#he just shouts profanities and will rip out all of the couch cushions to hide in there

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@goldhhearts based off #2 of x !!

      ‘ WHY do you insist on watching these movies if you always end up screaming and terrifying the soul right out of my body ?? ’ very smooth, acting like he himself didn’t knock over two ( 2 !! ) bowls of popcorn simultaneously with a whole lot of non-family-friendly cursing the last time they watched something even remotely horrifying. ‘ remember last time you wouldn’t even let me go HOME because you thought you’d get murdered in the DEAD of night ?? ’ 

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Chibs... an excerpt

A/N: This is an excerpt from a story I’ve been writing. I changed the OC’s name to Y/N just for this bit. Honestly, I’m my own worst critic and pretty much never post my work because I think it could be better and I tend to move onto other stories when I hit a writer’s block and all of my stuff goes untouched for months, sometimes years. But I’ve discovered some amazing writers over the last year or two on various sites but mostly here so I figured it was time I tried to give back to those that have brought me so much joy through their works. So, here’s a filthy little excerpt of some adult fun times from one of my current stories I’ve been bumbling around with.

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Y/N stumbled through the front door with Chibs wrapped around her. They tripped over each other's feet, hands frantically exploring bodies, and their tongues, teeth, and lips clashing roughly. They giggled and snickered at their own antics, feeling like a couple lovesick teens in their tipsy state. They blindly moved into the living room, kicking boots off as they went until Y/N let out a yelp as the pair fell over the arm of the couch. Chibs landed with a huff on the cushions on his back with Y/N on top of him, gripping his kutte to prevent herself from falling to the floor. They burst into a fit of laughter.

"Whoops." Chibs giggled, watching Y/N cackle at the face he made. Whimpering from across the room gained their attention. Roscoe laid on his dog bed watching them. Chibs turned his head to see the mutt and Y/N snatched his face in her hands, pulling him back to her.

"No! Don't look at him!" She cried too late. She groaned when they heard the jingling of the dog's tags as he pranced to the couch and began nuzzling Chibs in the side of his head.

"Aah! Christ!" He shout as the cold, wet nose of the beast snuffled in his ear. Y/N pushed Roscoe's fat head away as Chibs rubbed his ear frantically.

"Lemme take them out and then we can resume this." She gave his beard a playful tug before sliding off of him.

"No, no." Chibs grunt as he followed her to standing. "I got 'em." He slipped his kutte off and handed it to her with a wink. "You go ge' comfortable." Y/N watched Reba and Roscoe eagerly follow Chibs to the back door. She went to hang his kutte on the hooks by the front door when an idea struck her.

When Chibs came back inside and sent the dogs off to their beds, he made sure doors were locked before heading to Y/N’s bedroom where he was sure she’d gone off to. There was a warm glow in the room from the table lamps on either side of the bed which had first drawn his attention when he walked in.

"Hey, handsome." Chibs spun on his heel, his back to the bed and his breath caught. "This comfortable enough?" Y/N teased, biting her bottom lip and looking up at him through her lashes.

"Uh, y-yeah. Tha' looks migh'y com-comfy, Y/N girl." He stuttered as he took in the sight. Y/N wore nothing but small black lacy boy shorts and his kutte. The leather hung almost to her knees. She held the sides of the front open just enough to see her bare torso with a tease of sideboob, most of her breasts hidden behind the kutte. She sashayed across the room to him and ran her hands up his chest before pressing herself against him.

"It's not taboo, is it? Wearing your kutte? I know how important a kutte is to an MC." She asked, suddenly nervous she'd done something bad. Chibs cupped her face in his hands and smiled softly, regaining his composure.

"No, luv. This is... this is perfectly fine. This is good." He rubbed his hands down her bare arms, watching the goosebumps breakout in his wake and took her hands, guiding her towards the bed. "Ya look so sexy in leather." He growled lowly.

"And you," Y/N reached for his shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying and ricocheting off the walls. "look overdressed." She purred, lightly scratching his chest.

"Ya shoul' bloody well fix tha'." He urged before pressing his lips to hers. Chibs yanked his arms free and flung his shirt somewhere while Y/N's hands tugged his belt undone. He broke the kiss to watch her working his jeans open and push them down his legs before he kicked them aside and pushed his kutte off her shoulders. Y/N took his kutte and carefully hung it on the back of her desk chair. When she turned back, Chibs was balling his socks up and adding them to the mess on the floor leaving them both in their underwear. Y/N's eyes zoned in on the prominent outline of his hard and ready cock straining against his black boxer briefs and had to check herself for drool. Chibs chuckled deeply and palmed his member.

"Do ya see wha' ya do ta me, leannan? How hard ya make me?" He husked. He reached out and took her wrist, placing her hand where his had been. Y/N gave him a firm squeeze making Chibs groan softly. He cupped her core in response, pressing the heel of his palm into her clit over her underwear. "Alrea'y so wet fer me. Yer panties are soaked."

"Uh-huh." Was all she could muster up as she stepped closer to him.

"So beau'iful." Chibs whispered as he softly dragged his hands up her torso and cupped her supple breasts, kneading them. He guide Y/N to the bed, urging her to lay down. She did as he wanted and watched as he studied her body, taking in every inch of her. He grinned devilishly as he hooked his fingers into her panties and slowly pulled them down her legs, tossing them aside before crawling onto the bed. He eased her legs apart, laying on his stomach and noisily kissing her inner thighs.

"Filip, please." Y/N muttered, one hand clutching the comforter as the other knotted in his hair.

"Tell me wha' ya wan'." He spoke against her skin, nipping and sucking her flesh everywhere around where he knew she wanted him most. She tugged his hair, trying to move his head where she wanted. "Uh-uh. I wanna hear ya say it." Chibs scratched his beard lightly on her skin just above her most sensitive nub. Y/N let out a high pitched whine.

"Don't tease me!" She huffed. "I want your tongue, your lips, your teeth! Please!" Chibs hummed and leaned towards her yearning pussy. Then he swiftly moved away, making his way up the bed beside her. Y/N whined and jumbled words around in protest until she took in his wicked grin and lust blown eyes.

"Up." A single word command was all it took for Y/N to do as told after seeing the look on his face. Chibs laid back resting his head on a pillow and motioned for Y/N. She shivered when she realized what he wanted and as casually as she could in her excitement, shuffled up to beside his shoulder and carefully moved to straddle his chest. "Good girl." He brought his hands up and caressed her backside, pushing her forward. Y/N moved until her body hovered over his mouth. Chibs inhaled deeply through his nose and sighed. "I bet ya taste as good as ya smell, my love." He tilt his chin up and licked a slow trail between her folds. Y/N quivered and gripped the top of her headboard for support. "Mm, jus' like Ambrosia." Chibs moaned softly.

"Food of the Gods, huh?" She gasped as he leaned up again and lapped at her dripping hole.

"Oh, yes. My Goddess." His deep voice rumbled. The vibrations of the bass in his voice sent thrills up Y/N’s spine and she let her head fall back, moaning towards the ceiling.

“Fuck, Filip. Just like that.” She plead.

“Eyes on me, baby.” He demanded, pulling away. Y/N protest his stopping and looked down at him, her hair falling forward like curtains to hide her face from the rest of the world. She bit her lip at the sight of his facial hair glistening with her excitement. Chibs sucked her swollen clit harshly and nipped it with his teeth as he watched her fight to keep her eyes open and trained on him. He slid one hand down from gripping her ass and swiftly insert a slender finger into her wet heat.

Y/N felt her orgasm building rapidly. When Chibs add a second finger, he crooked them in a ‘come hither’ motion and thrust them roughly. He was hitting just the right spot prompting Y/N to let loose a string of profanities a sailor would blush at. Chibs fingered her through her climax only stopping when he felt her full weight- not that she weighed much without bricks in her pockets- settle on his chin and neck. He helped scoot her down to straddle his chest and admired his handiwork. Y/N was blissed out and attempting to regulate her breathing and heart rate. She glanced down at him and weakly punched his shoulder seeing the cocky grin plastered on her old man’s face. Chibs swat her butt and motioned for her to move. Y/N acquiesce and dropped to the bed beside him with a grunt.

“Still wit’ me?” Chibs inquired with a knowing smirk.

“Shut the fuck up.” Y/N scoffed. Chibs put his hand over his heart and gasped.

“Ya wound me, leannan.” He exclaimed dramatically before moving to get off the bed. “I guess ya don’ wan’ anymore then.” He sighed. Y/N reached out and snatched his wrist before he could stand.

“Now, I didn’t say that.” She remarked before yanking him back to her and giggling mischievously as Chibs cover her body with his own and attacked her neck, ready for the fun to continue well into the early morning hours.

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Haunted - Pt. 2

He wasn’t expecting any sort of company so soon, especially not the very next day of having moved in. A loud banging on the door woke the boy up from his slumber, who slowly raised his head - which was covered in packing peanuts that stuck to his face from having his head buried in a semi-unpacked box - and was quickly jolted awake by a rather violent “Get out here and greet your old man, boy!”

 Shit.

Black scrambled up to his feet, frantically wiping away what packing peanuts stuck to his sweaty face, and stumbled down the hallway and fumbled for the doorknob, quickly opening the door just as the man on the other side swung for another pound - and socked the boy right on the nose. 

 ���Black,” the man shouted, shaking his hand as his face cringed slightly, “give me some warning next time!” He was a big man - muscular, a sway in his every step, which sounded more like stomps of a giant - and his strength matched his appearance. His hair was shaggy, trimmed at the sides, black with hints of gray, and his bushy mustache was made to match. He wore a maroon windbreaker, cargo pants made for utility rather than fashion, and black boots. 

 Holding his now aching nose, Black only gave a small grunt in confirmation, tears pricking his eyes. He sneezed. 

 “Sorry, dad-”

 “Black.” 

 “Sorry, sir,” he corrected himself, sneezing once more. While Black was busy sneezing his brains out - and making sure he wasn’t bleeding - his father nudged his way past him and down the hall, giving a small hum of disapproval at the dark furniture within the home. 

 “Kitchen’s all nice and pretty, boy,” he began, giving the room a once-over, “but if I would’ve known you would’ve kept the house like this I would’ve gotten you an apartment.”

 “You get used to it,” Black breathed, following his father. “Sir, it’s not that I don’t want your company,” he didn’t, “but what’re you doing here?”

 “Something struck me that maybe you’d want some of your left behind belongings.” At this, Black perked up. His father came all the way to the new home to give Black his belongings? He could barely believe it.

 “Stop lookin’ at me like that and help me in the car,” his father roared, pushing his way past the boy, down the hall, and towards the pick up truck. “And we need to fix these panels!” Suddenly, the house gave a rumble, one which Black could feel in his gut and that made his father eye the house with a dirty eye. “And that damn pipeline, too.” 

 With a slight groan, Black followed his father out the door, head hung low before perking up once more at the sight of the boxes on the back. His father handed him two boxes to carry, and as Black made his way up the small steps up to the porch, a sudden meow caught his attention. Looking down, the boy saw an all too familiar feline rubbing against his leg - a subtle, white spotted marking covered the black cat’s forehead, ears curved in a way that almost made them look like devil horns, and its eyes were a deep shade of red. The feline’s build seemed to be a mix of muscular and lean.

 “Hey, buddy!” Black exclaimed, kneeling down to place the boxes beside him before reaching a hand out to the cat. “Came to visit me, too?” The cat purred softly and nudged the boy’s hand, rubbing its head against the palm, earning a scratch to the underside of its chin.

 “Now what’s taking you so-” Black’s father stopped midway as he saw the boy and the cat together and gave a growl, stomping towards them. “What the hell is that vermin doing here?”

 The feline fixed the man a hard gaze, too knowing for a cat, and Black quickly stood, grabbing it and hiding it behind the flap of his hoodie. As his father neared, the cat gave a loud yowl before hissing, lips pulling back and exposing dangerously sharp teeth.

 “You didn’t bring him?”

 “Why the hell would I? Damn thing musta hitched!”

 Black frowned, stepping back from the burly man. “Just give me a moment da- sir. I won’t be long!” Rushing in before his father could say anything, Black went to the living room and carefully placed the cat down - who began kneading at the cushion. “Just stay here and make yourself at home, buddy,” Black gave the feline a little scratch behind the ears, smiling as the cat purred. “Just please, try not to rip anything up.” A nod was his only reply. Satisfied, Black ran back out to help his father, who was yelling profanity after profanity regarding the routine riddled with interruptions.

 It took up most of the day, but Black had managed to survive a day of unloading boxes and fixing up out-of-place slabs of wood on the porch - and convincing (begging) his dad not to tear down a part of the wall in order to fix up the pipes.

 “Finally,” Black mumbled, watching as the pick-up truck drove off and waving his father goodbye. It was evening now, the sun just beginning to set and painting the outside world with shades of orange and purple. As much as he would have loved to admire the natural painting, he had unpacking to do, and, with a final, deep breath, he made his way back inside, locked the door, went into the living room - where the cat still lay on one of the cushions - and fell on the fainting couch beside the armchair that held the cat. 

The feline dropped from its perch to hop onto Black’s stomach, kneading before finally laying down, earning a soft pet on its head and a smile from the boy.

“Nice little surprise, you coming here. I guess I should find you some real food tomorrow, huh?” A purr. “That’s what I thought. C’mon, I need to finish unpacking everything.” The cat wouldn’t budge.

He spent the rest of the night on the couch, a cat on his stomach, and in a deep sleep.