily drag Y/N and Chibs with it towards the other end of the yard, but Filip manages to grab the edge of the metal door of some building next to them. He pressed Y/N closer to himself and closed his eyes. Their lives now depended on his strength, and he was determined to hold on the place no matter what it takes.

New waves of the empties kept following one by one, creatures were crawling slowly, hitting each others, hitting Chibs and Y/N, Filip felt the edge of the metal sheet digging into his skin, but kept gripping it with all of his strength. He didn’t even notice when the concentration of the monsters around reduced. It was Y/N who slightly pulled him away from their spot, so Chibs opened his eyes and followed. They made their way towards the ladder, only several meters. They were so close to the safety and couldn’t reach it. Now finally they were able to climb up to the watch tower. Chibs let Y/N go first and followed her. His hand was so tired he could barely grab the rungs of the ladder, but he finally got on top and laid down breathing hard, while Y/N was sitting next to him, trying to catch her breath. When Chibs finally stood up, he gripped the collar of Laroy’s shirt and looked him in the eyes.

"If ya ever again put any of ma brothas or Y/N especially to risk, I woulda rip the heart outta yer, ya got me?" He groaned and his accent was thick with rage. Laroy nodded quietly. He looked guilty and worried, but Chibs just needed to take it out on someone.

He nodded as well and let go off the 9er, then he turned to Y/N, who stood up as well and was now watching Juice coming back.

"You’re alright, lass?" Telford asked, his voice was now quiet and tender

"I’m fine, Filip." She nodded, giving him weak smile. "Thank you. You saved us. I was so scared, couldn’t think of any way to escape."

Chibs felt warmth spreading inside his chest and took his eyes off of Y/N, as it was hard for him right now to hide his feelings. He distracted himself with Juice coming back safely. Now it was time to come back home. They all needed rest and they, Chibs and Y/N needed good shower and new clothes.

"Let’s get back home. I’m afraid we need to deal with those empties around our bikes." Tig said and started climbing down the wall.

Everyone followed, and soon all five of them were standing on the street, watching new group of empties lurking around their bikes. There was no surprise; Sons saw it many times before. If you drive your bike somewhere it will attract some monsters.

"I’ll take those on the right. You take the others." Y/N was again confident and calm as if she didn’t almost die half an hour before.

She headed to the closest empty, standing on the right side of the road, swaying slightly. As it noticed Y/N it began to walk clumsy but fast towards her and Chibs even raised his gun to protect her. But with one accurate move of her knife Y/N pierced monster’s head and not even looking on its body, made her way towards the next one. Filip sighed and aimed for the head of the empty not far from him. Tig and Juice followed his lead and soon the street was secured. Those bastards were no threat on the open space. When you have a gun the empty might not even notice you before it dies.

"Let’s get back home, brothers." Chibs got on his bike and waited Y/N to sit behind him. Her warm gentle arms wrapped around his waist again making him sigh. It felt so good he couldn’t help enjoying the feeling even in these circumstances.

"Gladly!" Juice smiled, allowing Laroy to sit behind him.

Engines roared again, attracting another bunch of dumb dead bastards to the street already covered with dead empties. Sons drove fast, everyone wanted to get back home to safety. Everyone was still under impression of the whole 9ers base turned into hell on earth. They got back to the club house in no time. Several gun shots followed as their bikes appeared on the street, their brothers were killing creatures gathered around the gates.

"Fucking shit, what happened?!" – Clay exclaimed as Chibs parked his bike and helped Y/N to get off it.

"Niners base is crowded with empties. Only Laroy survived." Chibs answered "We had to go through the crowd of those creatures to save him. Y/N knows how to do it. We all should learn this method."

As they made their way inside the club house, Chibs told everything except for the accident that happened because of the 9er. He was pretty sure, if Clay finds out Laroy had put his daughter to danger, poor guy would end up alone on the street.

"You guys should take shower, change your clothes and have a good rest." Clay stated when Chibs finished his story. They were sitting around the table again, all the club members gathered to listen. "We know now what happened; I’ll send a note to Alvarez. We should always remember how dangerous it might be to hide a bite from others… We already had an issue with it and I hope none of you would ever try to save his ass sacrificing our shelter safety."

Everyone was silent. Everyone understood what Clay tried to say and had no objections. Soon everyone got back to their daily activities and Chibs went to his dorm to take shower. It was a great luck for Sons to build a water supply for their safe house in the first weeks of the apocalypse, they could find all the needed materials and a spare generator in the hardware store in their part of the town. Now they had no need to care about water.

Chibs turned the shower on and stepped under the jets of water, closing his eyes and allowing himself to drift away in his thoughts. He was recalling every moment of today’s adventure, but not about the empties around but about Y/N, her being so close to him, her arms around him, her fingers gripping his leather on the back. If not an army of the living dead around them it could’ve been the most precious moment for Chibs. And now that he knew how her little body felt pressed against him, how if was to hold her close, he couldn’t get it out of his mind. And still Chibs couldn’t allow himself to even dream of having her to himself. So he had to hide these thoughts deep into his heart again.

Half an hour later Chibs was outside on the parking lot, cleaning the seat and wheels of his bike from the guts and blood. He couldn’t allow it to stay on his Harley longer than on his own skin.

"You need help, Filip?" Y/N approached him unnoticed and made him jump. She laughed quietly "Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you"

"That’s file, lass" – Chibs smiled back at her and lit his cigarette, distracting from work "I’m mostly done here, but thank you"

"How do you feel after our little adventure?" She asked and looked carefully at his hand. The mark on his palms was still visible, with some small cuts along it "You hurt your palm�� I can take a look on it or ask Tara"

"No, lass, I’m fine, don’t worry" Chibs shook his head "It’s just a scratch, nothing serious"

"I wanted to thank you… If not you, your plan and your strength, we would probably die there…" Y/N stepped closer to him and touched his hand with her fingers

"We wouldn’t have been able to save Laroy if not you, so I’d say we were a great team" Chibs laughed, but hardly stopped himself from catching her fingers when she let go of his hand

"Right!" Y/N smiled but then became serious. "Tell me about Kozik"

"Kozik, eh…" Chibs frowned. He didn’t want to talk about what happened, but couldn’t refuse her. "Let me finish with my bike and I’ll tell you everything. You can get us some scotch meanwhile, I think we deserve it"

"I’ll be on the roof" Y/N nodded and headed back inside.

Chibs watched her leaving and looked at his palm where her fingers were just a few minutes ago. Clenching his fist, he got back to his work. Soon his Harley was shining as a new one and Filip went to his room to wash his hands.

"We have to burn this place! We can’t leave it like that!" Telford heard Jax’s voice from the kitchen, as he headed towards the staircase.

"What if the fire spread to other buildings around their base?" Bobby replied "We need to think it over carefully"

Chibs continued his way. He knew that club now needed to decide how to deal with the 9ers base, but for now he needed to have some rest, leaving all of the future issues for tomorrow. He got out on the roof and looked around. It was Y/N’s favorite place in the whole club house even before she left to San Francisco and now she was still true to her habit. She was sitting on the blanket, bottle of scotch beside her as promised. Chibs couldn’t help but smile, approaching her.

"Hey, lass" He sat down next to her and lit a cigarette, looking at the streets of Charming, small figures moving slowly along them or staying still in the middle of the road. Peaceful sight, if you don’t know what these figures were.

"Hey" Y/N replied and opened the bottle. She took a sip and passed it to Chibs. Then she demanded again "Tell me what happened to Kozik"

"Right… - Chibs sighed and took a sip as well" It was in the first weeks after it all started. Kozik, Tig and me, we were out for supplies as usual.

"Wait, wait. First of all… Who this Kozik was?" Y/N stopped him and Chibs realized she left before Kozik had joined them.

"Sure… He was from Tacoma chapter. Visited us couple of times before and when it all began he was here with us, so he stayed" Chibs explained and when Y/N nodded, he continued. "So we were out. I don’t remember what place it was, probably some grocery or whatever… We’ve been scavenging every place we could, gathering everything that could be useful. Long story short, Herman was attacked but succeeded to kill the bastard fast. The bite seemed so small, we wanted to believe it was not a big deal. So we…"

"You came back to the club house with him?" Y/N asked when Chibs paused. She saw he felt guilty for what happened somehow.

"Aye. It was my decision…" Chibs sighed and took a big gulp from the bottle. "Everyone supported it when we came back, but still. So as you might guess, he turned. Within an hour after we came back. We thought that those who were bitten turn very fast; we saw it on the streets in the first days. And I didn’t even think about the first empty I met. He came to St. Thomas an hour and a half after he was attacked and still was human. But I forgot about it completely"

There was silence for couple of moments. Chibs seemed to be drifted away in his thoughts and Y/N wanted to give him some time. He took a drag on his cigarette and let the smoke out in the air watching it fade away.

"He turned when Abel was around" Filip suddenly said and Y/N covered his palm with hers, squeezing it gently. "He… It tried to attack the boy. But Piney was there as well. He distracted it from Abel and was attacked instead. By the time we came for the noise, poor Piney was dead. I shot them both. Guys kept saying they don’t blame me. But I know it was my fault. I decided to let Kozik back in. I just… I couldn’t just shot him"

Last words were almost silent. Chibs gripped Y/N hand as if he was looking for something to hold on. He was shivering slightly and couldn’t calm down. It was too hard for him, this guilt could be put away but was never gone.

"It’s not your fault, Filip" Y/N said quietly after several moments. "When it all began we all were just learning how to deal with it. He was your friend. You needed to try. Don’t blame yourself. You built this wonderful safe place for so many people, saved them, protected them, risking your lives to keep them fed and have everything they need"

"You’re right, lass. But still Piney died because of me. Abel could die" Chibs sighed, but looked at Y/N and smiled at her slightly. She couldn’t take the pane away, but ease it – absolutely. And she did.

"Thank you for telling me. And I’m sorry you had to live through it again. " She said quietly "Let’s just sit here for awhile and have some rest"

Chibs nodded, lying down on the blanket, palms under his head, looking at the sky. Soon Y/N joined.

"Sky is the only thing that didn’t change" She whispered

"Aye… no matter what happens down here, sky is still beautiful. Maybe heaven is still up there…"

"And hell is now on earth"

Next morning when Chibs was sitting at the table, sipping coffee and smoking, Sons started gathering one by one. Telford knew it was for the 9ers base discussion. He joined his brothers soon and took his place. Everyone was tensed, thinking about what happened to that gang.

"Alvarez sent a note to us. He would help with any supplies we might need to deal with those bastards, but he doesn’t have many people at the moment, they had a bad fight with a huge bunch of empties recently, several memners are gone" Clay said, looking at his brothers "So what we need to do now, is to decide how to eliminate those empties. The easiest way seems to shoot them one by one from the wall, but we don’t want to waste so many bullets. So I need you to think of other options"

"Burn them down" Jax stated as soon as Clay stopped his speech.

"Too dangerous, I’ve told you" Bobby replied, and Chibs knew they had the same argue yesterday. "They have wooden fence, they have a lot of trees and buildings around their base. Fire can spread unpredictably! You can’t risk to burn all Charming"

"And we might need some stuff they have in their storages" Chibs supported Bobby. "Maybe we can open the gate, drive in and smash them with couple of cars?"

"Not a bad idea" Clay frowned "But might be trapped in those cars. 9ers had the biggest shelter of our three, by what you said there are probably around a hundred of them if not more"

"Right…" Chibs nodded.

"We can get inside covered in their guts and kill them one by one with knives" Happy suggested and it was obvious he loves the idea.

"Yeah, but we don’t how they would react to it. Chibs and Y/N moved slowly and didn’t make any noise" Juice mentioned. "What if we open the gate a bit and let them out one by one and kill them one by one? Unlike ours, niners’ gate has just one wing"

"That might work" Clay looked at him serious. "But again, there are so many of them. They might just open the gate with their common power and spread all over the streets"

"But we can use a car to hold the gate. Load it with some heavy shit!" Chibs liked the idea Juice suggested. It was a good plan to control the flow of the empties and meet them with knives.

"Sound like a plan. Let’s see. We need a driver in the car. We need three people to be killing empties and couple of people to watch their backs to take down bastards that might be attracted by the car. So we need pretty much everyone to go. And someone to stay here just in case" Clay seemed to accept this idea.

"I’d say we need the same team as yesterday and three more" Chibs stated and Clay looked at him surprised.

"You mean Y/N should go too?" He asked.

"Aye. No one can kill those bastards with a knife as good as her. I’ve seen it yesterday" Chibs nodded. "Hap would be good in it as well I guess. And I will learn"

"Right" Clay nodded "Tig, can you be our driver? And Juice with Ratboy and Miles would cover your backs. Meanwhile Jax, Bobby and I would stay here and take our places on the watchtowers. Everyone agree?"

Club voted. Everyone supported the idea and the plan. They just needed some time for the preparations – to upgrade one of the vans with the metal carcass to make it heavy enough. Chibs also insisted to have several lessons with Y/N on how to kill empties with a knife. He offered Happy to join, but Lowman said he’s fine.

"Quite a good plan you have" Y/N said that afternoon when Chibs and her were walking down the street looking for empties to kill.

"It was Juices’ idea" Chibs nodded, following her and looking around. He had a big knife in his hand, the one Happy lend him, from his waste collection.

"To control how many crawlers come from the gates is sufficient, so Tig should be very concentrated" Y/N noticed and stopped, pointing on the empty in front of them "Now. You come closer to it as quiet as possible, but it will notice you soon, so be ready to hit. Knife if long enough, so don’t wait too long. As it approaches, hit it like this or like that"

She showed two fast moves – one from the top down, to pierce the head and another one from left to right, to cut its head. "Both ways are good, from the bottom up as well, so just try and see what’s more comfortable for you and easier at the moment. I’ll shoot it if you don’t succeed" Y/N took her gun out and looked at Chibs. "Be careful please"

Chibs nodded and began to walk slowly and quietly towards the empty which was standing in the middle of the street, swaying slightly. Many others were inside every building; Chibs knew it, luckily during the day they preferred to stay inside, going out for food only in the darkness. But any noise could attract them as well, so he really needed to be as quiet as possible. The monster finally noticed human and groaned quietly, then moved towards Filip quite fast. But Chibs was ready, he stopped and squeezed the knife tight preparing to hit. The empty stretched its arms forward, as it came closer to Chibs, trying to grab him, his head only fifty centimeters away from Telford. Chibs couldn’t rise his hand up, so he hit from the bottom and pierced creature’s chin with the knife. An awful crack and squishing sound followed as the blade got inside of the dead head. The empty became flabby and stopped moving. Chibs pulled the knife out of its head, allowing the lifeless body to fall on the ground and looked around at Y/N who was watching him. She raised her thumb and smiled approaching him fast.

"Good gob. But don’t let it get this close. It almost grabbed you" Y/N said, as they continued walking.

"Next time I’ll try to meet it with the hit, not wait until it comes closer" He nodded, wiping blood off the blade.

They turned the corner and saw several empties walking their way. Chibs looked at Y/N question in his eyes and she nodded.

"This would be a good training. When we’ll be killing crawlers at niners base, there would be plenty around" Y/N said "I’ll stay close and help if you will need it"

Chibs nodded and headed towards the empties, which already spotted them and now fastened their moves. Y/N followed, ready to fight, but allowing Chibs to lead. He was moving fast, going wide right to give those creatures no chance to surround him. First hit and the head of the empty rolled down the road, next one, and the lifeless body falls down. One by one Chibs was taking empties down and he loved the feeling. He was venting his rage on those monsters, rage that was boiling in him since the first day of the apocalypse. Rage that was caused by those empties. Killing them with a bullet wasn’t that good, and now he could actually feel he’s taking their useless lives with his own hands.

Y/N was just watching him, ready to assist any moment, but Chibs obviously didn’t need any help. He seemed to know what to do, and enjoyed the process. Y/N understood him, she remembered how good it was to kill the first crawler on her own. That bastard almost got her, but she succeeded to grab poker and kill the monster. It was on the first week of her journey, when she stopped to look for food in some abandoned house. She soon found out that the house wasn’t abandoned; its owner just turned to a crawler and was now standing in the living room. When Y/N entered the room she saw him and wanted to run away, but it rushed to her with an unexpected agility and they both fell on the floor. Y/N pressed her knees to monster’s chest, preventing him from biting her and was looking around in panic, trying to find any weapon, anything to protect herself. And she saw the poker beside the fire place. She stretched her arm and her body as much as she could and somehow managed to grab the weapon. It easily pierces rotten flesh and entered the brain of the crawler, making it fall on the side. Y/N remembered that moment as if it was yesterday. And the pleasure she felt when the motherfucker fell down lifeless.

Chibs, meanwhile, was standing nearby, breathing hard, covered in blood of the empties that were now lying on the ground. He killed every single one of them and was now taking some rest. Y/N looked at him and smiled.

"Great job, Filip!" She came closer and looked into his eyes.

"Thanks, lass… It was kinda fun" He replied, smiling back at her. Adrenaline was making his blood boil and he was hardly stopping himself from wrapping his arms around her, pulling her closer "I… Well, I think I’m ready to kill those rotten niners"

"Let’s get back to the clubhouse then. Mom would be grumbling again if we’re late for the dinner" Y/N went back towards their shelter and Chibs followed her.

"Can I ask you something?” Chibs mumbled when they were waiting for gates to open.

“Sure, what is it?” Y/N looked up at him curious.

“Why do you call me Filip?” He wasn’t sure if it was good to ask but he wanted to know. He was so used to hear “Chibs” from everyone that hearing his real name from her made his heart miss a beat every time.

“Well… It’s your name, isn’t it?” Y/N replied, smiling slightly.

“Aye… But everyone calls me Chibs, so I’m just curious why…” He couldn’t finish his question as the gates opened and they entered the territory, and Chibs didn’t want anyone to hear them.

“I just love how it sounds. Filip” Y/N winked at him and headed towards Gemma who was now setting the big table in the yard for the dinner. It was Clay’s birthday, so club decided to have a party.

Chibs froze in his tracks for couple of moments, trying to figure out what that could mean, but couldn’t find any reason to believe it meant anything else than just a slight teasing Y/N was giving him. So he just made his way inside, took a bottle of beer for himself and sat by the bar counter.

“Chibby, you’re okay?” Jax approached him and sat down next to his brother.

“Aye… Why?”Filip looked at him confused. He was so deep in his thoughts that barely noticed Jax coming.

“I just asked if you’re going to join everyone at the table and you didn’t react. So I thought something happened” Jax shrugged and took beer from Chibs, made a gulp.

“Nah, I was just thinking about our mission with niners base” Chibs lied easily, not looking at Jax. “Let’s go join the others. Don’t want to be late for Clay’s party” He stood up and headed outside where everyone was gathering around the table. Jaxon followed him, frowned, he seemed to see something was wrong with his friend but didn’t want to insist just yet.

 Gemma made amazing dinner, it was almost like in the old peaceful days. And the party was big and fun, everyone was laughing, telling stories, everyone needed this to feel as if nothing happened, as if the world was still normal. After meal people went inside, turned the music on and started drinking, playing pool and dancing, just having fun. Chibs took his favorite spot at the bar counter, leaned his back against it and was watching the crowd around, when Y/N exited her room, wearing tight short dress and high hills. He was so used to see her wearing military clothes that this sight made him gasp, gripping the glass of scotch with his fingers. It was too much. She was gorgeous, perfect, so damn hot. And he could only look at her, nothing more.

Y/N joined other women on the dance floor, her hips were slowly swaying, her arms raising up and moving down her body, she seemed to melt in the music and her dance and Chibs couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He emptied his glass and poured more scotch to himself, trying to calm his nerves. But he couldn’t. All Filip could think of now was Y/N, and the pictures his mind was showing to him, the fantasies so real, slowly drove him crazy.

As another song ended, Y/N left the dance floor and approached the bar, her breath heavy after dancing, her eyes shining with happiness. She grabbed a beer for herself and sat next to Chibs, her dress slipped up a bit, revealing more of her thighs to his sight.

“Having fun, lass?” Chibs asked, his voice low and the accent thick. He forced himself to stop staring at her and closed his eyes for a moment.

“Yeah. I do, I haven’t dance in ages and it’s amazing” Y/N seemed to not even notice that something was going on with Chibs.

He nodded, unable to find any word to say. He needed to do something to himself, to take back control of his mind and body. It was too hard for him to stay away from this woman. He was head over heels in love with her and couldn’t help it, but he also knew he can’t allow himself to let his feelings out. And he couldn’t bare the hurt it brought him to know she would never be with him, no matter how much he needed her in his life.

“I’ll go release Ratboy from his duty. It’s not fair he can’t join the party” Chibs finally stated “Have fun, lass. You deserve it”

He forced himself to smile at her and headed outside fast, not leaving her any chance to stop him even if she wanted to. Filip climbed up the watch tower where Ratboy was staying for club’s safety.

“Hey, brother. Go inside, have fun, I’ll stay here instead of you” Chibs gave him a slight smack on the shoulder and smiled, though it was hard for him to pretend careless.

“Chibs, thank you! Thank you!” Ratboy couldn’t find any other words and just hurried to join the party, leaving Filip alone in the darkness. And that was what Chibs needed now.

He leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette, passed his hand over his face and sighed heavily. It was too hard, being around Y/N every day, hiding his feelings, pretending he’s alright. He wasn’t alright, he never felt so lonely before, not even when he left Belfast and moved to Charming where he barely knew anyone. Chibs needed to find a way to put himself together. He needed to stay strong and reasonable enough to protect his brothers and everyone who lived in this safe house. The best way was probably to concentrate on rides and outings, to get distracted from his thoughts as much as possible. And now he was just going to spend this night on the watch tower, guarding the club’s safety.

In couple of days the preparations were over, the van had now a metal carcass and bags with sand on its roof; it was now heavy enough to hold the gate of the 9ers base. So in the morning Chibs, Y/N, Tig, Juice, Happy, Ratboy and Miles were ready to go. They had a plan and were determined to eliminate every empty in the area. And probably find some good supplies in the storehouses. 9ers had a lot of people, so they needed lots of food and other stuff for everyone.

“We’re ready?” Chibs asked as they got into the van and Tig took his place on the driver’s seat. As everyone nodded, he hit the wall to give Tig a sign to go.

The engine roared and gates opened. Van was moving way slower than bikes, especially now when it was heavy. So it took about an hour for the team to reach the 9ers base again. Tig stopped near the gates and gave a signal to his friends inside. Everyone exited the car and looked around, taking their time to let eyes get comfortable on the light.

“So, I guess, we can start?” Chibs looked at others, taking his knife out. He looked at Tig who was still in the car and Trager nodded to his brother, making him know he was ready. Others took their guns and knives out as well, Juice, Ratboy and Miles went further from the base, to take their places and meet any possible enemy, while Y/N, Chibs and Happy gathered near the gates.

“I will open it a bit and join you” Happy said and as Chibs and Y/N stepped away slightly, he pulled the gate wing with a bit of an effort. It opened a bit, leaving a meter gap. Happy looked inside, saw the empties and yelled “Hey, bastards, come get me!”

Then he joined Chibs and Y/N as the monsters moved towards the exit and started appearing one by one. Now it all depended on three of them. While Tig pressed the gate wing with the van, leaving empties no option to open it wider, and while Miles, Juice and Ratboy were covering their backs, the rest of the team stepped closer to empties and started attacking them. Lifeless bodies were falling on the ground, heads were rolling next to them, and soon all three of them were covered in blood but didn’t stop for a single moment.  In about half an hour the pile of bodies at the entrance grew so big, the empties which were still inside couldn’t exit. So Chibs had to give Tig a sign to close the gates.

“We should probably pull those rotten bastards away from the gate to make room for the rest of them” Chibs stated and grabbed one of the bodies. It took them another half an hour to move every body away and clean the space for the next bunch of empties.

They heard gun shots from behind. Chibs looked around and saw several monsters walking towards their spot, but Juice, Miles and Ratboy took care of them fast. So the work continued, Tig drove away slightly and the empties began to walk again, one by one, hitting each other, falling down and finally being killed by the blade. Filip felt his hand tired but didn’t stop, he had no time to check on the others, but they were probably fine as well. It was a very satisfying but tiring process, and there seemed no end. They had to repeat the process several more times before the territory of the 9ers base was finally cleared.

“Jesus Christ” Chibs muttered as they were finally done, he sat on the ground and took a big gulp of water from the flusk. Y/N and Happy sat next to him, breathing heavily. And now they had to scavenge the territory as well.

“We can have some rest, but we need to hurry” Y/N said, looking up at the sky “We probably have three or four hours before it gets dark”

Chibs nodded. He knew she was right, but needed just some more time to give rest to his tired muscles. Happy laid down on the grass and smiled.

“That was awesome” He stated.

“You’re sick motherfucker” Tig laughed, he just left the car to check on his friends.

“I didn’t think I would ever hear those words from you, not about you, Tiggy” Y/N smirked gently, looking up at Trager. Everyone laughed, even Tig himself. He knew what reputation he had and didn’t mind being teased.

“Okay, guys. Let’s search for something useful and get back home” Chibs finally said, standing up. “But don’t get too comfortable, there might be some other empties inside of the buildings”

Happy stayed by the van on guard and the others took big sport bags from the car and entered the 9ers territory. It seemed completely empty, but Chibs was right, some bastards might’ve been hiding in the darkness of houses. So everyone was walking carefully, looking around. Laroy made a map of the base for them, so they knew exactly where to look for supplies. The team divided into pairs. Tig and Y/N went to the kitchen to check on the grocery supplies, Juice and Chibs headed towards the garage to see if any materials and tools could come in handy for the club needs, and Miles with Ratboy decided to check the living area.

“Can’t believe you grew up so fast and became so strong and badass, princess” Tig notices as they were walking towards the building. He remembered her being a child and now Y/N was the full member of the team unlike other women around the club.

“I had to… My uncle Tiggy wasn’t around to protect me” She laughed, teasing him slightly.

They entered the kitchen, armed, ready to meet an empty, but no one seemed to be around. While Y/N was checking the doors to be sure they are safe, Tig started opening fridges and closets, and putting everything edible into his bag. Y/N joined him soon as the kitchen was really empty and they had nothing to worry about.

Suddenly, they heard a scream from the yard and rushed outside to see what was going on. The scene they saw was blood chilling. Miles was running away from one of the houses, followed by the empty. Not the usual slow bastard, this one was different. It was moving faster than a human can move, running on all fours like some kind of an animal. Ratboy was trying to shoot it, but couldn’t aim. And the empty was now catching up on Miles. Chibs and Juice appeared from the garage as well and were also trying to aim the bastard, as well as Tig. But they just couldn’t succeed. With one long leap the empty hit Miles on the ground piling on him and next moment its teeth were already ripping poor guy’s neck. Only then could Ratboy, who was closer to them, shoot the monster.

Everyone rushed towards Miles, and he was lying on his back, crying and trying to stop the bleeding. Chibs kneeled beside him, took bandana off his wrist and pressed it to Miles’s neck.

“Hold on, boy, you’re gonna be okay” – Chibs mumbled quietly, even though everyone understood, he won’t. Blood quickly soaked the fabric and was now making a puddle under poor guy’s head. He was trying to say something, gripping Chibs’ hands, but couldn’t pronounce a word, only quiet groans escaping his mouth. Soon he froze, his eyes rolled. Chibs stood up slowly, wiping blood off his palms and took his gun out. “I’m sorry, brother” He whispered, pulling the trigger.

Everyone was silent for several minutes, just looking at their friend’s body on the ground that now had a small hole in his forehead. At least they made sure he won’t ever become one of the empties.

“He just opened the door and this… this…” Ratboy was shaking, he saw the moment this creature appeared and was now trying to explain others what happened. “It jumped out of the house so fast, I couldn’t do anything… I couldn’t aim, it was so fast… I just…”

Y/N hugged Ratboy tight to make him calm down a bit, while others gathered around the creature’s body. Sons had seen such an empties before, but from afar and never had to face it so close. This new one was pale, but had redness around its eyes and mouth, its arms and legs were longer than those of the normal human body, it also had claws on its fingers and toes.

“What the fuck is this creature?” Juice turned away, disgusted.

“I think it is some kind of a mutation… And it’s bad.” Chibs shook his head. “Okay, guys, pack up what you managed to find and let’s get back home” Then he lifted Miles from the ground and headed towards the car.

Everyone got back to their bags, packed what they found and loaded the van with supplies. Nobody said anything; they needed some time to come with terms with what happened today. It all started as an interesting adventure, they even had fun and now everything went.  The road back was silent; no one knew how to support each other and was deep in their thoughts.

In the darkness of the van Y/N carefully took Chibs’ hand and squeezed it gently, to support him or to relive her own pain – she didn’t know herself, but feeling him helped her a little. Chibs in his turn was slowly rubbing her palm with his thumb, not even noticing it.   

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There’s blood on Chib’s hands, but then again one could argue there always has been, that there always will be. He watches it swirl down the sink, disappearing like whirlpool down the plug hole. The thing is it’s never been your blood, never in a month of Sundays would he have imagined it, but tonight it’s happened. He didn’t expect you to turn up at his front door, didn’t expect the bruising on your face or the ragged gash across your cheek from where a signet ring has torn away the flesh.

“You need to leave him.” he’d told you, his thumb ghosting along the line of your jaw with a tenderness he reserved only for you. “He’s going to bloody kill you.”

“I tried.” You’d told him. “How do you think this happened?”

It wasn’t just your face that was busted up. A couple of your ribs are too, he could see the outline of a boot mark spreading across your torso when you’d unbuttoned your blood stained shirt. There’s a fresh cigarette burn just under your collarbone and he knows he’s gonna beat this fucker to death. He wanted to roar, he wanted to scream, he wanted to fucking rage but he didn’t, because in that moment you didn’t need another vengeful man. He patches you up, talking in low soft tones that seem to sooth the tension from your shoulders.

“You’re safe with me.” He promised you. “You’re safe in my home.

He dries his hands on the clean towel in the bathroom before wiping down the sink and throwing it into the laundry hamper.

You’re asleep when he returns to the bedroom, clad in one of his shirts with his sheets wrapped around your form. The painkillers he’s given you were enough to knock out a grown man, a wee girl like you stood no chance. His fingertips brush a strand of hair back behind your ear before he leans in close, his lips brushing over your forehead.

“Don’t worry lass.” He whispers against your skin. “I’ll take care of you.”

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A New Dress

Contains: Fluff, smut, kink negotiation, consent, possessive behaviour, and on neck, edging, oral sex M and F receiving, finger, P in V, aftercare

2.2K words

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Chibs loves the new dress he bought you.

"What are you smiling about Telford?" He walked up to you and ran his hand over the skirt, it was tight and decorated with black lace that turned into a simple bodice.

"I love this dress, when I saw it in the store I knew it would look good but there's no way I thought it would look this good. You look like something out of a wet dream." You felt warm all over, his praise still managing to make you weak in the knees, "I almost don't want you to leave the house."

You sighed, "well you should have some to that conclusion then minutes ago, we'll be late if you want me to change again."

Chibs smiled, "alright then lass, but I can't be held responsible for what's going to happen if I have to watch you walk around wearing it all night."

"That doesn't worry me."

He smiled, "well then, we have a party to get to.

You got to the Clubhouse, Juice giving you a quick hug while Chibs watched on. "What?" The look on his face was strange.

"People are staring." He didn't sound upset, it was just a statement.

"Yes, you picked very well." Chibs looped his arm around your shoulder and walked you inside, his hand squeezing your upper arm, "be good, you're riling me up now."

You smiled, "yep, what are you going to do about it?" He shook his head, smiling as he walked with you to the bar.

"Nothing now, but if you keep this up, I'll be doing something about it tonight." He tapped the bar and the prospect slid across two whiskies, Chibs taking his glass and raising it against yours, "cheers lass." You clinked the glasses and downed the fluid in one go. Chibs smiled, "I'm so lucky."

"Really, because I can hold my liquor? You have very low standards." Chibs smirked, placing his hand on your leg,

"Nah lass, there's a lot more about you than you holding your liquor." You leaned in and kissed him, Chibs returning it through a smile. He pulled back only to kiss you again, his lips soft against yours.

"We can't sit here and kiss all night, we do need to socialise with people." Chibs pecked your lips again, "I know, Juicy Boy should be over soon anyway."

****

"I like your dress." You could tell Happy was trying to be complementary but his tone was always so him that it felt like he was making a thinly veiled threat.

"Thank you Hap, Chibs bought it for him." Happy smiled, turning to his friend.

"Yeah, now stop making eyes at my woman Lowman." Happy huffed and smiled at you one last time before walking away to talk to someone else.

"What was that about?" Chibs' hand moved from just above your knee to your upper thigh.

"You're mine." His voice was low and rough as he spoke into your ear. His beard scratching your face as his lips brushed your ear, "and I think I need to prove that to you, again, so we should go home."

"Nah, the night is still young, you'll just have to wait." He smiled, it was almost sinister.

"You're going to regret saying that to me lass."

****

It took Tig making a comment for Chibs to snap, "you should get it in red too, I like red." You sighed, knowing Tig meant no harm, he was clueless, not malicious but Chibs didn't see it that way.

"Well I like it in black, so I bought it in black. Now shut up Tiggy."

You put your hand on his shoulder, "alright then, you've clearly got your panties in a twist, I think it's time we head home." All of a sudden, everyone knew what was going on, Chibs had bought you a pretty dress and now regretted letting anyone else see you in it.

He smirked at you then put his hand on your shoulder, "I think that's a good idea." With a quick goodbye, you were off. You got home in a flash then Chibs was grabbing your arm and all but dragging you to the bedroom. "Get on your knees." There was part of you that wanted to say no, to tell him to make you but the look on his face told you that would have been a bad idea.

"Don't make me wait any longer lass, because the longer I wait, the longer you wait." You placed your hands on his chest, playing with the buttons of his shirt then running your index finger down the middle where the shirt's edges met.

"Now lass." You pressed your lips to his neck and dropped to the floor, playing with his belt then undoing it and removing his jeans and boxers, his cock springing out, hard and leaking, "well, get to it." You pulled his jeans and boxers all the way his body first, Chibs' hand coming to stoke your face with love and affection before he took your hand and placed it on his thigh.

"Pinch if you need to me to stop yeah?" You nodded then took your free hand and wrapped it around the base while you brought your lips to the head, kitten licking at first before sucking the head into your mouth while Chibs' head craned backwards in pleasure.

His hand held your head, his thumbs rubbing your cheeks as you sucked him further into your mouth, your hand reaching up to the part of him that was too large for you to swallow down. You were stuck between taking his hand to link it with yours and reaching down to roll his balls.

You decided on the first one, reaching up to hold his wrist then his hand once Chibs understood what you were asking for. He squeezed with appreciation, his thumb pressing firmly into the back of your hand.

"There you go, now you're being good for me." The urge to pull away and sass was almost unbearable but Chibs had a lot of patience and he had already threatened to draw it out. You hummed, and the vibrations travelling up his shaft had him grunting while the hand on your head moved down and gripped your shoulder as his hips picked up speed.

You pulled your hand from his, Chibs pausing for a second to wait to see if you were going to ask him to stop before grunting like an animal when your hand lifted his balls closer to his body. He was moaning your praises as he got closer to the edge, pushing your head closer to his body as his hand clenched around your shoulder.

It didn't hurt but you knew there would be fingertip bruises the next morning, he made one particular grunt and you knew the end was near, pulling him into your mouth as far you could as he came down your throat. He took a few moments to gather himself, then he was wrenching you up off the gournd up your arm and stepping back, stripping himself of his kutte and shirt.

"Remove your clothes." Again, the urge to backtalk was hard to resist, maybe with an orgasm in him, he would be more merciful but you knew it would also make him more patient and you didn't want that. You stepped back, shifting like you were going to give him a strip tease before running your hands from your upper chest to the hem of the dress.

You thumbed your stocking then slid them off your legs, moving to the back of the dress to unzip it before letting it fall from your form as you stepped out of it and closer to Chibs. The bra went next, making a show of dropping the straps, popping it open and pinching it between two fingers then flicking it at him.

Your panties were the last to go, Chibs licking his lips as he sat at the end of the bed to watch the show. You swayed your hips and Chibs' fingers ached to touch you, you stood between his knees as you slid them off your body and he followed your hands the whole way.

"How do you want me my love?" Chibs smiled and tapped his bare thighs.

"Right here." You climbed into his lap and he took your face in his hands, leaning in to kiss you hard while you leaned into his body. He fell back into the bed, taking you with him as he ran his hand up and down your back. In a flash, you were being flipped onto your back. His teeth found your neck as he nipped the skin.

"Are you going be to good for me?" You nodded, "good, what are you going to say if you want me to stop?"

"I'm going to tell you to stop." He smiled, his lips becoming soft as they moved down your body.

"Now you made me wait tonight so I'm going to return the favour." He made his way downwards and lifted your legs over his shoulders, stroking your thighs as he brought you in close. He licked a long, warm strip from your entrance to your clit, then wrapped his lips around you with a moan, pulling back for a moment to praise you again.

"You're so wet for me lass, it almost makes me want to drag this out even more." Before you could respond, he slid two fingers inside you, his rings cold against your skin as he rubbed your G-spot like a man on a mission. You feel yourself grow warm as his tongue found your clit, your head pushing back into the pillows as pleasure filled your body.

"Oh God, please don't torment me too much." He chuckled against you and you wove your hands into his hair, pulling him closer. It didn't take long for you to reach the edge but just as Chibs said, he was going to make you wait. He stopped, waiting for a beat for the bliss to fade before diving back in.

He wasn't in the mood to take it easy on you and you were regretting sucking his dick as well as you did, maybe if he was still hard, your legs wouldn't be shaking around his head while he denied you. "Chibs please." His soft chuckle was his only reply.

You drew in a sharp breath as he started again, the time between pauses shrinking. He seemed to enjoy the way your fingers pushed into his scalp. "Please, I'll be good, I'm sorry I made you wait." That seemed to do it because the next time you reached the edge, he didn't stop. Your vision went white as you came, arching off the bed while he did his best to hold you down.

He slowed as you came down, bringing you back to earth with soft brushes of his fingertips and gentle kisses from his lip. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and kissed his way back to your lips, pressing his forehead to yours and he caught his breath, "you want more lass?"

"Please, please I need you." He grinned, the scars on his face only going to accentuate his smile. He grabbed his cock and run it up and down your slit, taking in your smile as the go ahead to slide himself inside you with a grunt. His hips slammed into you, seemingly just as desperate to cum as you were. He buried his face in your neck, wrapping one arm around your body to lift you to him as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He pulled back, resting on his elbow while the opposite hand held your face. He leaned down to kiss you and you smiled, twitching your head away, Chibs tried again and with a giggle, you pulled away again. You could see him holding back his laugh before wrapping his hand around your neck to keep you still so he could kiss you.

His hand was so warm as his thumb rubbed back and forth in a soothing motion, you got lost in the kiss and with one last thrust, you contacted around him, Chibs grunting like he was dying as he followed you. He felt on top of you, resting his weight on you as you caught your breath.

He rolled off you, taking you with him and pulling you into his arms, "how was that?"

You smiled, "great." He nuzzled into your neck, pressing kisses to your throat.

"You need anything lass?" You took a deep breath, you were very hungry.

"Can we order pizza?" You turned your head to look at the alarm clock, "we still have time to get it from the fancy place on main."

"Done, extra cheese?" He knew you so well.

"Oh, yes please." He smiled and tapped your butt cheek then pushed you up gently.

"Go and clean up and I'll order, I'll be right here when you get back." You got up and headed to the shower, hearing Chibs' voice the whole time, once he was done ordering he pizza, he turned his attention to you.

"I think I'm going to get you another dress, maybe in blue this time, would you like that."

You spoke over the running water, "you don't need to do that but I do like blue."

You heard him come closer, his head appearing in the doorway, "then a blue dress it is."

Fin

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[drabbles-mc]

Tay, how drunk would you have to be to hook up with the sons and Mayans? Can we get a list of that breakdown??

You send me this glorious ask, on Mayans Tuesday and a day when I have been catching up and listening to hours' worth of Theo and Kim on their #ReaperReviews podcast?? What a glorious day. 🥰

How Many Shots under the cut!

Jax Teller:

3-4 shots solely because I need a little liquor in me to not shoot down any man who smirks as much as he does

Young, floppy-haired Jax is in 3-shot territory because I'm a sucker for a boy with a baby face.

S6/S7 Jax with bruises and cuts on his face is 4-shot territory because boys who are a little banged up make my mouth go dry stop me in my tracks in the best way

Opie Winston:

3 shots for the confidence. That man is 6'4 and I am 5'2 and don't get me wrong I am ready and willing to get destroyed but I really gotta get out of my own head for that.

The things I would give for this man to toss me around like a rag doll??? I'd risk it all.

Just let me pull on his hair that's all I'm saying. I'll climb him like a tree the way he deserves.

Juice Ortiz:

0 shots, 0 alcohol at all because I'm grossly, disgustingly in love with him

Those head tattoos don't scare me when he's got a baby face and a smile like that

I will take care of him and I know he'll take care of me the rest simply doesn't matter. Soft boy and also love of my life.

Chibs Telford:

1 shot to have the confidence to talk to him, 3 more to get out of my own head for the rest of it

Let me be clear I think it would be an experience, and one that I would be up for, for sure.

The accent alone would paralyze me. And that accent saying dirty things?? Nope. My brain would short-circuit.

Happy Lowman:

Most of that bottle gotta be gone

I talk a big game but sober me would crumble the second Happy made prolonged eye contact with me. I'm weak and I think that's why I go for boys with baby faces 😂

But I do wanna know what the Tacoma Killer does behind closed doors so if I gotta juice myself up with liquid confidence then so be it

Herman Kozik:

1 shot to shake off the nerves and tell him what he can do with those muscles 😌

Tig Trager:

Pushing my alcohol intake limit just to be ready for whatever he's down for

I'd be down for damn near anything but you already know that it's gonna get wild with Tig and like I said before I talk a big game but ya girl is only a slut when I write fanfic so I need a minute and some shots to prepare myself

Also refuse to cross the line and get blackout drunk because you know you need to remember that experience lmao

EZ Reyes:

2 shots to have the guts to make eye contact instead of staring at the veins in his arms

Pretty boy with big muscles and a nice smile???? Honey I'm already sold just take me away. The alcohol is only necessary if I have to initiate conversation. That boy could walk up to me and hold his hand out without saying a word and I would just go

Those EZodiac killer hands can choke me within an inch of my life and I will thank him for it

Angel Reyes:

4 shots he's tall and he's got them rings but he's a messy motherfucker and he's got them fuckboy vibes

I simply cannot be sober and hook up with someone who is a walking, talking red flag

He can hit it but he's gonna be wrapping his shit for once--I ain't helping create more Reyes boys

Bishop Losa:

3 shots for the short king

He's got that good mix of BDE and a smile that just makes your knees buckle. Coherent thoughts?? We don't know her.

He a whole mess though and it would take effort or alcohol to not think about that and alcohol is much less work

Coco Cruz:

3 shots or a few hits off his blunt so I can try to get on the same wavelength as him

I wanna run my fingers through those curls so bad you don't even know dude

He's got that look of someone who has Seen Things (because he has) and for that reason alone I'd need some liquid courage because comparatively ya girl hasn't seen shit lmao

Hank Loza:

2 shots for the confidence because a man with a smile that sweet but muscles that big is an instant killshot for me.

A little alcohol in my system though??? I’d be the one making him blush and I think that’s what he and I both deserve 😌

Creeper Vargas:

0 shots, 0 alcohol because I just simply wouldn’t drink if I wanna hook up with someone who is sober. I will have to get my confidence another way.

He seems sweet though I think we could figure it out just fine

Nestor Oceteva:

4 shots because I’m a pussy and would need at least that much in me to have the confidence to tell that mercenary I want him to fucking wreck me

Plus you just know that he’s not the talkative type and that would fuck with me so bad so I’d need all the help I can get

Let me tug on those braids (or his curls--equal opportunity out here) 🤤🤤🤤

And in the morning I’m stealing those yellow shades as a souvenir. He wants them back?? He can come find me and bargain for them 😏

#ask #asks #mayans mc #mayansmc #soa #sons of anarchy #how many shots #anonymous

[vulgar-display-of-escapism]

HOW MANY SHOTS … Sons of Anarchy M.C. Edition.

Jackson ‘Jax’ Teller: 3 of whatever Lyla was having on the set that day.

So not my type. He’s both too pretty and too psycho. Also, we all know whose face he sees and that, inevitably, leads to him crying. I’m not into the drama.

But I suppose I could unleash some pegging on him. You know, for the greater good of Charming community and all. Curb the psycho a bit…

Filip ‘Chibs’ Telford: 2 juice-boxes of Jameson, please. Purely for confidence.

Sarcasm is his foreplay, and that damn accent is Daddy’s Little Helper ™.

Gets off on making you soak your panties with his voice alone.

Those.Fucking.Eyes. The man can make you do anything, no snapping his fingers necessary just one look and his wish will be obeyed.

Rough and domineering little shit “I’m comfortable with using violence to put you in your place, Pet”

Yes, calls you ‘Pet’ in bed.

His aftercare is is a religious experience.

Happy Lowman: Stone. Cold. Sober {Must remember to stay hydrated, tho. Gonna need it}

There’s no limit to the things I want this man to do to me.

“What if I am a gentleman?”

Says “please” and “… for me” a lot.

Closeted teddy bear, probably a Nickelback fan, too.

Calls you Kitten

Unwavering eye contact; His dick might be buried to the hilt in your pussy, but his eyes hit your soul

Cuddle monster, makes for a good furnace so you won’t hear me complaining, but he might. “Why are your feet always freezing, woman?”

Harry ‘Opie’ Winston: Flat out denial.

There ain’t enough whiskey at a SAMCRO party to make that happen. When I smell that much repressed need for therapy my survival instinct kicks in and I take off in the opposite direction. But I’m not a total bitch, so I’d call up Ima.

Juan Carlos ‘Juice’ Ortiz: Depends. Are we talking pre-brick of coke in his pants? A) Yes. Then give us a bottle of tequila and some body paint. B) Sorry, dancing in angst territory. Can we count it as behavioral therapy? Fuck some sunshine back into his soul? Then I’d sacrifice all my vacation days, but make it a case.

Alex ‘Tig’ Trager: Sober as Pope on a Sunday {Oh, wait…}

Before the shenanigans begin, the boy very firmly insists on a talk about preferences, limits and triggers.

That said, he is all bark and virtually zero bite, so it should come as no surprise to you when he licks your neck only to growl in your ear “You’re in charge, baby doll”

Open-mouth kisses everywhere. He’s got enthusiasm of a toddler and puts everything in his mouth.

Takes Steel Panther lyrics seriously, like, as a challenge.

The most laughter-filled sex you’ve ever had, he’s not above starting a tickle war mid-act to get your body shaking.

“Please pet my hair”

Very much into multi-player escapades. Say the word and he will invite Chibs.

Will bring you coffee to bed the next morning, only if to speed up your departure.

Clarence ‘Clay’ Morrow: Dunk my head in the barrel kinda encounter, but I’d do it

For the bragging rights

“Hey, whatever you need to tell yourself, girl”}

Will totally make him play “Cards Against Humanity” for foreplay.

Surprisingly gentle and soft. Really, it’s freaky.

Will ask before getting adventurous and check in every.other.second.

Honestly, it’s kind of annoying.

Piermont ‘Piney’ Winston: How about apple juice, for him?

Don’t wanna his death certificate to read “Death by pussy”.

And certainly don’t need Opie coming after me

Bobby Munson: Nah, none.

Just feed me the good, organic stuff and go down on me.

What can I say? I’m one complicated broad

Otto Delenay: 4, top shelf whiskey. The man intimidates the hell outta me.

But he’s got Kurt Sutter’s mind, so that’s a turn on.

His freaky is way more out there than Tig’s

Is way too much into orgasm denial

#soa #sons of anarchy #how many shots #Jax Teller #Chibs Telford #Tig Trager #Juice Ortiz #Clay Morrow #bobby munson

[darklydeliciousdesires]

If I am not too late, can I get #3 with my favorite scotsman? 😘😘

It isn't too late, but I certainly am! It's been a rough month with one thing or another, my lovely, but here I am!

“I’ll wait out here all night. I ain’t leaving until you listen to what I gotta say.”

Of course, he will. Because he's fucking stubborn as hell. That's the way they breed them in Scotland, apparently.

In his case, they also breed them much too tall and good-looking for their own good, and that's why you fell for him in the first place. It would be fair to say you nearly broke your neck, the first time you saw Chibs Telford, the speed you turned to get that second look at him.

Of course, it was entirely mutual and yes, you fell into bed with him very quickly. That was not the extent of your falling, though.

"I don't do attachment if that's what you're seekin', hen. Not a relationship kinda guy."

With those words, he'd trampled all over your heart, a heart that thumped solely for him, perhaps falling in love with him sooner than you should have. Not that you should have at all. This man, he made you lose your caution, though, something you now wish you'd have grasped onto a little tighter.

There was no choice but to let him go. Perhaps, though, with his appearance at your front door, he might not be so willing for you to do that? Can a girl dare to dream?

Your fingers work the locks until all are opened, wishing you'd been able to guard your heart as well as you did your home. Pulling the door open, it takes a while for your eyes to find his. "What do you want, Filip?"

He looks uncomfortable, running his hands through his hair, one trailing his beard, sighing with a soft rasp. "You. I want you. All of you, if you'll let me in here, as well as through the front door?"

His finger skims your chest right above your heart, and as you pull him into a kiss, he crosses both thresholds.

Yes. A girl can dare to dream.

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