#but that's a job for future tig

[tigtree]

if i want to fly, i'm gonna fly. you do what you love, and fuck the rest. little miss sunshine (2006)

drew this immensely scuffed still redraw while rewatching this movie for the millionth time. the dialogue reminded me of neil and kevin's conversation in TRK, where neil insists that all he wants to do with the rest of his life is play exy... but then i remembered i haven't ever drawn kevin before and couldn't be arsed to come up with a design for him. so andreil it is.

also i beg you do not question the chronology of this... i forgot about the hair dye thing

[seepweed]

number 1 world's easiest smiler when my parents tell me "i hope you never turn out to be a transsexual" 👍🫤

[tumbleweed-writes]

Never Lost: Chibs Telford X Reader

18+ Only

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.

[karatekels]

TIGmas Day #7 – Yule-Tied

Happy New Year everybody! Hope you had a restful and/or exciting (your preference :P) break that’s got you feeling happy and ready to go in 2024.

Today’s TIGmas story gets me well on my way to one of my New Year’s Resolutions: writing more TIG characters! @mrgriffiths has requested a Terry McCain fic, and I’m looking forward to seeing how I do. Thanks for all the pretty pictures and edits of TIG that you do, @mrgriffiths, and I hope you enjoy!

(also special thanks to @argum3ntativ3dr3amgirl for helping me come up with the title after I had been struggling with it for an eternity – I love a good pun!)

Summary: You manage to get Terry to swear off work for a whole week to come with you to visit your family in New York City for the holidays. He has (unsurprisingly) charmed his way into everyone’s good books, so you decide to reward him with an early Christmas present when you get back to your hotel room the night before Christmas Eve…

TW: bondage, teasing, dirty talk, oral sex, graphic sex

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Yule-Tied

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Terry’s POV:

His fingers glide across the keys with practiced ease, and he smiles at the loud cacophony of singers – in varying stages of drunkenness – he’s heard a lot worse at Deja Vu before. He’s partially surprised that he still remembers the Christmas carols; he doesn’t think he’s played them since grade school. The instrument was there to greet him the first time you led him into your parents’ house a few days ago – his eyes seeming to seek it out like an old friend – and immediately gave him a sense of comfort; a sense of being home.

The two of you were spending the week leading up to Christmas in New York City so that you could introduce Terry to your family for the first time; you’d been together for almost a year at this point, and had decided you were serious enough to take this next step. You had greatly understated your family’s wealth, the three level brownstone in Nassau County, and Terry spent the first few days feeling incredibly out of place, sticking out like a tall, blue-collar sore thumb. It had made him a bit embarrassed about his own tiny Chicago apartment over the jazz club. He can’t provide you with a life like you were used to on his meagre salary…

But gradually, your family had welcomed him into the fold, once your father had gotten the stern, not-quite-threatening “don’t hurt my daughter” talk out of the way that first night. Ever since, his self-professed charms had been at work – he wasn’t afraid to lay it on a little thick to please the people who would hopefully one day be his future in-laws, his new family.

And it had worked.

Your mother dotes on him constantly, offering him seconds and thirds, he’d bonded with your father over football and whiskey, and he’d overheard your female relatives – from great-aunts to young nieces – all giggling as they gossiped about his dimples. Even your little nephew was crazy about him, thinking that he was nothing short of a superhero because of his job as a police officer.

His charms had also been at work on you, it would seem. He’d caught you staring at him more than once over the past few days, reading to the younger children or helping his mother in the kitchen – he’s been on his very best behaviour, after all. In some ways it was a good thing that the two of you were staying in a hotel (your parents too traditional to allow you to share a bed under their roof before you were married), as you were desperate to get your hands on him every night this week.

He doesn’t have much family of his own these days, but if being on good terms with yours earns him treatment like this then he’s all for it.

He catches you doing it again now, halfway through leading your family through an ironically raucous rendition of ‘Silent Night’. Flushed cheeks, bright eyes and part of your lower lip in your mouth as you try to bite back a smile over the rim of your rum and eggnog… he loves the way that you look when you want him.

The moment the song is over, he hears you let out an exaggerated yawn and bites the inside of his cheek to keep from cracking a smile. You were so predictable and a terrible actress, but he finds it endearing. You were his source of comfort.

“Well, I think we’d better head out for the night; it’ll take awhile to get back into the city,” you announce, clearly trying not to sound too excited at the prospect. Your family moans in protest all around you, but you’ve already given everyone the slip, presumably to go and call for a cab.

“Oh, but can’t we just keep you both?” your mom asks, wrapping her arms around him from behind and laying a sloppy kiss on his cheek that has him blushing in embarrassment.

“I promise I’ll have her back here bright and early tomorrow, Mrs. L/N,” he reassures the woman, gently freeing himself from her grip as he rises from the piano bench.

He says his goodbyes, and you join him partway through once the taxi is on its way, and before long the two of you have bundled up and made it out of the house and into the snowy night. You’re quiet and maintaining a few feet of distance between the two of you. He presumes it’s in case anyone from your family is peeping through the curtains, but even after you get in the cab you’re keeping your hands to yourself, staring pensively out the window. What was going on with you?

He resolves to investigate further once he gets you into your hotel room.

Little does he know that you’ll be doing an investigation of your own.

Reader’s POV:

You can tell that Terry is getting suspicious of you, but you’re trying to keep him from dragging the truth out of you. But you need to get him out of the room for a little bit to accomplish what you had planned. You know that Terry thinks you’re so predictable, and you really want to prove him wrong, and that you know him just as well as he knows you… while giving him a show in the process. Maybe you could send him down the hall for some ice?

“I think I’m going to take a quick shower before bed,” Terry says, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms low around your hips. “Would you like to join me?” he purrs in your ear. Perhaps you’d been a bit too sexual in showing your appreciation for him this week, if he’s come to expect it the minute you two get some privacy. You can’t say you mind it, with the exception of it interfering with your plans right now.

“I’m pretty tired, honey. I think I’ll just wait for you in bed…” you trail off, turning in his arms to give him a (relatively) chaste kiss before wriggling out of his grip, shooing him towards the bathroom.

The minute he closes the door, you spring into action, moving over to his suitcase and digging around. He had promised that this week would be just the two of you, no work, but you know him better than that by now. Sure enough, tucked into a pair of his socks is his badge and a pair of handcuffs. Giggling to yourself you take the restraints and close Terry’s suitcase again, hoping it still looks undisturbed.

Hopping onto the bed, you crawl to the headboard and thread the cuffs around one of the iron bars before concealing them with a pillow. You know that Terry will need to consent to the cuffs before you put them on – if he’s paranoid or stressed for any reason he won’t tolerate being incapacitated in such a way – but that doesn’t mean you can’t make them a bit of a surprise.

Returning to your own suitcase, you dig through your clothes, looking for the new lingerie that you bought for this trip. Hearing the shower turn off, you quickly change into it and throw your robe on overtop just in time.

Terry comes out, his long dark curls wet and dripping down his bare chest. He makes a beeline for you, but you barely notice, too fixated on how he’s only wearing a towel around his waist. As soon as you’re within his reach he pulls you into his arms, kissing you deeply. He’s already hard beneath the towel, his erection pressing insistently against your belly.

“You certainly aren’t dressed like you’re ready to sleep,” he murmurs against your lips, running his hands up and down your sides. His hands move to the tie on your robe, and you immediately put your hands over his, stopping him.

“Not just yet, Mister!” you exclaim with a giggle, shyly pushing him towards the bed. He follows your lead, sitting at the foot of the bed, pulling you close to stand between his legs.

“Not yet, huh?” he asks, giving you a playful pout. “What are we waiting for?”

You take a step back, suddenly shy, toying with the hem of your robe. Terry always took the lead when you were together, and switching roles has you nervous but excited, especially at the thought of how he’ll respond.

“Well, you’ve been so wonderful this week, Terry, and I’m so grateful. So I was thinking about giving you an early Christmas present…”

His nostrils flare at the implication, his eyes gleaming with interest. You can tell that he’s trying to guess what your gift is – he can’t help but investigate anything and everything.

“What did you have in mind, sweetheart?” he asks in a low, husky voice as he keeps his eyes locked with yours. Not wanting to lose your nerve, you decide that it would be better to show, not tell.

Closing the distance between you, you kiss him passionately, pleased by the groan he lets out into your mouth. You move your hands to his shoulders and press against them, guiding him to move towards the headboard, and as he obeys your wishes you keep your lips locked with his, following him until his back hits the headboard. You straddle his hips, making out with him until he’s trying to hold you down and grind himself against you. You stop toying with his damp curls, sliding your fingers down his strong arms and taking one of his hands in your own, lifting it up to kiss it sweetly. He gives you a soft smile, seeming almost hypnotized, and allows you to move it to the mattress and where the cuffs are hidden.

Not breaking eye contact, you pick up one of the cuffs and run it along his skin until he recognizes them by feel. Once he does you see his eyes widen in surprise before he gives you a coy smile, his dimples on full display.

“Now, where did a good girl like you get those?” he asks, and you fight the urge to blush. Part of the game was you being in control, after all.

“I stole them from your suitcase,” you tell him bluntly, giving him a cheeky smile that he returns with a chuckle.

“Little thief. I should take you in for something like that.”

“Let me put these on you and I’m more than happen to do the time afterwards, Officer.”

His tongue darts out to lick his lips, and he gives you a sly grin as permission to move forward with your little scheme, and you cuff him securely to the bed. You slowly slide off of him, taking his towel with you and leaving him bound and naked.

Biting your lip, you move to the room’s stereo system and put on some sultry music, feeling a little self-conscious. You hear Terry let out a dark chuckle from behind you and it helps you relax a bit. You didn’t need to be nervous around Terry; he wanted you just the way you were.

You toy with the tie on your robe for a moment, watching his eyes hone in on the movement, like he was trying to will your fingers to move. You slowly untie the knot at your waist and slip the robe off your shoulders, gradually revealing a dark red lace and silk nightgown that is form-fitting around your breasts and flows loosely to the tops of your thighs.

You watch Terry roll his shoulders, muscles bulging as he tests the strength of the cuffs and the bed frame; his whole body is leaning towards you like he’s being pulled to you by a magnetic force.

“Now, does this mean I’ve been naughty or nice this Christmas?” he asks, his eyes roaming your body hungrily.

You turn, swaying to the music as you do so. You barely need to bend forward for the bottom of the lingerie to ride up, revealing your butt clad in a matching red thong. “You tell me, Terry” you say coyly, looking at him over your shoulder. A low growl emanates from his chest and you feel a heady sense of power wash over you as you start to grasp just how much he wants you right now.

You slowly walk up to the foot of the bed, your rolling your hips exaggeratedly and look up his body at him. His entire body is tense with desire, and you can tell that he’s fighting the instinct to break free and just take you.

“Sweetheart, my present better not be looking and not touching, because you’ve got me crazy for you right now.”

Terry’s POV:

When Terry first started seeing you, people asked him why he had gone from dating a beautiful supermodel to a pretty but unremarkable ‘girl-next-door’ type. The answer was simple:

Anna was a model; You were a woman.

You were expressive, and passionate, and he knew that everything you did, every sound you made for him when you were together was organic and real and a result of what he did to you.

After your first kiss, he had never wanted a woman more than he wanted you; he was completely under your spell.

You straddle him in your sexy little nightie, purposefully not touching him, though the silk of your lingerie brushes up against his abs as you lean over to give him a scorching kiss. He rolls his hips, trying to grind up against you, but you move out of reach with a mocking pout.

“I’ll make you a deal, Terry,” you purr, fisting your tiny hand in his curls and tilting his head to make him look at you. When had you turned into a little dominatrix?

“The more you’re good for me, the naughtier I’ll be for you. Sound good?”

“Sounds like heaven, baby,” he groans appreciatively. “You can have your way with me any time you’d like,” he adds, giving you a wink.

“That’s a good boy,” you murmur, running your hands along his chest possessively. “Now let me taste you.”

You kiss him with everything you’ve got until you give in to your desire, lowering yourself onto his lap and grinding against him. He can feel how wet you are, your skimpy underwear already soaked, and curses under his breath but fights to stay still.

“You’re being so good for me, Terry,” you say approvingly, rocking your hips against his. Scooting down his thighs a bit, you start toying with the straps of your lingerie. “Do you think you’ve earned a bit of a show?”

“If I haven’t, just tell me what I need to do,” he replies hoarsely, his mouth dry. You teasing him has him nearly feral for you, the loss of control only heightening his arousal. You were the first and only person he’d ever let himself be at the mercy of.

“Good answer.”

Your sinful chuckle sends a pleasant shiver down his spine, and he holds your gaze as you slide the straps down your arms.

“Will you help me take this off?��� you ask innocently, and he tugs pointedly against the cuffs, arching an eyebrow at you. Your lips twist into a cocky smirk and he feels himself get even harder, twitching against your inner thigh. “I guess you’ll have to work a little harder for it,” you add huskily, moving so your breasts are right in front of his face.

He immediately takes the hint, grabbing the top of your nightgown in his teeth and tugging it down with a growl. You pull it off the rest of the way once he gets it below your breasts, and he resists the urge to latch onto you, faintly remembering the need to behave himself. You hum with approval, your own hands moving to your chest to touch yourself. He bites his lip, watching you with hooded eyes.

“Watch what you do to me, love,” you demand in a soft whisper, grinding your hips as you roll your nipples between your fingers. “You get me so hot!”

“God, Y/N,” he hisses through his teeth; you have him feeling like he’s got fire running through his veins. “You’re so fucking sexy. Keep going, babygirl – make yourself feel good.”

You let out a needy whine, sliding down his legs and spreading yours to either side of him. Christ, he loves when you act like a desperate little whore for him.

“I’m so wet,” you groan, parting the pathetic excuse for underwear to the side to touch yourself, your other hand still teasing your nipples. His eyes start to roll back into his head, but he forces himself to focus; he doesn’t want to miss a second of this.

“Show me how wet you are. How many fingers can you pump inside that needy little pussy?”

You let out a depraved whine, throwing your head back as you easily slide three fingers inside yourself, grinding your hips in a slow figure 8 pattern and moaning his name again and again.

“Fucking hell sweetheart! I wish you could see how good you look right now.”

“We’ll make sure we have a camera next time,” you reassure him with a wink, and his brain shorts out.

Terry takes a minute or two to mentally recite as many Illinois Criminal Codes as he can remember to keep himself from shooting his load all over your chest and body; he hasn’t been this turned on without physical touch in… forever. He needs to be inside you, and it needs to be now.

“I don’t want to come without you inside me,” you inform him innocently as you get back on your knees, and he nearly loses control again. You’ll be the death of him if you keep this up…

“Can I clean your fingers for you, Mistress?” he requests, looking up at you pleadingly from under his lashes. A sheepish smile spreads across your face at the nickname; only you could be so innocent while being so fucking filthy. But he needs to keep you away from his dick for another few minutes if he wants to last, and by God does he want to last.

You raise your hand, fingers shining with your arousal, up to his mouth, and he stares deep into your eyes as he laves his tongue from your wrist up your palm before sucking one of your fingers into his mouth, savouring your taste and the little whimpers you let out at the attention. He gives your other digits the same dirty treatment, and you’re even more of a trembling mess by the time he’s finished.

“I want you so bad, Terry!” you whine needily, looking up at him with hooded eyes. “I just need to taste you first…”

You slide down the bed between his legs, ordering him to watch before you start giving him the sloppiest blowjob of his life; as if he’d want to look at anything else.

Your mouth is hot and wet as you bob your head, taking as much of him in your mouth as you comfortably can and swirling your tongue around his shaft. He itches to tangle his fingers in your hair and guide your movements, to thrust his hips up so you take him deeper down your throat, but he forces himself to stay still, letting out a litany of animalistic sounds as he endures this sweet torment.

With one last long, lewd suck as you lift your head from his lap, you release him from your mouth, kneeling up beside him.

“Baby, please – I can’t take anymore teasing, I have to take you!”

“I know you do, baby. Let’s get you comfortable, so you can let me do all the work.”

You guide him to move down the bed until he’s laying prone, tucking a few pillows under his head so it’s easier to watch you – you always had to make sure people were taken care of, him especially. He’s come to crave the attention after so long with you, he’s developed a taste for it.

By the time he’s in position you’ve pulled off your underwear and gotten onto the bed beside him, sitting on your knees. Without anymore stalling, you throw one leg over his hips, straddling him and facing his feet. You were going to ride him reverse cowgirl?

He drops his head back onto the pillow with a groan, hearing your answering giggle from further down his body. While you both normally preferred looking at each other, every once in awhile one of you would get the craving for some fast and rough fucking over something more intimate. This was undoubtedly one of those times, and he was completely at your mercy.

“I told you I was going to put on a show for you, sweetheart,” you tell him teasingly, shooting him a cheeky grin over your shoulder as you lift yourself up to line up his cock with your entrance. You sink onto him until you’re fully sitting on him, rolling your hips experimentally until he’s cursing under his breath. “Now tell me how you want me, Terry.”

“Start nice and slow baby, and go deep – I want to watch that ass as you take me.”

You eagerly obey, lifting yourself up until he’s almost fully slid out of you before dropping down again, rolling your hips as you find your rhythm.

“God yes, that’s so hot!” he groans, finally letting himself go as he bucks up against you, your hips working in tandem.

“I want to ride you so good, baby!” you moan, leaning forward slightly with your hands to either side of his legs and somehow making his view even more incredible. “I wanna be your perfect little fucktoy!”

“Oh, you already are, Y/N,” he hisses, fingernails digging into his palms as he thinks about kneading your ass while you’re riding him like this. “And you love it. This ass should be bouncing for me every day, shouldn’t it?” he growls, goading you even as you let out a needy moan as he talks dirty.  The ways that you wanted to be used…

“Fuck, yes, whenever you want!” you wail, your hips moving harder and faster as you get closer. “I was made for you!”

Damn right you were, and he’ll never let you forget it.

“Come for me, Y/N,” he commands, pistoning his own hips as much as he can – you’ve done more than enough for him, tonight and every night. “Come all over this cock, my dirty girl.”

"Come with me, Terry!" you beg, looking over your shoulder with your face a twisted mask of ecstasy. "I need to feel you fill me up!"

"I'm close baby; you gotta earn it. Make me come for you."

He's not even sure what you do - let alone how you learned to do it - but you arch your back just the right way to take him a little deeper, your cunt clenching around him greedily and it sends him over the edge, coming deep inside you with a guttural snarl of your name.

You reach down to your clit, grinding your hips with him still inside you as you give yourself over the edge to a powerful orgasm that has you bending backwards, your hair tickling his chest as you chant his name. He watches you come apart and try to catch your breath and he yearns to hold you.

He's more than happy to let you have your way with him, but he needs to take care of your after.

"Where's the key, sweetheart?" he asks gently, though you're still dazed and riding the high of your orgasm.

"Key?" you echo in a breathy, high voice, your eyes finally meeting his from where you're laying back on his chest. "Oh, right. Sorry!" you chirp, giving him a silly grin.

You reluctantly climb off of him, stumbling slightly as you move to retrieve your robe off the floor, rooting through the pockets for the small silver key. You hurry over to unlock the cuffs, kissing each of his wrists as you free them, back to being his innocent little angel. He slips under the covers with you, gathering you into his arms and laying a kiss on the tip of your nose.

"Does that mean you liked your present?" you ask with a dreamy little smile.

"Just when I think you can't give me any more of yourself you go and do something like this," he replies with a chuckle, taking the side of your face in his palm. "Of course I liked it; I love you."

Your gaze softens and he feels you melt against him even more. "All of me belongs to you, Terry. I love you with all I am."

"Keep talking like that and I'm going to have to do something about it."

"What do you have in mind?" you ask, a pretty blush dusting your cheeks. He doesn't think he'll ever get tired of how you manage to be innocent and depraved. He gives you a serious look, holding your gaze until you're twitching in anticipation.

"Maybe next time it'll be you in the cuffs, babygirl."

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Now, I *did* have an idea for an extra section to this where you wake up with the cuffs on. Should I write a follow up, or save the idea and move on to something else? Let me know!

[jaxteller87]

Carnival part 2

Teens years

The annual SAMCRO charity carnival was in full swing, and Donna and I watched the boys ride the rides. School has been a bit much lately, and between that and club business, we needed something like this. After the tilt-a-whirl ended, we found ourselves under verbal attack from one of those smart-assed clowns that sit perched up on the dunk tanks, trying to get tough guys to spend money for a chance to drop them into the water.

“Ladies and gentlemen, what do we have here?” the clown barked, eyeing up Jax and Opie. “Well, if it isn’t SAMCRO’s finest! The big bad biker gang!”

“You used to throw a pretty mean fastball back in little league,” Opie said, handing Jax a dollar toward the ticket price.

“I don’t know, man, I haven’t thrown a ball in years,” Jax responded.

“Aw, what’s the matter, goldilocks? Pretty boy can’t throw a little ball at a little target? I should have known you biker bitches couldn’t handle this. Too much thinking involved,” the clown taunted.

“Think you can handle this, funny guy?” Tig said sarcastically, flashing the gun on his waist.

“Whoa, hey, guys!” the clown’s tone changed quickly, “I’m just ribbin’ ya. It’s part of the job, you know? I was just trying to get a rise out of—”

DING

Jax nailed the target on the first try, and we all laughed as the guy plummeted into the chilly water. Well, the clown didn’t laugh.

“Nice shot, Teller,” Tig said, patting him on the back and walking toward the clown. He walked up next to the tank as the man resurfaced. “So, what do you have to say now, funny guy?” Tig asked.

“Nothing, nothing at all. I’m sorry, I was just—” as he pleaded, Tig grabbed him by the head and forced him back under the water for a few seconds before releasing him.

“Relax, I’m just messing with ya,” Tig playfully slapped him on the cheek, kind of hard if you ask me.

The clown was so scared that he pissed himself in the tank, and they had to shut it down for a few hours. It was crazy but funny at the same time.

Little did I know that this carnival outing would become a yearly tradition, even when Jax wasn’t part of the living anymore. Even though those of us still above ground carried on the tradition year after year, it would never be the same after he was gone. I’m not much of a fan of “the now” or “the future,” which is why I do most of my living in the past, through my memories.

“This is too much,” Donna laughed as we watched Jax, Opie, Bobby, and Tig cramping into the child-sized carts on the Merry-Mixer ride.

“I know,” I chuckled, taking a bite of the funnel cake Jax had bought us to snack on. I had a bit of a headache earlier and wasn’t so sure about jumping on any rides right away, but Jax knew anytime I had one of my migraines setting in that, sometimes something sweet helped. The first thing he did once we got to the carnival was buy me some chocolate peanut butter candies, then minutes later; he handed me a funnel cake. Even though I wasn’t cramped into those tiny little carts with them, it was great to stand on the sideline and take in the view, locking the memory away in my head forever.

Bobby was the most cramped; I’d have to say. He was shorter than the others but also on the heavier side. Jax was still pretty nimble, and while he didn’t look comfortable, the look on his face told me he was enjoying himself. Opie too. Tig, well, let’s just say I’m sure Tig has been in tighter situations, and from the marks on his neck he supposedly got from one of the crow eaters, I would say he likes a little pain and discomfort. Ew, it’s gross just thinking about Tig like that. But as open as he is with her sexual adventures, it’s hard not to have some of his stories burned into my brain.

It was good seeing Jax smiling. School had been getting to him lately, and it was good seeing him relax and unwind a little.

“Having fun, Teller,” I giggled as he plopped down on the bench beside me. “Why yes, I am,” he shot me a smile before stealing a sip of soda. “Are you?”

“Yes, I am,” I replied, eyeing the photo booth. I must have been staring at it obliviously as the next thing I knew; he was ushering me over to it.

“Come on, let’s go,” Jax said, already pushing my wheelchair toward the booth before I could utter a word. But it was like I didn’t have to. He always seemed to know just what was on my mind, even in our younger years. As we approached the old blue weathered booth, Jax effortlessly scooped me up in his strong arms and sat me down on the cushioned bench, then sat down beside me. We started by making funny faces at the camera and then at each other. Then, just before the last picture snapped, he planted a kiss on my forehead, another little tradition between us that I was incredibly fond of.

The rest of the night was fantastic. Everyone had a great time. Opie won Donna a huge stuffed bear after she bet him that he couldn’t knock over all the bottles at the bottle game. Jax had won me a cute little stuffed red panda playing the ring toss too. But perhaps the most interesting thing that happened was Tig getting an invite back to the bearded lady’s caravan, which he seemed much too eager to accept.

We left the carnival; well, Tig didn’t, but the rest of us stopped for burgers and milkshakes at this old diner off the interstate that’s been there since the 50s. I still couldn’t believe how excited Tig was to spend a night with the bearded lady. He had been chatting her up since we walked through the sideshow and kept saying that hookin’ up with a bearded lady was something on his bucket list. Of all the guys in the club, Tig was easily the strangest.

Once we were seated at the diner, most of us weren’t too hungry. Opie swore by the cowboy burger there, claiming it was one of the top three best burgers he had ever had in his life. In fact, he put off eating anything big at the carnival just to make sure he had enough room for this thing. Jax got some fries, and Donna and I ordered the biggest milkshakes on the menu and split a slice of lemon meringue pie. Bobby, on the other hand, ended up spending more than the rest of us combined, despite trying something from nearly every concession stand back at the carnival.

“You know, you love Elvis so much, keep eating like that, and you’re going to have a heart attack just like’em,” Opie joked as the waitress lined up a row of burgers in front of Bobby.

We all shared a laugh at Bobby’s expense that was met with a sarcastic chuckle from the Elvis impersonator. “Precious has me on this all-green, all-lean diet. So, hell with you guys, I’m indulging a little,” Bobby grabbed the first of many burgers and did precisely that; he indulged.

  After a pleasant dinner followed by an unpleasant moment of watching Bobby throw up $42 worth of fried food in the parking lot, we decided to call it a night. Opie drove Donna home, Bobby went back to his place, and after a quick payphone call to my parents, I had permission to stay at Jax’s.

“This is good, Jax; thank you,” I smiled as we sat on the sofa in his living room with our strawberry milkshakes. After that, we lay in the moonlit bedroom; all snuggled up next to one another. Jax kissed my neck, making me giggle, and I could feel his hand moving up to my breast, but as he got closer, he hesitated.

He must have remembered our conversation on prom night when we talked about taking things slow.

“We don’t have to if—” but before he could finish, I grabbed his hand and placed it on my breast,

“What kind of girl would I be to deny the mighty prince himself, Jackson Teller?” I said flirtatiously.

“Are you sure? Only if you’re okay with it. I don’t want you to think I’m pushing you into something you’re not ready for—” I had heard enough, and although I loved the sound of his voice, I was ready for him to stop with the talking and start with the love-making.

“You can feel me up all you want. I’m all yours,” I leaned over and bit his bottom lip.

“I love you, darlin’,” he whispered.

“me to” I whispered back.

 And we made love for the first time. Of course, this would be the first of many love-making sessions, but no other time was as magical or memorable as this one.

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Review: All This Could Be Different by Sarah Thankam Mathews

I was delighted to get a copy of this novel, which depicts a snapshot of the life of a queer millennial immigrant. I got vibes of Sally Rooney and Lily King from the synopsis and was expecting to meet characters who I could thoroughly relate to and cheer on.

Sneha has just graduated in the middle of a recession but she has landed an entry-level corporate job that allows her to live in Milwaukee and send money to her parents in India. She enjoys a life of socialising with her friends and begins dating women, developing an infatuation with a beautiful dancer called Marina. However, hard times are on their way and Sneha is facing a job loss and eviction. She is also struggling to get close to anyone and realises that she may have to confront the horrors of her past, if she is to be happy in the future.

Sneha’s job is very reminiscent of the kind of thing that many twenty-somethings fall into after they graduate. It’s almost certainly not what they want to do but it’s something that will pay a living wage. The situation with her boss and the job deteriorates throughout the narrative and I thought this was a really relatable yet not often spoken about phenomenon. In many novels about millennial characters with dull jobs, those jobs appear to be quite stable with progression and that has always baffled me because it is so at odds with what I’ve experienced in the real world. So, I take my hat off to the author for depicting that realistically!

Sneha comes from very humble beginnings and her family’s story will be similar to that of many immigrants to the western world. This is one reason I couldn’t work out why Sneha seemed to come across as very narrow-minded and stubborn at times. Perhaps it is a sign of our cultural differences, but I did find it hard to warm to her.

My first realisation that I didn’t like Sneha came from her refusal to see Tig, a plus size Black woman, as a romantic option. As the story goes on, they build a really lovely friendship and I was so happy that happened. However, her initial disgust of Tig’s body really raised my hackles and it wasn’t the only time that happened.

It happened again when Sneha dismisses non-binary and genderqueer people as ‘elitist, American nonsense’. The fact that her friend Amit, who is also Indian, is the one explaining gender differences to her suggests that Sneha’s transphobia perhaps isn’t a product of her culture. By the end, Sneha is around gender diverse people and she isn’t cruel to them, suggesting that perhaps she has learned but she never addresses her previous attitudes towards genderqueerness. I could have forgiven her for making these small-minded comments had she been a teenager but I believe she is supposed to be 23. It got Sneha and I off on a really bad foot and while I slowly thawed during the following pages, I still didn’t really love her by the end.

Marina is a great character who appears to be much more emotionally mature than Sneha. Due to this, I didn’t think that they were a great romantic match but I knew that Sneha could learn a lot from Marina’s openness. Like Sneha, I too fell a bit in love with her and could have watched her twirl across the pages for far longer.

Like many immigrants, Sneha struggles with her identity, which is what the title of the book alludes to. After her trip back to India, she starts to see her life almost as a split screen of what is and what could have been if she’d made different decisions. It’s her sliding doors moment and the turning point of the book. She starts to make steps to improve her life after this and become the woman she wants to be. To do that, she has to face the abuse she suffered as a child and not allow it to close her off from love and happiness.

There is a really lovely part where Sneha realises that the trees she is looking at are from the seeds she scattered as a child. Those trees exist because she was there before. That thought really drives the second half of the book and forces her to realise that the past shapes the future. I thought this was a really beautiful sentiment and actually quite inspirational for all of us to do better.

All This Could Be Different is an interesting glimpse into the struggles of a millennial immigrant. Although I didn’t wholly like her as a character, she has plenty of lovely friends who I adored. There are some very problematic elements of the book including transphobia, desire for whiteness and objectification of Black bodies. It makes it a tricky book to really love because I felt myself bristling several times but I appreciate what the author was trying to do.

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Finally for Cartoon Network era of shows, who is your favorite character from each of their latest shows since 2019 onward you've seen like: Victor and Valentino, Mao Mao Heroes of Pure Heart, Infinity Train, Tig N Seek, The Fungies, Elliot from Earth, We Baby Bears, Jessica's Big Little World, and The Heroic Quest of the Valiant Prince Ivandoe? Sadly these shows haven't quite been as treated well or gotten the exposure they deserved thanks to how chaotic things have been for Cartoon Network between the AT&T merger and then the Discovery merger that led to Zaslav entering to ruin everything and the fact they keep moving a lot of shows intended for Cartoon Network to Adult Swim or Max (ex. My Adventures with Superman and Unicorns Warriors Eternal for Adult Swim and Infinity Train, Tig N Seek, and The Fungies for Max in later episodes with rumors of the same thing happening to Invincible Fight Girl) that makes it so Cartoon Network is suffering from a lack of new original cartoons.

Yup. And it really is. It's not a great era. Okay to head things off I haven't seen almost.. all of these due to either inertia or other issues so it's only the first three. Thta said fuck how warner treated these shows, put them back on max at least.

Mao Mao: I don't have a faviorite but this is one I wish i'd seen more of, a fun sugar rush of a take on the 80's style of action show if cosplayed by hello kitty. Victor and Valentino: I tried this one a few times as I liked the cast, I liked the creepy girl.. but I coudln't get into it. The later story arc for the last season sounds good and it dosen't sound bad, but it was a tad repetitive for my tastes.. mostly because Vic fucking up gets old fast and we've seen plenty of kids get into super natual shneanigans shows. that says it DOES have a great visual flair to it and I wish more shows used mexico as a settling. This show and el tigre killed it with that.

Finally

Infinity Train: A good note to go out on with these. Lake is my easy faviorite, a complex, truly heartbreaking character and Ashley Johnson's finest performance to date. Easily one of the best shows of the 2020s. I never saw the last season, need to at some point and I struggle to think why do the prequel season when your not sure of the shows future beyond that point. That said I do want the show to finish at some point, hopefully owen dennis can get a graphic novel like final space or something like that. What we've got is an excellent show with a decent three act structure and a nice epilouge/prologue of sorts. Season 1 is great, season 2 is even better and 3 is messy, but I still like it and what I saw of 4 was pretty good. I know i'm far from the first, or the last to say "this show deserved better".. but it's easily one of WBD's worst screw jobs.

Having finished this list it was nice to go back.. but this ending is a stark reminder both how eaisly I fell off CN shows for a while till max started airing them next day, and how bad it's gotten. we still hav eGOOD shows.. but they barely get any promotion and go to max first. the last part isn't bad, it's just the times, but it's clear CN simply isn't the priority it was. CN Studios closed.. because CN as a concept is really only around to make a few cable dollars. THey've pivoted and hopefully the new shows recently showcased give us some good stuff.

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Know T-Square Metal Fabrications Better

T-Square Metal Fabrications has been the most trusted premium welding service provider for quite some time. Our experienced team uses the latest technologies and tools to deliver top-quality engineered solutions that will surpass the client’s expectations.

Welding Services in Detail

Welding is an art in metal fabrication, perfectly joining metal components to create solid and long-lasting structures. Proper planning, skill, and experience are needed to get a neat finish. We understand the significance of employing precise methods and strategies in every welding endeavour, regardless of scale or complexity.

TIG Welding Services: Accuracy at its best

TIG in TIG welding services stands for Tungsten Inert Gas, known for versatility and perfection. It uses a non-consumable tungsten electrode to weld, and a shielding gas safeguards the molten metal from damage. T-Square Metal Fabrications uses the power of TIG to give strong welds with less damage to the components. We use this method in aerospace components, automotive parts, and architectural structures.

MIG Welding Services: Efficient and Reliable

MIG in MIG welding services stands for Metal Inert Gas, also known as Gas Metal Arc Welding. It is known for its efficiency and speed. It uses consumable wire electrodes and a shielding gas to create welding. At T-Square Metal Fabrications, we use the benefits of MIG welding to provide perfect welds efficiently, making us the easy choice for high-production-volume runs, manufacturing, and structural fabrications.

Benefits of choosing T-Square Metal Fabrications

Customisation: At T-Square Metal Fabrications, we focus on our clients’ industry needs and provide customised welding solutions. We understand that one welding method doesn’t work for everything. T-Square Metal Fabrications can flawlessly and efficiently handle stainless steel, exotic alloys, aluminium, or carbon steel.

Assured Quality: We do not compromise on quality at any cost. Every project of ours is guided by strict quality control measures so that the finished product is of the best quality and is of the best standard. We adhere to the regulations for industries and use the latest testing techniques to confirm the strength of the welding so that clients can relax with us getting the job done.

Eco-friendly Practices: In recent years, following eco-friendly practices has become a must. We try to reduce waste generation and optimise energy consumption so that the environment is safeguarded to a certain extent. When you choose T-Square Metal Fabrications, you are not just opting for quality welding but also for a greener future.

Modernisation & Latest Technology: Modernisation and technology in welding, including the latest tools and techniques, are necessary to improve efficiency and productivity.

Conclusion:

T-Square Metal Fabrications is one of the most preferred welding services, and it is known for its quality and perfection. We at T-Square Metal Fabrications have been offering different types of welding services, like TIG welding services, metal fabrications, and MIG welding services, and have many successful projects. When you opt for us for your welding services, you also choose the customisation option, premium quality, eco-friendly practices, modernisation, and the latest technology. From minute designs to complex welding, we have it all for you.

For any welding services, call 03 8789 7455 or visit our office at 30 Mickle St Dandenong South VIC 3175.

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The Art of Auto Body Repair: Panel Beaters Unveil Their Techniques

In the world of automotive repair, there exists a subtle yet profound art form: panel beating. Far beyond the mere mending of dents and scratches, panel beaters are the artisans who sculpt metal back to its original form, breathing new life into damaged vehicles. 

Their craft is a blend of precision, patience, and creativity, where each dent is not just a flaw but an opportunity for transformation. In this article, we delve into the fascinating world of panel beating, unveiling the techniques that make it a true art form.

At its core, panel beaters Altona North-wide restores a car's body to its factory condition. However, it's not simply a matter of hammering out dents and applying a fresh coat of paint. Panel beaters must possess a keen eye for detail and an intimate understanding of the vehicle's structure. They must also be proficient in a variety of techniques, ranging from metal shaping to welding and finishing.

1. Metal Shaping

Panel beaters utilise a variety of tools such as hammers, dollies, and anvils to reshape metal back to its original form. Each hammer blow is calculated and precise, gradually coaxing the metal to conform to its intended shape.

The process requires a delicate balance between force and finesse, ensuring that even the slightest dents are meticulously repaired.

2. Welding Techniques

In cases of severe damage, welding becomes necessary to replace or reinforce damaged sections. Panel beaters are proficient in various welding techniques, such as MIG, TIG, and oxy-acetylene welding.

Proper welding requires technical skill and an understanding of metallurgy to ensure the strength and integrity of the repair.

3. Finishing Touches

After the metalwork is complete, panel beaters Altona North focus on smoothing out imperfections and applying body filler where necessary. Meticulous sanding is performed to achieve a flawless surface that is ready for the final coat of paint.

This stage requires patience and precision, as any flaws in the surface will be magnified once the paint is applied.

4. Paint Application

Matching the exact colour and finish of the vehicle's original paint is crucial. Panel beaters employ various tools, such as spray guns and airbrushes, to achieve the perfect finish. The goal is to ensure that the repaired area blends seamlessly with the surrounding panels, leaving no trace of the damage.

5. Creativity and Artistry

Panel beating is not just about restoring function but also preserving history and imbuing vehicles with personality. Each repair is an opportunity for panel beaters to leave their mark, transforming damaged vehicles into works of art.

Classic cars, in particular, often require extensive restoration work, highlighting the artistry and creativity of panel beaters.

6. Preservation of History

Panel beaters play a crucial role in preserving the legacy of classic cars, ensuring that their original beauty is maintained for future generations. By breathing new life into vintage vehicles, panel beaters contribute to the preservation of automotive history.

Their skilled hands and meticulous attention to detail ensure that these iconic vehicles continue to be admired and appreciated.

Wrapping Up

Panel beating is more than just a repair job – it's a true art form that requires a unique blend of technical skill, creativity, and craftsmanship. From shaping metal to applying the final coat of paint, panel beaters Altona North-wide are the unsung heroes of the automotive world, transforming damaged vehicles into works of art one hammer blow at a time. Source By: The Art of Auto Body Repair: Panel Beaters Unveil Their Techniques

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Aluminium Welding's Benefits in Modern Fabrication

Enter modern fabrication's thrilling world! Aluminium welding has revolutionised this fast-paced, precision-driven business. Aluminium is being used for many fabrication projects across sectors due to its adaptability, strength, and durability.

Aluminium Welding Equipment and Safety

Optimal Aluminium welding results require the correct equipment. You'll need a reliable Aluminium-specific welding machine first. AC electricity is used for this equipment, not DC, as with other metals.

Aluminium welding benefits modern fabrication

Modern fabrication has embraced aluminium welding for a good cause. There are many benefits to welding with Aluminium.

The light weight is a major benefit. In aerospace and automotive applications, aluminium is lighter than steel, making it excellent for weight reduction. Reduces transportation expenses and boosts fuel economy.

Another benefit of aluminium welding is corrosion resistance. When exposed to air, aluminium creates a protective oxide layer that prevents further oxidation and maintains durability in severe situations.

Industries using aluminium welding

Aluminium welding has several industrial uses. Aluminium welding is important in the automotive industry. The lightweight nature of aluminium makes it suitable for automotive frames, engine components, and body panels. It's corrosion-resistant and suited for outdoor use.

Aluminium welding is used in aircraft due of its strength-to-weight ratio. Aluminium alloy wings, fuselage parts, and landing gear require precision welding to ensure structural integrity.

The Latest Aluminium Fabrication Trends

Technology and ingenuity have transformed Aluminium fabrication. Annual trends change how aluminium is made and used in numerous industries.

Automation and robotics are popular in Aluminium fabrication in Auckland. These technologies boost production efficiency, precision, and quality. Precision welding via automated technologies reduces human error and boosts production.

Integrating 3D printing into Aluminium manufacturing is another trend. This innovative method makes complex designs easy to build, resulting in lightweight, durable components. Manufacturers can quickly and cheaply make custom items using 3D printing.

In addition, the Aluminium fabricating business prioritizes sustainability. To cut waste and carbon emissions, companies are recycling scrap Aluminium. Innovative approaches like powder coating improve longevity and reduce environmental effect.

Modern aluminium fabrication procedures have also been shaped by CAD software. Designers can use CAD systems to generate complex digital models before making prototypes or finished products. This reduces production time and ensures design accuracy.

Thanks to technological advances and ecological practices, the aluminium fabrication business has a bright future. More revolutionary innovations will alter how we create this versatile metal as innovation unleashes its possibilities.

Excellent Aluminium Fabrication: Tips

Aluminium fabrication is a speciality that requires accuracy and detail. For millennia, craftspeople have shared secrets for Aluminium fabrication. These secrets differentiate novices from masters in this field.

A fundamental to successful Aluminium fabrication is preparation. Before starting a project, clean and degrease the Aluminium. This prevents impurities from affecting weld quality.

Another secret is choosing the correct welding method for each job. TIG or MIG welding may be needed for different projects. An experienced Aluminium fabricator knows when and how to employ each method.

Perfection requires attention to detail. Every step must be done carefully, from measuring and cutting materials to aligning assembly. Precision ensures structural integrity and aesthetics.

Successful Aluminium fabrication requires metallurgy knowledge. Fabricators can make informed selections concerning alloy composition, heat treatment methods, and weldability.

In an ever-changing sector, innovation is key. Keeping up with technology lets fabricators use new equipment and methods to boost production and quality.

The Secrets of Mastering Stainless Steel Fabrication

The best stainless steel fabrication in Auckland has specific secrets. These industry gurus have perfected their methods over years of practice to generate breakthrough results. Let's examine some of the primary drivers of stainless steel manufacturing mastery.

Selecting Quality Materials: Choosing high-quality materials is key to successful stainless steel production. Different stainless steel grades vary in corrosion resistance, strength, and appearance. Fabricators can choose the best material for each job by understanding these variances.

Stainless steel production requires accurate cutting. Laser and plasma cutters help ensure crisp edges and little deformation during cutting.

Like Aluminium welding, correct welding methods are crucial to stainless steel manufacturing. TIG welding produces clean, strong welds without compromising beauty, making it popular for combining stainless steels.

Any stainless steel product can be improved by a perfect finish. Experts finish surfaces using polishing, passivation, or electroplating.

Technology: Mastering stainless steel manufacture nowadays requires embracing technology.

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Transparent Processes, End-to-End Support: The BCM Advantage in Pune

In the vibrant city of Pune, where innovation and ambition intertwine, job seekers are increasingly turning to overseas consultancy services to navigate the complex terrain of international employment. As opportunities abroad beckon, having a reliable guide becomes imperative. Here, we delve into the role of overseas consultancy, particularly in Pune, shedding light on how these services streamline the path to global careers.

The Rising Trend in Overseas Consultancy in Pune

Pune, known for its thriving IT sector, educational institutions, and cosmopolitan lifestyle, has become a hub for individuals aspiring to build international careers. The trend of seeking opportunities beyond borders has given rise to a parallel surge in the demand for reliable overseas consultancy services.

Why Workers Choose Overseas Consultancy, especially in Pune

1.Expert Guidance on Visa Processes and Documentation:

The workers, often highly skilled in their respective fields, seek guidance on the intricate visa processes and documentation required for international employment. Overseas consultancies, equipped with the latest information and connections, provide crucial assistance in navigating these bureaucratic hurdles.

2.Customized Career Guidance:

The diverse workforce, spanning from MIG and TIG Welders to ITI fitters, seeks personalised career guidance. Overseas consultancy services in Pune, like the BCM Group, offer tailored advice, considering an individual's skills, career goals, and the specific demands of the global job market.

3.Overall Personality Enhancement:

Recognising the competitiveness of the global job market, skilled workers rely on overseas consultancies to guide them in personality enhancement. Whether it's tackling interview questions or cultural know-how, these add-ons aim to augment employability, ensuring that the workers stand out on the international stage.

BCM Group: Your Trusted Partner in Pune's Global Ascent

Amidst the array of overseas consultancy services in Pune, BCM Group emerges as a trusted partner for those aspiring to carve a niche in the global job market. Approved by the Ministry of External Affairs, BCM Group combines expertise with a commitment to ethical practices.

The BCM Advantage:

1.Transparent Processes:

BCM Group's government approval isn't just a formality, it's a commitment to transparency. The workers can trust that the processes align with ethical standards, giving them confidence in their pursuit of international opportunities.

2.End-to-End Support:

Unlike many consultancies, BCM Group provides comprehensive support, from the initial consultation to post-placement assistance. This end-to-end approach ensures a seamless experience for Pune professionals venturing into overseas employment.

3.Career-Aligned Placements:

BCM Group doesn't just focus on securing jobs, it's dedicated to aligning careers. Workers collaborating with BCM Group find placements that resonate with their skills, aspirations, and the demands of the international job market.

Conclusion:

A Global Future with Pune's Overseas Consultancy Services

In the bustling metropolis of Pune, where the dreams of a global career take flight, overseas consultancy services play a pivotal role. As workers set their sights on international opportunities, having a reliable guide becomes paramount.

BCM Group, with its government approval and unwavering commitment to ethical practices, stands as the best consultancy in India for abroad jobs and for those navigating the exciting yet complex landscape of global employment. Choose BCM Group, and let your career soar across borders.

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Juniper should have realized that the second those words spilled out of her mouth they were to be taken literally by Happy. The physical scar may not have happened while they were together, but it wasn't like Slade had made her life easy while she was living in Santo Padre either. The fact he was still alive and thriving didn't mean that the Wolfharts were clear of his debt either. As long as the bastard was breathing, there was the chance that they would always be called on to do his dirty work for him. That wasn't the life she wanted anymore. This life here right now with Happy was all she wanted.

For the longest moment, she just stared into Hap's dark eyes. Whatever words came out of her mouth next were very crucial to their future. If she said no, that meant that her phone could ring any minute or even one of Slade's goons could show up in Charming demanding that she and/or August get to work. It wasn't something they could refuse either. They'd already been spared once. There was no second time. Saying no also meant that those bastards remained free to do as they pleased, unphased by what they had done while Juniper walked around with an ugly scar and was kept awake by the things that had been done to her as well as what she was forced to do for the cartel.

❝ Yes. ❞ It was said so simply that you would have that that it was a simple answer. It wasn't, not really. Maybe it was for Happy because that meant finally killing the people who harmed his old lady but for Juniper, it meant a lot more than that. For one, she was terrified of the cartel outnumbering them and her loved ones dying because she wanted revenge and means to an end once and for all. What if Hap or Tig died because she and her father hadn't pulled one job off as superbly as they should have years ago? She couldn't live with herself if that was the case.

She gently grasped his arm, although she wasn't stopping him from gripping her and forcing her to look at him and give him the answer that he had been waiting for. ❝ I want them dead but not if it means I lose you. I can't lose you, Hap. Okay? ❞

there's a significant change in his demeanor the second the words leave her mouth. domesticity replaced with the cold, bloodthirsty killer that had become so feared by so many. his hand finds its way to her throat, though no pressure is applied -- simply forcing her to look at him rather than the ceiling. 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚋 𝚟𝚘𝚝𝚎, & certainly shouldn't even be entertaining the idea without tig present but [ . . . ] the rage has been bubbling beneath the surface for so long now, & he could only keep it chained for so long. the club will just have to understand.

❛ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐭. ❜ dark eyes staring right at her, needing to hear from her that she really did want him to do this. because for her, he would always kill in a heartbeat, no questions asked. it had been far too long since he was allowed to have fun anyways. hand is still toying at her neck, grip tightening ever so slightly. ❛ 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭? ❜

[rebelwrites]

Day 1 - Christmas Tree

Sons of Anarchy x Reader

Prompt: “This tree’s bigger than my future”

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You were never the type of person to get hyped up over Christmas, but that all changed when you found your true family. It all started when you went for a job and from day one Gemma took you under her wing, calling you the daughter she never had.

So what once was a season of gloom for you, it was replaced with love and laughter.

“You are up early kiddo” Jax’s voice appeared behind you, as he joined you on the porch for the morning smoke.

Ever since you joined the Samcro family you moved in with Jax and Opie. Even though you were only a couple of years younger than the boys they seemed to like calling you kiddo. It was cute so you didn’t mind.

“Well it is the first of December” you smiled at him as you took a drag of your cigarette.

“You know I remember when you hated Christmas” he smirked, nudging your shoulder.

“Yeah well I never really had anyone to spend it with before and let’s face it mom is a bit obsessed with Christmas” you laughed.

“Yeah you got that one right” Jax nodded as Opie wandered outside.

“Apparently you should see the size of the tree she’s got this year” Opie laughed.

“The bigger the better I say” You said sticking your tongue out at the boys as you dropped your smoke into the ashtray “I’m gonna go get ready and head over and help her”

It had become a tradition that on the first of December, there was no club business. It was a family day, where you would all help decorate the clubhouse and Gemma would cook for everyone. It was something you looked forward to just as much as Christmas itself.

Everyone was now gathered around the tree that had just been delivered. This was the biggest tree Samcro had.

“Holy shit mom” you said looking up at the tree “this tree is bigger than my fucking future”

This had everyone in fits of laughter.

“Please don’t make me laugh so hard he might kill me off lass” Chibs said with tears streaming down his cheeks clutching his chest.

“Maybe that was the plan” you said emotionless shrugging your shoulders.

“Watch it you” he smirked pointing at you “or a won’t share me whiskey with you this year”

“Oh chibsy” you smirked wrapping your arms around his neck “you know I would just steal it if you”

Once everyone had caught their breath you were trying to work out how the fuck you were going to decorate the mammoth tree.

“Urm I vote for the kiddo to basically go bungee jumping off the roof” Tig winked.

“I will stab you with an icicle” you growled holding the decoration up at him.

“No one is stabbing anyone with the decorations” Gemma smirked taking it off you “let’s keep you away from sharp decorations today yeah”

“In all seriousness we don’t have enough decorations to put on the tree” You said as you somehow managed to get yourself tangled up in the fairy lights.

“Why is it every year you get yourself tangled in the lights” Juice laughed as he started to help get you out of the lights.

“It just happens okay and you lot let me do the lights so it’s all your fault” you pouted as you saw Jax taking a photo of you.

“Just another one to add to the album” he winked making you stick your middle finger up at him.

“I swear to god you are all children” Gemma laughed “but it’s what makes Christmas”

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“Ai Kato.”

The applause that she hears is mediocre at best, jeez! She deserves better than this after the years she’s spent at Gallagher. Months of grueling lessons and a weird administration, Ai was done with it back in the fall of 2021. But now she’s officially done with it as she takes her diploma, refuses to shake hands with the President, and keeps walking.

“Narumi Kato.”

He’s right after her of course and is more respectful than her. Ai stands there, waiting for him to come despite professors telling to continue walking. She ignores them, eyes on the man before her. He stops in front of her, waiting for her to do something. She almost doesn’t, she considers turning her back on him and going back to walking. Instead, she lightly hits his chest with her fist, a smile on her face. “Nice job.”

It’s a surprise to hear his sister being so gentle and kind to him. Though Narumi doesn’t ignore the kindness, he takes it with much appreciation as he nods his head. “Same to you.”

Ai barely gets through Gallagher. She didn’t know Laura Sutton nor cared for the older woman, but she def loved the freedom of her being President. Now she has to deal with some lame-o and she H A T E S it!!! Can’t really leave because it’s a part of the deal if she wants to avoid jail. So she sticks through it.

Gets decent grades, though, she does watch her brother thrive at Gallagher. He’s the brains and she’s the brawns ( even though they’re both fighters ).

By the end of their second year, their fathers gives Narumi the option to leave Gallagher and come back home. “Since your sister hasn’t gotten into any trouble, you can come back.” Narumi declines which surprises everyone. Tells them that while she’s doing alright now, you’ll never know if it’ll truly continue.

Ai thinks it’s a load of crap but goes along with it. Honestly, she would’ve felt a bit upset if he had left her. Though she never tells him.

It’s by their last year in April that the two have a heart to heart. They’re drunk, thinking about their futures and what’s to happen next. Narumi pours out his heart and feelings about being the bastard child and how left out he felt. Ai listens for once and says how she felt annoyed about his presence. “Because you’re a prime example of our father’s deceitfulness. A child of a woman who he cheated with.” A pause, as she lets the words sink and settle. “But it’s wrong of me to take that out on you. You didn’t ask to be born, much less in our family.”

There’s no tears or words of apologies, that’s all that can be said by the two. It’s the mark of their new friendship and bond as siblings.

Ai does cry a little during graduation but ONLY in front of Nate and Tigs. Because this will be the last time they’ll ever be together almost every single day. They’ve known the two since they were teenagers, the two boys were their first group of real friends. Now they’re leaving and going back to Gallagher. Wipes away their tears, tells the two if they tell anyone of this moment, they’ll kill them.

Ai goes back to Japan with Narumi where the two take on jobs as Kendo instructors for their family. This lasts for about two years for Ai before they get a job as a bodyguard for political figures. It was a joke that they brought up when talking to Priya and now look at them, protecting others.

It’s a nice job and they genuinely enjoy it. Like a lot. Because of this, Ai goes to their father saying that they no longer want to take over as the family’s head. “Let Narumi do it, he actually deserves it. He’s not the oldest but he’s the only one here with his head on straight.” A surprise to hear from his oldest child but her father doesn’t question it.

Narumi becomes the Kato’s family head and Ai continues doing work as a professional bodyguard.

She meets a beautiful Japanese woman. They date, fall in love, and get married. They have a big family. Invites her few Gallagher friends to the wedding, it’s a freakin’ party!!!

Dies of old age. <3

[scarredreamer]

“I really appreciate it, brother, you gettin’ that for her.” Tig spoke. He knew Alexandra was having a hard time, you could see it in her eyes but on the other hand, she knew. Clay had broken the rules, and there was no escaping the consequences of that. No matter what, and Jax couldn’t look like a push over, letting Clay off scot free.

Tig’s features twisted into a frown, hearing Jax speak of Abel and the questions he’d soon be answering about grandpa. Tig was glad he wouldn’t be doing the same with little Benjamin, as he watched his wife place their son into Jax’s arms. “That’s gotta be tough, man. I couldn’t even imagine but I know you’ll do a good job when the time comes.”

Tig nodded in understanding, he too knew this would be the last place Clay would come begging for forgiveness. Gemma wouldn’t give it to him not after all shit he’d done. No one would, but Tig did know he may search for it in his daughter, and that was why she had to go off to law school. Protect her from the fallout.

A smile tugged at Tig’s features watching Jax with little Benjamin. The little boy was so captivated by his Uncle, Trager blue eyes gazing into Jax’s blue ones. His tiny head rested against the leather of his kutte, the moment itself was perfect. All Tig’s doubts of becoming a father again erased once he laid eyes on Ben.

“I will, brother. I promise. Ben will no nothing of this life, Alexandra and I want a better future for our son than patching into SAMCRO. You know once he’s a bit older, and my wife’s done her studies,” Tig spoke, pausing before going on, “Alexandra and I are gonna try for another baby, give him a sibling. She’s already thinking we’re gonna have a daughter.”

“Then I’m gettiń fixed, brother. No more kids. Xan and I already talked about it. She’s already an amazing mom.”

“Isn’t he just precious? Mom loves to steal snuggles with her grandson.” Alexandra spoke, and took a sip of her tea, “Alexander’s convinced his first word is gonna be dad.”

Closed writings for @tellertheking

Tig closed the clubhouse door behind him, a nagging feeling in the back of his mind of tonight's church. The man, he'd stood by for years...no decades, it seemed like the former president had been hung out to dry. Living on borrowed time thanks to Gaelen and the Irish, wanted him as some point person to keep the gun business alive. The perfect trade off, Jax gets us away from guns, and Clay continues to earn in Ireland. His blue hues shifted along at his brothers, some sitting along the bar and others chatting about anything but the impending vote. To get their minds off having to put the former president to pasture. Tig knew where his vote had to lie, he just couldn't support Clay after the things he'd done. Mayhem, would be too extreme, a daughter didn't deserve to lose her father. Alexandra was also Tig's ol' lady, the two had been married a while back. The two now shared a son, named Benjamin, who'd been born in the midst of the chaos with the club. "Jax, what are we doin'" Tig asks, placing his hand onto his brother's kutte, "Has it really came to this? I have a heart attack, and now I gotta vote Clay out."

[demon-never-leaving]

Levi Character Study

Tagged by @nereol​ Thank for the tag! I’m only gonna tag @v-stands-for-vega​

Layer 01: The Outside

Name: Levi Doe. Vi or V to most people, but close friends can call him Levi.

Eye Color: Organic Eyes were Amber, but his optics are Red.

Hair Style/Color: Natural Black, in it’s natural curly style usually. (I couldn’t find a decent cyberpunk equivalent.)

Height: 6′3 (1,62 m)

Clothing Style: Tight shirts, jeans and boots, plus bomber jackets/The Samurai Jacket.

Best Physical Feature: His Tig Ol Biddies

Layer 02: The Inside

Fears: Being forgotten, Being abandoned, Being hated.

Guilty Pleasures: Bad Movies, Junk Food, Stealing things

Biggest Pet-peeves: Being made fun of for when he starts to stutter, making fun of his weight or his history as a streetkid

Ambitions For The Future: Becoming a legend, settling down and perhaps having a few children.

Layer 03: Thoughts

First Thought Waking Up: “OH WOW, 6 AM!”

What They Think About Most: The current job at hand, or his mistakes he’s made

What They Think About Right Before Bed: “Another Day...”

What They Think Their Good Quality Is: Being a good friend.

Layer 04: Either Or

Single or Group Dates: Single

To Be Loved or Respected: Both

Beauty or Brains: Brains.

Dogs or Cats: Cats.

Layer 05: Do They…

Lie: Not to friends, but to clients and strangers he will if he has too.

Believe In Themselves: No.

Believe In Love: He didn’t always, until he met his first love and he knew he loved her.

Want Someone: Levi wants several people. My friend Parker’s OC Vega, Alt, Evelyn, Johnny and Rogue.

Layer 06: Have They…

Been On Stage: Yes. He’s played music here and there. In one AU he’s even the bassist for Samurai.

Done Drugs: Yes. But only stuff like weed, he doesn’t like hard drugs.

Changed Who They Were To Fit In: Sometimes, but he learned people love him for who he is.

Layer 07: What’s Their…

Favorite Color: Cherry Red, White, Orange and Navy Blue.

Favorite Animal: Lions.

Favorite Book: He has no idea.

Favorite Game: Never really played them but he likes VR Shooters.

Layer 08: Age

Day Their Next Birthday Will Be: June 13th 2077

How Old Will They Be: 28

Layer 09: I…

I Love: My partner(s), my friends

I Feel: Nervous, but loved.

I Hide: that I'm afraid people won’t need me anymore.

I Miss: A lot of things.

I Wish: I could make everyone okay.