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tumbleweed-writes · 7 months ago

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Never Lost: Chibs Telford X Reader

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President Chibs Telford needs some reassurance from his ol lady as his worries about the future of the club become too much to bear alone.

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She knew that no one would ever believe her when she said it but Chibs Telford was by far the gentlest soul she had ever had the privilege of meeting.

She knew that most people would scoff at such a declaration. The entire aura that surrounded Chibs Telford screamed anything but gentle.

The President of the Redwood Original charter of the Sons of Anarchy did not exude any overtone of sweetness.

By Chibs’ appearance alone the outside world perceived him as being brutal and menacing.

As club Pres Chibs had found that it served him well to carry a certain sense of intimidation to outsiders and anyone who may wish harm upon him or his brothers.

He had only been wearing the President patch for less than a year upon their first meeting, but in that time he had learned to wear any sense of danger he might emit with a sense of security.

He had always been intimidating to the public of course; given his history with both the MC and the cause in Ireland.

He was well versed in causing alarm to those who lived within the societal norm.

The scars Jimmy O’ had left along his cheeks had helped give off this impression of danger and fear.

Chibs could admit that he’d coped with the injury Jimmy O’ had left him with by using it to his advantage. He’d allowed people to gawk at his scars and allowed their imaginations to run wild taking the evidence of such savagery as a sign Chibs Telford was not to be fucked with.

Chibs had learned not to allow people’s reaction to his appearance to bring him down. He had learned not to care if people were afraid of him. He had learned just how helpful it could be to be perceived as rough and intimidating. He was not ashamed to have the average man recoil upon one intense gaze from him.

Chibs Telford wore his ability to intimidate and frighten like a crown; appropriate for the King of SAMCRO.

Y/N Y/L/N had failed to feel any sense of intimidation upon first meeting the King of SAMCRO.

She felt even less intimidated now that she wore his crow inked over her right shoulderblade.

She sighed exhaustion flooding her body as she exited her car slamming the door shut behind her and locking it.

She made the short trek up the pavement heading towards the storefront that had once been Scoops and Sweets. The shop that had once sold ice cream and other sugary treats now operated as a home for Charming’s local outlaw MC.

As the club recovered and some money had begun to stream in, Chibs and the boys had been able to buy out Jacob Hale for ownership of the property as well as the few other abandoned storefronts beside it.

The space had been turned into a large enough clubhouse perfect to house what remained of SAMCRO.

The boys had remained in the porn business working with Lyla to film projects for Red Woody Productions though Y/N knew money was at times tight. There was a ton of competition in the world of adult entertainment.

The MC was surviving though; they were doing all they could to stay out of the red and keep going.

Y/N was not surprised to be met with a hug as soon as she entered the clubhouse. She chuckled, able to smell a hint of booze on her hugging partner’s breath as he spoke, appearing more like an overeager kid than a grown man. “Hey, Doll. Good to see you.”

“Hello, Tiggy. You doing alright?” She dared to ask, spotting the clear sign of intoxication on his features it was obvious that he was not abstaining from indulging even on a weeknight, though she knew she should not expect less from an outlaw biker.

“I’m alright. You want a shot?” Tig asked releasing her from the hug heading to the bar that had been added to the space upon a pricey remodel of the interior.

She managed to shake her head, her voice soft as she tried not to yawn. “Maybe later. Venus around?”

“Nah, she had a job tonight. Something involving a chastity device, paddles, cherry preserves, and whip cream.” Tig remarked a lovesick grin crossing his features at the mention of his ol lady.

Y/N raised a brow not sure she would ever get accustomed to the odd factors behind the chosen career path of one Venus Van Dam.

She pushed any questions from her mind about how those items might possibly be used together telling herself it was best not to know. “My old man around?”

Tig nodded off towards the staircase in the far corner of the room. “Upstairs in the chapel, been looking over the books for hours now. He’ll be glad to see you; old bastard needs a break.”

She shook her head, tempted to point out that if Chibs was old then Tig was just as ancient.

She kept the comment in saying nothing as she headed upstairs. She rolled her eyes as Tig called out to her a giggle leaving his lips. “Remember to tell Chibby to wrap it before he taps it.”

She made her way down the hallway passing by closed dorm rooms and walls lined with mugshots knowing the way to the club’s chapel by now even though she was rarely permitted to enter the space.

She did not bother to knock, creaking the door open a soft sigh leaving her lips at the sight of her old man bent over a stack of ledgers tension clear in his body.

He gazed up at her, a tight tired smile crossing his lips as he gazed at her over the frames of his reading glasses. “M’angel ye didn’t have to come up here.”

She shrugged her shoulders, sending him a crooked smile in response. “I have discovered that our bed at home is too big when you aren’t in it. Thought I might give the bed in your dorm room a try tonight.”

He let out a tired chuckle shaking his head as he replied. “Aye, sorry to disappoint ye, Love, but I migh not be makin it to my bed tonight.”

She furrowed her brow making her way towards him, her hand reaching out to press to his shoulder not surprised by the tension she felt radiating off of him. “The books won’t let you sleep?”

He sighed, shaking his head, his voice tight. “Fraid not, got too much to go over..thought we were gonna be more outta the red by this point. We were doin good fer a wee bit. I mean, we had enough to buy out the shops next to us and remodel…shite was doin good with Red Woody, Lyla found some new talent gotta a few new girls signed to do a few videos fer us…and we had a good few months where the money was pourin in…we got fuckin arrogant and spent more than we shoulda though with the clubhouse remodel, shite cost more than it shoulda. We didn’t anticipate things slowin back down. Doesn’t help that rival studios keep tryin to poach our talent. We’re hittin the red again. I’m sure ye know that though given yer role in the business.”

She let out a soft sigh nodding her head knowing that though she worked as an editor for Red Woody Productions, she was well aware of the financial struggles of the business. “Yeah, things have been stressful at the studio lately. The subscription service seems to be picking up, but the videos keep getting leaked to free sites.”

She could admit she had recoiled just the slightest the first time Chibs had shared with her just what kind of business the Sons were tied up in.

She could admit she had assumed the worst.

Meeting Lyla had soothed her preconceived notions about just what was involved with Red Woody Productions.

The offer to work for the porn studio had been a bit of a beggers can’t be choosers situation for Y/N.

She had been out of a job and out of a home when Chibs had come to her rescue. Chibs had insisted that he might be of some service as she’d panicked over what she was going to do without any home nor any money.

She had paled when he’d first mentioned the studio to her. Of course she had wrongly assumed he was suggesting she might want to work in front of the camera…in fact she’d maybe slapped him when he’d first uttered the words “I gotta idea, Love. The club I’m in…we got a production studio that will hire ye, porn.”

She had of course grimaced the second her palm had met his cheek and the anger in her had cooled off. She had been certain that she had made a dumb choice, slapping the outlaw biker who was so kindly offering her help in a desperate situation.

Much to her relief Chibs had not taken her slap personally and had quickly soothed any misunderstanding. “Ye said ye have experience as an editor, Lass. Ye did say that ye did that fer yer old job…I’m not suggesting ye make videos, I’m suggesting ye edit em. Our last editor quit on us, ye might be a good replacement.”

Y/N felt her stomach churn as Chibs let out a soft sigh glaring down at the books dreading her reaction to the words that were about to leave him. “The Irish got in touch with me…there’s interest in rekindlin our relationship at some point. I’m puttin it up fer a vote next week.”

“Filip.” She sighed, unable to say anything more, the information hitting her like a brick to the head.

Her touch to his shoulder tightened, tension of her own building in her body. She felt her stomach drop knowing the business Chibs was discussing returning to was filled with pain and violence.

She had not known Chibs Telford during the time the Sons of Anarchy had been involved in gun running for the IRA.

The club had been out of the gun business by the time Chibs Telford had come into her life.

She had heard the stories about those days though…she had seen Chibs wake in a cold sweat from nightmares about those dark days and the loss he’d endured from them.

“I know, Love. I know. I’m fraid we migh not have a choice though. If SAMCRO wants to survive, we migh have to get back into that shite. I hate it, but it ain jus my call to make…it ain’t jus my club.” Chibs admitted cringing at the clear fear written across his ol lady’s features.

He reached up, placing a gentle hand over hers as he spoke from the heart. “That was the mistake Jax kept on makin…the mistake Clay always made…the club ain jus the president’s. Choices bout club business need to be made in chapel. The gavel might be in my hand, but I ain the only one callin all the shots. I gotta put it up fer a vote, m’angel. If the lads want back in…I gotta take the Irish up on the offer.”

She let out a heavy sigh shaking her head. “You can’t just not put it up for a vote? I mean…you have to bring up the offer? You can’t just ignore the request from the Irish?”

“Fraid not, ignorin it would be me makin a choice on my own. Guns were club business long before I joined up with the Sons. Jax spent all his time tryin to get us out…he made a lot of choices on his own on the path of gettin us out…I hate gettin us back in, after all his did to…” Chibs started shaking his head, his throat growing tight, emotion building up in him.

She reached down wiping a stray tear that threatened to work its way from the corner of his eye, it so clear that the pain of losing Jax Teller was still fresh for Chibs Telford even years later.

He took a deep breath releasing it a shaky sigh leaving him. He managed to find the words leaning into her touch. “I loved Jackie Boy. I know he pictured somethin more fer the club…a lot of the shite that went down, Love…it was fuckin dysfunctional at best. Jackie Boy was a haunted man at the end. His demons tainted choices he made. Ye already know the whole story, so I won’t bore ye with shite ye already know. I don’t know if I’m a fuckin fool, thinkin I can do anything different from Clay and Jax. The gavel corrupts, that’s what one of my brother’s use to say. I’m tryin so hard not to let it change me. I am so lost, m’angel. I aint felt this lost since the gavel was firs put in my hand.”

Y/N did the only thing she could think to do. She knelt in front of him, gazing up at him, her hand sliding down his cheek caressing his skin. “You aren’t lost, Filip. You are not corrupted by power or fear. You have your brothers. I know it’s got to be so hard…knowing they all look to you for guidance. You just want to make the best choice for everyone. You’re right though…it’s not only your choice to make.”

He let out a shaky breath the words leaving him. “I can’t do this on my own, Lass. I know this shite scares ye. I know ye have heard the stories bout how bad it got…all the loss. I am tryin so hard to make sure shite is different this time, I need ye by my side. I need yer strength to get me through this.”

She let out a soft sigh a voice in the back of her head exclaiming that he was a fool to think she could leave him to face this on his own.

Filip Chibs Telford had been her salvation.

They had met at a highly unstable time in her life.

She could still remember their very first meeting.

She had left a stable job and friends to follow her then boyfriend Liam’s hairbrained plot to move across the country up to Northern California for some job opportunity he had taken.

She had reluctantly agreed to make the move with him, draining any savings she may have had to put towards the move, because of course her boyfriend was not going to fund it entirely himself.

Liam was not the world’s most considerate boyfriend. Honestly selfish would be the easiest way to describe Liam. He was more concerned with his wants and his needs. Y/N had grown accustomed to being an afterthought in the relationship.

Liam had chosen to react to their latest argument by shoving Y/N out of the Uhaul and tossing her purse at her before driving off leaving her in his dust.

It was an explosive end to an often explosive relationship.

Once the rage had faded Y/N had realized just how fucked she actually was.

She had been stuck out on some Northern California backroads with very little money to her name and zero cell signal.

She had done the only thing she could think to do; walk down the dusty road hoping she could find some sign of civilization somewhere.

Her sign of civilization had come from the roar of a motorcycle.

The rough looking man riding the Harley had looked just as shocked to see Y/N as she’d been shocked to see him.

Chibs was not sure why he had pulled over his bike. He guessed he’d just been alarmed to spot some pretty young thing walking down the road in a sweet looking yellow cotton sundress appearing so distressed.

She could admit she’d been alarmed by his appearance as he’d stopped beside her pulling over to the side of the road.

She felt ashamed as her eyes landed on the scars embedded into his cheeks she telling herself that it was so rude to stare.

She had spotted the leather kutte on his back next and the different patches sewn into the thick black leather; Sons of Anarchy, MC, California, Redwood originals, In Memory of Opie, President.

She felt her mind spin having briefly recalled a documentary she’d come across once on a lazy sick day in bed. The documentary had covered outlaw bikers.

She had scolded herself for recalling the memory, a voice in the back of her head snapping that just because this strange man appeared to be in a motorcycle club that didn’t mean he was some kind of criminal.

She had felt a strange sense of comfort when he’d spoken his accent not at all being what she had anticipated. “Ye alrigh, Love? What are ye doin all the way out here? Is yer car broken down?”

The Scottish brogue was pleasant and rich sounding. It felt like heavy velvet or thick ale across her senses.

She furrowed her brow at the thought. She had never thought that an accent could be so appealing.

When he’d peered at her over the lenses of the sunglasses he’d been wearing she had suddenly realized that the accent was not the only appealing thing about this man. He had lovely eyes; dark and soulful. His gaze fixed upon her and did not feel as though he was looking upon her with judgment. There was almost a sense of gentle concern behind his gaze.

She had studied him further spotting a pair of plush lips concealed under facial hair that was mostly silver. The hair on top of his head appeared to have been quite dark at some point but it also appeared to be peppered with quite a bit of silver as well.

She had not imagined she might ever find an older man to be so attractive.

She had shoved the thought from her mind, deciding to just spill her guts. “I got into a fight with my boyfriend.”

“He ditched ye on the side of the road?” Chibs blurted out a small frown crossing his brow, a sense of disapproval in his voice.

She shrugged her shoulders a soft sigh leaving her trying not to panic about the reality of her situation looming over her. “Something like that.”

“Ye need a lift home?” He offered the sense of panic weighing down on her all the heavier.

She felt the tears fall, ashamed to be falling apart in front of a total stranger. She had felt the words spill from her that sense of shame growing all the more palatable. “We were moving. I have no home to be taken to. I have nothing.”

“Shite, is there anyone ye can call?” Chibs remarked that look of disapproval on his face deepening to something she could not quite place; anger on her behalf?

She shook her head rapidly, her voice growing panicked. “I have no one. I don’t speak to my mother anymore and I don’t really have any friends outside of my old job, none that would care. He was all I had. I don’t know what to do.”

Chibs had taken her by shock as he’d spoken nodding to his bike. “Get on, Love. Let me take ye to get a bite to eat. We can get some food in ye and figure somethin out. I always feel better after a good bite to eat.”

Despite every warning bell going off in the back of her mind telling her not to get on a stranger’s motorcycle, Y/N had realized she had no choice.

She had told herself that perhaps this Scotsman was some kind of odd godsend.

Much to her shock as they’d sat at some greasy little diner not far from where Chibs had picked her up an offer had been made “I know a lass, an ol lady of one of my brother’s, Venus, she’d be happy to let ye stay with her while ye get back on yer feet. Now fer work…ye got any skills? What’d ye do before, ye mentioned a job?”

She had stared at him dumbfounded her mind going a mile a second. “I can’t do that, I appreciate the offer, but I’m sure this uh…ol lady you’re mentioning wouldn’t want some stranger moving in with her.”

“She won’t mind, she has a thing fer wounded wee birds.” Chibs had remarked not missing the grimace on Y/N’s features at the comment.

He was fast to speak again, reassuring her. “We all get wounded from time to time, Lass. Ain’t nothin to be ashamed of. Now, work, what’ye do?”

“Editing. I did some commercial work, some independent movies.” She blurted out her mind still going a mile a second.

Of course that had worked the mention of Red Woody Productions and a slap from Y/N proving she was less of a wounded wee bird than Chibs had proclaimed her to be.

The path from rescued wee bird to ol lady had not been a simple one.

Chibs had hated to admit that he’d been smitten with the distressed young woman he’d found on the outskirts of town.

He had felt guilty for the attraction. He had told himself not to pursue a thing as it would be a massive power imbalance.

Y/N had been just as attracted but just as reluctant to follow attraction telling herself Chibs Telford saw her as a wounded bird; something to help.

A friendship had blossomed; a flirty friendship but a friendship all the same.

Chibs had not been surprised that his brothers had adored Y/N. She had been a hard worker for Red Woody and she had such a sweet demeanor. It was hard not to like her. Venus had adored her; happy to take her in just as Chibs had assumed she would be.

Things had scooted along for months, a friendship forming and a certain romantic tension hanging in the air that neither had been willing to address.

The break in the romantic tension had come by the arrival of Liam to Charming.

He had shown up at the clubhouse of all places having finally tracked his ditched girlfriend down.

He had tried to coax Y/N into coming with him less than politely.

Chibs could still remember the words he’d walked up to his stomach churning spotting the distress on Y/N’s features as she appeared to be arguing with some arrogant looking young man.

“Are you serious, Y/N? What the hell is keeping you here?”

Chibs had felt the words leave him his chest puffing out attempting to give off the most unwelcoming energy he possibly could to the man. “I am. She’s stayin here Laddie, I think ye best go.”

Liam had scoffed at Chibs before glaring back at Y/N, his words harsh. “Who the fuck is this? Are you fucking him?”

Chibs didn’t have a chance to react because Y/N held her head up high, her words proving once again that she was no wounded bird. “Leave, Liam.”

“You can’t be serious? You’re fucking this freak? You always were demented, you know that? I never thought you’d become some kind of biker whore though.” Liam snarked the words cruel Chibs stepping forward ready to throw a punch.

Y/N spoke deciding to make a point even if she was partially lying. “I’m only his whore. He’s twice the man you ever were.”

With that she had put on quite the show turning to face Chibs yanking him down by his kutte her lips sliding along his the kiss deep and sloppy.

Chibs had kissed back once he’d gotten over the shock of the sudden act.

Apparently the kiss was enough to piss Liam off the man proving he was all bark and no bite as he stormed off screaming out expletives in Y/N’s direction.

As soon as he was out of sight Y/N pulled from the kiss apologies spilling from her lips. “I am so sorry, Filip. I know that was so uncalled for. I just know that guys like Liam don’t back off unless they think some other guy has a claim. I promise you I will never do that again.”

Chibs spoke, surprising himself and her by his words. “Please don’t promise that, Love.”

She gazed up at him feeling breathless as he spoke again, deciding to shoot his shot even if it scared the hell out of him. “It wasn’t uncalled fer. I want ye to that again…though I’d prefer ye to kiss me when ye aint tryin to make yer prick ex back off.”

He cleared his throat feeling less like the intimidating confident President of SAMCRO and more like a nervous older man who had not dated in far too long. “What I’m gettin at is…can I take ye on a date sometime, Love? We can try dinner before another kiss.”

He cringed fearing she was about to shoot him down and call him an old fool for thinking he had a shot at anything more than friendship.

His fears had died though as she leaned up her lips sliding along his cheek. “I would like that. Dinner would be nice.”

They had not looked back after that. She had become his beloved ol lady and the queen of SAMCRO.

It was a role she could admit she struggled to sink into. It was a role she was willing to take on for Filip Telford though.

Her mind pulled from the past as she spoke, her voice gentle and adoring. “I am here, Filip. I’m not going anywhere Baby.”

She spoke again, her hand leaving his cheek placing at his thigh sliding along the thick denim as she worked her hands upwards. “Let me take care of you, Baby. Just sit back and relax. Forget the books and let me make you feel good.”

He groaned, his head falling back she so easily knowing his body by this point.

She slid her hands along his belt unfastening it and working his jeans open as she spoke. “Lift your hips up, Honey. Let me take care of this cock.”

He groaned obediently doing as she said, she worked his jeans and boxers down his hips, he kicking them down to rest around his ankles.

She rested between his parted thighs, her lips pressing to his knees working her way up slowly sliding along his warm skin.

She pressed soft adoring kisses to his skin, her voice low and full of sweetness. “You work so hard, Filip. You take care of everyone but who takes care of you?”

“You do, Love.” He remarked gazing down at her his hand reaching down to stroke her hair as she worked her lips up his thighs.

She gazed up at him as she spat in her hand before reaching forward placing a hand over his waking cock giving it a few lazy strokes working a moan from him. She kept her strokes light and teasing as she spoke. “I love taking care of you, Filip. You deserve it.”

He groaned as she slid a thumb along his sensitive tip smearing a hint of precum leaking from him, her voice soft. “My sweet man, takes good care of me. My angel.”

He groaned at the statement a drowsy giggle leaving him at the last part of her statement. “That’s my line, Love. Trus me, I aint no angel.”

She spoke a playful glint in her eyes as she spoke. “You are a devil sometimes, but a tempting one.”

He did not have a chance to reply as she leaned forward, her tongue sliding along the sensitive glans of his cock. She wrapped her lips around him her plush lips heavenly on his heated member. She kept her gaze locked on him as she eagerly bobbed her head.

He groaned his voice thick with lust as she worked him, taking more and more of him with each bob of her head. “Fuck, Lass. Take it, Love.”

She moaned around him, preening at the low curses that left his lips. He spoke as she took more and more of him down her throat, the heat making his cock throb. “Ye are so perfect, Love. Jus takin my cock like this, fuck. This was jus what I needed, my girl always knows what I need.”

She moaned around his cock relaxing her throat, breathing through her nose as she took him even deeper, he hitting the back of her throat with a cry of her name.

She gagged around him, Chibs placing a hand on the back of her head stroking her hair as she held him there. He grunted, resisting the urge to thrust against her knowing that this moment was meant to be a little gentler. She was focused on taking care of him. This was not a moment for a rough fuck.

She pulled up of him a disappointed groan leaving him. The disappointment did not last she wrapping a hand around his slick cock stroking it, his hand sliding along her cheek caressing it.

She kept her gaze up at him not helping but to find him beautiful in moments like this where he was feeling only pleasure. In her opinion he deserved all the pleasure in the world after he spent so much time worrying and stressing over everything and everyone.

She was stunned as he pulled back from her his voice thick with desire. “Bend over this table, Love. Pull up this dress.”

She did as he said, pulling the little sundress she’d been wearing up over her hips as she bent over the Reaper table.

Chibs groaned approvingly as he stared at her spotting the little pink thong she’d worn today.

He was unable to resist reaching forward, giving her backside a swat wanting to make her skin so flushed she matched the pink fabric of her panties.

He spoke the need so evident in his voice. “Need to fuck ye love. Been fillin wound up all day. Need to find some release.”

“Please, Baby. Do it. Want you to feel good.” She replied turning her head struggling to gaze up at him as he shoved the chair he’d been sitting in back managing to stand over her.

He yanked the thong she was wearing down she kicking it across the room. He ran his hands down her thighs, a groan leaving him as he spoke. “Yer so soft.”

He ran his hands along her inner thighs close to her bare center moaning at the hint of wetness that he discovered. “Shite, Love. Yer so soaked ye dripped down here.”

He ran his fingers along her slit, a groan of approval leaving him as he slid one finger between her lips. He added another finger thrusting them and scissoring them wanting to make sure she was ready for him. “Ye feel so good, m’angel. Gonna feel like heaven round this cock.”

She rocked back against his fingers, a low giggle leaving him. “Christ, look at ye. So Desperate fer me that you’ll take my fingers jus to get off. This pussy has been longin fer me aint it?”

“Always longing for you, Baby.” She replied the comment, working a smack to her backside from his free hand.

She whimpered when he pulled his fingers from her he chuckling at the reaction. “Jus wait, Love. Gonna give ye something more than my fingers.”

He brought his fingers up to his lips suckling her wetness from them, a low moan leaving him. “Shite, when I’m less desperate to be in ye, yer sittin on my face.”

She moaned at the suggestion not having long to focus on it as he took himself in hand sliding his hard cock along her center teasingly a groan leaving him.

She whined, her body trembling with anticipation knowing she was so desperate to be filled by him. No one filled her as well as Chibs Telford.

She spoke knowing just what to say. “Fuck me, Please. Give it to me.”

He groaned a hint of amusement clear in his voice. “Greedy, Lass.”

He gave in, thrusting forward his cock stretching her as her heat enveloped him fully to the hilt.

He groaned, his hands resting at her hips giving them both a moment to soak up the initial first thrust it always taking their breaths away.

He’d never imagined that when he came across that panicked woman on the side of the road that she’d one day be bent over the reaper table with his cock buried in her pussy and his crow on her back.

He groaned, pushing her hair aside, giving him a full view of the crow inked into her skin. She moaned knowing exactly what he was doing. He loved seeing the tattoo on her; a reminder that she was his and that she was in this life with him.

She had never anticipated that the odd Scotsman who had come to her rescue that day she’d been abandoned by her ex on the side of the road like trash, would become the love of her life.

She would have never believed she could find comfort in a world that was so dangerous nor with a man who society told her would only cause harm.

Chibs and the world that come with him had given her a sense of comfort though. It was a sense of belonging she had never known. He was her salvation in more ways than one.

She spoke the need she felt for him growing. “Please, Baby. Love me.”

“Always, m’angel.” He groaned, rocking in and out of her his movement starting out slow and gentle wanting to soak up the feel of her.

She did her best to rock back against him but found it difficult the table and his body keeping her sandwiched and helpless to his ministrations. She had a feeling though that this was his intention.

She soaked up the feel of him rocking in and out of her so lovingly. He moaned from behind her the fact that she could not turn to see his face almost maddening. She adored how deep he managed to get in this position but found it frustrating to be unable to hold him or gaze up at him.

She made a silent promise to ask him to love her in a different position later; one where she could hold him and gaze into his eyes.

For now though she was happy to bend over the table in chapel and let him work out his anxiety and stress on her body. She was delighted to please him.

She gasped holding on to the side of the table digging her nails into the wood as she soaked up the feel of him sliding in and out of her, able to feel every vein and every pulse of him.

He was by far the most skillful lover she’d ever had and easily the most passionate.

He groaned, it not taking him long to give into need his thrusts growing more frantic cries of his name leaving her lips.

He spoke his voice thick with lust. “Fuck yes, Take my cock, Love.”

She whined reaching up to place a hand over her lips remembering that Tig was downstairs most likely within ear shot and who knew who else was around the clubhouse able to hear her cries of pleasure.

Chibs reached forward tugging at her hair pulling her head up his voice demanding. “Nah, none of that, Love. Take that hand off yer mouth. Don’t care who hears ye. Let em all know jus how good I fuck my ol lady. Let em hear me fuck my queen.”

She did as she was told a cry leaving her lips he groaning at the sound praising her. “That’s my girl, fuck.”

He released her hair grasping back down on her hips using them for leverage as his thrusts became a little rougher, more cries of his name leaving her.

She whined knowing if she wasn’t currently bent over this table she would have collapsed to the ground with as good as he was making her feel.

She had long ago figured out that being fucked by Chibs Telford was a full body affair. He had a way of completely overtaking her and fucking her stupid. He could make her cock drunk with very little effort on his part and the arrogant jerk knew it too and used it to his advantage.

He spoke, his voice teeming with adoration and lust. “Needed ye so bad tonigh Love. Fuckin stressed outta my mind. Needed ye to come fuck the stress outta me. My good sweet queen, knew I needed er, aye?”

“Yes, Baby. Wanted to take care of you.” She whined the admission making him moan his grip on her hips tightening.

She whined as he spoke. “Touch yer clit, know it makes it so much better fer ye. Play with yerself Love.”

She did as she was told, reaching between her body and the table finding her clit the action clumsy but so rewarding.

She rubbed circular patterns into the sensitive bud, her knees trembling his name spilling from her lips.

She whined knowing at this rate she was going to cum far too quick. Chibs may have claimed he’d been wound up needing release all day, but she had to believe that she’d been in the same boat.

That was part of what had led her to the clubhouse tonight.

She spoke not caring how loud the volume of her voice was growing “You feel so good Filip.”

“Aye, ye feel like heaven Lass. Hot, wet heaven.” He groaned his hips slamming into hers the sound of his skin meeting hers and moans spilling out filling the room.

She gasped the stimulation to her clit and his cock sliding in and out of her working her so close to the edge. Chibs Telford’s dick had zero right making her feel this good.

She spoke, unable to stop the words from leaving her. “How are you this good at fucking me?”

“Lots of practice, Love.” He remarked not leaving a hint of arrogance from his voice.

The comment was quickly followed up with a low moan as he spoke again. “Was practicin fer ye. Jus didn’t know it yet.”

She whined gripping on to the table all the harder her body shuddering as he found that one spot in her that made her practically see stars. She did all she could to thrust back up against him, her fingers not letting up on her clit a cry leaving her. “Please, Filip, I’m so close, so fucking close.”

He groaned at the admission, a low growl leaving him. “Fuck, m’angel. Yeah, ye cum on this cock. Let it go fer me.”

She continued to rub tight little circles into her clit, a coil winding up tight in her belly growing more taunt by the second the sensations almost too much.

“Oh, Fuck, Filip. I’m cumming, I’m. Oh” The words spilled from her dissolving into unintelligible cries as she fell apart underneath him, her body trembling her pussy clenching around him.

He groaned doing all he could to keep rutting against her through her orgasm, the sensation of her falling apart below him always taking his breath away.

He had never thought he’d be worthy of someone so stunning and so gentle and lovely. He had never thought he’d take an ol lady but now that he had found one he knew he would never let her go.

He groaned his words thick with lust “Yer so fuckin gorgeous, m’angel. Jus stunning cummin round my cock. Christ, ye feel so good.”

She pulled her hand from her clit, the stimulation too much. She moaned against the table pathetically, her body limp and overstimulated.

Chibs groaned not letting up his cock thrusting in and out of her soaked heat, she feeling even more sopping wet now that she’d cum all over him.

He spoke knowing he would not last much longer now. He groaned uncertain if it was a side effect from the painful fact that he was getting older now in his fifties, or if it was just that the woman who gave him the privilege of fucking her was so good that he couldn’t last as long as he may have in his twenties. “Where do ye want it, Love?”

She whined it hitting her lust worn mind just what he was asking. She spoke, the answer seemed so clear. “In me, Baby.”

“Aye, ye want me to cum in ye, Love? Ye want me to fill this pussy?” He groaned knowing that she was the only woman he’d been with in so long where this was even an option.

The fact that she loved him and adored him enough to even give him the option made him adore her all the more.

“Please, Baby. Do it. Want it.” She barely managed to work out as he felt himself fall over the edge, his thrusts growing sloppy and rough.

He let out a groan as he fell apart, his last few thrusts practically knocking her against the table as he came spilling into her in hot thick spurts.

He groaned the words low and satisfied as they left him. “Fuck yes, take it. Perfect lass. Love ye so much.”

He practically collapsed against her, pressing her down into the table, his body bending to rest over hers, they both hot and damp with sweat.

He groaned as he reluctantly slid out of her the mess they made dripping from her. He groaned as he fell back into his chair, a moan leaving his lips at the sight of his cum dripping out of her well loved center.

He reached forward sliding his fingers across her slit causing her to moan she feeling over sensitive a low chuckle leaving him as he gathered their mixed releases on his fingertips.

He reached forward, his fingers sliding along her lips. She obediently ran her tongue along his fingers cleaning their release from them a groan of approval leaving him.

He spoke a heavy sigh leaving him. “Come here, Love.”

She stood up ignoring the smirk on his lips at how wobbly she was as she stood up his cum dripping down her thighs making her cheeks flush.

He scooted back, opening his arms she happily standing between his parted legs allowing him to wrap his arms around her waist.

He held her against him, she wrapping her arms around him. She ran her hand along the back of his head he burying his face against her stomach as she spoke reassuring him. “I’m not going anywhere Filip. I mean it, No matter how lost you feel…I’ll always find you.”

She paused as he gazed up at her his eyes filled with awe. “I love you Filip Telford.”

“I love ye too, my queen.” He responded holding her all the tighter any worries he had about the future of the club were too far away to grasp.

He didn't know what the future held for the club, but he knew whatever it was he could manage it as long as he had her by his side.

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little-horror-smut · 6 months ago

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Breaking Boundries

Chibs Telford x Reader

CW; 18+ only. SMUT, alot of detailed sxy time.

This is my first time posting, hope its to you alls liking. Bit of a long one, typed it on my phone so bare with me. If there are any mistakes feel free to let me know!

Off limits. Thats what you have been all your life. As Clay Morrows daughter, there wasn't a chance in hell any of the guys could touch you. Yet the thought of them lingered in your head. Especially of one man. His grey locks that mingled with his dark brown hair. His thick scottish accent that you could spend days listening to. His always protective nature.

You worked as a mechanic for the garage. Having grown up there, you were always watching the men work. You didn't want to do all the girly stuff they presented you with. Always being drawn back to motorcycles. Finally they gave up and let you learn. They knew you were gonna do it anyhow. Because of the work you did, you've always worn baggy clothes. It was the most comfortable to work in. You joked around like the guys and they treated you as one in return.

They would do anything in a heartbeat for you.

You we're working on a car for a customer. Your hair was tied up in a messy bun and your hands were covered in grease. You couldn't figure out what was causing the trouble. Scratching your head, leaving a greasy mark on your hair and face, you hadn't noticed it happening.

"What have you been rollin' round in?" A thick Scottish accent filled the room. Confused you looked up, chibs standing close by. "Have you looked at yourself in the mirror, love?" He said, pointing at his face. As you walked over to one of the mirrors hanging there, you chuckled. "Been too stuck with this car. I can't figure out for the life of me whats wrong" you sighed in frustration as you walked back over to the car. Leaning over the open hood. Chibs came standing behind you, looking over your shoulder. He placed his hand forward to point something out. His warm body connecting to yours. You felt something flutter inside your stomach. Something you had never felt before. "Let me take a closer look" Chibs said as he moved away from you and leaned in on the car. His hand ever so slightly brushing your butt while he moved. A blush rose to your cheeks. You try to compose yourself, not knowing this side of you. Chibs was full on invested in this car now, helping you figure out what was going on.

"You comin' to Bobby's release party?" He asked while he was wiping his hands on a rag. "You kidding? Wouldn't wanna miss it!" You replied in a cheerfull manner. "Aight. Just let your daddy know" Chibs winked. You rolled your eyes at his comment. "I can take care of myself you know? Besides, i have you guys to look out for me" winking back at chibs. A giggle leaving his mouth.

"See you tonight then, love" He kissed the top of your head and left.

You sighed at the feeling this man had stirred in you. "You gotta clear your head girl.." you mumbled under your breath as you finished up the car.

You stood before your closet. The dress you had bought a while ago was still hanging there with tags and all. Maybe it was time to wear it. The little black dress you loved to stare at but dreaded to wear. Maybe, just maybe, tonight was the night you were gonna show the guys what you had been hiding. You grabbed the dress and hopped into the bathroom. You put on some fishnet stockings, the little black dress that hugged every inch of your curves and some beautiful lace up high heeled boots. You finished your look by putting on eyeliner with a cat wing and a bold red lipstick. As you walked back into your bedroom, you took a look at yourself in the dressing mirror. You couldn't believe it was you. So different, yet you loved how it made you feel.

"You ready to go, sweetheart?" Gemma called from the kitchen. You took a deep breath and went to face gemma. "Well look at that" Gemma smiled. "Are you sure thats Y/N? Because i ain't never seen her before"

A warm feeling enlightened you at Gemma's compliment. "Thanks Gem" you said as you went to grab your red leather jacket. "Now we need to make sure your father doesn't see you before we make the party" Gemma chuckled. "Come on"

As you arrived at the party, heads were turning with every step you took. You couldn't help but feel a little awkward with all the attention you got. This was not something you were used to. But you tried to keep yourself composed, you head held high and trying to extrude confidence with every step.

"Almost didn't recognize you" Chibs said, his voice husky. "You look absolutely stunnin' " he added, looking you up and down. "Thanks, Chibs" you said nervously and with a blush.

He poured you a whiskey "here you go love" raising his glass. You toasted on a fun night. As you took a sip, you felt the warmth of the liqour burn your throat. A familiar feeling, soothing your nerves.

As the evening wound on, you found yourself on the dancefloor. The booze was working, your nervous edge was gone. You felt the rythem go through your body. Your heart in sync with the beat. Hips swaying side to side. Suddenly you felt two hands on your hips and a warmth filling up behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see who it was, your eyes widenend at the sight of chibs. "You've been on my mind all night" he whispered in a coarse voice, his breath hot against your skin. Sending shivers down your spine. "You're playin' a devils game. Swingin' yer hips like that" as he pulled your hips against his groin. You gasped by feeling of it. You quickly turned around. "What are you doing, chibs?" Your voice slightly trembling. "If Clay sees you, your a dead man" A smirk appeared on chibs his face. "Lets go somewhere more private then.." as he quickly grabbed your arm and led you away from the crowd. You heart paced faster every step you took. You had no idea what had gotten into Chibs but you also didn't mind it.

He had led you to the garage, where the car was standing you worked on earlier today. Making sure everything was closed, he pulled you in. Your faces only inches apart. Your hot breaths mingling. He cupped your face roughly. "Your drivin' me crazy, Y/N" as he pulled your face even closer. Your lips almost touching. You wanted to say something, nothing that made sense came to mind. "I..-" Before you could utter another word, Chibs crashed his lips onto yours. Electricity went through your body, your eyes widenend at the initial encouter but quickly closed. You kissed back, putting your hands up in his hair. His tongue sought entrance. As you let him enter, the taste was of whiskey and cigarettes. A hint of sweet lingering in there. With every move your tongues made, the more he awakened in you. Before you knew it, he was tugging at your dress.

His hands desperate to take it off. He grunted a with frustration, which made you smile in return. He turned you around and pushed you down. Bend over the hood of the car. He lifted up your dress. "Fuck.. thats a pretty sight" he grinned with heavy breath, yet soflty spoken. He ripped your fishnets, leaving a perfect hole. He got on his knees and started kissing up your legs. A moan escaped your lips. His grip on your ass tightend by hearing your pleasure. As he made his way up, he spread your ass so he could reach you better. He pulled your panties to the side. His tongue caressed your lips, tasting your sweetness. More soft moans started escaping your mouth. His movement became rougher, as he licked, kissed and sucked. Panting heavy "you taste so good" he groaned under his breath. He stood up and unbuckled his pants. Revealing his throbbing cock. One hand on your ass and one stroking his cock, he looked at the beautiful sight infront of him. The woman, a forbidden desire, on the hood of a car in a greasy garage. Every mechanics dream. He stepped in closer, rubbing his tip against your wetness. You bit your lip in pleasure and anticipation. He entered, his big size filling you all up. Your tightness around his cock made him moan. You gasped as you felt him go deeper. He slowly started moving, squeezing your ass in pleasure. He tilted his back and breathed heavy with pleasure. He started picking up the pace. Every move you felt him inside you, your wetness grew. Moans left your lips, every thrust bringing you more pleasure. He leaned forward and grabbed your hair. "Who's a good girl' " he smirked, his thick scottish accent filling the air. His voice making you tremble. He grunted and moaned with every move he made inside you.

He grabbed your hips and moved faster and faster. He was almost at his climax. You used your hand to please yourself. Panting you said "im.. almos- fuck.. almost there" A smile grew on his face as your words turned him on even more. "Cum for me love" he said, feeling himself coming closer. As you let it happen, your warmth pulsated around his cock. Not even a few seconds later he filled you with his warm liquid. Thrusting one last time, a loud groan came out. All together in sync with your moans and pulsating body.

Chibs panted heavy as he leaned one hand on the hood of the car. "This was the best mistake I've made so far" he said with a heavy yet satisfied voice and a light chuckle. He pulled out and put his pants back on. You stood up, pulling your dress down and putting your panties in place. "Thats kinda hot you know' Pullin your panties up like that" he said as he lit up a cigarette. "Oh shut it" you giggled as you slapped his arm playfully. "Lets get our asses back to the party, before anyone notices were gone" you said, the realization of the situation sinking in. Chibs nodded, making his way over to garage door to open it. "Shit.. i can't believe this actually happened" you admitted with a slight chuckle at the end.

Chibs smirked and looked at you

"You know I'm always a big fan of Breaking Boundries"

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werezmastarbucks · 27 days ago

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set on fire

chibs telford x f!reader (age gap, adult reader)

music: head over heels by tears for fears

when Jax explains that his distant, four times removed cousin, is notorious for turning down every guy on green earth, Chibs takes it as a challenge

word count: 1304

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"Who the fuck even brings their laptop to a clubhouse to work", there was a clear hint of irritation in Bobby's voice as he eyed the girl sitting in the distant booth, her laptop, all covered in stickers, on the table, three different mugs around it like an array of fallen flowers.

Chibs just chuckled, watching her. His teeth were stinging with the nagging desire to bite on a cigarette but his childish curiousity kept him here, in front of this unusual sight.

"Y/N does", Jax all but teleported behind them, spooking Bobby a little bit.

"Know 'er?" Chibs muttered, without taking his eyes off, pondering. Too young. Frowning too deeply, chewing on her mouth, stretching her neck without losing connection to the screen for a second. Looks like a load of job. But, most of all, too young.

"That's my thrice... four times removed cousin", Jax replied quizzically.

"Huh".

"Yeah... four times? I think so. My dad was, ugh... her... grandmother's nephew three times removed?"

"Are you asking me?" Chibs grinned lazily.

"Anyway, yeah, that's Y/N".

The blonde guy watched his two brothers piercing his relative with their focused eyes. Bobby shifted, pushing the glass of beer there and forth on the bar, and finally granted him a glance,

"So, is she off-limits, or no?"

Jax let out a thunderous short laugh, resembling a lion cub very much. His jaw unclenched happily with this roar for a second.

"I mean, I won't even tell you not to, guys".

His mind wondered into all of the instances and troubles these two gave to all of the poor girls; them together with Tig, were notorious for never skipping a single skirt. Some men had more hunger than others, but these two, they could devour the whole Charming if someone let them. For Bobby, it was the neverending search for the perfect one, the one who's going to finally spare him of his deeply tucked loneliness. For Chibs, it was the heat of the hunt. The Scottish Deerhound blood was circulating in his cunning, always smirking face. Sometimes Jax thought that Chibs was getting his revenge for something he, himself, was too young to witness. Telford never hurt them, no. Chibs was nothing but a tough, relentless, zero-bullshit, gentleman. But he did devour them, the girls. It was hard to tell who is unable to go without the other, Chibs without women, or women without Chibs.

He continued, watching a curuous smile growing on the man's face,

"You two have no chances anyway".

"That so?"

"She's too young for you, Bobby".

"Well", Jax sat down next to them, relaxing his back, "maybe not too young, but she's always kinda hated guys. I've never seen her with a boy when we were growing up, and I wouldn't be surprised if she still was a virgin now".

"You're telling me she's your age?"

"Yeah, the good genetics run in her family. Her mom also looks young", Jax nodded.

"So, maybe you can nail her mom", Bobby jeered towards Telford.

Jax noticed the evil sparkle in Chibs' eye immediately, got used to catching it. But this time, he was adamant sure that no light of day will be shown to him from his long removed sister.

"You guys pricing little Y/N?" boomed Clay, as he moved slowly from behind the bar, like an unbothered whale. "You told 'em how she set that poor fucker on fire when he tried feeling her up at Plop's birthday party?"

Jax nodded, grateful, as he was trying to scrape his skull with some examples to present the whole picture of misfortunes that await those who tries to enter Y/N's personal space.

"Yeah, that was the second decade of our lives, her mom brought her here and she was visiting Big Plop's fourteenth birthday. Big Plop was my classmate", he clarified, "and another one, I think Chris was his name..."

"Spotty Christopher", Clay nodded and clicked a can open.

"...and we were all jumping on this big orange bouncy castle. Y/N fell badly and slipped, and skinned her knee a little. I remember she was kind of sobbing, cradeling it, and us, the boys, we were laughing at her".

Chibs produced a 'tst' sound, the one he always performed when he witnessed injustice that he, himself, hadn't thought of earlier.

"And then Spotty Chris gets on the castle, pretending that he wants to help her, but instead, shoves his hand under her dress. I obviously got all worked up and pulled him off her, and we all though that was done. But then, fifteen minutes later, she just turns up next to us as we eat cake",

Bobby grinned at the picture of the young Vice President stuffing his mouth with cake,

"...and she has matches in her hand. And she lits his fucking hair on fire".

Jax let the last part hang in the air for a little.

"Might not be related to us too closely", Clay chimed in, "but I think she has that psycho chip in her".

Jax nodded.

All four heads turned towards the girl again, as she stretched her back and yawned, clenchign her fists, before rushing to the keyboard again.

"Sometimes I think she has a grudge against all men", Jax shrugged.

She wouldn't be wrong, Chibs thought.

"You got no chance", he heard Jax benevolently condemn Bobby, then think for a moment. He turned towards Chibs,

"You, maybe. She likes British people".

"Loikes Bri'ish, ey?" Chibs cheered, and her head snapped towards the sound. Across the bar, they all snickered lightly, watching her scan them with her eyes and then return to work.

So, there it is. Green light. Not that young, - if she's about Jackie Boy's age, then she's more than enough brains to know what to do with him.

Not too related, not so much that it'll make Teller's blood boil. Although he is quite protective of her, perhaps because they don't see each other that often. In all the ten years that Jax has joined them, Chibs never heard a whiff of this girl. Means they don't talk much.

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band--psycho · 1 year ago

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Chibs Telford x Reader - Perspective

For @munsinner who requested this story so long ago for my dialogue prompt writing challenge!

Dialogue Prompt 380 - I'm breaking every rule in the book by being here

Everything was going to shit.

And what’s one thing that came when things went to shit, other than more shit?

Perspective.

That’s why Chibs was here; at Y/n Tellers front door, working out how to tell her he loved her.

Because he’d had enough; enough of sticking to the rules, enough of trying to be the good guy, enough of denying himself the one person he craved more than anything.

Y/n Teller.

The princess of Charming, his best friend's younger sister, the one woman he swore he’d never fall for…

He’d tried.

He’d tried so fucking hard to not fall for her, and even when he did fall, he tried so hard to push those feelings aside and act like they didn’t exist.

But there was no one else for him.

No one else could magically make him smile on the dark days, no one could make him laugh as loudly nor could anyone calm the storm that tore through his mind late at night when he couldn’t sleep.

Y/n Teller was the only woman who could.

And selfishly, he wanted more.

Even though he knew he shouldn’t.

He wanted more than late night chats at 3am, more than stolen glances when no one else was paying either of them any attention, more than a possibility of love.

He wanted her, completely.

He wanted to tell her how he truly felt.

No more secrets.

No more ‘almost’ moments.

He wanted her to be his; and to be hers in return.

He wasn’t a saint, by any stretch of the imagination, he’d done things he’d regretted or wished he could’ve changed.

The last thing he wanted was for Y/n to become another regret, another ‘what if moment’ in his life.

He could work out the consequences later, but he needed her to know how he truly felt.

He knocked at her door, a small chuckle slipping past his lips when he heard her swearing about who was waking her up at this ridiculous hour.

Her swearing continued when she opened the door, wearing a fluffy dressing gown and matching fluffy slippers. Even in the middle of the night, when she wasn’t even trying to look good she was still the most perfect woman he’d ever seen.

Her anger soon diminished when she saw who was standing there.

“Chibs?” She questioned, her eyebrows narrowed in confusion as to what he was going here in the middle of the night.

He didn’t answer; silence descended upon both of them, as his mind tried to work out what he was going to say to her now that he was here.

“Filip?” She asked again; softer this time as she placed her hand on his shoulder; her confusion shifting into worry.

A million thoughts raced through her head about why he was here; had something else happened with the club…

“I’m breaking every rule in the book by being here,” he muttered, as he took a step towards her.

Those words brought her back to reality.

A small gasp fell from her lips as she processed the words he said; she knew what he was talking about.

There was only one rule she knew of that he could be referring to, and it made her heart skip a beat.

“I need ye, lass, and I’m done pretending I don’t,” he continued; his eyes meeting Y/ns as he took another step closer towards her, she didn’t move, she just stood still letting him almost close the distance between them completely.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she breathed shakily as her arms wrapped around the back of his neck.

“I know,” he agreed quietly, glancing down at her lips before meeting her eyes again.

“We should stop,” she whispered, her lips now inches away from Chibs’.

“Is that what ye want, love?”

That’s not what she wanted at all.

But she knew that if they did this, if they broke the rules they’d both been sticking too for so long, she could never go back.

“No,” she answered simply.

That was the only answer Chibs needed before he closed the small distance between them.

The world melted away.

For a moment, nothing else existed; it was just the two of them, losing themselves in one another.

Without a word, they moved together, back into her flat, where Chibs kicked the door shut.

They kissed with a desperation that spoke of a need that had been building for far too long.

Chibs pulled her in close, his breath hot against her ear. “Yer mine now,” he mumbled, in between kisses, “and I’m not letting ye go.”

And with that, he picked her up, carried her to the bedroom, both of them knowing that after tonight, things would never be the same again, but both of them being too lost in each other to care about the consequences.

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maibeewrites · 1 year ago

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ULTRAVIOLENT || Chibs Telford x Y/N

part II. and you'r my cult leader

The next day she woke up with a horrible headache. But she couldn't rest at home, she awoke to a call from Tig. Church meeting.

Well, just what Y/N needed. From the moment she woke up, the only thing she could think about was the night before. The pain of it all, her betrayal, Chibs's betrayal. How he hit her. And how he took care of her after. But it didn't matter. If she ever had hopes for her and him, after last night, it was all gone.

Walking into the bathroom she looked in the mirror. She was taken aback by how bad she looked. Her eyes were bruised from her eyebrows down until her cheeks. Above her right eye there was a cut, which turned into a scab overnight. The same on her lips. She cleaned herself up and put clean stitches over it. Her whole face was swollen.

After the shower, she dried her hair, and whilst drinking a cup of tea and smoking a cigarette, she held a bag of frozen peas over her face, hoping to reduce the swelling. She didn't ever bother with makeup, knowing that her condition was far from concealable.

She put on a pair of skinny brown jeans, and a loose cream colored turtleneck blouse, put on her cut, and after completing her outfit with black boots, she was out the door.

She arrived just on time. Usually she is always early, but she didn't want to spend more time at the clubhouse today than it was necessary.

When she walked in, all of them were at the bar. Jax, Tig, Happy, Quinn, Bobby, Juice, Opie and Chibs. The prospects were cleaning up.

When they first saw her, everyone got quiet for a second.

"Holy shit." Jax exclaimed "Who did this to you?"

"Girl, are you okay?" asked Tig, and he quickly walked up to her and held Y/N's face gently in his hands.

"Yes Tigger. I'm okay guys. This was some personal stuff, there is nothing to worry about." She tried to sound as convincing and confident as she could.

"That is certainly a thing we should be worried about" said Bobby.

"The person who did this to you is an animal. That is all that I'm saying." Quinn spoke. Even Happy looked concerned.

Opie and Juice didn't say anything but were very conflicted. Opie hugged her shoulders as they went in to the Table.

Chibs haven't said a word. He didn't even look her in the eye.

"So, before we talk about what is on our plate with the Mayans, Y/N, you have to tell us what happened. Who hurt you?" Jax asked.

They all nodded and turned to her.

"This was personal business, and I do not wish to tell you just now. I can't tell you, trust me." She looked Jax straight in the eye, with a knowing look. At first Jax just stared at her, but after some monent, she could see that he finally understood what happened. After all, Jax and Chibs were the only one knowing about the ratting. Jax glanced at Chibs who was continuously staring at a specific part of the table in front of him. He then looked back at Jax, and the President understood everything.

"Fine. I respect that Y/N."

"But that is not okay? Somebody hurt her. Who was it? A lover maybe?" Tig guessed.

"He is right, we have to protect her" Juice added.

Y/N chuckled at Juice's suggestion that she needs protection, but smiled at him. She loved Juice, he was so cute, like a little brother to her.

"If pres said to leave it, leave it." Chibs finally looked up and at Y/N. His voice was strict.

After that, the subject changes to Alvarez getting into the Diosa business. They all voted aye for allowing the mexican to buy out Nero's part.

"And guys, I have some good news. We will have a big party tonight. We are all set, things going okay for now. Everyone, wind down, have fun." Jax said and hit the table with the gavel.

Y/N didn't want to spend her time at the clubhouse. She almost immediately got up, and left.

Honestly, the only thing Y/N wanted was to lay in her bed, eat some ice cream, watch a movie and fall asleep. Luckily, there was no more club business for that day, so she went to the grocery store before heading home, where she bought some frozen pizzas, and ice cream. She rode home and was all set for the day.

She took another shower. There was something about feeling clean. She put on a new set of baby pink pyjamas, and crawled into her bed. She got overwhelmed by the tv selection, and after finding nothing she was in the mood for, she started watching a documentary about cheetahs.

She tried her best to pay attention to the hunting method of the animals, or her ice cream, or anything which was not Chibs, but she couldn't. She never wanted to see him again. At the same time all she wanted was him.

When she finished her sweets and put the spoon in the dishwasher, she heard knocking.

She froze. She didn't expect anyone. Her gun was in her bedroom, and her semi was near the front entrance of the house on the coat hanger.

By the time she thought of a solution, it didn't matter.

"Aye, it's me girl. Let me in, I want to talk to ya." It was Chibs. Y/N felt like her heart skipped a beat.

She walked up to the front door.

"What do you want?" She spoke softly, just loud enough for the man outside to hear.

"Let me in. I just want to check up on you." She couldn't figure out Chibs's intentions. It dawned on her, that she was scared. Scared of her friend, brother... She felt incredibly weak and bitter.

"Y/N?"

"I'm scared." That was her response.

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"I'm scared." Her voice was so weak, so soft, he could hear the fear and it crushed him. She was everything. The most amazing, interesting, caring and smart women he has ever known. She made a mistake, she had to pay. Or maybe he was too harsh?

He felt as if his heart was sinking to the deepest void.

"Please sweetheart. Let me in, I am not here to hurt you. I just want to..." But what did he want? Himself didn't even know. "I just want to see you."

The door slowly, very slowly opened. Her small frame seemed even smaller now. Barefoot, with her pink pyjamas she was like a little girl. Only little girls don't have their faced wrecked by big bad bikers.

Chibs walked into the house. When he heard the door close behind him, he straight up walked up to Y/N who instantly stepped back until her back hit the wall.

"Don't." He said and embraced her in his arms. At first she froze but then put her arms around him. She smelled like fresh bodywash, clean bedsheets and candy. She was so pure at that moment.

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He smelled like tobacco, gasoline and dirt. His strong arms somehow calmed Y/N down.

"I'm here." She said.

"And so am I. I am sorry, I shouldn't have done this to you."

"No, if you haven't done this, maybe somebody else would've done even worse. I could be dead, Chibs. For what I've done."

He didn't reply. Instead, he picked her up, initially in bridal style, but she eagerly put her legs around his waist.

They looked each other in the eye, and then Y/N caressed Chibs's glasgow smile.

"Take me to bed."

#chibs telford headcanon #chibs telford x reader #chibs telford x you #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #chibs telford fanfiction #chibs telford x y/n

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somethinginthewayiam · 2 years ago

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Maybe baby

pairing: Chibs Telford x plus-size reader

words: 2627

warnings: there is 18+ content throughout (minors DNI), talking of pregnancy

Summary: One morning you don’t feel so good and all your symptoms point to you being pregnant. You need to take a test immediately. You’re too afraid to tell Chibs you even could be pregnant. What would he say?

link to my masterlist and previous parts

After your yoga class this morning, you decided to walk by the ice cream shop. Chucky was in the middle of cleaning the big windows when you arrived.

“Looks good, Chucky”, you said when you came closer. “Thank you”, he said when he looked over his shoulder and spotted you coming towards him, gifting you a big smile.

“The shop looks almost brand new, you’re really putting in the work”, you said and stood next to him. He placed the telescopic rod he used for cleaning the shop windows next to his feet, holding on to it and put his other hand on his hip. He looked proud at the shop in front of him.

“We’re gonna put a big sign above the entrance, maybe with lights in it”, he told you and gestured towards the empty space above the door. When you looked up, you had to squint your eyes because of the sun. All of a sudden, little sparkles danced in front of your eyes and you stumbled a few steps back. Chucky caught you with his hand on your back.

“Huh”, you said in surprise and shook your head to get rid of the sparkles. “Are you okay?”, Chucky asked concerned. “Maybe I should sit down for a moment”, you said and Chucky led you inside. He brought you over to a bar stool and when he was sure that you were securely seated, he walked behind the counter.

“Should I get Chibs? He’s upstairs with the others”, he offered. “Don’t be ridiculous. I haven’t eaten yet and I just had a yoga class. Just give me a glass of water and I’ll be as good as new”, you waved off his concern.

Chucky filled a glass with water and handed it to you. You took big sips, drinking half of it in one go. Your head felt better but now you felt a little nauseated.

When you leaned forward and your breasts hit the edge of the counter, they hurt a bit. Lost in thoughts, you grabbed both of your boobs at the same time and squeezed them slightly. They were sensitive to your touch.

You were dizzy, your boobs hurt and you felt a little sick…

All of a sudden, your eyes got big. You couldn’t be. Could you? Maybe. Chibs and you were fucking without a condom for a few weeks now and that make-up sex was something else. So, maybe…

Heavy footsteps on the stairs indicated that the Sons were done with their session in the chapel. You couldn’t face Chibs right now. You felt like the word PREGNANT was written all over your face.

You jumped off from your seat, feeling dizzy again and held onto the counter top. Chibs was next to you in a second, reaching out his hand to stabilize you.

“You okay, darlin’?”, he asked a bit concerned. “I’m fine, I need to go”, you told him, avoiding the eye-contact and talking a bit too quickly. Before you could walk out, Jax held you back with a question.

“Hey, Y/N, could you help Bobby with some interviews for new CaraCara girls?”, Jax asked you. “I told you I can handle it”, Bobby said and sounded a bit annoyed. “We know how ya handle it”, Chibs said and made wanking motions towards him.

“I have never done that, I don’t know what you’re looking for”, you countered Jax’s question. “All you need to do is make sure that Bobby behaves”, Jax eased your mind. “Okay, sure”, you shrugged your shoulders. “I’ll meet you at the docks. I got something to do”, you said to Bobby and finally left the shop. Chibs looked after you a little irritated.

You basically fled the shop and got to your car around the corner. You drove to the next drug store and bought a pregnancy test. You couldn’t handle another minute of not knowing. You asked at the drug store if they had a toilet you could use because you didn’t want to drive all the way across town to your apartment. When they denied you, you drove to the warehouse in Stockton where CaraCara had its studio. You would have to take it there. Maybe you would be able to do it before Bobby showed up.

At the warehouse, it was slowly getting busier with CaraCara. The crew and the list of performers had gotten longer and the shooting schedule got busier by the day. It was a good sign that they were interviewing new performers.

At the warehouse, you walked over to the room in the back that was used as the production office. You found it empty, Bobby wasn’t here yet. You put your purse on the couch and grabbed the plastic bag with the test in it.

You left the office in a hurry to get over to the toilets to take the test. Right outside the door, you ran into Bobby, dropping the bag.

“Hey, doll, where’re you rushing off to?”, he asked surprised and bent down to grab the stuff you dropped. “No, I got it, Bobby”, you said but he was quicker. He picked up the little box and got up again. “A pregnancy test?”, he asked and looked at you with raised eyebrows. You quickly picked up the plastic bag. You wanted to grab the box from his hands, but he pulled his hand to the side.

“Please don’t tell him”, you begged him. “Are you?”, he asked with big eyes. “I don’t know yet”, you replied. “Then you better find out”, he said and handed you the box.

You rushed over to the toilet and locked the door behind you. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes big. You looked like a deer in the headlights.

You peed on the test and put it on the sink as you waited five minutes as it said on the box. You put a timer on your phone. It was the longest five minutes of your whole life.

You weren’t ready, you knew you weren’t ready. You and Chibs had just reconciled after the explosion and his distance bullshit. The both of you were not in the right place for that kind of responsibility.

Then your thoughts wandered to Kerrianne, his daughter. He already was a father, maybe he was ready. But she lived across the Atlantic in Belfast, he wasn’t doing that much fathering. You weren’t even completely sure if he had any contact with her. He never talked about her.

Your thoughts bounced from left to right, from please let it be negative to we can make it work.

When the timer on your phone went off, you were so deep in thought, that it jump-scared you. You rushed over to your phone and turned the alarm off. You took a deep breath.

You reached for the test and turned it around. Negative.

You let the air out you didn’t even know you were holding in. A wave of relieve and disappointment washed over your body at the same time and it overwhelmed you. You sat back down on the closed toilet seat. Tears rushed to your eyes and spilled onto your cheeks. You put your hand over your mouth to muffle the sounds.

You were so confused because you didn’t know what exactly you were crying about. A big part of you was relieved that your life didn’t just change 180 degrees. Another, not that smaller, part was kind of sad. Somewhere in the back of your head, a little bubble had created images of you, Chibs and a little baby playing house, didn’t matter how unrealistic that actually was. And that bubble did just burst.

You wiped your face with some toilet paper and took a few deep breaths to collect yourself again. You put the test back into its packaging and just threw it in the trash can.

Then you walked back to the office. Bobby was sitting behind the desk when you entered, looking through some papers. He looked up at you and immediately noticed your puffy, red eyes. “So, how are we looking, doll?”, he asked. Instead of an answer, you just shook your head.

“And are you happy or sad about it?”, he investigated further. You took another deep breath, trying to swallow the tears that were welling up in your eyes again. “I honestly can’t tell you”, you told him truthfully and shrugged your shoulders.

Just when he opened his mouth to say something, the door opened and one of your girls peaked her head in. “The first candidate is here”, she told the both of you. “Thanks, darling. We’ll be right out”, Bobby told her and she left again.

You wiped under your eyes again and shook your head to clear your mind. Bobby got up from his seat and came around the desk. “You okay?”, he asked and put a hand on your back. “Let’s get us some new girls”, you nodded and said. He patted your back and led you out of the office.

Later that day, you helped out behind the bar at Diosa again as you were short staffed. You got yourself dolled up to fit in the picture. You had pushed the test from this afternoon all the way to the back of your head, trying not to think about it too much. It would have been too early. And, with all that was going on in Charming, really bad timing. You should be lucky that it was negative. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself.

A little later, the Sons came by, checking on the establishment. They came over to the bar. “Hi, guys”, you greeted them and started to open some beers. “Hey doll”, Bobby said and grabbed one of the beers. “How are you?”, he asked. You looked up and caught his stare on you. “All good, boss”, you told him and even managed to give him an honest smile. Bobby looked at you just a few seconds longer and gave you a little nod before he left the bar area.

When everybody had their drink and spread out around the club, the only one left was Chibs. He hadn’t said anything yet, but his eyes followed your every move. You thought it would hurt you more to see him again, but instead you were glad. You somehow missed him even though you had just seen him this morning.

You walked around the bar and over to him. You put your arms around his waist and craned you neck a little bit to give him a kiss. He put his arm around your shoulder and pressed you against him.

“You look good”, he said when you pulled back. “Thanks. Seems to be my new work uniform”, you told him and looked down at your dress and high heels.

“Is everything alright?”, he asked and his eyes ran over your face, scanning for every little muscle movement. You looked up at him, thinking for a second. “Everything’s fine”, you said honestly. “You felt a little weird this morning”, he said. “I am weird”, you countered with a smile. “That’s true”, he nodded and you poked his side. “Hey, that’s where you’re supposed to go, ‘No, babe, you’re perfect. I’m so lucky you let me have sex with you’”, you corrected him. “You know I don’t like lying”, he countered. “Since when?”, you asked honestly surprised.

Instead of an answer, he bent down to kiss you again. You let him for two seconds then you pushed his face away with a giggle. “I’ll get you a drink”, you said and walked around the bar, grabbed the bottle of Jameson and poured him a good amount. With the drink in hand, you walked over to him again and placed it on the counter top.

Chibs leaned against the bar with his back, watching you with a smile. When the doors opened, some girls came to work through the front door, already dressed for the night. He looked over and pushed his riding glasses down his nose to check them out.

“Who are they?”, he said with obvious interest in his voice. You pushed his glasses back up his nose. “None of your concern”, you said dryly and walked back behind the bar.

Chibs grabbed the list of available girls and services that was lying on top of the bar.

“You don’t seem to be on the menu, little lady”, he said after inspecting the list and looked up at you over the edge of his glasses just like he was looking at the girls before. Looks like roleplay-Chibs was back.

“I’m special, you have to ask for me by name”, you told him with a wink while you polished a few glasses. “And what is your name?”, he leaned in a little further.

You put the glass down and leaned on the bar with your forearms, coming very close to his face. “I would tell you because you’re kinda cute, but I’m sleeping with one of the owners and he doesn’t like to share”, you told him in a whispered tone.

“Mhm, that’s a real shame. Is he at least any good?”, he asked and a smirk played around his lips. You took your sweet time with your answer, keeping him in suspense.

“He’s a good kisser. He really knows what he’s doing down there. He’s…the best I ever had”, you told him.

“Is he now?”, he asked with a grin and stood up, a very proud look on his face. “Alright, calm down”, you shook your head with an eyeroll. He came behind the bar, put his arms around your waist and his head on your shoulder. “Let me show you that I’m even better than that guy”, he offered and kissed your neck. Your body stiffened at his suggestion. Normally, you would immediately agree and pull him into the office in the back.

“I have to work, Chibs”, you told him and moved your head to the side and out of his reach. “Come on, I’ll be quick”, he told you. “That has not the effect you think it has”, you mentioned with a chuckle and stepped away from his as you saw a customer coming towards the bar.

You served him a beer while Chibs was waiting behind you. Normally, you would have a little chat or small talk with the men at the bar but a moody biker wasn’t really an inviting sight. “He didn’t even give me a tip. You’re bad for business”, you told Chibs when you turned towards him with a raised eyebrow.

“So, is that a final no?”, he asked one last time. “Not tonight, okay?”, you said and cupped his face, kissing him apologizingly. “Go mingle with the rest”, you said and nodded towards the couches full of girls and Sons. He cocked his head, his eyebrows raised and an intrigued smile on his face. “But keep your pants on”, you told him, pointing a finger at his face before you pushed him out of the bar area.

He stayed until Diosa closed for the night and drove you home. Since it was late, he went right to bed as you were taking off your make-up and changed into your pajamas, consisting of a loose-fitting top and a pair of shorts.

When you went to the toilet for a last pee before bedtime, you noticed that you had gotten your period. This was the most obvious negative you could have gotten. You felt tears burning in the corners of your eyes, but you swallowed them.

Turned out, all your symptoms from this morning were just part of some weird PMS.

next part Oh so horrible

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

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filipfuckingtelford · 1 year ago

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Aim for the head Part 6

Sons had to leave their safe house for good. They left a goodby surprise for the gang that attacked them. What will they find in the new place? Would there be a new shelter or the new danger? Will the gang from the military base leave them be?

Part 6 of my SoA x TWD fic. Feel free to comment and enjoy.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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Sons reached their destination point in five hours. Roads were mostly blocked by cars people were leaving in first days of apocalypse. There ahead were mountains and those who decided to go there for shelter knew they couldn't go by cars. So now lots of dead vehicles were rotting on the road and Sons had to move slowly and carefully among them. Only when the first houses of Valley Springs could be seen in the distance the road was finally empty.

As they were riding away from their home Chibs had some time to think. They lost two of their brothers in the fight, they lost their shelter, lost Charming. They had no place to go and no plan for the future. It was all dark and uncertain now. But he had Y/N. They were exchanging glances on the way and it made him feel better. He probably needed to talk to Clay at some point but before they find a new place to stay it wasn't a good idea to discuss what happened between him and Y/N. Clay already made it clear he didn't like it and Filip expected him to do something to prevent them from being together.

Chibs saw the look in Clay's eyes yesterday as Y/N was staying next to Telford, her palm on his shoulder. His president didn't like what he saw, but didn't tell anything, for now. Chibs knew Clay would give him hard time.

On the first hours of ride they heard the sound of explosions from behind and knew that Negan came back for them, but found an empty clubhouse and mined territory. Sons could only hope that he and his people were dead now.

Moving along the streets of the town, they were looking for any place to stay. It had to be something big enough to have room for everyone. Eleven people needed a new safe house now. They needed some fresh start to leave their past behind.

Jax was riding in front of the procession and in awhile he gave others a sign to stop. He unmounted from his bike and approached the rest of the group. "There's a school, not really big one, but it has enough space and walls around the territory" He explained. "It's probably invaded with empties, but if we manage to clear the territory we can stop here"

"We need to choose ones that would go inside and the rest of us should stay here and cover, just in case. Our engines attracted those empties hiding around" Chibs looked at his brother and Jakson nodded.

"Yeah. You, Happy, Tig and Y/N go inside. We will be here to keep others safe" He agreed.

"We need to hurry. It's better to hide behind walls before all town crawls here" Y/N warned and she was right. They needed to clear the territory as soon as possible.

Chibs, his brothers and Y/N made their way towards the school. They left their bikes next to the gates to reach them fast if they will have to run from the building. The rest of the group was left behind on the road. Jax, Juice and two recruits surrounded their cars to watch the territory on four sides from them.

While Happy and Y/N were checking the territory, Chibs and Tig approached the door. No sound could be heard inside, but they knew there were empties in the building. They were sleeping, waiting for some food to get closer and wake them up.

"Wait untill Hap and Y/N join us" Chibs whispered and Trager nodded, he knew splitting up was a bad idea. After what happened at N9ers' they decided to stay all together.

Soon Y/N showed up followed by Happy. "Empty" Lowman said in his usuall brief manner. Chibs nodded and started counting to three with his fingers, before he finally opened the door. The main corridor was empty. School really wasn't that big, it had three classes on each side, couple of bathrooms, sports hall in the back and six rooms including medical unit on the second floor and the dining room. They needed to check every room one by one to be sure it was safe for the rest of the group.

They started moving along the corridor. Happy opened the door of the first class and raised his gun. Several slow empties didn't even realise what happened when he shot them one by one. Soft clicks of his gun could be heard in the quiet of the building but not loud enough to wake up creatures in other rooms. "Clear" he announced and the group started moving further.

Chibs opened the door on the other side of the corridor. The class was empty, but there on the floor was a body. Someone preferred to take their own life to never turn to one of the monsters, a gun still in their hand. "Christ" Chibs gasped and carefully closed the door. They will need to clean this place.

The next room met them with another jumper. The same as the one who attacked Happy yesterday. Tig had to get on the floor and roll over to avoid the attack and managed to shoot it during another jump. "Theese things freak me out" Happy admitted as he pushed the lifeless, mutilated corpse with his shoe. It was small, crooked, it had long hands and short but strong legs. And wide mouth full of sharp teeth.

"Disgusting" Tig commented before they threw the body into the classroom and continued their route. They kept checking every room. Several empties here couple empties there. Nothing special but they were acting carefully and could avoid any problem. Until they reached the cafeteria. The last room they had to check.

All four of them saw this thing the moment they opened double doors. It was an empty, huge one, tall and bloated, it's skin was covered with dark stains and ulcers.

"What the fuck..." Happy gasped as the creature slowly turned to them and started walking towards the group, growling and mumbling. They started shooting at the same time, all four of them. Four bullets pierced it's head. But it didn't fall, only stopped and was bouncing on one place. It also started swelling slowly becoming bigger.

"I think it's gonna..." Tig started as they all were frozen, fascinated and disgusted by the scene. Chibs was the one to wake up from this drowse. He shut the doors closed. The loud bang behind the doors made them recoil from it. "Expload" Tig finally finished his sentence.

"Holly fuck" Chibs cursed and opened the door. Room was covered with green gooey liquid and the pieces of emptie's body.

"We're lucky it was in the last room" Y/N commented. The loud noise would've attracted every empty in school to them.

"I'll go..." Trager was pale and seemed queasy from looking at what was left of the monster "Call the others..." He headed outside while Chibs, Y/N and Happy went to the first floor and started carrying empties outside. They will have time to deal with those later, now they had to clear the building to have place to spend the night.

Soon all their vehicles were parked in the school yard and Chibs, Jax and Happy were trying to close breaches in the walls. They were lucky to find some materials in the caretaker's cabin behind the main building. They will need more, but it could wait. For now Sons only needed to make sure their walls would protect them during the night.

"Fuck!" Chibs heard Jax's voice while he was attaching some wooden sheets to the wall. His brother just came closer to one of the holes and turned away from it to grab a board and hammer to fix it when several hands reached him out from outside and were now pulling him.

"Hap!" Chibs called his brother and ran towards Jax, grabbing his arms in attempt to free him from monster' grip. They were all rotten and dead but so strong whet it was about food. Jax's back was already pressed against the wall and empties were trying to bite him, his leather preventing any injuries though.

Happy was there the next moment. He was holding one of his big knives and was waiting for Chibs to pull Jakson away from the fence just a little to give him space for a hit.

"I can't" Chibs groaned, holding his brother as tight as he could, but those creatures were just too strong.

"Come on!" Jax was struggling as well, trying to free himself from the grip, soles of his shoes digging into the ground, but even together with Telford they hardly could do anything.

"What the hell going on?" Tig was running towards them as he saw some fuss at the walls while he brought another corpse outside.

"Help me pull him away from the wall!" Chibs ordered and now two of them were trying to free Jax. They finally managed to give Happy some space and it was over in seconds. Happy made several fast hits with his knife and Jax rolled on the ground, together with Telford and Trager, five rotten hands were now laying not far from them and Happy was carefully wiping black sticky liquid from the blade.

Jax was the first one to laugh. He just imagined how stupid it was, and the fact that he could be dead by now if not his thick leather cut only made him laugh harder. Chibs and Tig were chuckling as well but Happy was dead serious. Some devilish lights burning in his eyes. He probably loved to cut rotten bodies and no one could blame him.

They got back to work after awhile but now avoiding to turn their back to the wall just in case. Empties were too attracted by the noise they made with cars and were now crawling from all the neighbourhood towards the school.

Chibs didn't know how Y/N and two recruits managed to clean the remains of the big guy but when he came back into the cafeteria it was all clean. Tara and Gemma were revising the food kept in the storage, throwing everything spoiled away and replacing it with those supplies Sons brought from the TM shelter.

He found Y/N in one of the rooms on the second floor. She was trying to disassemble desks to make some space.

"Ye need help, lass?" Chibs asked as he came closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and took a screwdriver from her small gentle hands "It's a job for someone big, not a fine lass like ye" He whispered to her ear and she laughed.

"I'm okay, Filip. You need to find a room for yourself. Dad said club memers should live on the first floor except for Jax who needs to be with Tara and boys upstairs, and recruits will share the room on the second floor as well as me" She turned to him and smiled slightly. "

"So I'm supposed to be as far from ye as possible?" Chibs smirked. He knew why Clay was doing it. Not only for the safety reasons. Y/N knew how to protect herself. He wanted to keep Filip away from his daughter "And Jax should be keeping an eye on ye"

"Oh come on, Filip" Y/N chuckled and shook her head her fingers touching his cheek gently, tracing his scar with her thumb "I'll sneak to your room"

"I know, lass" He sighed "If only he won't do anything else to prevent it"

Juice peeked into the room the very moment Chibs leaned to kiss Y/N and had to pull away from her unhappy.

"Clay said everyone who can fight should gather for the meeting" Ortiz said and left quickly. He knew better than to bother Chibs when he had that look in his eyes.

They headed downstairs and entered one of the rooms. All of the desks were disassembled already and in the center of the room there was a big table with chairs around. Tig was hiding weapons and ammunition in the cabinet. It looked like a chapel back home, simple but familiar.

Chibs took his seat so did the rest club members and Y/N together with Tray and Ashley were standing by the wall. Clay gave Filip a heavy look and then started talking.

"We've been through alot of shit recently. You all fought well, good job. But we now have to start all over, in a new place, a new safehouse. We have a lot of work to do and we don't have enough people. So we need to be organized and disciplined" Everyone was listening carefully and Clay continued "First of all, tonight, even though we don't have towers, we have to stand guard on the perimeter. Four people in first four hours and other four in the next four hours. So the first shift would be Tig, Y/N, Happy and Ashley and the next one is Chibs, Jax, Juice and Tray"

Chibs frowned. He knew exactly why Clay was doing it and he knew it was not all his President had. But he didn't argue. Before he'll talk to Clay about Y/N there was no use in it.

"Now. Tomorrow we have to build towers. One on each side of the perimeter. Hence in the morning the first shift should go look for supplies while others have rest. We also need to find some beds or sleeping bags to start with. As soon as we have towers, same shifts would be every four hours while others have rest or go out or make fortifications. We need this place as safe as we can and we have to do it as soon as possible. Questions?" Clay was confident, brutal, dead serious. He was the one to organize everything like he did in the first days of apocalypse. And no one dared to argue. They really had to work hard to make this school as fortified as their clubhouse once was.

"Dad, can we change shifts?" Y/N asked and Chibs looked at her surprised. She didn't understand why Clay was separating them. She didn't even realized he did it on purpose.

'No. I have reasons" Clay replied not looking at Y/N but gave Chibs another look.

"But..." She started, but the President raised his hand.

"I said - no. No discussion here. We need to start working. Gemma and Tara are cooking dinner for us all. Y/N, Ashley, go see if they need some help. I want others to go and see what supplies we need. All the desks and other useless shit should be disassembled and used for fortifications. Go."

Sons and recruits started leaving one by one and Y/N followed them as well. She caught Chibs' hand when the door of new chapel closed behind them and looked at him confused.

"I told ye, lass. Yer pa will keep me away from ye" Chibs sighed as he wrapped his arms around her waist. He knew they had only couple of moments together and it would be this way as long as Clay would want it to be this way.

"But why? I don't understand! I will go talk to him" She shook her head but Filip stopped Y/N.

"Not the right time, lass. He's angry and I can't blame him. We lost everything, we have to start a new life, we lost our brothers, Clay was shot... He won't ever allow us to be together if we try to talk to him now" Chibs didn't want it, but he knew there was no choice for now. When President will calm down there would be a way to convince him. They had to wait.

"But we just started... and I... I don't want to be away from you" Y/N frowned. She was holding him tight, refusing to let go.

"I don't want to stay away from ye either, lass. But we have to wait. I'll make it work, I promise" Chibs leaned down to kiss her when he heard heavy foorsteps from the chapel "Go to your mom" He said pulling away and left the building as fast as he could. He wasn't afraid of Clay, but it really wasn't the right time for arguing now.

Two weeks passed this way. Sons found a lot of supplies in the dead city. No other shelters, no other survivours. If something happens again they would be on their own. So they made sure to fortify their new safehouse the best way. Four watchtowers were build on each side of the territory, walls and gates were covered with steel sheets they found on the old workshop. Three generators from the hospital basement were granting power, light and water.

Gemma started new vegetable garden in the school yard but it needed time to give a harvest, so the main problem now was food. Sons were gathering all the canned food they could find and Tig with Happy started hunting in the nearby forest.

Life was slowly getting back to normal. There were not so many empties in the town. Even the hospital was almost empty. So they could be relatively safe on their raids for supplies.

During one of them it was Chibs' and Jax's turn to go out for food and some fertilizers Gemma ordered.

"Are you alright brother?" Jax asked as the gates closed behind them.

"Aye, kid, why?" Filip raised his brow. Jax was his best friend for years now and he saw something was wrong with him.

Jax smirked, relaxed and teasing his friend slightly "Clay's giving you two hard time recently, Chibby, isn't he?"

"Aye, kid, I should talk to him soon" Filip took a drag on his cigarette and nodded "But I don't know if he will even listen to me"

"Come on, brother. From all the people I know you are the best man. If you two love each other you should go for it" Jakson chuckled quietly "Clay will eventually come to terms with it"

"Thank ye, Jackie boy. I needed to hear that" Chibs sighed relieved. Now he had to talk to Clay when they come back home.

They've stopped by the house with a huge garden around. It had to have some fertilizers and if they were lucky enough, some canned food in the basement. Chibs got out of the car and shot an empty who was attracted by the sound of the engine. Another one could be seen through the glass door scratching it in an worthless attempt to get to him and Jax.

"I'll take this one" Teller said as he was slowly approaching the front door. He opened it with one fast move and the empty fell down on the porch. Jax pressed his boot against it's chest and pulled the trigger.

They entered the house together, it was empty and dark, probably no more threat there was. So while Jax was searching for the food in the kitchen and basement, Chibs headed to the back yard to look for what Gemma asked.

He noticed the small shed in the further side of the territory and headed there when he heard a low quiet growl from the right. He turned to the sound the same moment something big knocked him down. It was a dog, but it wasn't alive. Huge doberman was pressing Chibs against the ground, half of it's face rotten, revealing scull bones. But it was moving. They never saw animal empties before but it was probably possible for them to turn after a bite.

While Chibs was trying to push it away, the dog's teeth were only inches away from his face. The dog wasn't barking, it's vocal cords were probably long gone, but it was growling and trying to reach Filip's face or neck. And it almost did, Chibs had to move to raise his gun and teeth brushed against the leather sleeve of his shirt. If he didn't wear this thick leather clothes the dog would bit him. Luckily Telford managed to shoot and pushed the lifeless body away from himself.

"Christ, what a beast" He mumbled, standing up and trying to catch his breath.

"What the hell happened?" Jax heard some noise from outside and came to check on his brother. He froze when he saw the dog on the ground "Was it... the empty?"

"Aye... I didn't know they existed" Chibs was wiping saliva from his sleeve.

The rest of their raid was safe. They were lucky to find some canned food and fertilizers, as well as some new clothes and tools. Chibs and Jax came back home and as there were still some time before their shift, Filip decided it was time to confront Clay about Y/N. He didn't want to wait any longer. Anything could happen in this crazy world, and Chibs didn't want to waste more time.

He found his president in the chapel and knocked before he entered. Clay was looking at him, silent. He knew why Telford came and was waiting for him to talk.

Chibs sat on his chair and looked at Morrow "I know ye don't like what's going on between Y/N and me" He started.

"You are damn right, Chibs. I don't" Clay smirked and it wasn't a good sign, but Filip continued.

"I love her. I really do, and she feels the same way about me. You can't change it by keeping us apart" He never broke the eye contact with president "This world is falling apart. I need every moment we have, Clay. I need her"

"You are twice her age. She can have someone better" Clay shrugged "And she will change her mind if you are not around all the time"

"She loves me, Clay. And I love her. I will keep her safe and I will never hurt her" Chibs sighed. Maybe Clay was right and Y/N could chose someone else. Juice was younger, they might meet some other survivours. But what they had was special and Chibs knew it now. "She won't feel any different if I can't be with her because you keep me away from her"

"I will give it a try, Chibs. I don't like it, so everything will remain the same. Stay away from my daughter" Clay turned away and Filip knew it was no use to continue.

He left the room and headed towards his dorm. Chibs didn't know what to do. He barely had several moments with her in past two weeks and it was killing him. Filip had to find the way to convince Clay, make him change his mind.

In couple of days as it was Chibs' turn to stay on the watchtower, Y/N and Tig were out for supplies again. They needed some baby food for boys. Filip was smoking, gloomily watching the street when he noticed their van coming back. It was too soon and Chibs knew something happened. He climbed down the tower fast to open the gates. The van stopped at the parking and Tig got out of it. Y/N wasn't with him. Filip felt his heart stop, panic slowly consuming him.

"Where..." He whispered, suddenly speachless. He couldn't ask, didn't dare to. Chibs was afraid to hear the answer.

Clay heard the engine and was approaching them fast. He seemed worried as well. "Where is Y/N?" He asked what Chibs couldn't.

"It's Negan" Tig was pale, his hands shaking "He found us... He took her."

#sons of anarchy #chibs telford #chibs #soa imagine #chibs imagine #chibs x reader #soa #filip telford #sons of anarchy fanfiction #crossover

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negansdoll · 4 years ago

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One reason to stay

( Chibs Telford x Reader )

Summary : Y/N wants to leave Charming but her car has a problem. She goes to TMAR where she finds Chibs who tries to convince her to stay... ( SMUT )

You got out of your car and ran through TMAR’s parking space to avoid the rain.

It was late in the night and you couldn’t help but smile when you saw the light on in the garage. Someone was there.

You pushed the door and entered which made Chibs looking up to you.

- Y/N ? he asked, frowning.

- Hey Chibs, you said as you closed the door behind you.

- What are doin here at night sweetheart? he asked, taking off his glasses.

- My car has a problem, you simply said. Well it makes a weird sound when I’m driving.

- Mmmh, he nodded, but that doesn’t explain why you came here at 1am, he said as he stood up. Where do you wanna go ?

You sighted before bitting your bottom lip.

- Y/N ?

- I’m leaving Charming.

- What ?! he exclaimed, frowning.

- I can’t find a job here and it’s getting hard for me. I’m going back to my mom’s house.

Chibs looked at you and stayed silent for a few seconds.

- And so you wanted to leave without telling bye to us ?

You looked down a second.

- Saying goodbye is not a thing I like. I would have called you and the guys tomorrow.

Chibs looked at you, not answering.

- Can you look at my car ? you asked.

- No, he answered.

- No ? you repeated, chuckling. Why ?

- Cause if I look at it and fix the problem, you’ll leave. That’s not what I want.

You frowned as he walked to you.

- Chibs I...

- Stay.

You frowned as he stopped walking once he arrived just right in front of you.

You and Chibs always had a strong relationship, you were really close to each other, you liked to flirt but you never went further.

- Chibs, I can’t.

- Yes you can. And you will.

- Alright, then, give me one reason to stay, you chuckled.

Chibs looked at you for a second before pressing his lips on yours.

You opened wide your eyes, surprised, before kissing him back.

You slowly put your hands on his cheeks as he put his on your waist to hold you and to bring you on his desk on which you sat.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, still kissing him.

Chibs was a damn well kisser and you realized only at this moment that you wanted this to happen since a while.

You shivered when you felt his hands on your skin under your T-shirt before he removed it.

- Chibs... you whispered between two kisses.

- You wanted a reason to stay, he growled while kissing your neck. I’m giving you one sweetheart, he added, unzipping his pants to take it off.

He lifted up you skirt and removed your panties. You didn’t even try to stop him... Felt like you always wanted this...

- Jesus, you moaned when you felt two of his fingers inside you.

You grabbed his neck harder before pulling him closer to you as he kept kissing your neck, licking and softly bitting it.

He was moving his fingers back and forth faster and faster, making you groan louder at each movement.

- Chibs... Take me... Take me now... you begged him eyes closed.

Listening to you, he took his fingers out of you and brought them to his lips before licking it as you were looking at him.

- Delicious... he smirked. If you knew since when I wanted to taste you Y/N...he chuckled before pushing his member inside you.

- Oh fuck... you moaned as he started to slowly move back and forth.

Chibs grabbed your hips harder and you wrapped your legs tighter around his waist as he was starting to move faster.

You were moving your hips as fast as his to follow his movements, helping him to get deeper.

- Jesus, I’m gonna come... you groaned before kissing him, clawing your nails down his back.

A few seconds after, you felt a burning and electric wave of intense pleasure running through your body as your back arched.

- Oh my God... you moaned one last time as Chibs came just after you.

He let a loud groan escaped from his lips before taking you in his arms.

Suddenly the door opened behind him.

- Oh my God ! you almost screamed when you saw Tig entering.

You pushed Chibs away from you before putting your panties back on.

- Oh wow, smirked Tig before laughing. Why didn’t you invite me ? he asked.

- Get out asshole, chuckled Chibs putting his pants back on.

Tig laughed before leaving the small office, as your heeks turned red.

- Is that a good reason to stay Sweetheart ?

Hope you liked it ✨ ( sorry for the mistakes i’m french :( )

GIFS ARE NOT MINE

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ankhmutes · 2 years ago

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Sons of Anarchy Fanfic Commission/request

I'm trying to behave. So much.

So instead of STARTING a new fanfiction, I'd love to outsource. Any authors willing to write a Sons of Anarchy fic?

I'm totally willing to pay you or commission you, of course. I want to support the fanfiction author community. So if you have read my tumblr, you've read my fics, or you KNOW of an author who would want to do this, let me know. Just contact me through my DMs or even comment below, or whatever. I've had a fic commisisoned before, and they did an AMAZING job, but a lot of people I've looked up are pretty busy or full-up.

I also am more than happy to talk shop or story lines or even head cannons, ideas... anything with Sons, or The Walking Dead, harry potter, MASH .. pretty much any fandom I've mentioned in my time here.

thank you for your time.

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tumbleweed-writes · 8 months ago

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Wrong Number: Chibs Telford X Reader One shot

When reader texts some enticing photos to the wrong number and not to her ol man, she's met with some surprising but hoped for results.

18+ Not full smut but implied.

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She let out a frustrated groan as she followed him into the clubhouse, his legs far longer than her own making him move too far ahead of her. The words left Y/N’s lips a low growl erupting from her throat as they entered the clubhouse making their way behind the bar. “I swear to God, Tigger. I’m going to kill you.”

The outlaw biker in front of her only chuckled in response to the threat he clearly was not taking her as seriously as she would have hoped. “Well that’s a little dramatic.”

She glared up at the flip phone in his hand as he held it far above his head out of her reach, her cheeks growing all the more crimson from both anger and sheer humiliation. “Delete them. Delete them right now , Tig.”

Tig had the audacity to actually giggle at the request, shaking his head. “You’re one hundred percent sure these weren’t meant for me? I mean I don’t think you’ve been accepting of any advances I might have shot your way, but if this is your way of giving me a green light then I fully accept.”

A frustrated groan left Y/N’s lips, her cheeks growing even more flushed as she thought of the two sensual photos she’d accidentally texted to Tig’s cell number instead of the cell number she’d been intending.

She fully blamed herself for the slipup. She’d taken the photos after having a little bit of whiskey, the booze loosening her up enough to decide it was a brilliant idea to take some provocative photos for her man. It wasn’t their first venture into this game.

It sure as hell wasn’t her first venture into taking erotic photographs. Her past job had consisted of having risque photographs taken of her and posted on both vanilla and not so vanilla websites. Cara Cara had just been one site she’d done some solo work for.

It wasn’t something she’d ever dreamed of doing. It had started as an easy way to make a quick buck in college after she’d become familiar with a girl who’d done some similar work and had gotten her into the scene.

Y/N had been a broke college girl hoping to make some fast cash so she could eat something other than ramen for dinner. It had gone further than just a one time thing though.

Y/N had always considered herself to be pretty open minded, so it had not been too difficult to lean into doing more fetish material the longer she’d worked. She’d been able to find plenty of work doing some S&M material.

The jobs had started coming in and soon her coursework and college attendance had started to taper off. She’d dropped out and decided to take the option with more money. She figured college would always be there, the ability to make money while she was still desirable enough would only be a fleeting chance though.

She’d leaned more into her job within the industry and a promise of fast cash even if it meant doing something that at times had made her life more complicated than it needed to be.

Her past employment was part of how she’d met her man to begin with. She’d become a friend of Lyla Winston’s through her work. Though Y/N’s job in the industry had only consisted to fetish material based on photographs and the occasional solo work, and Lyla’s work in the industry went far beyond that, the two women had still become friends.

When Y/N had decided that she wanted to move away from the industry and find something a little more straight-laced, Lyla had suggested a bookkeeping job at TM Auto.

Y/N could admit a big push out of the industry had been the suggestion that she might want to consider starting to do some video work with partners. It felt less like a suggestion though and more as though she was being pressured into it.

She had been fine with the photographs and the solo work had been tolerable. She wasn’t interested in going any deeper into it though. She’d been searching for an out, and Lyla’s offer to get her an interview at TM Auto had been a perfect escape route.

She’d always been good with numbers, so she’d decided to take the offer to interview for the bookkeeping gig at TM.

It had not been easy to get the job of course. Gemma Teller Morrow had her suspicions about the young woman who’d come to interview even if Lyla did give her glowing praise.

Y/N knew Gemma was well within her right to be suspicious. She knew her past employment had given her a reputation and she was well aware of what assumptions people made about her. She’d been around a few of the girls in her industry who seemed to view SAMCRO as a chance to hook up with an outlaw and get a quick thrill. Ima was a perfect example of the type of girl who put a bad taste in Gemma’s mouth when it came to anyone who Lyla associated with. Lyla herself had a difficult enough time shaking her reputation and being respected in SAMCRO’s world.

Y/N had found that she had to make it pretty clear that she was only interested in the bookkeeping gig. She had made it quite known that she had zero interest in trying to land herself a guy in a kutte. She made it obvious that she was not looking to seek a sexual thrill out of hooking up with a criminal. She had been unashamed to declare to Gemma that this job opportunity wasn’t her attempting to become a croweater or even an attempt to walk on the wildside.

Gemma had taken a chance on her desperate enough for the help at the garage. Lord knows she needed all the help she could get at the garage.

The majority of the Sons had been serving a 14 month sentence in San Joaquin correctional facility, The Sons on the outside were struggling to keep the business going, and Tara Knowles had been expecting a new member of the family while trying to balance a growing Abel Teller.

Gemma knew her attention needed to be spread between the garage, her place as the Queen of SAMCRO, and her son’s growing family.

So, Y/N had worked as an extra set of hands at the garage. She’d proven to be a great help at the office at TM Auto working both with the books and doing work within the office once Gemma had needed more help.

Her employment at the garage had not gone unnoticed by the few Sons on the outside nor had it escaped the eyes of a few non patched club hang-arounds who worked in the garage.

It had not taken Y/N long to realize that the men around the garage were most likely familiar with her past work. There had been a few snickers and crude comments whispered among the men. They’d not even made an attempt to hide them from her.

She’d not minded the ogling stares nor the lewd whispered comments. Or at least she’d tried to pretend she’d not minded them.

She’d learned in her past career that she had to have thick skin. Opie Winston had been kind enough. He’d been dating Lyla when Y/N had begun working for TM and he’d seemed approving of her even if he didn’t always seem to approve of his girlfriend’s line of work.

One other man had seemed to shy away from the obscene remarks and leers. In fact, Chibs Telford had proven to be a complete gentleman to her.

She’d been suspicious at first. She was almost certain the sweet gentleman act was most likely an attempt to charm his way into her pants. Lord knows she’d had a few guys try the nice guy act once they figured out what she did for a living.

She had soon realized though that the nice guy act was far from an act.

Chibs genuinely seemed to be prone to treating her like a lass after his own heart.

It hadn’t been hard for them to form a friendship of sorts. It had been less hard once Chibs had shut down a less than quiet vulgar remark made about her body and her past bondage work by some foolish nonpatched mechanic around the garage.

It had definitely created some sexual tension between Chibs and she that had not gone unnoticed by a few people around the garage.

She’d considered if there was something more there than friendship, but had shied away from pursuing anything. She’d told herself that even if there was some lingering sexual tension that it was likely just that.

She’d grown accustomed to the knowledge that most men in her life viewed her as more of a sexual object and less than a fully formed person. She could admit that she feared Chibs’ interest in her leaned more on the sexual side of the coin and she couldn’t bear the disappointment in finding out that he maybe didn’t view her past lust.

She’d been unaware that he’d held his own reservations. Chibs had been certain that a young attractive woman like her most likely wasn’t interested in him. She was far more than the former fetish model the guys around the garage had labeled her as. She was a gorgeous woman but that wasn't the only thing that had him so taken by her. She was clever and funny and sweet as can be. He was enamored and it scared the hell out of him.

She had come into his life at a strange time. He’d recently come to the decision with Fiona to end their marriage now that Jimmy O’ was no longer a threat and they were free to live their lives. They’d realized those lives were best lived only as coparents to their daughter and not as romantic partners.

It had been a painful choice but they’d both known they’d changed in the years since they’d last been able to behave as a married couple.

He’d been mourning the end of that chapter of his life and had been trying to focus on keeping the club afloat with most of his brothers locked away.

Y/N had provided a tempting escape from the stress and heartache. He’d been unwilling to lean too far into the temptation of that escape though.

He’d been unwilling until he just couldn’t help himself anymore.

The cross over into friendship into something more had happened a late night at the garage where they'd been the only ones remaining; he working late in the garage on a stubborn Harley rebuild and her working on some stubborn books.

A shared joint had loosened up reservations between the two and a kiss had happened. The kiss had lead to a passionate make out session on the little couch at TM Auto and the makeout session had led to her being bent over the desk at TM Auto with him taking her from behind.

After that encounter she’d expected things to be awkward or worse had feared that he’d disappear once he got what he wanted. She knew that old saying: when men got what they want they never wanted it again.

Much to her shock Chibs Telford had wanted it again and again and again.

The want had continued as the months had gone by.

Once his incarcerated brothers had been released Y/N had feared that her time working in the garage had come to an end, but to her shock Gemma had asked her to stay on.

Y/N had even begun taking some online courses in accounting.

Things with Chibs had continued on, though much to her chagrin they’d not exactly placed a label on it.

He’d not seemed to be in any rush to make whatever they had going on together public knowledge either.

She’d bit back her annoyance once it had hit her that she didn’t seem to be just another bedroom partner for Chibs. It had become clear that she was his only bedroom partner.

She’d heard the prodding and teasing from his brothers towards Chibs about his neglect of the croweaters and prodding over just who was keeping his dick wet.

Little glances Chibs sent her way had gone unnoticed for the most part. If anything his brothers had assumed that the older Scot had a crush that he wasn't acting on and had not looked into it any deeper.

Chibs had also made it clear that he didn’t want anyone making a move on her either. Kozik and one of the prospects Miles had made the mistake of trying to push up on her, and Chibs had just about cracked a tooth making an excuse to get the men far from the woman he’d been spending his nights with.

Y/N had come to the irritated acceptance that pushing Chibs into putting a label on them and making things between them public knowledge was not something she could force.

She would be lying though if she tried to pretend that lately it wasn’t becoming more and more obnoxious though.

A big part of her wanted to scream at him to piss or get off the pot.

Perhaps that was why texting him naughty photos more frequently had become a habit lately.

She’d had hopes that maybe reminding him that she was there and was willing would push him to at least think about her as something more than what she was beginning to fear she might be to him.

She had hopes that seeing her in such provocative positions in his dorm room of all places would plant the idea in his head that she could spend every night in his dorm if he wanted it. If he wanted to make it clear that she was his and actually put a label on it then she would be happy to be in his dorm anytime he wanted.

She knew it was probably a dumb idea. If she wanted him to place a label on it and be open about it with the people in their lives then perhaps dirty photos weren’t the right move? The dirty photos were supposed to be a secret after all.

Their entire courtship had felt too secretive for her liking.

She was beginning to lose hope though. She was considering stepping up her game. She was tempted to let Kozik take her on that damned bike ride he’d been offering her for months now. Maybe seeing someone else be so willing to be seen with her in public would light a fire under the Scottish idiot’s ass?

She’d been toying with the idea but she had a feeling it would just bite her in the ass.

She had allowed the whiskey to push her to once again try the naughty photo angle. Maybe if he kept seeing her in such a state in his dorm room he’d take the damn hint?

The red dress had been a praised favorite of her intended texting partner. The red lace of her bra had been a new purchase that had been made with him in mind. The push up bra made her assets look so tempting. She’d realized he liked her in red.

She was almost stunned that Tig Trager had not recognized the dorm room that had been featured in the background of the two photos that had been sent his way.

The small glimpse of the dorm room would have most likely given a hint of just who those two photos had been meant for had Tig bothered to pay attention to the background.

She glared up at Tig as he held the cell phone up even higher, a chuckle leaving him as she attempted to reach up her arms stretching as high as she could. The height difference made the feat an impossible one though. The cell phone remained far from her reach.

She was tempted to kick him in the balls and get the damn phone that way, but she wasn’t willing to fight dirty…not yet at least.

She spoke another frustrated growl leaving her throat. “Tig, this is not funny, delete them right now.”

Tig replied a sigh leaving him. “I’ll delete them if you tell me who they’re intended for. Please tell me it isn't fucking Kozik. I’ve seen the looks he sends you Y/N. You deserve way more than that blonde moron, trust me? Oh, Christ. It’s not one of the damn prospects is it? I know both Miles and V-Lin stare at you like you’re a steak dinner and they’ve been trapped in death valley. Please tell me you aren’t giving it up to one of them? I think we both know you’re way more woman than they can handle.”

Y/N felt her cheeks grow pink remembering the poorly thought out scheme to perhaps use Kozik’s interests in her to get a rise out of Chibs.

She had to agree with Tig’s assessment somewhat…Kozik was somewhat sweet…but not the brightest.

She could admit she’d decided against using Kozik as a means to force Chibs hand partially because the poor guy was so sweet…and ditzy. It felt wrong using him to get the man she loved to make a commitment.

As far as the prospects went, Y/N had zero interest in either man. She had a distinct feeling that both men were more boys than men. She had a feeling that the prospects would have zero clue how to please her in the bedroom and didn't have quite the maturity for anything outside the bedroom.

There was only one man who she knew as capable of pleasing her and much to her frustration he seemed hesitant to make things between them public or give any indication to her that this was something more than them having fun.

He always said the same thing the few times she'd brought it up. I'm having a lot of fun with you. I enjoy being with you. I want to keep it to ourselves just a little bit longer.

She could admit she'd hesitated to push him to actually address the issue. She feared that Chibs may never be willing to give her the relationship she desired. She was not looking to rush into the heartbreak she was sure would come if it was said clear and plain that he did not view her as an actual romantic partner and did not want everyone to know she was his.

She spoke a groan leaving her as she continued to struggle to reach the phone she had taken to jumping in place to attempt to snatch it from his grasp. “Alexander Trager, I swear to God, delete those photos or I will murder you and no one will ever find the freaking body.”

“Lass, what’s with all the death threats? What have ya done to piss her off Tig?” A familiar voice sounded out beside her.

Y/N cringed glancing at the Scotsman as he approached the bar, an amused smirk on his lips.

She sighed at the sight of the man who those damn photos had been intended for. He’d had a long morning, meeting with the Irish and then being drug away on a tow job the instant he’d returned to the garage.

She’d hoped that the photos would be a pleasant gift to him as well as another hint to put a label on this and make it public.

She sighed wanting nothing more than to sink into the floor and disappear as Tig grinned giddy to bring Chibs in on the act of tormenting TM Autos' favorite office worker.

Tig grinned between Chibs and Y/N as she spoke. “Little Miss Y/N accidentally sent me some very alluring photos. She won’t tell me who they’re intended for and she refuses to admit that it’s clearly me. I’m right, right Y/N? It’s me, you don’t have to be shy. You could have just said the word and I would have given you the Tig-action you’re craving. You didn’t have to go through the routine of sending me dirty photos and pretending it’s not meant for me. Just say the word and I’ll go grab some baby oil.”

“Tig I swear to God.” She snapped, refusing to glance over at Chibs, certain he was not entirely pleased with this information.

Tig spoke a giggle leaving him still content to prod her. “I know, I know baby oil isn’t the best choice, but it works in a bind, babe. I’m a big man, we’re going to need the help.”

Y/N cringed at the possessive growl that left Chibs he not entirely amused at the statement. “Those weren’t meant fer ya.”

“I know, she won’t tell me who they're meant for. You gotta see them, Chibby. It’s fucking torture. I’m afraid it was meant for Kozik. She won’t own up to it, but we both know the idiot sends her heart-eyes at every chance he gets. Herman Kozik is so not worth red lace.” Tig exclaimed not picking up on the irritation and jealousy bouncing off Chibs.

Y/N wanted to melt into a puddle of awkward shame she refusing to meet Chibs’ eyes choosing instead to stare down at the floor. This moment was going to kill her. If she was capable of dying from awkward situations this would do it.

She widened her eyes as Chibs spoke his voice, a domineering tone that made her knees weak and her center clench.“Let me see em.”

She resisted the urge to groan, having to hate that she’d always had a submissive streak, even before she'd gotten into fetish work. She had always had a thing for having a guy dominate her if he knew what he was doing and wasn't just being an asshole. She found it difficult to find a guy who was capable of dominating her without being a dick about it or misusing the trust she gave him. Chibs had proven he was more than capable of effectively giving her the domination she craved. He had proven he was capable of giving her what she wanted while respecting what boundaries she'd placed on the desire to submit to him.

She was quite certain he’d used that same tone of voice in a couple of their sexual encounters though it usually involved him saying far more lewd things.

That tone of voice was usually reserved for when he told her to take her clothing off and bend over for him, or to get down on her knees and open her greedy little mouth for his cock.

It was so a voice she did not need to hear outside of those scenarios.

Tig did not notice Y/N hitch in breath to the voice he jerking a little shocked as Chibs yanked the phone from his grasp before he had a chance to even comprehend what was happening.

He dared to speak, the playful tone disappearing, he at least having the sense to prove that he wasn't a total scumbag. “Come on, Chibs. I’m sure she doesn’t want everyone seeing them. I was going to delete them…eventually.”

Chibs ignored him gazing down at the photos on the screen, a groan of approval and desire leaving his lips. He reached down clearly making an attempt to adjust his jeans. It was obvious that the photos had the desired impact on the lower region of his body.

Y/N was more sure than ever that she could die of shame and awkward in the moment. She sighed coming to the conclusion that she’d had a good life or at least an okay one..if she died now it would be fine.

She widened her eyes as Chibs spoke his voice loud and clear. “These photos weren’t meant fer ya Lad, Pretty sure, my ol lady meant to text these fuckin glorious photos to me. She may a’been a wee bit tipsy when she decided to send em judgin by the dazed look in her eyes in this firs pic. My Love can’t handle her whiskey. She an I clearly need to have a talk bout drinkin an textin.”

“Wait, what?” Tig spat out his eyes growing wide struggling to grasp the information Chibs had just laid out on the table for him.

Chibs spoke again, hitting the delete button on the photos as he spoke. “I’ll be deletin these Tigger. Ain’ havin ya share what was meant fer my eyes with anyone else.”

Y/N stared up at him feeling as breathless as Tig though her astonishment was for a far different reason. Did he just call her what she thought he called her? Ol lady, his ol lady?

Chibs tossed the phone down on the bar as he nodded to Y/N. “Come on, M’Love. I think ya need to show me jus what ya were hopin fer when ya meant to send those photos to me.”

She moved forward any of the embarrassed awkwardness she’d felt hanging over her leaving her brain her body heating up having the feeling Chibs was going to show her just how much those photos had affected him.

Chibs wrapped an arm around her his hand sliding down to her backside, giving it a squeeze that sent a message that he had zero intention of hiding what she was to him from anyone ever again.

He spoke his voice picking up that possessive growl he’d shown earlier. “Red lace, Lass? Ya still got it on?”

She gazed up at him, her knees feeling wobbly and her panties getting beyond soaked. “No, I’m wearing something else…purple lace.”

He gave her backside a squeeze, his voice still holding that possessive tone. “Aye, think I’ll like that too.”

He pressed his lips to hers as they made their way down the hallway towards his dorms before he spoke. “Gonna fuckin kill Tig fer seein yer body, Love. Christ, think it’s time I put my crow on ya. Gotta make it clear to him, Kozik, and every other prick round here that yer mine…especially fuckin Kozik. The only way that idiot’s gonna get a clue is when my crow is on my ol lady.”

“As long as it’s not my tit. I’m not giving tit for tat, no matter how much I love you.” She remarked her mind spinning trying to grasp everything he’d just said.

This was more than what she’d hoped for and she’d not planned any of it. If she’d known it was going to be this simple she would have accidentally texted Tig intentionally.

He smirked his lips pressing to hers much gentler as they neared his dorm room. “Aye not on yer tit. Like those too much the way they are, Love.”

She spoke needing to say the words. “I was almost afraid of what this was between us…afraid it wasn’t what I was hoping…you haven’t exactly seemed in any rush to put any label on it or show me any sign or this being anything in front of anyone. You’ve seemed pretty content keeping things between us so secretive…I actually thought I was going to have to give Kozik a date to light a fire under your ass or at least test you to see if this meant anything to you.”

Chibs cringed realizing she had a point. “Aye, I know Love. Trus me…I know I’ve not exactly been open bout how I feel bout ya. To tell the truth...Ya came into my life at an odd time, Love. I love ya deeply, ain’ felt that way bout anyone in a long while. I was fraid of not bein what ya need…fraid of failing ya. Almos' convinced myself ya were more than I could ever deserve and ya'd realize it sooner or later. I was almos fraid if I put a label on it and let anyone know then I’d lose ya the same way I lose everyone else I love. I thought if the world knew ya were mine then it’d put a target on yer back. No more though, Lass. This scares the shite outta me, but not havin ya…losin ya due to my own fear…that scares me even more. I love ya too damn much to hide what I feel fer ya m’love.”

He paused a huff leaving him. “I’d kick Kozik’s fuckin teeth in if he ever took ya on a date fer the record.”

She didn’t have a chance to reply as he pressed his lips to hers the words leaving him “Putting my crow on ya as soon as possible, Love. Not hidin what ya are to me.”

“I want it…and for the record. You aren't going to lose me and you are never undeserving of me.” She promised her hand reaching up to caress his cheek, he leaning into her touch a content sigh leaving him.

He pressed another kiss to her lips as he reached down, opening his dorm. “I love ya, Lass. Love my ol lady so much more than she knows.”

She allowed him to lead her into the room fully content to let him show her just much he loved her.

Neither heard Tig as the man finally snapped out of his shocked daze, his voice loud and full of relief. “Ol lady…Chibs…Oh thank Christ it’s not fucking Kozik.”

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