#22 and #97 from your smut prompt list, please? 🥹 whit chibs of course. thank you 💘
18+ only of course.
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Sweetness was not something Filip Chibs Telford was accustomed to. In fact, he would most likely argue that there had never been any place for a sense of sweetness in his life, not even during his childhood.
He’d been raised on the streets of Glasgow and Belfast running wild and causing havoc more often than not. His poor sweet mother had worked so hard and so often that Chibs had been left to his own devices which usually consisted of running amuck with the other kids in the housing estate he’d been raised in.
It was in the housing estate in Belfast where he’d met Fiona Larkin who had shown him more than one way to get into trouble. She’d introduced him to the cause; a fight for a free and independent Ireland.
There was no room for sweetness in the fight. That world was one filled with chaos and violence.
He had known so little gentleness during that time. His Kerrianne of course had given him a sense of peace even with all the savagery that had been required by the cause.
That sense of peace had been so cruelly ripped away from him though. The peace he’d known for such a little amount of time had been yanked out from under him leaving him a broken shell of a man.
When he had been so violently and traumatically banished from the cause, losing his family in the process, he’d found himself lost until SAMBEL had come to provide him with shelter.
That shelter was another environment where violence and ruthlessness was a natural part of life.
He’d embraced the ruthlessness and mayhem telling himself that he no longer cared about what happened to him.
He’d lost his wife and child and no longer had a place in the cause. He had thrown himself into SAMBEL with everything he had.
When SAMCRO had required a patch over from the Belfast Charter to ease tensions between the charters and the IRA, Chibs had been a natural choice. He was a loyal Son with knowledge of the cause.
The MC had been his salvation and he’d thrown his loyalty fully into both charters.
SAMBEL and SAMCRO had offered a sense of belonging and a purpose. The belonging had a price though. The world of the MC was one of brotherhood but the brotherhood required sacrifice. That sacrifice meant embracing danger and brutality without question or fear.
Gentleness was not something Chibs had been allowed. Even when his Kerrianne had been brought back into his life; he could not fully return to a life of gentleness.
Chibs had felt as though his life was far too often one of harsh violence. It was the reality of the life he’d chosen. He had accepted the reality of his world.
He loved his brothers deeply and he loved his daughter, but he was comfortable with doing what was necessary for SAMCRO. He was a loyal Son after all. He would do what was asked of him no matter how brutal it might be.
He’d never thought it would be possible to ever feel any sense of gentleness. He’d told himself that sweetness was not meant for men like him.
So, imagine his shock when she came into his life.
Y/N was the definition of sweetness. He guessed it made sense given her line of work.
If anyone had told him that the nanny Tara had hired to help with Abel Teller, during her husband and a few other members of SAMCRO’s fourteen month stint in the San Joaquin County Correctional Facility, would be so appealing Chibs would not have believed it.
When he heard grumbles from Gemma about this new nanny, Chibs had been expecting some older lass. He’d been anticipating some grandmotherly type.
Y/N was no one's grandmother.
She was far younger than he’d been anticipating and far more alluring. Chibs had almost felt guilty finding her so seductive considering the very first time he’d laid eyes upon her she’d been doing something quite innocent; coloring with Abel Teller.
He’d told himself that he was a total pervert, almost Tig-level, to be staring right down at Y/N’s cleavage when she’d been doing something as pure as coloring with a toddler.
It had been lust at first sight. Then she’d gazed up at Chibs and given him a demure little smile, and then he was certain it had been love at first sight.
It was in that moment that Chibs Telford had realized he was absolutely fucked just not quite in the way he’d like to be when it came to the young pretty nanny.
He’d tried so hard to deny exactly what his heart and the lower region of his body was screeching it wanted.
He’d told himself that there was no use finding Y/N attractive or admiring her sweet little smile. She most likely would have zero interest in an aging outlaw biker. He’d figured that a girl as sweet and as appealing as her most likely had a man.
Besides, he’d tried to convince himself, he had so much work to do. This was no time to be distracted by a pretty young thing.
The majority of his brothers were locked up and there were only a handful of guys keeping the club afloat. His focus had to be on SAMCRO.
This was no time to even entertain the concept of romancing Abel Teller’s pretty nanny.
It seemed that fate had decided to laugh in his face though as it constantly seemed to plant Y/N right on the property of TM Auto and the Sons clubhouse.
With as much of a fuss as Gemma had made about the hiring of Y/N, the Queen of SAMCRO had grown quite fond of little Miss. Y/N.
In fact, Chibs had gotten the strangest inkling that Gemma had hopes to set up the pretty little nanny with a Son. He’d maybe accidentally overheard Gemma’s attempts to point out available Sons to Y/N and the little causal questions about if Y/N had a man.
He’d hated to admit that Gemma’s clear attempts to sniff out Y/N’s interest in a Son did trouble him quite a bit. He’d maybe felt the slightest smidge of annoyance when Gemma would mention Kozik to Y/N or even his incarcerated brother Juice. He’d found himself mentally grumbling that neither man seemed worthy of Y/N though he’d felt like an old fool for the thought.
It seemed that Gemma’s approval of Y/N was born out of the fact that the woman was a godsend to Tara during such a trying time.
She had to admit that the young woman was a great help to her pregnant daughter in law.
The young woman was good with Abel, which was a high task. The little boy was high energy and required some extra care given the heart condition he’d been born with required medication and a watchful eye.
Y/N had proven to be a responsible caregiver with a seemingly endless sense of patience.
Chibs hated to admit he’d noticed and admired the way Y/N seemed to take on the Teller boy without ever breaking that sweet demeanor.
It seemed that Gemma had been approving of the fact that Y/N was comfortable enough around TM Auto and seemed to be wise enough not to question the legality of the men her boss was so acquainted with.
Most of the time Chibs had been able to avoid making nothing more than polite small talk with Y/N. She was usually a little busy with Abel after all. She was even on occasion willing to watch over the Winston children as well as Lyla’s boy which Lyla and Opie were happy to pay for.
So, given that Y/N was usually surrounded by children, Chibs had found that he could not do much more than make some polite small talk…that he might on occasion be bold enough to tack on just the slightest hint of flirtation to.
He had been relieved that if she’d noticed the flirting she’d not seemed opposed to it. In fact, at times it had felt as though she was even flirting back just a little.
The change from polite acquaintances to friendship had come when Y/N’s car had broken down on the side of the road.
When a tow truck had been called from TM Auto, Chibs had been the one to answer the call. In fact, he’d been the one who had practically tripped over himself to answer the call once he found out it was Y/N who was calling.
The ride to TM Auto had started with small talk until Chibs had found himself asking a bit of a deeper question.
“How’d ye get into child mindin? If ye don’t mind me askin?”
Y/N had shrugged her shoulders, a small sheepish smile crossing her features as she toyed with the strap to her purse. “I have always been good with kids…even when I was a kid. It’s a long story…but I guess to make the long story short, I grew up in and out of foster homes. More often than not they weren’t great homes, and there were usually a lot of kids. The last few I lived in, they kind of sucked. Someone had to look out for the kids.I had to grow up fast, but on the bright side it gave me a skillset that I can use”
Chibs furrowed his brow, something in his heart twisting at the tale. He spoke before he could stop himself. “What bout yer family? There was no one?”
“Not anyone responsible enough nor willing. My parents just weren’t…ready. The rest of my family was in trouble with the law more often than not, so I wasn’t really able to go to any of them. The second I turned eighteen I was officially aged out of the system. I had to find a path on my own and figure it out. I waitressed for a few years, but the money wasn’t too great. The nanny thing seemed like a better path. I found an ad in the paper looking for a nanny that had decent pay and I applied. I lived in a bigger city back then, down in Southern California, and there were some affluent families that were willing to pay me pretty well even if I didn’t have the same qualifications as some other options. They liked how good I was with the kids and they liked that I was a student at the time. I was able to take a few classes while I nannied, art classes, ceramics and painting…I had hopes at one point I could make a career out of that, but life doesn’t always turn out the way we hoped.”
“What brings ye to Charming, we ain’t exactly a big city? Doesn’t seem like many nanny jobs out ere compared to the city.” Chibs blurted out a frown still written across his features as he thought of her past and how it seemed she’d had no one to care for her as a child. He could relate to a sense of feeling alone and abandoned by those who should protect you.
He felt his heart twist even more at the mention of life not turning out the way she’d hoped. He could relate to this feeling as well.
Y/N paled at the question gazing at the older man beside her. She debated telling the truth. She feared what his reaction might be to the truth. Even worse, she feared he’d go off and share the information with Tara who would only view her as a risk to keep as an employee.
She sighed deciding that there was no use in lying. She had to hope and pray that Chibs Telford would not betray her secrets. “I was dating this guy…he got kind of intense and I decided that I…I just, I needed to get away…I wasn’t happy in the city. I was lonely more often than not…I needed a change. Charming seemed like as good of a place as any. I needed a break from school anyhow, I think I just wanted some change.”
Chibs furrowed his brow a sense of something that unsettled him settling down in his gut at the mention of this ex. He held back any further questions about it, unable to keep the flirty tone from his voice, the words leaving him before he could stop them. “Aye, I know the feeling, bein lonely…I’m glad ye chose Charming, Love. If ye ever feel lonely around here, I’m around. I find I’m pretty good company.”
Y/N felt that warm feeling blossom in her chest the way she’d noticed it did far too often when it came to Chibs Telford. “Me too, I am happy here. I’ll keep that in mind.”
The conversation had helped build an odd sort of friendship between the pair. In between dealing with club business, Chibs had found himself gravitating towards Y/N and she’d seemed willing to accept his company.
She usually wound up bringing Abel up to TM Auto at least twice a week at Gemma’s insistence. During those visits Chibs found reasons to visit with her.
The change in the odd friendship they’d developed had come when Lyla had invited Y/N to a Friday night bash. She was off nanny duty and Lyla had coaxed Y/N into a fun night out.
She’d insisted that a woman Y/N’s age needed to let loose. Y/N had anxiously accepted the offer telling herself that a night out couldn’t hurt even if it was in SAMCRO’s clubhouse.
Nothing had prepared Chibs for the sight of Y/N walking into a Friday night party clinging close to Lyla, wearing the most alluring little lilac dress.
He’d noticed that he was not the only man admiring her that night. When a club hangaround had taken too much interest Chibs had felt a much needed push to make his move.
He’d approached her with enough brazeness, his arm wrapping around her waist the words leaving him. “Let me get ye a drink, Love, come keep a lad company.”
A few shots, some lingering touches, and a game of darts had been all it had taken for Chibs’ lips to land against hers.
When they’d parted, doubts had begun to plague his mind, the words flying from his lips. “I am such a prick, ye have been drinkin an ye aint in the right state of mind to allow this shite.”
She’d rolled her eyes staring up at him like he was an idiot as she’d spoken. “I have been trying to get you to want to kiss me for months now, Filip. Just because we have both had a little liquid courage to push us towards this doesn’t mean I’m incapable of knowing what I want. What I want is you.”
He sighed his throat tightening up the words leaving him praying he was not dropping a bombshell on her. “I aint what ye need, Love. I know yer a smart lass…ye probably have noticed that yer boss and her associates ain't exactly operating on the right side of the law.”
Y/N took him by shock, the words leaving her. “I had my suspicions. I didn’t exactly come from saints, Filip. I wasn’t brought up around people who walked on the right side of the law both within my own family and in the occasional foster home I wound up in. It’s nothing new to me. I figured out just who and what my boss’ husband was the first time Tara had me take Abel by TM and I spotted the clubhouse and the kuttes. I won’t pretend that I wasn’t a little freaked out…but I am not about to bite the hand that feeds me, or pays me in this scenario.”
She paused, staring into his eyes her words earnest. “I find it hard to think you aren’t what I need. I have never felt as though I wasn’t safe around you or the people you associate with. I don’t particularly care what side of the law you’re walking on. I enjoy being around you. I am pretty accustomed to not feeling like I have a place in the world, it’s a feeling that’s always followed me, but when I’m with you, I think I might just have found a place in the world.”
She’d paused, spotting the doubts in his eyes before she spoke again. “You kiss me again tomorrow, the answer isn’t going to change. I know exactly what I want.”
He’d not had a chance to give a kiss the next morning as she had been the one to do it. She’d proudly knocked on his dorm room, her lips meeting his as the door had opened the words leaving her. “See, told you so.”
He’d stared down at her dumbfounded as she spoke, her shoulders slumping, fearing she’d misread this entire situation that she was sure had been building between them. “Am I wrong about any of this? You can tell me if I am totally misinterpreting anything. I’m a big girl, I can take rejection, Filip. We can just pretend that this never happened if that’s what you prefer.”
He’d shown her that he was very much not rejecting her, his lips meeting hers. His hands had taken hers dragging her into his dorm room where he’d shown her that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
That sense of want had not disappeared in their time together.
Y/N had shown Chibs Telford a sense of sweetness he had never thought possible nor had he ever believed he deserved.
Much to his relief she’d proven that she did not mind what side of the law he walked on. She had proven to him time and time again that she was remaining by his side no matter what chaos his life might bring to her feet. She was loyal and trusting. She was willing to accept who he was in its entirety.
She had time and time again reassured him that he was good to her and that was what mattered to her at the end of the day.
She had spent a year by his side thus far and had become his greatest support and his most cherished treasure.
She no longer worked as the nanny for the Teller-Knowles family, but had still remained by Chibs’ side and a part of the world of SAMCRO. She’d become his ol lady.
Her place as his ol lady had of course meant that her career path had taken a turn. Not many people were thrilled to hire a woman who very bluntly ran around with the local outlaw biker club.
Chibs had felt guilty at first, fearing he’d taken her from a job she loved.
She had embraced the change though. She’d taken some shifts helping Gemma out in the office at TM Auto and had begun to take classes online with Chibs’ encouragement. She was trying her hand at art again, hoping that she might make a career out of it selling paintings and ceramics online.
Being practically self employed meant that no one could judge the man she had fallen in love with.
For Chibs it was a love he was thankful for. He had devoted himself to being worthy of the love she so willingly gave him.
He never thought he could have someone who treated him with such gentleness.
She might have told him that she felt like she’d found her place in the world beside him, but he had to think it was the other way around.
He had found his place by her side.
Much to his delight the crow that had recently been inked onto her skin confirmed that she wanted to be by his side as badly as he realized he needed her there.
He knew of course that no one would take a look at them and think they belonged together; the sweet former nanny and the outlaw biker. They were an odd match but he was pleased that she was willing to accept the world he came with.
He couldn’t help but to feel a smug sense of satisfaction in this moment knowing no one would surely believe that the sweet young woman would love the outlaw biker enough to currently be engaging in this activity with him.
He sat on the edge of his bed in his dorm room, the stresses he’d endured today too far away to grasp as Y/N knelt between his parted legs. She rested on her knees, her lips wrapped around his aching cock.
He knew no one would ever believe that his sweet ol lady would so eagerly drop to her knees for him with so little coaxing on his part.
He groaned, his hand pressed to the back of her head, his fingers wrapped in her hair holding it back so that he could have a full view of her treatment of him.
He spoke the words low and filled with praise. “Oh, Love. So good fer me. Shite, ye love this, don’t ye?”
She hummed around him in response, clearly giving him an affirmative answer, the action making him groan.
He spoke, continuing to stare down at her. “Fuck yes, ye love takin care of this cock. Ye fuckin thrive on wrappin those soft lips round me and takin me down yer throat. No one would believe my sweet lass loves suckin me off.”
She moaned around him again the act causing a pleasant vibration around his aching member. He responded by pushing her head down further, a deep groan leaving his lips as he hit the back of her throat causing her to gag ever so slightly.
She reached forward grasping onto his balls massaging them as she hallowed her cheeks making him groan her name.
She pulled her lips from him and her hand from his balls causing him to let out a disappointed whine.
The disappointment did not last for long as she wrapped a hand around him, stroking him. She gazed upwards towards him as she spoke her voice so pleasantly raspy given her most recent activity. “I love you.”
“Love ye too, Christ, I love ye.” He groaned, his hand pulling from the back of her head reaching down to caress her cheek.
She leaned into his touch a little pleased soft sigh leaving her as she continued to stroke him.
He turned her head, her lips running along his palm. He ran his thumb along her swollen lips, she taking the hint wrapping her lips around it sucking the digit with the same intensity she would suck his cock.
He groaned his cock twitching at the action. She ran her tongue along the pad of his thumb the same way she ran it along the tip of his cock when she felt like teasing him.
The action made him groan he pulling his thumb from her mouth placing his hands at her cheeks as he spoke. “Get up ere, Love. Don’t make me wait.”
She obediently released his cock causing a groan to leave him. He spitting in his hand before reaching down and stroking his cock his eyes on her as she stood up.
He spoke his voice a low growl. “Take off those panties, sweetheart. Let me see ye.”
She did as he said shimmying out of the thin cotton fabric allowing it to fall to the floor before kicking it off.
“Get rid of the bra too.” He demanded as he scooted back in his bed resting his back against the headboard he reluctantly releasing his aching cock to do so.
She did as she was told unable to resist the urge to run her hands along her bare breasts. Chibs watched a groan of approval leaving his lips as she tugged at her nipples the little buds hardening to a point.
He spoke his voice low and filled with admiration. “Yer so fucking gorgeous. Perfect, Love.”
“You’re gorgeous.” She was fast to respond earning a deep chuckle from him a smirk crossing his lips.
“Aye, pretty lass, but terrible taste.” He teased causing her to roll her eyes as she sauntered towards him.
She spoke as she stared down at him her hand reaching out to stroke his cheek he leaning into her touch on instinct. “You are a terribly handsome man, Filip Telford.”
He felt the genuine smile tug at the corner of his lips he quite sure he did not believe her, but the praise was nice all the same.
He patted his thighs he reluctantly pulling from her touch. “Ride me, Love. Been thinkin bout this all day. Fuckin shite with the Irish has pissed me off. Need my ol lady to take care of me.”
She willingly straddled his lap placing either leg on the side of his thighs. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders pressing her body close to his.
He groaned at the feel of her body pressed so snug against his the wet hot heat of her center so close to his aching cock and her hard nipples pressed to his chest.
He reached up massaging her breasts his thumbs sliding along her nipples causing a pleased sigh to leave her her head falling back. He pressed soft kisses to her exposed neck knowing he’d already left a few love bites in his wake earlier this evening.
She would most likely have to use quite a bit of concealer to cover his marks, but this had become a familiar task for her. Though to be honest on occasion when she was feeling particularly cheeky she might forgo the concealer and let the hickeys he’d branded her with be on full exposure knowing he got a certain sense of pride when his brothers teased him over the marks on her neck.
She grinded her hips against him her center sliding along his aching cock teasingly not giving in to taking him just yet.
He leaned down just enough to wrap his lips around one of her nipples suckling eagerly at the little bud rolling it between his teeth as his hand massaged her breast. The action worked a moan from her lips her hips grinding against him even more fervently.
He gripped down onto her backside, with the hand that was not occupied by her breast, his fingers digging into the flesh a groan leaving his lips vibrating against her breast.
She spoke her mind feeling hazy lust overtaking any sense of shame she may have had. “Oh, Daddy, you feel so good and you aren’t even in me yet.”
He pulled from her breast almost uncertain he’d heard her correctly.
She felt her hips still dread washing over her as her lust filled brain cleared enough to realize what had just been said.
He spoke questioning the comment. “Did ye jus call me Daddy?”
She buried her head against the nape of his neck a whine leaving her her skin flushing from far more than arousal. She spoke her words muffled against his neck. “I just killed the mood didn’t I?”
She spoke another mortified whine leaving her. “Can we forget this entire conversation?”
“Not a fuckin chance.” Chibs remarked coaxing her into pulling back she groaning fearing the worst almost sure she’d turned him off.
She spoke the words frantic. “I don’t have daddy issues…I mean, I might…but I probably have Mommy issues too…I don’t see you as some kind of father figure, I swear to God. This isn’t some kind of fucked up thing where my desire for a father figure somehow got crosswired with sexual attraction. I promise that this isn’t some weird kink for me. I can not imagine how uncomfortable blurting that out must make you feel when we never even discussed it. I mean…you’re a dad and it’s so fucking weird. I promise you I will never do this again. I am so so so sorr…”
He spoke interrupting her before she had a chance to keep spiraling. “Lass, calm down and take a breath aye? Yer makin me outta breath with yer ramblin.”
He spoke again before she had a chance to apologize. “Ye didn’t make shite weird. It ain’t weird. As far as kinks, it aint the weirdest one out there. I know ye don’t see me as some kinda da figure. I ain’t relatin that word to me bein a parent. My daughter calls me Da fer fucks sake. As far as daddy issues…I got em too, Lass. Barely knew my own Da. Most people got daddy issues in my experience at least in the crowd we know. I got plenty of my own shite feelings bout my father. I know neither of us are workin out shite from our childhoods on each other, Love.”
He groaned at the mention of his own childhood and his status as a parent; it not quite something that he enjoyed discussing, especially when he had a beautiful nude woman still pressed so close to his bare cock.
He pressed a kiss to her cheek his voice reassuring. “As far as ye callin me Daddy…I like it. Reminds me that I protect ye, take care of ye. I like takin care of my ol lady.”
He paused pressing another kiss to her cheek. “Ye can call me Daddy all ye want, Love. Trust me, Daddy wants to make his ol lady feel so good.”
He took her hand in his pressing a kiss to her knuckles before guiding it down his body pressing it against his hard cock the words strained as she touched him. “See what ye do to me, Love? This aint a turn off fer me.”
She whined her center clenching at the words and reassurance. She felt her cheeks flush as she spoke, deciding to dip her toes in the water. “Does Daddy want me to ride his cock?”
“Fuck yes, always my Love.” He groaned a whine leaving him as she pulled her hand from his cock.
He reached down between them taking himself in hand. He ran his aching cock along her center a hiss leaving him. “Yer so wet, jus drippin Sweet Love.”
“Just for you Daddy.” She replied preening at the groan that left him at the words his eyes staring into hers dark with lust.
He positioned himself at her, opening his hand placing against her hip encouraging her to lower herself, taking him in slowly inch by inch.
He stared up at her in awe moments like this always taking his breath away. It was that first initial press of his cock into her aching center that just did it for him. It was something about the sight of her; her head fallen back, her lips parted a soft gasp leaving her, her skin flushed. She looked so serene and almost angelic an amusing thought given that they were doing something so far from innocent.
She whined as he entered her to the hilt, he always feeling as though he was almost too much at this angle. She was always overtaken how full and deliciously stretched she felt in this position.
Chibs Telford’s cock was far too magnificent though she would not often praise him over it. The man didn’t need another reason to be cocky, no pun intended.
He pressed his hands to her hips massaging the soft skin letting her adjust to him his breathing deep and steady as he tried to resist the urge to thrust up into her.
He spoke his voice filled with adoration. “That’s my Love, takin me jus right. Feels like home in ye. Could stay here forever. Needed this so bad Sweet Love. After the fuckin horrible day I had, needed my girl.”
She moaned the words washing over like a caress making her heart ache with adoration.
She knew things had been tense as of lately dealing with club business. She could remember how hesitant he’d been to share the reality of just what SAMCRO did with her as their romantic relationship had blossomed.
It had taken a lot of reassurance and coaxing from her to make him believe it was okay to open up to her about it. She had to remind him that it was not just his burden to carry. She loved him and love meant sharing burdens and holding one another up.
She had found that even if the details he shared with her could be disturbing at times and terrifying at others, she adored him enough to want to listen. She wanted to reassure him when he needed it and comfort him when reassurance did not seem enough.
She pressed her lips to his her voice soft. “Love you Filip.”
“Love ye.” he replied the words barely leaving him before she began to rock against him, his hands gripping down onto her hips encouraging her movements.
He groaned at the heat of her and the soaking silken feel of her around his aching cock. He was not lying. She felt like home. No matter how chaotic and frightening his life felt; her body always gave him a sense of comfort and security.
He pressed his forehead to hers, his hands caressing her hips and bottom as she found a rhythm back and forth up and down.
She placed a hand against the back of his head stroking his hair, her lips pressing to his their tongues teasingly sliding against one anothers in open mouthed kisses. They moaned against the kisses becoming lost in the feel of one another’s bodies.
He groaned the sensation of her sinking down on to his cock and rising before repeating the action making him feel dizzy. He gazed down at her breasts a groan of approval leaving him as he watched them bounce with the movement. The sight was always a pleasing one.
She giggled spotting where his gaze had landed. He was and had always been a breast man, though Chibs was quick to claim he tended to like every part of a woman. She would quickly point out to him though that upon their first meeting she’d noticed his eyes locked on her tits.
She spoke a gasp leaving her as Chibs gripped down onto her hips pulling her down harder onto him he hitting her at a deeper angle reaching so far into her that she had to tremble at the feeling. “Jesus, Fuck, Filip, right there.”
“Aye righ there? Ye like it when Daddy fucks ye like this?” He teased a moan leaving her her clit throbbing at the words any shame she may have felt earlier a little too far away to grasp.
“I do, does Daddy like this pussy?” She asked the question earning a smack to her backside, the action making her let out a delighted squeak.
“Ye know I do, Love. Love this pussy. Fuckin heaven on my cock.” He praised her, giving her backside another smack smiling at the little noise that left her.
She moaned as he continued to encourage her to bounce on his cock his gaze going back and forth between her breasts and the look of pleasure on her features. It was at times like this that he wished he had two sets of eyes so he could admire both sights.
He spoke encouraging her movements. “That’s my good girl, ridin me, takin care of me. Jus like I take care of her, aye?”
“Uh huh, takes such good care of me, Baby.” She whined her hands caressing his body her nails digging into his scalp and shoulders causing a hiss to leave his lips.
She tugged at his hair forcing his head up so her lips could meet his a groan leaving his lips at the dominant action. She was the only woman in the world who he would willingly allow himself to show such a submissive action to.
He had found that he enjoyed little peeks of domination in her. She’d been so shy the first few times they’d made love. Anytime he could encourage her and make her comfortable enough to take the reins made him harder than he was sure he’d been in his entire life.
He spoke his voice soft, his grip tightening on her hips. “Touch yer clit, Sweet girl. Come on, help Daddy get ye there.”
She did as he said her hand trailing down her body finding the oversenstive little bud knowing any stimulation to it always made her pussy drenched.
During her single years she had quickly learned that any toying with the sensitive bundle of nerves would make her cum far too quick. It was helpful when she needed to get off and didn’t have much time.
She rubbed circular patterns into the bud, a moan leaving her lips. “Fuck, Filip, Oh shit.”
“Feel good, Love?” He teased already knowing the answer judging by her reaction.
He’d spent long enough rubbing her clit and overstimulating her as he ate her out and fingered her. He’d learned long ago how to pleasure her to the brink of insanity. He took pride in taking care of what was his and making it clear to her that he was capable of making her feel so good.
“Shit, yes. Fucking feels so good, Oh God.” She whined her thighs trembling at the action she struggling to keep up a rhythm as she grinded against him.
He placed his hands at her hips strong enough to guide her hips, his eyes studying her face wishing he’d thought to lie back for this so he could have a clear view of her toying with her clit.
The closeness of sitting up while she rode him was too tempting to ignore though. He’d needed the closeness after the stressful awful day he’d had dealing with club business.
He wanted to be as close as possible to the love of his life as she rode him out. He didn’t want to think about anything but the woman straddling his hips riding his cock. As far as he was concerned nothing existed outside of this room at this moment.
She whined a heat pooling deep in her abdomen, her body spiraling closer and closer to release the feel of his cock inside of her and her fingers on her aching clit pushing her close to her end.
She spoke her voice broken curses and his name spilling from her. “Filip, fuck, fuck, fuck, Oh Filip.”
He groaned, his fingers digging into her hips, he speaking, encouraging her. “Fuck yes, Cum on this cock Love.”
She whimpered, feeling lightheaded and shaky, her body trembling as the pleasure became blinding. Her center clenched around him, her orgasm hitting her hard.
He grunted at the sensation of her center fluttering around his aching cock her center so soaked and hot he was certain he could die at this moment and be utterly pleased as he went out.
He encouraged her movements even as her body jerked she falling apart above him cries of his name leaving her between moans that could only be described as carnal.
He did his best to dig his feet into the bed, bending his knees enough to help him thrust up into her as she fell apart above him. He grunted his balls aching drawing up close to his body signaling all amazing things had to come to an inevitable end.
He huffed out heavy breaths , his brow furrowing in concentration trying not to blow his load so quickly, wanting so badly to draw this out.
He spoke his voice thick with lust. “Shite, Love, ye feel too good.”
She whimpered her body growing limp against him, she feeling as though her limbs were made of jello as her orgasm tapered off.
She wrapped her arms around him, her body feeling too spent to bounce on him with as much enthusiasm as she’d previously had.
He kept his hands on her hips rocking her against him as he fucked up into her his voice needy his accent deepinging all the more. “Yer such a good girl, Yer going to make Daddy cum.”
She whimpered the words making a pleased shudder wash over her, she spoke her voice quivering her clit aching her body feeling oversensitve the movement in her almost too much. “Please, do it. Cum for me.”
She ran her hands through his hair gripping onto the back of his head forcing him to stare into her eyes as she spoke. “Please, Daddy.”
He groaned losing it at the words his hips moving at a frenzied pace his balls throbbing as he found his release. He felt himself fall over the edge shockwaves of pleasure washing over him.
He felt almost intoxicated at the sensation, his cock twitching as he spilled ropes of hot cum into her; she feeling him pulse inside of her a sense of warmth washing over her.
He murmured words of praise, his voice low and pleased. “That’s my girl, such a good girl fer me. Shite, Love. Jus what I needed.”
He sunk against the headboard, his own body feeling heavy and spent as the last of his release spilled into her.
She stroked his hair, his hands caressing her body as they both panted against one another.
He whined as his cock softened feeling oversensitve as she reluctantly pulled up off him not moving her body back from his wanting to remain pressed close to him.
He pressed his lips lazily against her skin his voice low and drowsy. “Love ye, Lass. Such a perfect love. Makin me feel so good.”
She pressed her lips against his her voice soft. “Love you too Filip.”
He spoke his voice teasing daring to gaze up at her the look on his face easily described as lovesick. “Did Daddy make ye feel good?”
She rolled her eyes a huff leaving her knowing that this newfound kink was not going anywhere any time soon.
She pressed her lips to his deciding to embrace it. “So good Daddy.”
Her lips left his she burying her face against his neck feeling adored and protected against him.
He smiled holding on to her hand undeniable sense of comfort washing over him. He stroked her skin a soft content sigh leaving him
He had never anticipated that a man like him would be allowed such sweetness, but he knew he would do whatever it took to keep it in his life.
Things that put me in little space
💕 Daddy’s voice
💛 Coloring in coloring books
💖 Daddy praising me
💕 Any Disney Channel cartoons
💛 Cute placemats
💖 Finger painting
💕 “How’s my Little Girl?
💛 Drinking outta a sippy cup
💖 Sitting in a chair where my feet don’t touch the ground
💕 Walking down a toy aisle
💛 Playing with animals
💖 Baking and making a mess
💕 Forehead kisses
💛 “You’re too little for that”
💖 Cuddling stuffed animals
Her hands clutched a sonogram picture, attention fastened onto the small, developing fetus that lay promptly in the still. The tiny being of life looked like a growing human, not so much like an alien anymore. It had 10 fingers and 10 toes, and its eyelashes, and hair on its head were beginning to form. It was about the size of an avocado currently, still very small and requiring mommy to keep he or she safe. The news of her pregnancy had been a big surprise and somewhat overwhelming.
She hadn’t been on birth control and Happy and herself never used a condom, so it shouldn’t have come as much of a shock. Yet, it was. She and Happy had only been in a relationship for a year, still budding in the honeymoon phase, and she wasn't sure how he’d take the news. A big part of her hoped that he’d take the news well, that maybe somewhere deep down beneath his rough exterior, he wanted to be a father.
A sigh passed through soft lips, stress weighing down her chest. She was nearly four months along, the doctor said both she and the baby were healthy, and the little guy or gal was growing at the expected rate. The following week, she would have blood work to do just to make sure there was nothing internally wrong. However, the doctor said there wasn’t anything to worry about, only subduing your worries momentarily. There had been signs that indicated a pregnancy, but signs she overlooked.
There was the slight morning sickness, tender breasts, and the unusual craving for dill pickles. Which she had hated ever since she was a kid. All of this she could only chalk up to an upcoming period, one that had been missing for the last 3 and a half months. Her cycles had always been off, and so the thought of a baby growing inside of her womb had never crossed her mind. Not until Happy pointed out the swelling of her breasts and the small circular curve of her lower abdomen.
Tired eyes skittered towards the clock on the stove, seeing it was only 5:30 pm. Happy would be at TM until 6:30, and that gave her time to stew and worry for an hour. The baby was not just her responsibility, but his too, and they both needed to decide on what to do. How to handle it, how to raise it, and if he even wanted to be a part of the kid’s life.
Oil and grease coated the outlaw’s hands, which were firmly curled around the handlebars of his Dyna. The engine idled lowly beneath him, boots planted on the concrete driveway keeping the piece of machinery in place. On the days that he worked at the auto shop he was usually home by 7 pm, however, when he had business with the club, his arrival varied.
Coal embers glanced in the direction of his old lady's Chevrolet Cruze parked on the street, knowing she was home. Today was her day off from the tattoo shop, and he wanted nothing more than to curl up on the couch with her and have a nice, cold beer. Cutting the engine and taking the key from the bike, he’d rise to his overwhelming, full stature. His strides were wide and predatory-like as he made his way to the front door, unlocking it and pushing it open.
The moment he was inside, he was shutting the door quietly behind him and undoing his work boots. “(Y/N?)” He called gruffly, wondering where she was. Once his boots were off and sitting by the front door, he began making his way into the living room, finding his old lady asleep peacefully on the couch. Lips twitched subtly, the corners slightly pricking into a smile, until he shook his head, regaining his hard expression once more.
He silently looked over the living room, finding everything to be in its place and clean. Something he appreciated about her, she could keep up with his neat-freak ways. Y/N wasn't messy, and she always put everything back in the proper spots. The TV played softly in the background, he assumed she had fallen asleep to whatever was on.
Turning, he’d make his way to the kitchen, intentions set on a cold booze. Happy was soon leaning down, rummaging through the fridge, while grabbing ahold of a Corona. Regaining his normal posture, his eyes danced along a photo on the fridge, pinned down by magnets. He did a double take, pupils widening before he grabbed the sonogram with a quick snap of his hands.
He read the name in tiny lettering above the image of the fetus (Y/F/N – Y/L/N) and all he could do was grit his teeth.
Happy’s muscular legs were carrying him subconsciously down the hallway and back into the living room where he flung the picture at her sleeping form. “What the fuck is this?” He spat.
The feeling of fluttering paper on her face, and then Happy’s booming voice spooked her awake. “Wha-.“ She grumbled half asleep, a hand going to her eyes where she began to rub at them frantically. “What’s going on Hap?”
Yet, her question was answered when she saw the sonogram on her chest. Easing herself up, she'd grab the photo, hurt lingering over her heart at the thought of his lack of interest in the picture of the baby they both had taken part in making.
“Answer me, little girl, what the fuck is that?” He growled.
Y/N had seen Happy angry plenty of times before, but his anger had never been directed toward her, not like this. Swallowing harshly, she'd grip the black and white photo a little tighter. “It’s a baby, it’s your baby.” She said.
The look of shock on his face made her stomach churn unhappily, and then he snapped. “No fuckin’ way is that thing mine. And if it is mine, get rid of it. I don’t fuckin’ want it.” He said. His words were enough to send her already elevated hormones, overboard.
Tears made their way front and center, brimming over her eyelids and falling down your cheeks.
“What do you mean get rid of it? I’m not getting rid of it Happy! It’s our baby.” She rose to her feet, hollering at him, trying to make a point.
He stepped closer to her, staring Y/N down with a disgusted scowl. “I want nothin’ to do with that goddamn thing, either get rid of it or get the fuck out of my house.” After that, he turned on his heels and stormed out of the front door with his boots in tow.
She chased after him, grabbing ahold of his bicep, wishing he’d just cool down.
“Don’t touch me.” He warned, snatching his arm away from her and backing his bike in reverse before roaring down the street.
She stood there in a confused stupor, he hadn’t acted in the way that she had hoped for. This was nothing close to what she expected. She had never seen anyone react so harshly to the news of a baby in her entire life, but then again Happy Lowman wasn’t just any sort of man. He was an outlaw, a renegade, white picket fences and kids just weren’t a part of the biker lifestyle. And if it was, it only happened rarely and far in between.
There was no denying the heartache she felt, each tiny intricate sliver of her heart was breaking into pieces. Shattering and ceasing to exist, because the man she had given her all to, wanted nothing to do with the life they had created, together. So, she stood there, dazed and confused, incapable of understanding where it went all wrong.
Tears were wiped on the back of her hand before she began retreating inside, deciding that it was time to go. There was no way in hell that she would abort their baby, no way in hell she'd ever choose Happy over the life blossoming in her belly. The moment she stopped putting herself first, was the second she found out she was pregnant. No one would ever come before that baby, not even the man who branded his name on her heart.
By the time Happy arrived at the clubhouse, he was fuming. A baby wasn’t a part of the plan, it never had been. Did he like kids? Sure. If they weren’t his, because he had no patience nor wish to deal with kids of his own. They were needy, grabby, attention-seeking leeches, that would demand everything from him and Y/N. The two of them had only been together 12 months, he wanted to be selfish with her, and he didn’t want to share her with anyone, ever.
He wanted to be able to lounge around the house with her, to fuck her on any surface of their home, to allow whatever feelings he had for her, to grow. He didn’t want to raise a kid, he didn’t want that kid putting a strain on their relationship. Something he had already done by blowing up on her. He had been a jackass to think that not using a rubber wouldn’t end in a mistake.
Cause that was what that thing growing in her was, a mistake. He couldn’t fathom why she would want a baby with him, he was a criminal, a brooding outlaw. The life was something he would never give up, not even for his kids. Were all women like that? Wanting to be married and to pop out mini versions of themselves and their partners? Apparently so.
Yet, Y/N had never brought up having kids with him, but he saw how she reacted with Abel and Thomas. That motherly instinct being worn with pride, the desire to have one of her own, evident in that dreamy gaze of hers.
If she didn’t get rid of the baby, then that would be the end of the relationship. So, was he willing to risk their relationship all for the sake of a baby they made together?
A baby that was made from admiration, carnal need, and pure love?
He hadn’t the slightest fucking clue. All he did know was that he wanted to drown his rage in liquor, to forget for a while. So that’s what he did.
Sometime after arriving at the clubhouse Happy had begun drinking, and not some feeble beers. He ordered round after round of Whiskey, easily downing it, the heat of the alcohol scorching any thoughts from his mind. When he was intoxicated enough, he pried some scantily dressed sweet butt from Half Sack’s arm, growling out. “You can have her when I’m done.” His arm dipped across the woman’s shoulder, leading her back to his old dorm room. A room in which he hadn’t spent any time, since moving Y/N in with him. Now here he was, about to bury all his frustrations and anger into some random bitch.
Yet as she was kissing his neck, and shimmying her way down to her knees, all he could think about was his pregnant old lady. Images of her kept repeating in his head, even new scenarios of her with a plump belly that housed his unborn son or daughter. Her smile, laugh, and gentle touch haunted his drunken mind, making him grunt in hindrance.
His dick didn’t even budge, refusing to get hard for anyone but Y/N. That woman had completely captivated him, enthralled him with her entire being. She had her claws in him and let it be known that he would have one hell of a time getting over her. Happy Lowman had never admitted it, but he was very much in love with her. She had said it many times, confessing all the feelings she held for him, but all he could do was shy away from the subject.
She understood though, that he wasn’t one for emotions, or much else. Y/N had accepted him when hardly anyone else did, she loved him for the piece of shit that he was, and she made him want to be better, for her, for the relationship.
“Get off me.” He snarled, shoving the broad away from him and redoing his buckle and jeans. The unknown girl could only look at him with a stupefied expression, not knowing what had changed his mind. She was just there for a good time, which was now ruined by the indecisive biker.
With nothing else to say, Happy was exiting the room, intent on finding his girl. Wherever she was, he’d go and get her, bring her back home where she belonged. Looking towards HalfSack, he motioned towards the back room. “Didn’t touch the bitch, she’s all yours.” Then he was strutting towards the clubhouse front door, the crisp air of the coast marching across his face.
Just as he was mounting his chopper, he heard the familiar voice of his VP. “Hey, Hap!” Called the blonde-haired Son, who was now striding towards him with a swaggered strut.
“What’s goin’ on with you and (Y/N?) She’s at my place with Tara, she’s a mess brother.” Jax sussed.
Happy sighed before running his hand tersely over his face. “She’s pregnant, and I flipped the fuck out. And I just realized what a dumb ass I was.”
Jax’s mouth was shaped somewhat into an ‘O’, before patting his friend’s shoulder. “Having a kid is scary, no one will tell you that, but it’s true. Their these little human beings who just take over your life and you find yourself falling in love with them. Just know, no matter what. You and (Y/N) will be great parents, we all know you love her. We ain’t blind.” The VP chuckled before squeezing his shoulder. “Now, go kiss some ass.”
“If Happy doesn’t realize how great this is gonna be for you both, then you can do it on your own. You got a great head on your shoulders, and I'll help however I can.” Tara sounded from the kitchen where she was fixing a bottle for little Thomas.
Y/N could only stare blankly at the wall, her back pressed into the sofa. Tara had become a close friend over the last year, one she confided in with everything involving Happy and the club life.
If anyone understood it, it was Tara Knowles. She had her fair share of shit-fests with Jax, and so far, the two were hanging on strong. The good doctor was raising a baby that wasn’t even hers on top of Thomas who was biologically hers. Y/N didn’t know where else to go after the blowout with Happy, so she went to the only friend she had in Charming who wasn’t one of the SAMCRO boys.
“Jax will talk to him, knock some sense into him. And if he doesn’t, I will.” Tara said, now standing beside the backside of the couch. “I’m gonna feed Thomas if you get hungry or thirsty. You know where the kitchen is.” The doctor allowed her fingers to brush over Y/N's shoulder in an attempt to soothe her before disappearing into the nursery.
All she could do was slump forward, elbows on knees, and face in the palms of her hands. For the last hour, all she had done was cry, and she was tapped out. The stress wasn’t good for her or for the baby, and she refused to jeopardize the kid’s health, despite her heartbreak.
“Fuck.” She breathed, running a hand through her tattered hair, brushing a few locks from her face.
Her head jerked towards the front door when she heard a loud knock. It was the sound of knuckles rapping over and over on the wooden frame. Glancing down at her phone, she realized it was midnight, who the hell was knocking at Tara and Jax’s house at this time?
Exhaling gently, she'd rise to her feet before trekking towards the door where Y/N cautiously peeled it back.
“Happy?” She said, dumbstruck.
Her outlaw stood disheveled in front of her, eyes dark and glossy, most likely from the liquor that she could smell seeping out of his pores.
“Are you drunk?” She snapped out with an agitated tint to her tone.
“I fucked up (Y/N.)” He swayed back and forth on unsteady feet, which made her slightly worried.
Yet when he said he fucked up, her mind instantly went to him cheating on her. “Did you go and fuck some croweater Hap?” She said low, trying to mentally prepare yourself for his answer.
“Almost. But I stopped it because I couldn’t get you out of my fuckin’ head.” He said.
And out went her sadness, which was quickly replaced with anger. “You what? Are you serious? I tell you I’m pregnant and you got out and immediately try to bag a fucking lay. You’re ridiculous!” She cried, her hands shoving into his stone-like chest.
He didn’t say anything, instead, he let her continue to berate him. Knowing that he deserved it and if anyone was going to beat him down, it would be her. Cause that’s the only person he’d ever let beat him down.
“I hate y-.” Her words were cut off by his bruising kiss, his calloused fingers tangling in her hair, drawing their bodies closer together. He protectively embraced Y/N and bit into her bottom lip claiming. Then the words he had been dying to say for months, finally slipped out.
“I love you, (Y/N.)” His warm breath danced across her cheek, his black irises boring into her lively gaze.
His thumbs began stroking her cheeks as he confessed everything. “I love you, but I don’t want to end up like my pops. I don’t want to be a deadbeat dad. Findin’ out you were pregnant was the scariest shit I’ve ever experienced, and I’ve committed murder, I’ve tortured people just for the pure fuck of it. But knowin’ ya were havin’ my kid, just, it stilled me.”
Y/N had waited so long to hear that he loved her, she honestly thought he’d never say it. But he did, and he meant it. She saw the look of terror in his eyes when he spoke of the unborn baby, and all she could do was calm his worries, all she could do was be there for him like she had been since day one.
“I always thought you’d be a great dad Happy, I never doubted that. And you will be the best daddy to our little one, you’ll never be like your father. Don’t ever think for one second that you are anything like him, 'cause you’re not.” She said.
Happy pressed his forehead against hers, his large hand sliding over her small baby bump. The first real time he even acknowledged that it was a baby and not just a thing. It was his baby, his child, and the woman he loved was carrying it.
“I love you Hap, even if you’re a pain in my ass.” She chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Likewise, little girl.” He cracked a smirk before laying another passionate kiss on her lips, his fingers flexing over her growing stomach.
Summary: xReader - The club going into lockdown shouldn't be of concern to you anymore, you got out. Happy thinks otherwise.
Warnings: Swearing, guns, mentions of anxiety
Note: 2k - return of the Happy!!! The way I've had this half written in my docs for over a year...... I'm beyond excited to finally get it out!
You had locked the door last night.
You had.
Surely you had locked it. You always locked it.
So the only reasonable explanation to the creaking floorboards down your hallway at 6am was… a cat? Yeah, a cat.
A very heavy cat that took large footsteps towards your room.
You gripped the bedsheets tighter as you pulled them further over your face, hoping they would act as some sort of a shield when the large cat, presumably walking on two legs, inevitably barged into your room.
Another shaky breath escaped your body as you listened to the footsteps draw nearer.
Calling the cops was a bit difficult when your phone was charging over the room on your dresser. And it’s not like you had a weapon handy. God you could hear his voice clear as day in your head, knowing exactly what he’d say if he were here. Harping on about how you should at least have a knife stashed somewhere in your bedroom and a gun in every other room of the house.
You stayed frozen in place, eyes squeezing shut as the door handle turned, and the door was thrown open without an ounce of care.
“Get the fuck up.” a gruff voice spoke from the doorway.
What the?
You tugged the covers down to your chin and peered across the room in disbelief, “What the fuck, Happy?!”
He gave a single nod before speaking again, “Up. Now.”
Mouth hung open, you could do nothing but stare up at your ex.
“No? No- what the hell are you doing here, Happy? In my house at six in the fucking morning!” Pushing yourself to sit up in bed you continued to stare at the man you hadn’t spoken to in months, “Seriously, Happy. Start speaking. How the hell did you get in here anyway? If you broke a fucking window I swear to-”
“You need to hide your spare key better. Now get up.”
A silence fell between you for a second.
“My spare ke- hey!” your train of thought was interrupted by the tall biker walking forward and ripping the duvet away from your body. In your surprise you didn’t miss the way his eyes quickly flew down your pyjama-clad body before looking toward the still-closed curtains.
“Get your ass out of bed.”
This time you listened and climbed out of bed, stomping toward your dresser to find a change of clothes, “Seriously, Happy,” you huffed as you changed shirts, “You can’t- you can’t barge into my house like this. I thought you were a burglar or something. Do you realise how unsettling that is for a single woman?”
“Good thing I’m not a fucking burglar then.”
You tugged on a pair of jeans and rolled your eyes before turning to face him, “Why are you here, Happy? Seriously?”
He met your gaze only briefly before turning back to the windows and peeping out the curtain, “I need you to pack a bag. Change of clothes. Book probably too.”
Eyebrows pulling together in confusion you stared at the back of his head, “A book? Happy. What’s going on?”
“Club’s on lockdown.”
Your confusion only grew, “A lockdown? Jesus, Happy,” you dragged your hands over your face. “What does that have to do with me? Why do I have to get dragged away too.”
He turned and met your eyes properly then, “You know why.”
Breaking his stare you faced the carpet, “Happy… this is… fucking dumb. What the fuck happened? We have been done since months ago. I’m in no danger. In fact - I’m probably in more danger with you here.”
“I’m not arguing with you. Pack a bag. We’re going.”
This wasn’t supposed to be how your Saturday went. You had left these sorts of Saturdays in the past. The uncertainty, the danger, all of it had been left the day you left the man currently standing in your bedroom seven months ago.
With only a defeated sigh in response you shrugged, counting your losses and turned back to your drawers, pulling out a couple of changes of clothes and stuffing them into a nearby backpack.
When you turned back toward Happy you found him already staring your way. Quickly breaking eye contact you dramatically gestured out the bedroom door, “After you.”
He stared for a moment longer before moving out the door, you following diligently.
“Okay,” you started as you reached the front door, “I’ll meet you there.”
The speed at which Happy spun around to face you would almost be comical if it wasn’t for the death glare that graced his face, “Like hell. You’re coming with me.”
You threw your hands up in frustration, “Happy, c’mon! You’re being ridiculous.”
“You’re coming with me.”
Taking a deep breath to stop whatever snarky remark that was about to escape your lips you nodded, “Fine. Whatever. Can I at least have breakfast before we go?”
“There’s food at the club. Let’s go.” WIthout another word he was out the door and striding toward his bike, leaving you to lock the door and tuck your key - both keys - away in the backpack. Following after the biker you grabbed the helmet from his outstretched hand and tugged it on.
You jumped in fright when the Harley roared to life, catching the way Happy’s shoulders jostled as he chuckled.
Sighing heavily at the situation you were faced with you begrudgingly climbed on behind your ex and secured your hands on his waist.
“You good?” he grunted over his shoulder.
“Just go.”
The wind rushing at you as Happy took off down the street felt like a thousand memories you had fought to forget just slapping you in the face all at once.
The smell of being on the Harley was something you hadn’t realised you’d come to miss. Was it the smell of the rubber? The fumes from the exhaust? The scent of the man in front of you?
No, it was definitely the fumes from the exhaust.
-
Pulling into the Teller Morrow lot was when the weight of what was happening really set in.
More bikes than usual were lined up at the ready, people with children were piling out of cars, sleeping bags in hand, and food was being unloaded left and right, with guns being handled ‘discreetly’ by the Sons.
It had been many months since you had stepped foot near the club. And just as many since you’d spoken to any of the Sons. Well, bar Juice who you’d seen at the store a few weeks back. To say you were nervous would be an understatement.
As Happy slowed to a stop, signalling for you to jump off before he backed his bike in line with the others, you swore you could feel a million eyes on you. It was as if everyone on the property was staring at you.
This wasn’t the case of course. With the feeling of danger and caution in the air everyone was worried about their own loved ones and whatever job they’d been given. Truth be told, you didn’t recognise a lot of the faces around you. So they sure as hell wouldn’t know you from a bar of soap.
Still, no matter the case, the anxiety pooled in your stomach.
Anxiety had always been present in your life. Making itself known first in high school and popping up every now and then when it felt like messing with you.
Happy seemed to pick up on your switch in mood, from angry to anxious and lightly spoke from behind, “Everybody’s busy doing their own thing. You don’t need to stop and talk, just head to the back rooms.”
You nodded at his words, eyes still locked on the scenes unfolding in front of you. You didn’t move until you felt the tattooed man nudge you slightly.
Sticking close to Happy, as much as you’d love to run in the opposite direction, you slowly made your way into the hectic clubhouse.
It was like stepping back in time, you’d done this exact thing multiple times with Happy, the lockdown. The children running wild inside, a group of hangarounds in the kitchen, families huddling nervously at the walls.
There had been a time when you’d have gone up to those families with a fresh pot of coffee and some baking, helping to reassure them that it would all be okay. How the tables turn.
As you peererd around you noticed the doors to chapel were open, Sons inside counting guns. Your eyes moved over the men, noting who you recognised, Tig, Bobby and Jax, and who must’ve been from other charters.
Seemingly feeling your gaze on him, Jax turned his head and caught your eyes. With not an ounce of shock or surprise in his stare, he nodded at you with a knowing tight-lipped smile, welcoming you back into this world of chaos.
It wasn’t until you finally reached Happy’s dorm that you let out a deep breath. It was quieter back here, mostly out of bounds unless you had the okay from the members, which you apparently did.
You pushed the door open and were once again hit with an alarming wave of nostalgia. Happy’s dorm looked exactly the same. It was relatively bare, but tidy.
It was too familiar. It felt too normal being back here. Like the last seven months hadn’t happened, like they didn’t matter.
You could feel yourself getting worked up and turned to face the man you had spent years loving.
He remained standing in the doorway, arms crossed, studying you from his spot.
“Why am I here, Happy? It’s been months. You just turn up at sunrise after months of no contact to play a knight in shining armour? I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t mean enough to you to warrant being here.”
He just stared at you in silence, like he knew you’d get pissed whether he answered or not.
“I’ve been trying to move on with my life!” You continued, now sitting on the edge of his bed, “I’ve been working so hard to forget everything between us. To forget the fucking club. I just - I just want a normal life. I want to be able to come home after work and relax with my partner. I want to complain about my boss. I want to get annoyed about the ads on TV. I want my biggest problem to be figuring out what’s for dinner each night.”
You took a deep breath and stared down at your lap before admitting, “I just want boring.”
Still frozen in his spot, Happy finally spoke up, “You’d hate boring.”
You gave a dry laugh at his response and looked up at him with defeated eyes, “So what then? I just have to stay stuck in this weird in between?”
A silence fell between you as your words hung in the air.
Relieved you’d been able to get those thoughts out of your system, you fell back onto Happy’s bed.
The silence lasted so long you wondered if you’d dozed off and he’d snuck out of the room when he spoke up, “Stay in here. I’ll send someone in with food later.”
You closed your eyes and listened as he turned and opened the door, ready to leave and do whatever the Sergeant at Arms does during a lockdown, noting the way his movement paused before he spoke again,
“I’m sorry I had to bring you back here.”
As he left and softly shut the door behind him, the first of your tears finally fell.
Make Me Choose ↬ anonymous asked:
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Sons of Anarchy, 05x05
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