#tig x venus

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Cannot get enough of these two ❤️

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I cannot read oc x tig / reader x tig because that is extremely offensive to the light of his life, venus van dam. Did you not hear him? That’s his fuckin little baby!!!!!!!!!

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A Charming Journey Home (SOA) chapter 6

Minors, please do NOT interact with this work. Sorry. The fun filth is under the cut, as always. Thank you for encouraging me and following with me on this journey. As all journeys must, they come to an end. At least, for now. This is the end of a Charming Journey Home.

“Let’s take her back to the club. Gemma can help.” Chibs said as he leaned into his burner phone. Tig kept his arms around you, encouraging your deep breaths. “Gemma? Yeah- we got a package coming your way. She’s okay but- the prospects got her jeep.”

“I gotta stay- finish the shift. Can someone just pick me up?”  you found yourself asking, not wanting to face what might happen. You wanted to wrap yourself up in the safety that was your boys. “Filip, Alex– please??” you found yourself asking, never quite having used their actual names until now. It was almost like breaking an sacrament. 

Things were put in motion and the night was a blur to you. You didn’t quite wake up or come back fully to yourself until you were driving up to T&M, seeing Gemma outside broke you slightly- you always had a soft spot for the matriarch. 

“Gem.”

“Darling girl.” she whispered, holding you in her embrace for a moment, while Chibs and Tig looked around, making sure the compound was all clear. It was almost unnecessary, but you welcomed the action. 

“I heard everything.” she said succinctly as she guided you back into the clubhouse, your boys walking past you with a slight embrace, off to see Clay and make plans. You let out a long sigh and nodded. “I bet you want the kids- I sent juice over to make sure they’re okay.” you thanked Gemma for her thoughtfulness, and she was succinct with her parting words, shooting you a knowing look "Bad shit happens to greedy whores." You took a few hours to yourself to relax and put everything to rights. You didn’t want to scare your parents or the kids with more stories about the Sons, or any of that club stuff. But somehow, you felt like everything was kind of on repeat, it was as if Connie was back. 

Connor. 

You hadn’t thought about him in months.  Now it was almost as if you were back in Ireland. You allowed yourself to relax into the couch, your arms around the twins, your oldest leaning into your legs from his seat at your feet, the faint beeping sounds of his game system keeping you faintly tied to this world. You knew they understood the gravity of the situation, but at the same time you felt safer here in the clubhouse than out there. 

“Bedtime, let’s go.” you found yourself saying as you blinked up at the clock. The kids silently obeyed you, trotting off to a room that Gemma had claimed for you and the kids, you put them to bed efficiently and once they were asleep, you went back out. 

You couldn’t help yourself. You had to know what was going on. You had promised yourself you’d stay detached, but you had to know. Your space had been invaded, and you wanted to know what you were up against. Standing up tall, or at least as tall as you could with your petite frame, you moved confidently towards Chibs’s room. He was more likely to be straight with you, you had a feeling that Tig would try to protect you more, but Chibs, he had been through Ireland as well, and you knew he would understand. 

“Chibs?” you asked, knocking on the door. You didn’t want to walk in on him if he had a girl with him, even if the thought made you twitch slightly. You heard him moving around, and then he opened the door to you. 

“Okay, what?” he asked, a brow lifted in a knowing gesture. You moved past him, turning to face him and he shut the door. 

“So what’s gonna happen now?”

“We gotta some work t’ do.” Chibs said in a slight huff, smirking as he sat himself heavily down on the bed. “There’s some stuff gonna go down this weekend… thanks t’ ya friend. Amanda pissed off some people, that’s what. She took herself down there and sold herself to another club.”

“What?” you said with a startled expression on your face. It couldn’t be Amanda, that sold the Sons out to that club, but at the same time…… 

It was Amanda. It was a shit thing she’d do, she’d wanted to be part of the club so long and they had denied her for so long. You fell back on the bed, your hands over your eyes as you tried to think but you couldn’t. All you could do was keep your eyes closed, your mind spinning from Chibs to Amanda, and back to Chibs and Tig. You listened to Chibs outline what Amanda had done, and how it had fucked everything up. Thanks to you, though, the Sons would be able to salvage something of their operation. Chibs’s hand slid up and down your thigh as you listened to him, your head still spinning but for different reasons. His hands felt so good, solid, and calming. He grounded you, and kept you from going into a tailspin, freaking out six ways to sunday. 

“Don’t stop.” you found yourself murmuring, his hand stilling slightly up at the crux of your thighs, where the thick denim felt like nothing, you could feel his warm hand burning into your leaky slit. 

“Darlin’ say the word.”

“Filip.” you whispered, arching your back to him.

He moved quick as lightning, hands moving quickly to remove your jeans, everything below your waist disappearing as if you had only to think of it, and it would happen.

His rough mouth slid over your moist heat. You could feel the warm slick of his tongue prodding through your wet folds, licking up every drop you produced, and your thighs held still, your breathing grew hoarse. 

“Filip, please.”

“Please what, Lass?”

“Don’t stop.” you whined as Chibs coaxed orgasm after orgasm from you, your legs trembling and stomach contorting with each spasm of pleasure that shot through your body. You could see stars, and you floated along the edge, and then you felt his warm heat nudging at your thighs. 

“Y’ need this, princess?” his voice coaxed, his face coming up to yours, his mouth inches from yours as you could feel the heat burning you through. 

“Why you askin’ I told you not to stop.” You said with a half-laugh, catching your breath long enough for him to laugh sightly as he leaned forward, filling you up to the hilt with his thick cock. You felt filled up and complete, as if something had slid in place. 

It didn’t last long, with the man above you, filling you and his movements were slow and sure, but you knew he would do this again-  and again- and again, as long as you would allow him. He was your Filip, and you had welcomed him with open arms. You turned slightly, his rough kisses sliding from your mouth down to your neck, his mouth working your throat and back up, until you couldn’t help it anymore. You sobbed out his name, wrapping your legs around his waist and forcing him further up inside you, squeezing his cock with the immense wave of pleasure that you felt each time he moved inside you. 

“Stop being a fucking tease, and fuck me.” 

“Ah–!” you heard your name, strangled out as he slid out of you, hot come spilling at your entrance. He plowed through you, his hands at your shoulders, holding you close to him. Your heartbeats slowed, and your breathing grew more even. 

You and Chibs cleaned up, you looking at yourself critically in the mirror, wondering if it would leave a mark, or not, but you didn’t care. The small bruise would be easy to explain away. You opened the door, and laughed at Tig, who was lounging at the door. 

“Private party?” he asked with a slight pout. 

“I saw Venus eyeing you earlier.” you said with  grin, winking at Tig. “I know you’ve been chasing that for awhile. I figured– she’s a good gal, and I think you need a shot at that alone.” Chibs moved behind you, closing the door and latching it. “Filip, he’s done a good job of making sure I’m okay. He’s got my lucky charms.” 

“Well, you know who to call when he can’t perform.” Tig winked saucily at you, kissing you on the mouth, tasting the warm heat that Chibs had imprinted on you with his rough kisses hours earlier. You and Chibs followed Tig back into the clubhouse public area, listening to the croweaters twittering over the recruits, and you sat with Gemma at the bar, listening to Gemma and Jax, your kids sleeping in Gemma and Clay's room close by as the members relaxed in the living quarters of the clubhouse in the late hours of the night.

You were home, you realized with a jolt as Chibs went behind the bar and poured you a shot of whiskey, with a can of coke fizzing open. Your heart grew three times its size at the moment your eyes met your man’s over the whiskey. 

You were fucking, finally, home.

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Meet the Reaper 25

Alrighty. Here's the next bit. Another bit of filler, but it also gives a little more information on how the club has planned to take care of Megan in everything they can.

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Warnings: slight suggestive material. I don't remember cursing in here but I probably did. More foreshadowing, but it's my favorite literary device so you might as well get used to it.

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Back at the clubhouse, Megan grinned as she saw Tía Diana and Tessa waiting on the porch. Marcus laughed as he dismounted his bike, only to discover Tessa was headed for the Mustang to meet her prima. Taza grinned too. “We’re chopped liver as long as the princessas are together, Padrino.”

He smiled as Diana came to greet him with a kiss. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way, Brother.”

They spent a low key night in the clubhouse watching -mostly- kid safe movies. Megan and Tessa curled together on a couch with snacks as the men unwound by playing pool or just hanging out. By the time Diana and Marcus were ready to head back to Bishop’s for the night, the girls were fast asleep, curled together like puppies with Rex.

Hank chuckled and pulled out his phone to snap a picture. “That’s another one for her wall…”

Taza grinned. “I agree, ‘mano.” He looked to Marcus. “You sure you want to wake her? She could stay at the ranch for the night and give you two a night to yourself.”

Diana smiled. “Sorry, Taza. We’re going to head out early. Tessa has missed enough school already.”

He shrugged and grinned. “Well - I tried.”

Marcus chuckled a bit. “And we appreciate the thought,” he said before moving to gently wake Tessa.

As soon as Tessa moved when Marcus shook her gently, Megan’s eyes popped open and she was reaching for her holster. 

“Easy, Poquito. Just me,” he soothed. “Time for Tessa and Diana to head out.”

Megan blinked rapidly to clear the sleep from her eyes and then relaxed. “Sorry Tío. Habit.”

He smiled and smoothed a hand over her hair. “You’re okay Bebita.” He tried again to wake Tessa only to be greeted by a whine as she buried her face in Megan’s hoody on her good side more.

Bishop laughed around the cigar he was smoking. “Looks like she’s officially out for the count, Primo.”

Megan smiled ruefully and squeezed her cousin a little tighter for a moment. “Are you guys leaving in the morning, Tía?” she asked without looking up.

“Sí. Time for the tiny princessa to go back to school.” Diana leaned over the back of the couch to press a kiss to the back of Megan’s head. “We’ll call from the road so that you two can make plans, okay?”

“Okay,” she smiled sleepily up at her aunt. “Be safe.”

Marcus scooped Tessa up and smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Poquito,” he promised as they headed out the door.

Chibs smiled at Megan from his barstool. “I do believe tha’s my que too, Princess. We’ll head back tomorrow too - but not early.” Tig and Venus had already slipped out earlier in the night. He stood and came to offer Megan a smile. “See ya tomorrow, Lass.”

“Night. Ride safe, Chibs.”

Back at the ranch after showers all around, they gathered in the living room to decompress a bit more. Hank had Megan sitting between his knees so that he could brush her hair out for her before bed while Taza relaxed in the recliner. 

“That was a good catch today, Chica. What gave them away?” Taza asked.

Megan shrugged as well as she could. “They were just too interested in us to be bystanders. We always draw attention, but not like that. And then the lady showed up on that balcony and it didn’t feel right. I figured being the bubbly tourist was the safest bet. Worst case - they were L.O. and Adelita would laugh at me.”

Hank pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Either way, it was brilliant. Now - we just need to figure out who they actually were.”

Taza sighed and rubbed his face tiredly. “Most likely they were either feds or they belong to Galindo. Either one would have reason to have us followed.”

“If they were Galindo’s, they weren’t any that Luisa recognized,” Megan supplied. “She didn’t know their faces.”

“Most likely feds then. We’ll have to be extra careful about tails while Galindo is tied to them,” Hank mused as he continued to run the brush through Megan’s dark hair. “And you -” he tugged he head back to look at him. “You never carry contraband. Never. Don’t even touch it.” He kissed her forehead. “The rest of us can handle it.”

Taza nodded in agreement. “And if we’re ever caught - you know nothing about what we do. You play dumb. We’re just a M.C. Women in our world are never given details so they likely won’t think you have any. As far as the feds are concerned - you’re a cute mascot.”

Megan grimaced, but nodded. “I understand, Papa.”

“Good.” Hank looked at Taza. “And if we are caught and she’s with us - the lawyers go to Megan first. I don’t care how many of us are caught. We would have each other’s backs inside. She’d be alone.”

Taza nodded again. “That instruction has already been given, brother. Bishop and I handled it with the lawyers the other day.”

“And on that cheerful note - Bedtime,” Hank joked. “C’mon mi princessa. You’ve had a long day. Let’s go to bed. 

Megan smiled and stood to go claim a cuddle from Taza. “Night Papa.”

“Sweet dreams, Sweet Chica. Maybe in the morning we can make sure your saddle fits like it should. You can’t ride, but we can fit it at least.” He kissed her forehead softly and smiled at the excited little noise that Megan gave. 

Once in the bedroom with Rex in his dog bed, Hank watched Megan carefully for signs of pain. “How was it today, mi reina? I’m sorry I didn’t think to send your meds with Taza.”

Megan put her hair brush down on her dressing table and smiled at him in the mirror. “I was okay. The pain wasn’t anything like before when I wasn’t taking the pain relief.” She turned and moved to stand between his knees where he was perched on his footlocker at the end of the bed. 

His hands automatically went to her waist where he could slip his thumbs under her sleep shirt to stroke her skin. “I’m glad. I worried all day, but Bishop said Taza would call if you needed them. We didn’t want to interrupt your fun if you really were alright.” He smiled. “Did you enjoy the fair?”

“We had lots of fun with the games. Papa won me a duckie. He’s in the car.”

Hank laughed. “He said you kicked ass at the shooting games though.”

Megan grinned at him and bit her bottom lip. “Maybe a little. There are more prizes with the duck in the trunk.”

He kissed her softly. “That’s mi reina.” He moved her back gently so that he could pull off his shirt and crawl into bed so that she could snuggle back against his chest the way she liked. Once they were settled he frowned a little. “I wish I could have gone to the rodeo with you. Taza said it was eye opening for him. I can only imagine what it would be like for me. I’ve never even been on a horse, let alone rode in anything like that.”

She looked up at him over her shoulder. “Really? Never?”

“Not in my memory. You’ll have to teach me to ride if you want me to go with you on the horses.”

She smiled a little and yawned as she snuggled closer. He draped his arm over her waist to hold her good hand and cradled her as close as he could. “I can do that. You’d do well with Trucker, I think. He’s big enough for you. And Papa says he’s steady. He didn’t even spook when he met Rex the first time. I think you’ll be okay on him.”

Hank chuckled. “Which one do you think you’ll ride most?” he asked curiously.

“Papa says Rocket. He’s the fastest. Sugar is sweet, but she’s slow and a little lazy. And Trucker and I would be okay, but with his size I’d look like an ant riding an elephant. He’s too wide for me to ride for any real length of time properly.” She closed her eyes and Hank moved to turn off the lamp that was their only light before settling back in to hold her. Megan yawned again. “Papa also said something about buying me a cutting horse to compete again. It might be fun to finally have my very own horse… To know that it was mine…”

Hank smiled as he listened to her drift off before he closed his eyes to join her.

The next morning, Hank woke up as Megan tried to sneak out of bed. Just before she got to the edge of the bed, he grabbed her gently and pulled her back in close. “Morning, Princessa. Where you going?” he asked with a rumble.

Megan jumped a little and giggled as she realized what was happening. She relaxed back into his bare chest easily. “Morning, Baby. I was going to TRY to get breakfast ready before you woke up.”

He smiled and nuzzled her neck, placing kisses on her skin. “Mmm but I like making breakfast with you.” His hands wandered a little, stroking the skin of her abdomen and hips. 

“Mm. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to spoil you once in a while.” She melted, enjoying the feeling of his mouth and calloused hands on her skin. She pressed her hips back against his with a tiny whine. 

He grinned and nibbled gently at the hinge of her jaw. “This is spoiling me, mi reina. How’s your pain level this morning?”

She shivered pleasantly and pressed entirely against him, feeling him hardening the more she wriggled. “A little achy, but not bad. I really think I could drop the sling…”

He pressed his whole hand below her navel with a chuckle. “Easy, Princessa. Don’t start that unless you want teased back.” He laughed again at the whine she let out. “Let me see if we can get you in to the doctor in Santa Madre today. You may be right about the sling.”

They both looked up as Taza knocked on the door frame of the cracked open door. “What might she be right about?”

“Good morning, Papa,” Megan said with a smile. “I was telling Hank that I think I’d be okay without the sling.”

Taza stepped inside and frowned. “You shouldn’t push yourself, Chica…”

“I know, Papa, but the pain is so much better without the cast. I went all day without pain relief yesterday and I’m not really hurting this morning either.” She smiled and wiggled until Hank released her so that she could sit up.

Hank pushed himself up to sit against the headboard and hastily arranged the blankets before he smiled. “I told her that we’d get the doc’s opinion in Santa Madre with an x-ray.”

“They said three weeks at the hospital and the Rez doctor said you weren’t healed enough to be without the sling yet…” Taza fretted.

“That was with the plaster cast, though. The soft cast is so much lighter and without my muscles spasming like they were I’ve felt so much better…”

Hank smiled as he watched Megan weedle her father. “An x-ray with the doc won’t do any harm, Taz. If she needs to stay in the sling, then she stays in the sling. But you know it’s driving her batshit.”

Taza winced. “Fine. Make the call.” He moved to sit in Megan’s reading chair. “You call. I’ll help Megan if she needs it.”

Hank smiled and nodded before pressing a kiss to the back of Megan’s head and going to the living room for his burner phone.

Megan smiled. “Can you braid my hair for me, Papa? I can get dressed after.”

“Of course, Chica. What are we doing today?”

A short while later, Taza and Megan exited the bedroom to find Hank sitting at the table on the phone. He was speaking Spanish as he absently rubbed Rex’s ears. 

Without pausing, Megan pressed a kiss to his still sleep ruffled hair and went to the stove to start the coffee. Taza leaned in the doorway and watched as he held in a chuckle. Megan’s back was to Hank so she didn’t catch the double take he gave or notice him lose track of the conversation since it was in Spanish. 

Taza had braided Megan’s hair into her tight warrior braids and then sat back as she fussed a bit over what to wear. Eventually, she’d settled on a white racerback tank top and her light washed skinny jeans that looked like the distressing machine had gone completely apeshit on them. She was completely covered, but it was also tighter than she normally wore. She had all plans of putting her leather jacket under her kutte the way Chibs did before they left the house. 

Taza gave Hank a moment to allow his brain to reboot before he joined him at the table and jokingly threw a napkin in front of his brother. Hank shot him a glare before quickly wrapping up his call. He cleared his throat a bit. “All ready, Princessa?”

Megan finished setting up the percolator and turned to smile at them. “Yeah. Were you able to get an appointment. 

The men looked at each other and chuckled. “We don’t need an appointment, Chica. We just needed to be sure the doctor would be in town. He sometimes has out of town deliveries to make,” Taza explained. 

Hank grinned. “But, yes, mi amore, I got in touch. He’s in town today and we can see him whenever.”

“Oh good. I really want my arm back.”

Taza smiled. “We know, but you still will be limited with the soft cast.”

“But without the sling I can ride with y’all again. Or even drive my car.” She grinned. “And I can go back to work at the bar.”

Hank shook his head, grinning ruefully. “True enough, mi reina.” He stood. “I’ll go get dressed.” He winked at her. “Looks like we’re going South today.”

Taza and Megan made a quick breakfast og burritos while Hank changed. By the time they were all done eating, all three of their phones went off. Megan was closest and checked hers. “Templo tonight. Angel and EZ are headed South today too, so we’ll meet for an update after that. Also - Tía Diana left a text to say that they started back before sunrise this morning.”

Taza paused from loading the dishwasher and grabbed his. “The Scot says they’re leaving in about an hour. Want to stop by the clubhouse and say goodbye, Chica?”

“Yes, please. That means Venus is leaving too,” she said with a smile. 

They gathered their gear and donned their kuttes before heading out to meet everyone at the clubhouse. 

Hank kept a close eye on Megan on the way over, to see if she was having any anxiety over so many people leaving. She seemed to be calm and collected, but he kept a hand on her knee when he wasn’t shifting gears just in case. 

Angel was the one who rolled open the gate for them to the clubhouse, but by the look of the pit - everyone was there. The Sons were standing on the porch in what looked like last discussions of plans with Bishop and Marcus. Once they got parked, Hank came around to open Megan’s door for her so that she and Rex could get out. He started towards the porch, but realized that Megan seemed to be lingering by the car as she fussed with Rex’s harness.

“All good, mi princessa?” he asked quietly. 

Megan shot him a smile. “All good. Just don’t want to interrupt business…”

Hank grinned as Taza joined them. “Mi reina - you’re an officer. No business that you don’t know about.” Taza smiled too as realization passed over Megan’s face and she looked a bit sheepish.

“Ooops. I keep forgetting,” she grinned. 

Taza laughed. “You’ll get there, Chica. C’mon. I know you want to say goodbye to Venus.”

They joined the group just as they stepped off the stairs. 

“Well, good morning to you, Little Bit. Come to see us off?” Tig asked, ginning at her as his eyes lingered a little too long on her tight jeans that were just brushing the tops of her biker boots.

Venus smacked him in the stomach with the back of her hand before turning her own attention to Megan. “Good morning, Sweetheart. Feeling alright?” she asked, stepping forward for a hug.

Megan hugged the tall woman back. “Good morning. I’m fine. Not hurting as much. We’re actually going to see a doctor today about maybe being able to drop the sling.”

“Oh good. You let me know what they say. We’ll be on the bike, but I’ll text at rest stops.” She pulled back to smile at the younger woman and straightened the girl’s necklace for her. 

“I will. I’ll miss you,” Megan said quietly. 

“Psh. I’m only a phone call away. Call me anytime and I’ll start driving, Honey.”

Megan hugged her again. “Ride safe and say hello to Happy for me.” She grinned at Tig over Venus’s shoulder. “And you need to stop being lazy in the ring. It’s just making it harder on you.”

Tig laughed. “Oh. She bites this morning. When you’re all healed up, we’ll see who’s lazy in the ring.”

Chibs stepped forward. “It’ll still be you, Tiggy,” he drawled with a wink at Megan. “This lass’ll be a proper fighter.” He offered Megan a hug which she took. “We’ll be down in style for tha’ big party soon enough. Keep ya’self safe til’ then, alrigh’?”

Megan squeezed him around the middle gently. “I’ll be alright. Ride safe, Chibs.”

“You too, Lass.” 

With a few final goodbyes, SAMCRO mouthed their bikes and headed back North. 

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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.

[heronpoxed]

Dude!! yeah! like Tara's doing time FOR you and YOUR ego is bruised?!?!? so u go and sleep with someone else in order to can feel like a big bad boy again?! ppl saying that it was Tara's fault that she ended up in jail are literally focusing on the wrong point. Even if it was her fault it still doesn't warrant her husband cheating on her during such horrible times??

Anyway, I hate samcro's immaturity when it comes to dealing with personal relationships. It's almost laughable how toxic and hypocritical they are. I think Tig is the only exception in this case because he had the best character development and went from a creepy fuckman to a loving, caring and sweet partner to Venus <3

Major Sons of Anarchy Spoilers

This post is for Tara Knowles stans and Tara Knowles stans only!

(maybe a little bit for her antis too)

Y’all know that I love Jax Teller right? but I love Tara Knowles more and sometimes I hate Jax so much, it is absolutely palpable because he is a pathological cheating manwhore<3 

This is probably going to be some type of um expansion of the similar post I wrote years ago (I wrote a whole goddamn essay. My 17-year-old self went all out and if you’re interested, here’s the link: https://www.tumblr.com/heronpoxed/625890875891990529/sons-of-anarchy-spoilers ) but this time I am older, wiser and more pissed off. 

I was scrolling through reddit, reading some convos on why Jax cheated on Tara this much and what his motivations were. Most of them were stating similar things which can be narrowed down to this: “This was the life and the MC culture. When you’re a part of an MC there are expectations that you need to meet aka expectations to cheat on your partners. He was raised this way. He was a womanizer and had gotten a horrible example of love from Gemma and Clay. He was seeking distractions, etc” 

Well, let me tell you: What a load of fucking bullshit. 

First of all, we have Otto fucking Delaney who did so much unimaginable shit just because he was in love with Luann. Looking at Otto, would you really think that he would be capable of cheating on her?  And the fact that he was a loyal husband would make him seem less deserving of his title as an MC member? 

I hate that everyone excuses Jax’s cheating. Like, at all! I hate that Sutter thought that he had to make Jax a cheater in order to portray a realistic MC member. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t know shit about MC other than what I’ve seen on the show, but let me tell you this: Jax was always portrayed as someone who was smarter than the rest of the club, more intelligent and above all this fake and basic instinct bullshit that most of the members lived by for so long and this is exactly why Jax being a cheater does not make sense because it just made him inconsistent. The toxic MC culture is to be unfaithful to your partners but the whole essence of Jax’s character is that he tried as much as he could to go against said culture and push the MC in a healthier direction.

With Jax always taking the moral high ground while being a VP and mostly taking a moral high ground while being a prez, you wouldn’t expect him to do shit like this to Tara, a woman he so obviously loves with his whole being. Like thats the thing, you can’t even say that he doesn’t love her because the lengths that he was willing to go for her were immeasurable. He got confused there for a sec but in the end he literally gave up his freedom so she could have hers and if we look through the darker lens, we all witnessed what he did to the poor Chinese boy and his own mother. 

The only time I get Jax’s motivation to sleep with someone who isn’t his wife, is when he found out about the divorce and the pregnancy. That thing would really fvck someone up and even if I hated that instead of talking it out with Tara or just like shouting at her, he decided to bury himself in a blonde milf, I understand why he did it. He was feeling hurt and upset and betrayed (tho If he hadn’t become a person who couldn’t be reasoned with, this could’ve been avoided).

However, him sleeping with Colette in 6x01??? There is no excuse! 

This is the shit that I hate the most, man. The second his relationship with Tara got strained, he ran straight to Colette instead of facing his issues and let me tell you, this makes Jax a coward. 

What’s worse is that he wanted to do it again and if he hadn’t seen Colette with Baroski, he most definitely would’ve slept with her that day. That entire scene is absolutely disgusting. Not because it’s relatively graphic, but because of the look on Jax’s face, like Colette was his and he felt violated that someone else was sleeping with his property. I literally gagged and threw up and cried. Thats how sick that scene was.

What’s even worse than THAT, is that if Colette hadn’t died in the Diosa massacre, that manwhore would’ve slept with her again and wouldn’t even feel weird about it(1) even after being caught with her by his wife, (2) even after knowing deep down that, on moral level, Tara would’ve been upset about and would not have wanted this. 

As much as I dislike Colette and don’t greet her tendency to get attracted to the guys that are clearly taken (don’t forget she had an eye for Nero first), to say the least, it annoys the hell out of me that everyone blames her. Hello? Jax isn’t exactly blameless here?!?! He easily could’ve said NO. What would Colette have done?! forced herself on him?! give me a break. People are so quick to blame women for the shit that men build the foundation for. 

I feel exactly the same way about the Ima situation. Ima WAS dumb but it wasn’t as if both Opie and Jax hadn’t made a conscious decision to sleep with her. Jax rearranging Ima’s face, calling her a wh*re and telling her to stay away from his family was unwarranted to say the least considering that he brought her in the clubhouse, into his life and inadvertently, everyone else’s.

Gods know how much I love Jax Teller but dude, DUDE! like I could never excuse such shitty behavior of his and whoever does is an utter misogynist and a victim of toxic masculinity. Jax wouldn’t have been any less intimidating or any less biker-y without being a pathological cheater. He could’ve broken Tara’s heart a million different ways, could’ve dealt with his cowardly issues with a million different distractions and coping mechanisms. Why did it have to be constant infidelity? 

Honestly, that’s so embarrassing of you, Jax.

What breaks my heart the most is the fact that Tara went back to him every single time even though she clearly stated that cheating was a deal-breaker for her. That’s how much she loved him but at the end of the day, that’s a woman written by a m*n; fulfilling this sick male fantasy that the woman has to be loyal to the man no matter what.

Damn, I needed to say all that. I’m rewatching like for the 5th time I think and I am so so angry. Now that I’m older I see things more clearly which makes me even more angry. 

I don’t know what the take-away is from this y’all but I can say one thing: Tara Knowles-Teller, my sweet, beautiful angel, deserved the best version of her husband. Not that second-hand cheap copy of him. 

[yourwinchesterbros]

Hi darling! This is for the Sons of Anarchy ship/match-up:

𝑭𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔: I'm about 5'5, pale skin, blue/grey eyes, blonde around my face and brown then black at the ends of my hair. I have many many piercings, and I'm covered in tattoos. I'm curvy/plus size and am body positive.

𝑯𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔: Reading, writing, collecting rings, journaling, tarot. I'm also collecting as many books as I can because I want to have my own library where people can take whichever book they wish.

𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚: INFJ, Chaotic Good, Gryffindor, Aquarius Sun, Capricorn Moon, Aries Rising, Pisces Venus (this last one might help with the match especially). I'm a passionate person and have strong opinions. I will always stand up for what I believe in, no matter how scared I feel. I think I'm quite witty and intelligent, although I do get overwhelmed quite easily. I'm incredibly open-minded and progressive. I love to laugh and make others laugh too. I'm sensitive, and intuitive and can pick up on other people very easily. I have strong gut-feelings and kinda ... understand a person's vibe? Like I can sense someone's aura but not see their colour.

𝑨𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄: I love cottagecore, I'm very witchy but also a little grunge and gothic at the same time.

𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔: Learning - especially witchcraft, watching tv, day-dreaming, listening and discovering new music, I love being at home, writing and then taking a reading break. I adore baths and constantly buy items from Lush.

𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔: (other than the usual injustices of sexism, racism, and homophobia), I strongly dislike spiders and will scream whenever I see one. I don't like close-minded people, or those who make fun of others. I hate passive-aggressiveness, large crowds and loud sudden noises.

𝑳𝒊𝒍 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆:

・Have shaved my head. Asked my stepdad for his clippers and went into the bathroom and ...hacked at my hair. It was very liberating, I think every woman should do it at least once in her lifetime

・I adore animals - I have a cat and dog! I want more but my cat is too much of a princess and won't allow any other animal in the house

・Bought a tattoo gun from the internet and I tattoo myself. I do the majority of my own piercings as well. I like to learn how to do things like that. I've kinda learned how to do hair and do mine, my mum's and my nunna's.

Sorry if this was too much, it's hard to describe oneself in a post. Thank you very much, I hope you have a wonderful day x

Man, oh man. This was a tough one. Only because I felt you were compatible with quite a few of those who wear the SAMCRO kutte.

In the end I ultimately came to making the hard decision of who I would ship you with!

Alas, I ship you with Tig Trager! I think the you two would absolutely turn heads anywhere you went. With his black features and your mostly blonde features, the contrast between you two is striking, on top, the both of you possess those captivating blue eyes.. whew. That's a good looking couple right there. Tig Trager is a man whom gains respect quickly for those who are able to stand their ground and face their fears which is exactly why you'd catch his eye in a heart beat. Your strongheaded demeanor is what makes him chase you. You're witty with your banters and he loves how it keeps him on his toes. Your intelligence fascinates him, as you voice your opinions confidently, he feeds off you and strives to be a better person all around. The fact that you can laugh easily AND make him laugh, while make light of situations is the reason he fell in love with you. Your loyalty, is one he can actually compare to his own - it's the thing you both know true and through. I'm seeing a mega power couple as I ship you two.

Head cannons

You're reserved but when trusting of him you allow yourself to be vulnerable, in return he opens himself to you, feeling more liberated than ever. The two of you would have such strong communication skills. I really think Tig would share his day to day "activities" and "business'" with you. He doesn't want any secrets.

He loves to treat you. He'll often run you a hot bubble bath and have a new book ready for read that he bought earlier on a road trip. Yes the boys made fun of him for stopping at the library, but he doesn't give it a single thought, your smile and delight every time he does this, is worth it.

He THRIVES whenever you scream at the sight of seeing an 8 legged creepy crawler. In fact, he often is the one to point them out to you as he loves the way you cry for his help to remove any spiders as it makes him feel like a knight in shining armor. He secretly loves the way you shower him in gratitude after.

You are the only one, that can touch, trim & tame his beloved hair.

He treats your animals as if they are his. He adores how much you care your four legged babies, it's most definitely one of his favorite things about you.

As for being around the club with Tig, you'd be titled old lady immediately. You would receive nothing but respect and so many thanks in regards to being the reason why Tig has somewhat become more 'sane' and 'normal'. It's their favorite joke to tell whenever you're around.

This was super fun to do! :)

[max-greenfield]

Tig Trager and Venus Van Dam in Sons of Anarchy

“I love you. I feel as though we were never strangers, you and I, not even for a moment.” - Friedrich Nietzsche, from a letter to Mathilde Trampedach c. April 1876 (x)

[tragertrap]

Alexander 'Tig' Trager

"All the shit I hate about myself; you see it all. And through all that you still love me?"

// jax, chibs, juice, happy //

[ragnarockz]

Thank you for the tag @deathsbestgirl !

Show your 4 favorite ships and let your mutuals assume what your concept of love is

1. Mulder and Scully (X Files)

2. Grissom and Sara (CSI Las Vegas)

3. Gomez and Morticia (Addams Family)

4. Tig and Venus (Sons of Anarchy)

(It's the 'both parties gotta be a little weird in their own right to realize their level of weirdness matches the other person's weird)💙

Thanks for this creative tag, @amplifyme-- had a lot of fun. :DDD

show your 4 favorite ships and let your mutuals assume what your concept of romance is

Mulder and Scully, The X-Files

...I don't really ship characters or people like I used to (Mulder and Scully are an exception, of course-- aren't they always?); so, I'm digging deep to uncover these last three positions:

2. Robin and Marian, Robin Hood BBC

3. Han and Leia, Star Wars

4. Indiana and Marion, Indiana Jones and the Lost Ark

(Spoilers: Ironically, all these relationships have a "will-they-won't-they" element that I like to skip on rewatches.)

Tagging @baronessblixen, @dd-is-my-guiltypleasure, @welsharcher, @agent-troi, @deathsbestgirl, @suitablyaggrieved, @cecilysass, @thescullyphile, @virtie333, @spidey-is-tired, @numinousmysteries, @stephy-gold, @living-in-unreality, @demon-fetal-harvest, @nachosncheeze, @nimlurks, and whoever else wants to join~!

[1337wtfomgbbq]

Imma start a little SOA rewatch.

Only on season 1, already can't wait to get to season 5. Tig and Venus are just GOALS!!!

[enixamyram]

A perfect answer!

[shigaraki-s]

i love how tig just took one look at venus n was like "she is my gf now and anyone who disrespects her will die by thy knife"

[speakviolence]

I believe they started it in 2020 and finished in 2023? All the vids are available on YouTube! It’s really interesting if you’re into bts stuff too

Theo rossi and kim coates making fun of the stupid shit that happens in the later seasons of soa will never not bring me immense joy

[come-join-themurder]

Tig Trager, Season 5 Episode 5, Orca Shrugged - “Good-bye, tiger.”

[tumbleweed-writes]

Scorned: Chapter Five. Chibs Telford X Reader

Chapter Five: Obligations and Pleasures

Total smut towards the end. 18+ only.

Previous Chapter Found HERE

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Something that Y/N had quickly discovered that seemed to be a requirement when it came to dating the King of SAMCRO was her place as the confidant for every ol lady. Although there weren’t many ol ladies remaining in the inner circle of SAMCRO nowadays.

It felt more often than not that one SAMCRO ol lady in particular came to Y/N for guidance.

Brooke Putner seemed to find herself at Y/N’s antique shop more often not not seeking the older woman’s advice when it came to navigating their world.

Y/N had been a bit thrown off at first. In her opinion, she knew very little of how to navigate in this world, as she’d not exactly been involved in it as long as Brooke seemed to have been.

She’d told herself that perhaps it was just that Brooke was so young, in her very early twenties, and that was a confusing time for anyone, especially when you added on the odd environment of SAMCRO.

Her hesitation to be some kind of guiding light to Brooke had been quickly squashed by one Venus Van Dam.

Venus had broken the cold hard truth to Y/N pretty soon after Brooke had begun coming to her for advice, and Y/N had found herself admitting that she felt as though she was not the best person to seek out for advice to Venus.

 Y/N could still remember the words that had been said to her by Venus Tig’s ol lady breaking it all down for her over a glass of wine and a shared joint. “You, My dear, are the First Lady of SAMCRO. I’ve told you before, you are the Queen rather you want it or not. Dating Dear Chibs, means that you are his partner in this life. Don’t forget that you two are not just the typical SAMCRO couple. You don’t get the luxury of sinking into the background and doing your own thing in this life. Chibs is very much the face of SAMCRO. He’s club president and that means eyes of other charters and even eyes within this charter are all on him. Other charters look to Chibs to know how to navigate any business related to the Sons as a whole. Don’t get me wrong the other charters have their own things going on, but if SAMCRO makes a big call on something related to club business as a whole then other charters tend to follow in suit, especially if it's related to coexisting with other clubs and big business like the gun running the boys used to be tied up in.  The Sons are watching. That means eyes are on you too. Ol ladies and any hopeful ol ladies look to you as guidance on how to navigate being an ol lady. You are a shining example of how to love a man in this life. You have to get comfortable being a mother superior of sorts to the ladies around here. You may even have to be den mother to the Sons. These boys are going to come to you too looking for that guidance in areas Chibs might not be inclined to provide a woman’s touch to. You have to accept the role you’ve agreed to even if you aren’t certain of it..”

Y/N had realized that Venus unfortunately had a point. 

Dating Chibs Telford was not without its strange obligations. 

If she loved him any less she knew that she might not be so inclined to take on all the roles she was meant to fill in the life she’d begun to build with him.

So, she’d done her very best to be mom to the other ladies in the club and occasionally provide guidance to the men of the club as well, usually on matters concerning the women in their lives.

That meant that she once again found herself standing behind the sales counter on a lazy Sunday listening to the latest issue Brooke seemed to be having with her boyfriend.

In Y/N’s opinion Ratboy was not often the most mature man at least when it came to Brooke. Though she guessed that was to be expected at his age. He was still young and still probably had a little growing up to do when it came to dealing with the romantic aspect of his life.

Y/N had gotten to know the Sons who shared a patch with her boyfriend during her time in Chibs’ life.

Ratboy was loyal; it was something Chibs had praised him for. The young man knew when to shut up when it came to club business. He was intensely loyal to the point that he went above and beyond for the club. When he did speak up when it came to club matters he proved that he was able to provide an insightful bit of analysis and ideas that could be beneficial. She had a feeling that the intense loyalty he showed had played a crucial role in earning him a full-patch. 

Y/N felt that Ratboy was honestly a little too serious; a little too concerned on behaving how he believed a Son should. Y/N found him to be too moody at times and sometimes high strung. The other Sons seemed to enjoy poking at that uptight part of his personality. Tig in particular enjoyed giving him a hard time.

Y/N had noticed that the moodiness and uptight parts of Ratboy’s personality could create friction between Brooke and him.

Y/N more often than not had found herself feeling like a relationship counselor for the pair.

She tried to keep a sympathetic ear as Brooke whined she toying with a few bits of loose change that had landed on Y/N’s salescounter. “I just don’t get why he’s being such a jerk about this. He was just fine with me working odd jobs when it came to club. He had no problem with me being around Diosa even doing odd jobs around the office for Nero . He said nothing the entire time I was working around the clubhouse and being childcare for the Teller kids, but now that I’ve taken this waitressing job, me serving someone is suddenly a big problem.”

Y/N sighed knowing exactly what the issue was. She knew how Ratboy probably viewed this waitressing job Brooke had taken at a diner on Main Street. He didn’t like his ol lady serving anyone. It was all about stupid male pride. He most likely viewed the waitress gig as a signal that he could not take care of his ol lady if she was taking a job serving the locals of Charming. He most likely saw it as shameful for him not paying any mind to how beneficial it could be for Brooke to earn her own way.

She decided to be blunt enough about her observations. “It’s pride. He views the job as being beneath you.”

“That’s stupid. How is it any different from me babysitting. I was serving someone then and being paid far less for it.” Brooke exclaimed Y/N shaking her head at the comment.

She held back the desire to point out that Brooke’s babysitting had served the club. She was being a good ol lady then. Now she was doing something that Ratboy felt did not exactly benefit the club.

She held back this observation knowing it would only create more drama for the couple and possibly in result drama for Chibs. 

She decided to take more neutral approach. “He’s young. Trust me, guys are full of so much testosterone that they don’t know what to do with it.”

“Are older men filled with less testosterone?” Brooke dared to ask Y/N smirking at the question almost certain Chibs might not appreciate that observation.

She bit back the desire to state that: yes on occasion they were. She spoke knowing that Chibs and most of the male population would highly disagree with her observations. In fact they’d most likely cry sexism as though most of the guys in the club weren’t quick to make broad generalizations about women. “Older guys just know how to manage it better. Trust me, young guys are filled with too much ego,unearned pride, cum, and fragile masculinity. It takes a bit for them to mellow out and grow the hell up. It’s a curse, they say men mature slower than women. I don’t know if that’s true, I think they’re just socialized to be less mature. They get coddled by mommy and told that they can just sow their wild oats and be boys. Girls have to grow up and be responsible. We get told to take care of everyone and be maternal. Guys get to enjoy youth. It’s just the way of the world. Doesn’t make it right, but it’s the lot we were stuck with. Once Rat is Tig and Filip’s age he’ll maybe have caught up to you emotionally…or he may never outgrow it, just look at Montez and Happy. Either way it’s just how young guys are. Most women only put up with the machismo because we know it makes the guys we like happy. We tend to humor the bullshit. Doesn’t mean you can’t call him out. It takes work though. Rome wasn’t built in a day.”

“So, what you’re saying is it’s hopeless and I’ve got however many more years of his bullshit unless I work to make him grow up.” Brooke groaned, still fidgeting with the small stack of coins on the salescounter.

Y/N sighed the words leaving her before she could stop them. “I’ll talk to Filip about it. Let him have a heart to heart with Rat, maybe if Rat hears that he needs to mellow the hell out from an older guy he respects he’ll chill out.”

“Because hearing it from me isn’t enough?” Brooke asked her already wide eyes growing all the wider another overdramatic groan leaving her lips.

Y/N shook her head suddenly realizing she did not miss being in her early twenties for anything.

She could admit that Brooke reminded her of herself, or the girl she’d been back when she’d married her ex husband.

She’d been willing to take a lot of bullshit becasue she’d lacked the experiance to call it out.

Ezra had married her when she was barely eighteen. It was not until she was older that Y/N had realized that a man in his twenties had zero place sniffing around her back when she was only seventeen and still in high school.

She had realized that Ezra had gone for her because women his own age had been wise enough to call him out on his crap.

Y/N had been young, pliable, and desperate to get out from under her grandfather’s thumb. She’d foolishly seen Ezra’s attention as a sign that she was mature for her age. She’d been so desperate to be seen as a mature adult that she’d ignored red flags.

She saw that insecurity she’d been brimming with back then in Brooke. She’d also spotted the less than happy homelife. Y/N just hoped that perhaps Brooke did not make the same mistakes and missteps Y/N had taken to get out of an undesirable homelife.

She cringed as Brooke spoke a heavy sigh leaving her. “And he’s started sprouting off that if I need money that bad I could move in with him. I don’t know maybe he’s right.”

“Get your own money first. Get yourself a studio apartment and live alone first. Learn to stand on your own feet before you rely on him.” Y/N was quick to exclaim cringing at the sterness in her own voice.

“You don’t think we’re ready for it?” Brooke asked, her eyes growing all the wider. Y/N grimaced, spotting a hint of defiance in the young woman’s eyes.

She resisted the urge to roll her own eyes, familiar enough with girls Brooke’s age to know that the second an older person told them they weren’t ready for something it just pushed them to do it to prove that they were totally mature and grown enough for it. “I just think that it’s never wise to jump into anything without carefully considering if it’s something you really want or if it’s just an easy solution compared to all other options. Trust me, there’s no race to some finish line. You aren’t going to get a medal if you jump right into moving in with him. Take your time and if he gives a shit about you then he’ll be mature enough to realize that you have to prove you can take care of yourself and not just rely on him to do it for you.”

She paused before Brooke had a chance to push the issue and make any claims that she was not mature enough for whatever Rat seemed to be insisting was a good relationship move. “I will talk to Filip about what Rat’s been pulling. Rat probably just needs a good firm kick in the ass, at least verbally. Trust me, Filip won’t say anything that isn’t deserved. He takes care of everyone, you know that. If he knows this is upsetting you, then I’m sure he’ll have a talk with Rat and get him to stop being such an ass. He cares about you and he’s going to want you to be taken care of and treated fairly.”

She paused fast to offer her own services. “And if it doesn’t work then I’ll do it. Rat won’t give me shit if I say anything; I’m an extension of Chibs Telford. I don’t get sass.”

The comment seemed to mellow Brooke out just the slightest her shoulders losing tension and a small hint of a smile crossing her features.

The two women did not have much of a chance to continue the conversation, the bell above the entrance to the shop ringing as it opened one of the men they’d been discussing entering the shop.

Chibs made a beeline for the sales desk giving Brooke a fond smile as he spoke. “Hey, Sweetheart, are ye doin alrigh?”

“I’m fine.” Brooke remarked the expression on her face not exactly matching the comment about being fine.

Chibs’ eyes met Y/N’s and she sent him a look that read I’ll tell you later.

Brooke gathered her purse, her voice sounding drained, though the tension in her shoulders loosened. “I’ve got to go. I’ll see you later, Chibs. Thanks, for everything Y/N.”

Chibs did not speak again until Brooke was long gone leaving the pair alone. “Girl trouble shite?”

Y/N smirked fast to comment unable to stop herself from pushing his buttons just the slightest. “Not girl trouble as in her period if that’s what you’re asking.”

Chibs groaned at the comment he fast to speak. “Not what I meant by girl trouble and ye know it, ye brat.”

Y/N shook her head grabbing the spare change Brooke had been fidgeting with and shoving it in her register knowing even if her drawer was long it would only be by a few cents. “Relationship drama.”

“Aye, again? Shite, don’t miss bein young. Did ye tell her young lads are fuckin idiots?” Chibs remarked leaning against the counter causing Y/N to roll her eyes slightly, clearly able to spot that he was attempting to slyly peek down the navy blue sundress she was wearing and admire her cleavage. Although, Y/N knew if she called him out on it he’d only try to exclaim that he was only admiring the pearl necklace she was wearing…after making an innuendo filled pun about pearl necklaces knowing it would make her let out a disgusted groan and claim he’d been hanging around Tig too long.

She sighed remembering the promise she’d made to Brooke knowing she would have to coax her man into it. “Yes, I did. I also maybe possibly told her that you might maybe be willing to give a good talking to to Rat for her.”

“For fucks sake, what I am fuckin Dr. Phil?” Chibs exclaimed, Y/N letting out a small chuckle at the comment not shocked by it.

“No, but you care about her. If he’s making her sad then I know you don’t like it. You’re protective of the women in your life. I know you, Filip.” Y/N pointed out knowing the exact reason Chibs was the slightest bit fond of Brooke.

Chibs had explained Brooke’s background to Y/N soon after Brooke had begun coming to her for advice.

Brooke had a troubled background and mental health concerns that had made her lash out at SAMCRO a few years before. The entire saga behind it was a mess and Y/N felt for the girl. Jax Teller had shown the young girl mercy when she’d wrecked the storefront to Scoops and Sweets as well as Tig’s bike, and had let her work off the damage she’d done to the Scoops and Sweets storefront that operated as the Sons clubhouse.

Losing Jax, Bobby, Gemma, and having Wendy, Nero, and the Teller boys move away had been rough for Brooke. The girl had already struggled with her mental health so the loss was not easy to bear. It had been a lot of loss in quick successions and a lot of hard truths to take all at once.

Y/N knew that Chibs perhaps saw his own daughter in Brooke. Brooke and Kerrianne were close to the same age after all. 

Y/N also got the sense that perhaps Chibs had maybe felt kinship with the girl over her troubled background. He’d known more than his own share of heartbreak. He’d come from his own troubled homelife both as a young teen and as a young adult.

So, he’d taken a bit of a paternal role in the girl’s life after all the loss that had happened over the past year and a half.

Chibs let out a small huff as he spoke. “What’s the lad doin that’s got er so bent out of shape?”

“She took some waitressing job and he’s being a jackass about it, plus he’s started throwing around the idea of moving in together as some sort of way to talk her out of the job. I know how you guys are when it comes to ol ladies. He thinks the job is beneath his ol lady and poorly reflects on him, but he needs to shove it and realize it’s not all about him. The job will be good for her. She needs to learn independence instead of relying on some guy.” Y/N explained busying herself with straightening out the merchandise below the counter she almost feared that Chibs might share Ratboy’s opinion on the job being beneath an ol lady.

She was not sure she would have a shining opinion of the man she loved if he shared Ratboy’s opinion on the job being beneath an ol lady of SAMCRO. 

Chibs frowned, spotting the passion in her voice when it came to speaking about learning independence and not relying on a man.

He thought back to what he knew about his ol lady’s divorce and just how young she’d been when she’d married.

He had a feeling his ol lady had not known how to stand on her own two feet before she’d married. She had to learn that lesson on her own after her divorce in an environment where she feared the man she’d relied on at one point.

The past decade of his ol lady’s life had been filled with hard fear tinged lessons on independence. She had failed more times than she could count.

He sighed, it hitting him that this fight between Rat and Brooke had struck a nerve in his ol lady. It had maybe brought up some memories she’d sooner rather forget concerning her past. The situation Brooke was in had reminded her of the young woman she had been prior to her divorce.

In her mind she was protecting Brooke from making the same choices she had made and finding the same pain she’d endured.

He made a quick choice, nodding his head. “Aye, I’ll talk to the lad, Love. Yer righ Mo chridhe. It’s important fer her to be able to look out fer herself instead of relyin on Rat. I’ll break it down fer him. Let him know he needs to back off and let her grow into herself. I’ll point out that if he loves her then he needs to let her learn to take care of herself. Yer right, this job’ll be good fer her even if it aint…glamorous.”

He paused, remembering something Gemma had used to say to Sons when they weren’t quite treating their ol ladies right. He spoke although fonder memories of the former Queen of SAMCRO made his heart feel heavy and worn given what he knew about her now. “I’ll remind him ye don’t get the ol lady ye think ye want. Ye get the ol lady ye deserve. I’ll let him know ye get what ye give and if he acts like a wee prick then he’s goin to get nothin but what he deserves in return.”

The comment eased the tension in Y/N’s body; a soft smile crossing her features the sight lifting the worry and irritation right out of Chibs’ frame.

She managed to lean across the counter standing up on her tiptoes to meet his lips as she spoke. “You are a sweet man, Filip Telford.”

He snorted at the comment, his lips pressing to hers before he reluctantly allowed her to pull away. “I told ye before, I am only sweet to ye. Don’t fuckin tell anyone. Gotta keep my reputation as the mean biker president.”

She rolled her eyes, tempted to point out that he was sweet to more people than he realized. She’d not been lying to Brooke, Chibs took care of those in his life. If he cared about you then you were taken care of. 

She knew of course that that care only went so far. He had a loyal heart but if you betrayed his trust and proved yourself to be disloyal then you might as well be dead to him.

He’d been betrayed more times than he cared to admit by more people than he cared to think of. He’d had his trust broken more times than he could count. 

Still though it seemed that he was not totally hardened by the experiences. He might appear to be standoffish and intense to those outside of SAMCRO’s inner circle, but those who knew him understood that Chibs was the constant father of SAMCRO. He was loving but unafraid to be stern when he needed to be. He was reliable and sturdy both physically and emotionally. He was able to follow his heart when he needed to but was practical enough to realize that in certain situations he could not let his heart overtake his reason.

She knew the man she’d fallen for enough to understand that he was complicated. She knew him well enough though to understand that Chibs Telford took care of his own.

He leaned in, pressing another kiss to her lips, a content hum leaving him. “Ye know, I came ere hopin to talk my ol lady into closin up shop early so I could take er on a bike ride and have some lunch, ye know a wee picnic out in nature, but now she’s talkin bout how sweet I am. It’s makin me want to say forget the bike ride and take her upstairs so I can show I can be jus as filthy as I am sweet.”

She smirked at the comment, it making a warm flush of lust wash over her. It was a sensation she was familiar with when it came to Chibs Telford.

She did find that she loved bike ride with Chibs and he seemed to know it. She had never been on a bike before him but one ride in and she was hooked. Chibs seemed all too aware that she was hooked for life.

 This was the same man who had gone out and gotten a bike with a rear seat just for her, trading in the Dyna he used on a day to day basis, a few months into their courtship. Of course the action had gotten him more than a bit of shit from his brothers, but having her on the back of his bike had been well worth it.

Prior to the trade in he’d had to rely on the bike he took for longer runs when he wanted her to ride with him. That meant no spur of the moment bike rides with his ol lady given that he usually left his other bike at home. 

The trade in for a bike big enough for more than one rider had been a big step for Chibs. He’d ridden a oneseater for years having zero interest in taking any woman for a ride, not even a croweater. The trade in had been a signal to everyone that Chibs Telford had found himself an ol lady. To those who knew him, the purchase was a sign of commitment. 

It was not quite marking Y/N with a crow, but it was still an obvious sign that he was serious about what had been building between them, even only a few months into their romantic relationship. 

Y/N found the words knowing just what to say in response to his offer. “We can always do a raincheck on the ride and lunch. I think your ol lady likes to be reminded of just how sweet and filthy you are. I did call you a dirty old man that one time and you loved it.”

She paused a thrill rushing through her at what he was promising, her voice lowering to a more seductive tone knowing just what to say. “Do you want to skip lunch and have me for dessert, Filip?”

“Aye, think I need to taste jus how sweet ye are.” He was fast to reply, a low growl leaving the back of his throat at the seductive tone of voice she’d taken.

She smiled up at him quick to respond. “Let me close up shop then. Go upstairs and get ready for me, Baby. I think I might need to take you for a ride before I get on your bike.”

He gave her backside a swat as she rounded the corner to the lower region of his body filling with a familiar heat at what she was promising him.

She shook her head as she watched him leave the shop heading around hte corner to the iron staircase leading up to her pathetically small apartment.

She had a feeling she was going to ride Chibs Telford a little harder than she might ever dare to ride his bike.

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The room smelled like a hint of the lavender incense she’d lit and the distinct odor that could only be marked by those who were well aware enough as the scent of sex.

Chibs Telford was certain he was in heaven, or at least as close to heaven as a man like him ever might be lucky enough to get.

He laid back on her bed fully nude his cock standing at attention longing for the heat of the woman who he had proudly sitting right on his face.

He kept a tight grip on her thighs holding her over him as she squirmed above him intelligible cries of his name leaving her along with a few broken choice curse words.

He moaned against her soaked center, his cock throbbing at the distinct taste of her; sweet, musky, and salty. There was no one who tasted quite like her as far as he was concerned.

Before her he might have claimed that pussy just tasted like pussy. There was no need to wax poetically about it.

His girl though had a taste that was so distinctly her. It was a taste he was eager to indulge as many times as she would allow it, occasionally diving back in multiple times in one session until she was so overstimulated she was a gasping crying mess.

He could remember the first time they’d made love. How she’d told him that it had been close to a decade since she’d last taken a man to bed.

She’d tried to take a man to bed after her divorce, the very few times she’d attempted to form a romantic relationship after her ex husband.

It had never quite lasted though. Ezra Whitlock did not let his ex wife find new partners. He scared the guys off back when she’d remained in Alaska.

Then when she’d finally realized she had to run from him he’d made it known to her that no matter where she moved, no matter where she tried to disappear to, Ezra would find her.

She had trouble letting men in with the realization that her life was constantly one where she was forced to be on the run.

She’d admitted that most men sensed that she was always looking out for danger, always waiting for the bottom of the basket to fall out.

She came across as paranoid and damaged. In her experience no one liked damaged goods.

Chibs Telford had been quite determined to show that he did not mind any neurotic tendencies nor did he view her as damaged.

He’d told her that it was a damn shame no man had her in so long. 

When she’d confessed that the very few experiences she’d had had left her feeling disappointed, Chibs Telford had proudly told her that he was not going to leave her longing for a thing.

He had told her that she’d been relying on men who didn’t know what they were doing with a woman’s body. She’d let boys entertain her instead of men.

Chibs Telford had shown her that he knew how to please her.

Their first time had left her breathless, shaking with the intensity of what she’d realized was probably her first real orgasm, and longing for Chibs Telford to take her again and again and again as many times as he wanted.

Much to her relief, Chibs Telford had been keen to take her again. He had seemed just as addicted to her as she’d been to him.

She could remember the words that had left her upon the first time she’d cum against his tongue and fingers. “I’ve never felt that before…that’s what it’s supposed to feel like.”

She could remember the smug smile he’d given her his lips and facial hair damp with her thoroughly soaked pussy. 

He’d spoken to her, that smug tone so clear in his voice. “I jus got started with ye, Love. Wait till ye see what my cock can do.”

He’d proven to her that he was capable of drawing more than one orgasm out of her that night.

It was once again becoming obvious that Chibs Telford was going to draw more than one orgasm out of her before the day ended.

She managed to speak her voice a squeak as she wrapped her hands around the spindles of her metal headboard, her thighs trembling. “Fuck, Filip. Oh my God, please. Fucking eat my pussy, Oh, Baby.”

He moaned against her; she almost certain he was giggling against her but she did not have a chance to focus on it as his sinful tongue slid over her aching clit circling the sensitve bud.

She whined at the action, her thighs trembling all the more certain if she was in any other position she would have snapped her thighs shut from the overstimulation.

She had a feeling that was part of why Chibs Telford seemed to love her sitting on his face. He could keep her spread wide open for him and bury his face against her wet pussy.

She’d been hesitant the first time he’d asked her to try out this position. She could remember the hesitant words that had left her, her cheeks flushed bright pink. “I won’t crush you?”

He’d smirked at her looking all too devilish as he’d laid back on her bed motioning for her to come to him. “Bein crushed by ye will be a pleasure, Love. Can’t think of any other way I’d rather go out than bein suffocated by yer pussy.”

She’d not been amused by the reassurance, but she had long ago realized that Chibs Telford had a way of coaxing her into situations she might be far too shy to try prior to him.

He had taught her quite a bit about her body. He was an eager teacher. When he realized she had only ever owned one vibrator, a small pathetic thing that she’d only pressed to her clit on occasion, he’d bought her a much more intimidating looking thing soothing her anxiety about trying it out and even showing her how to get herself off with it.

He’d happily shown her a few new positions she’d never dared to try out, encouraging her to bring up any she was curious about, eager to try it with her.

Needless to say she’d found herself opening a few incognito tabs on her laptop looking up a few positions that had struck her curiosity and maybe sharing those with him.

They had tried out doggy style, which was not entirely new or groundbreaking but was still new to Y/N.

He had shown her that missionary was far from boring, proving that there were far more variations of the position than she’d been aware of.

So far she’d discovered that a favorite for her was something called the butterfly position where she laid down and he rested over her on his knees thrusting into her. He very much seemed to enjoy it when he leaned down enough for her to place her legs over his shoulders when they did this position. She had quickly discovered that this position definitely gave him much deeper penetration and never failed to hit her g-spot which made things quite intense.

He had taken her in a few more creative locations than the bed. She’d had him take her over several counters, on a few sofas, and in the shower more than once.

She had even sweet talked him into sharing a bath with her which had resulted in water making its way outside of the tub as she rode his cock in the bath.

Needless to say, sex with Chibs Telford was never boring and it was always pleasurable.

She whined her fingers tightening along her headboard the words broken and needy. “Gonna cum, oh, Fuck, Filip.”

He groaned against her not letting up on his treatment of her, sliding his tongue between her slit, stroking her walls, dipping his tongue into her opening, and sliding it along her clit at an expert pace.

She whimpered more cries of his name leaving her as the tell tell signs of an impending orgasm began to creep up in her.

She felt her legs tremble, her heart beating all the quicker, her skin flushing, a coil beginning to tighten in her bound to snap at any moment.

She whined grinding against his face fully lost to lust the cool of the room and the stimulation washing over her body making her nipples pebble at hard peaks that Chibs would be entranced by if his eyes weren’t shut, his brain fully focused on pleasing her.

The coil in her snapped, her head falling back, her mouth opening cries of his name leaving her lips as her release washed over her.

She whined, he not letting up on her for even a second keeping up his treatment even as she came hard above him, he moaning against her clearly enjoying her release loving that he was pleasing her.

She whimpered, shuddering against him as her orgasm wracked through her body, she always feeling breathless at the sensation. 

Each time she thought it could not get more intense or feel any better and each time she was left feeling brainless and boneless at the intensity of how hard Chibs could make her cum.

He seemed to thrive off of making her cum as hard as possible. It was obvious that  Chibs was not a selfish lover by any stretch of the imagination.

He could admit that even back when he’d been seeking out release in the croweaters that he had never been the type to not care about his bedroom partner's pleasure.

Sure on occasion he might get a quick blow job from some nameless croweater who did not seem to care if she got anything out of it.

If he did have full on intercourse with one of the croweaters though he made sure they came at least once.

Now that he had a woman who he wanted to take to bed more than once and only wanted her in his bed, that need to make his bedroom partner cum had grown to not being satisfied if he didn’t manage it more than once.

He knew he was getting older. More and more silver seemed to overtake his otherwise darker hair and he had noticed far too much silver on his pubic hair, something he’d been embarrassed that he even gave a shit about. He’d noticed he needed reading glasses for a few years now. He felt his knees and his back creak on occasion especially after long rides. He’d noticed a hint of heavy bags under his eyes and fine lines along his forehead. His skin could look better, especially around his neck. Then there was the belly that he’d not managed to drop since he’d hit forty. 

He knew that people looked at him and the sweet young thing he’d taken as an ol lady and assumed that he was some kind of dirty old man who had robbed the cradle, never mind the fact that Y/N was in her thirties. He had a feeling that outsiders probably assumed he probably couldn’t keep it up without a little blue pill.

He would be lying if he tried to claim that he feared the day where it might be a struggle to get it up for her without medical intervention.

He could admit that his fears and anxieties around aging and what it meant for them, only made him more determined to make her feel as good as possible each time he had her.

He was not shy about trying anything he could think to please her. He was not one to shy away from overstimulation or some dirtier acts if he thought it might get her off.

He was relieved she seemed to blossom under his treatment. She was a world away from the seemingly innocent frigid woman he’d taken to bed the first time months and months ago.

She was far more of a temptress than she was aware. She ran way hotter than anyone probably gave her credit for. 

Any iciness in the bedroom she may have admitted to upon their first encounter had been based on a lack of opportunity to find a man worthy of her. 

He could admit it got him off. She looked so sweet, so feminine, and adorable in her little dresses and quirky accessories. No one had any idea how filthy she would get with him in the bedroom.

He gave her backside a swat making her squeak as he slumped against him, her orgasm tapering off her body growing slack.

She managed to find the strength in her lazy limbs to roll off of him scooting down to rest at his side. He stared over at her a lovesick smile crossing his features at the sight of her looking so serene and well loved all thanks to him.

She glanced over at him, a small smirk crossing her lips though her cheeks did flush. “You are a mess.”

He wiped at his face a giggle leaving him. “Ye made the mess. I feel like a fuckin glazed doughnut.”

She groaned at the statement, a whine leaving her as she buried her face against his shoulder. “Gross.”

“It ain’ nothin to be ashamed of, Lass. I’m pretty fuckin proud of it myself.” He teased another groan leaving her.

She peeked up at him, her voice teasing her cheeks still so pink. “You’re unreformable, just absolutely a fiend, a wicked man.”

He snorted at the comment, reaching down and giving her backside a squeeze. “Ye did say I’m a dirty old man, Lass. Jus tryin to live up to my reputation.”

He turned pressing his lips to hers, she letting out a soft moan at the taste of herself on his lips.

He reluctantly allowed her to pull from the kiss she gazed down at his still erect cock a small smile crossing her lips. “You’re going red, Baby. Think you need some release or you’re going to burst.”

He snorted at the comment, quick to agree. “Aye or at least have some fuckin serious blue balls.”

She pressed her lips down his neck sliding them along his chest making her descent down his body it clear she had one goal in mind and that was getting his cock between her lips and hopefully down her throat.

He moaned as she spoke, her lips pressing against his hips. “You are such a dirty old man, but I love it.”

He moaned as he let himself sink into the pleasure she was offering him, his head falling back soaking up her treatment.

He was certain this was heaven on earth.

This was no romantic bike ride and picnic, but he was not complaining. 

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Mo Chridhe = My Heart