#Tig Trager eyes

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Rewatching Sons of Anarchy and gods Kim Coates as Tig is so pretty/dirty-hot. Venus, I get GET YOU, get a man who looks at you like THAT.

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>>> Almost all of these pieces are 18+, so minors please don’t interact with my work. Chapters/ one shots with (*) indicate smut! My ‘Sons of Anarchy’ work is heavy to read in parts (much like the show) so, again, reader discretion is advised. I’m a whore for Pedro Pascal’s characters, so I’ll be sprinkling some work in here and there.

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SOA as Romantic Tropes

The Sons of Anarchy characters as popular romance tropes.

♡ Jax Teller — Soulmates/Second Chances

Jax is the one who got away, the man you loved with every fiber of your being when you were both too young and too reckless to make it work. Back then, your relationship was a wildfire—passionate, all-consuming, and chaotic. You’d spend nights riding on the back of his bike, arms wrapped around his waist, feeling like the world couldn’t touch you. But the club, his family, and the weight of his destiny pulled you apart. It was right person, wrong time, and when it ended, it shattered you. Years later, after you’d both lived separate lives, you cross paths again—maybe at a gas station on the outskirts of Charming or at a bar where you didn’t expect to see him leaning against the counter, that same damn smirk on his face. The second your eyes meet, it’s like no time has passed. He’s rougher now, hardened by loss and violence, but the way he looks at you still makes your heart stutter. Jax doesn’t hesitate—he walks right up, cups your face, and kisses you like he’s been starving for it. From there, it’s a slow burn of rediscovery. You help him heal from the guilt and pain he carries while he reminds you what it feels like to be truly alive. The club life keeps trying to pull him away, but this time, he fights for you. You’re his soulmate, and no amount of blood or time can change that. It just took a second chance to prove it.

♡ Opie Winston — Childhood Sweethearts

Opie’s been in your life since you were kids, growing up in Charming together. You remember him as the lanky boy who’d share his snacks with you at recess and scare off anyone who messed with you. He was your first crush, your first dance at a school event, the one who taught you how to climb trees without falling. Life pulled you apart—his marriage, the club, your own path—but you never stopped thinking about him. When you come back to Charming after years away, he’s a widower, hardened by loss, but those familiar hazel eyes still light up when he sees you. You fall into old habits: late-night talks on his porch, fixing up his truck together, laughing about the dumb things you did as kids. The shift happens slowly—his hand brushing yours, a hug that lasts too long—and suddenly, you’re not just friends anymore. He’s hesitant, scared to love again, but with you, it feels like coming home. You’re his second chance at happiness, and he holds onto you like you’re the only thing keeping him steady.

♡ Happy Lowman — Opposites Attract

Happy’s the last guy anyone would picture with you. He’s the club’s enforcer. Silent, intense, with a body count that’d make most people run. You’re the sunshine to his storm, maybe a nurse who patched him up once or a florist who accidentally delivered flowers to the clubhouse. At first, he terrifies you, all grunts and tattoos, but then he keeps showing up—fixing your leaky sink, glaring at the creep who won’t leave you alone at the bar. You’re soft where he’s rough, chatty where he’s quiet, and yet it works. He’s drawn to your warmth, your refusal to flinch when he tells you about his darker side. You tease him until he cracks a rare smile, and he starts bringing you little things—a bullet casing he turned into a keychain, a cactus because “it’s tough like me.” You balance each other: you soften his edges, and he keeps you grounded. No one gets it, but when he pulls you close after a long day, it’s clear you’re his exception, the one person he’d kill—or die—for.

♡ Tig Trager — Forbidden Love

Tig’s wild, unpredictable, and totally off-limits. Maybe you’re a cop’s daughter, or worse, related to someone in a rival MC. The first time you meet, it’s electric. He’s all dark humor and suggestive grins, and you’re trying not to fall for it. You know getting involved with him is a bad idea; your family would flip, and the club would never approve. But Tig doesn’t care about rules. He sneaks you away for midnight rides, leaves flirty notes under your windshield wiper, and kisses you like he’s daring the world to stop him. The tension builds—stolen glances at club parties, secret meetups in abandoned lots until you can’t deny it anymore. He’s a mess of contradictions: loyal to the club but willing to risk it all for you, crude one minute and tender the next. You’re caught between worlds, but when he tells you he’d burn it all down to keep you safe, you believe him. It’s dangerous, messy, and undeniably addictive.

♡ Chibs Telford — Older Man/Younger Woman

Chibs is older, wiser, and carries the weight of a lifetime of scars—both literal and emotional. You’re newer to Charming, maybe a mechanic’s apprentice or a waitress at the diner, full of energy and sass that catches his eye. He calls you “lass” with that gravelly Scottish accent, teasing you about your “young folk ways,” but there’s a spark there he can’t ignore. You’re drawn to his quiet strength, the way he commands respect without raising his voice, and how he listens when you ramble about your day. At first, he resists, thinks he’s too old, too broken for someone like you but you wear him down with your persistence, sneaking into his orbit until he’s making excuses to see you. He takes you on long rides and shares stories of his past over whiskey, and soon, you’re the one patching him up after a fight, your hands steady against his battered skin. You bring light to his world, and he grounds you with a love that’s steady, fierce, and unshakable.

♡ Juice Ortiz — Fake Dating

Juice is your best friend in the club, the sweet, tech-savvy guy who’s always got your back. When your ex won’t leave you alone, or your family keeps bugging you about settling down, you rope Juice into pretending to be your boyfriend. He’s all in, goofy grin and all, showing up with flowers and holding your hand at the clubhouse like it’s real. You figure it’ll be easy—he’s adorable and easygoing, and you already spend all your time together fixing bikes or playing video games. But then it gets complicated: his arm around your waist feels too natural, and the way he looks at you when you laugh stops being an act. You’re sharing a bed one night after a club party, too drunk to care about boundaries and wake up tangled together. He’s shy about it, stammering apologies, but you pull him back, admitting you don’t want it to be fake anymore. Juice lights up, and suddenly, he’s kissing you like he’s been waiting forever. The club teases him mercilessly, but he doesn’t care—you’re his girl now, for real.

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2/4 A: Boxed Chocolates with Tig requested by @privatetruths As always 18+

“Chocolate?” you inquired innocently as you held out a Heart shaped box to Tig as you stepped into the TM garage.

Tig eyed you suspiciously as he wiped his hands on the rag hanging from the hood of the car. You and him were not enemies but not exactly fans of each other either. You offering him a treat seemed like a trick. Though maybe you were trying to extend an olive branch and if he was honest he had come on to strong when you first came around.

“There cream filled. I know you like when things are filled” you teased as you shook the box at him.

“Doll. You know the way to get to me” replied Tig as he gave you a smile before reaching for one in the center and popping it into his mouth. His eyes flew open about the time you started laughing.

“The fuck is in these” demanded Tig as he spat the chocolate out and wiped at his tongue.

“Oh you know things to help clean that filthy mouth of yours up” you replied with a smirk as you started to turn and leave the garage.

Tig chuckled before quickly moving and grabbing your arm. You let out a gasp as he spun you to face him. Pressing you up against a tool box. “Good thing I got my mouth all minty fresh cause I’m about to get it dirty again. I got you figured out Doll” sated Tig lowly into your ear before lifting you onto the tool box sending items clattering to the floor.

Minutes later he was buried between your thighs as they squeezed his head. Your hand buried in his wild dark curls, nails digging into his scalp as he made you come again. “Fuck Tig” you groaned as he pulled from you with a smirk.

“If you think that was good wait for my next trick. I’m going to  make something disappear” stated Tig as he pulled you from the tool box and pushed you to the car he had been working on. “Bend over and spread those pretty thighs” he ordered as he undid his pants.

“Oh” you moaned as he slammed into you with a hard thrust that sent you further over the car.

“Now I will make it reappear” murmured Tig as he slowly pulled from you. Eyes locked on where your bodies met. “Disappear again. Calling me a magician” he joked as he slammed into you once more.

“Just fuck me Trager” you demanded as you looked over your shoulder at him.

“Happily” replied Tig as he placed one hand on the small of your back and use the other to grab a handful of your hair pulling it back as he pounded in and out of your soft fluttering walls. Your moans and the lapping of skin echoed through the TM garage. You were almost at the brink of another orgasm when you heard someone speak.

“Glad to see you two getting along finally” called Gemma as she stepped out of the office making Tig pull quickly from you spraying your ass and back of your thighs with cum as you screamed to pull your dress down. “Don’t stop on my account. I’m gonna get lunch so office is free” she added as she left laughing.

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♥︎ Spending the night for the first time ♥︎

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♡ This one includes: Tig Trager, Herman Kozik, Jax Teller, Opie Winston, Chibs Telford, Juice Ortiz, Happy Lowman ♡

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Tig Trager

He yawns as he looks at the clock on the wall, noticing the time.

"Damn, it's late. You can take the bed, darlin'. I'll just crash on the couch."

He heads over to the couch and falls, landing on his back. He kicks his legs back and forth dramatically, getting comfortable.

"You don't have to do that Tiggy, is your bed not big enough for two?" She giggles

He smiles and sighs.

"Oh no, it is. I just didn't want you to feel awkward or nothin'. But if you don't mind sharing the bed, I don't mind at all."

He stands and walks into the bedroom, flopping down on the bed.

"But I do wanna warn you. Snorings a huge problem of mine."

He grins, looking up at her.

"And I'm a bit of a cuddler, too."

she laughs, joining him in bed

Tig lays down, pulling her to him. He sighs, resting his chin on top of her head.

Herman Kozik

Koziks girlfriend was spending the night at his place for the first time, and she was both excited and nervous. As she got ready for bed, she couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious in just a oversized T-shirt and panties. "Do I look okay like this?" she asked Kozi, who was already in bed.

Kozi looked up from his phone and smiled warmly. "You look perfect," he reassured her. "I like seeing you in my clothes." He patted the bed next to him. "C'mere."

She smiled back and climbed into bed next to him, snuggling up against his side. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

"Relax," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You being here is all I care about."

Kozik chuckled and gave her a playful nudge. "You're so tense. What are you worried about? we've shared a bed before and you know i don't bite... unless you ask me to." His eyes glinted with mischief as he gave her a wink.

She laughed, some of the tension in her body easing at his joke. "I don't know," she admitted, pressing her face into his shoulder. "I guess I just want everything to be perfect. I don't want to mess this up."

Kozi's expression softened. He stroked her hair gently and said, "Hey, there's no such thing as perfect. And you're not gonna mess anything up. I want you here with me, that's all. Just be yourself, and we'll figure it out together, okay?"

Jax Teller

Jax had been seeing his new girlfriend for a few weeks now, and he was falling for her hard. But he was a man who was used to living a certain way, and he knew that spending the night together would change things.

He had a rule - he never let women stay over. But he wanted her to, this time.

He watched her as she got ready to leave, his eyes roaming appreciatively over her body. She looked so beautiful, her hair down and cascading down her back, but there was something deeper than just physical desire.

As she looked up at him, he saw a vulnerability in her expression that tugged at his heartstrings. He wanted to have her close, to protect her, to wake up with her in his arms.

"Stay tonight. Stay with me." His voice was soft and low, the words coming out more like a plea than a demand. Jax knew he was taking a chance by breaking his own rule, but it felt right. The connection he had with her was different from anything he'd ever experienced before.

She looked slightly taken aback by his suggestion. She hadn't expected him to ask her to stay, but now that he had, she found herself contemplating the idea. Staying the night seemed like a big step, a move that would bring them closer together. She knew that if she agreed, things would never be the same between them.

She looked back and forth between his eyes, her expression a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. She had never seen this more vulnerable side of Jax before. For a long moment, it seemed like she was contemplating what to do.

Then, slowly, she nodded her head, her mouth curving up into a small smile. "Okay. I'll stay."

Opie Winston

Opie had never been one for emotional attachments they just didn't seem like a good investment anymore. But then she walked into his life. He hadn't been expecting it, but he found himself drawn to her, the way she smiled, the way she laughed, the way she carried herself.

And now, after weeks of dating, he felt something shift. He found himself wanting her to stay the night. It was a big step for him. It would be the first time sleeping next to someone since Donna.

He nervously cleared his throat, looking down at his hands as he spoke. "So, I know we've been dating for a while now, and things are going pretty well, right? And I was thinking... well, I don't know, maybe you could stay the night? Tonight?"

The words came out more like a question than a statement, and he didn't look up to meet her eye. He was feeling uncharacteristically vulnerable, and he didn't know how she would react.

The silence that hung in the air between them felt like an eternity, and Opie couldn't bear to look up. He braced himself for rejection, ready to laugh it off and brush it off as a joke. But just as he was about to speak, he heard her voice.

"I'd like that."

The words were simple, but they were like a breath of fresh air to him. He looked up, surprise written on his face, as if he hadn't really expected her to say yes. But there she was, smiling at him, her eyes warm and gentle.

"Really?" he asked, still a hint of disbelief in his tone. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling a mix of relief and excitement wash over him.

"Yeah." She confirmed with a laugh. "I'd love to spend the night here with you. I just wasn't sure if you were ready for something like that."

Opie exhaled a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "To be honest, I wasn't sure either," he admitted with a sheepish grin.

He reached out and took her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. "But i'm ready now. I want you to stay. I want to wake up next to you."

Chibs Telford

The evening had drawn to a close and it was well after midnight. Chibs was sat on his couch with his lass, wrapped in his arms and cuddled under a blanket, the two of them watching a random movie on TV. Chibs was slowly tracing patterns on her hip with his thumb as they both stared at the screen in front of them.

“Ye staying over tonight?” He asks in a low voice, glancing down at her.

“Yeah, if that’s alright with you.” She responds, tilting her head up to look into his eyes.

Chibs smiles and nods, resting his chin on the top of her head. “Absolutely.” He says, shifting to pull her tighter against his chest. “That’s fine with me.”

The movie continued on, though Chibs was more focused on his girlfriend than the plot unfolding in front of them. Every now and then, he’d place a soft kiss on her forehead or the top of her head and rub small circles on her hip.

Once the movie finally came to an end, he grabbed for the remote and shut off the TV before shifting to look down at her again. “Ready for bed, darlin’?” He asks in a low voice.

Chibs chuckles softly under his breath as he looks down at her already fast asleep, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He reaches out to brush a few strands of hair out of her face before carefully maneuvering around her to pick her up in his arms bridal style.

She stirs slightly, burying her face into his chest and wrapping her arm around his neck. He carries her towards his bedroom, kicking the door open with his foot and entering the room. He sets her down on the bed carefully before going around to the other side to lay down next to her.

Chibs wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her closer towards him, her back pressing against his chest. He nuzzles his face into her hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo.

As he pulls the covers up over them, he can’t help but think about how nice it was to have her there with him. It had been a while since he’d had a woman spend the night with him and he found himself getting comfortable with the idea. He places a soft kiss on the top of her head before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep with her in his arms.

Juice Ortiz

Juice laid in bed, shirtless with his boxers on. Rubbing his eyes he looked over at his phone and read the time, 10:46pm. He heard the water running in bathroom, he knew his girlfriend was taking a shower.

He groaned and tossed his phone down on the bed, he laid there staring at the ceiling patiently waiting for her to come out the bathroom.

The water finally turned off, he turned to glance at the bathroom door. He heard her humming. He rolled on his back and groaned impatiently. After 10 more minutes of waiting she came out the bathroom, with her hair in a towel already dressed Juice frowned realising he wanted her to stay.

"What are you doing?" Juice mumbled, she glanced over at him smiling. "Getting ready to go home." She stated.

Juice grabbed her wrist and tugged her back down towards him. "Stay." He mumbled with a pout.

"I can't, i have work in the morning" she pouted back, but Juice tugged her until her back was against his chest and his arm was wrapped around her waist.

"Stay the night." He mumbled into her ear.

"Juice" she whined.

"Just this once?" Juice pleaded.

She was about to protest again but his pout and puppy dog eyes made her melt. "Fine" she mumbled, rolling her eyes and juice smirked.

He kissed her shoulder and tightened his grip on her waist. "Good." He mumbled into her skin. He shifted them so they were both laying down and he was spooning her.

"Juice, you got to let me up so I can change again. I'm not sleeping in jeans," she laughs.

Juice groaned and tightened his grip. "No, stay like this." He mumbled, and she laughed some more.

"Come on, I'll be quick." She said while trying to move. Juice gripped her hips and pulled her back to his chest, wrapping his arms around her torso.

Juice buried his face in the back of her neck, inhaling her scent. He kissed a few spots and then planted one final kiss on her shoulder before mumbling against her skin. "You're not going anywhere."

Happy Lowman

Happy was in his apartment on the couch waiting for his girlfriend to arrive. It was the first time she was staying overnight, and he had spent the evening tidying the place up and making sure everything was perfect.

As the clock ticked on as he sat in silence watching it, there was a knock on the door. Happy jumped up from the couch and went to answer it. Standing on the porch was his girlfriend, drenched from the rain.

"Hey Hap, thanks again for letting me crash here I didn't wanna deal with my roommates drama tonight" she says backpack on her damp sholder.

Happy grins, admiring her wet appearance before pulling her inside and closing the door behind her. "It's no problem. I'm glad you're here."

She shivers, and he wraps his arms around her, drawing her close to him."Cold?" he asks, rubbing his hands up and down her back.

She nods, leaning into him, her body still shivering. "Freezing."

Happy smirks and leads her further into the apartment, towards the bedroom. "Let's get you out of these wet clothes then."

They enter his bedroom and he reaches out to unzip her jacket, his hands skimming over her curves as he helps her out of it. Her shirt is next, and he pulls it off over her head, exposing her bare skin to his gaze.

He tosses her one of his shirts from his draws as she pulls her jeans off. She slips the large shirt over her head and onto her body, the soft material falling down to cover her thighs.

He watches her admiringly, his eyes tracing over her figure. "You look better in my shirt than I do," he says with a smirk.

She smiles and rolls her eyes as she playfully swats at him. "Shut up."

He chuckles and pulls her closer, his arms wrapping around her waist. "I mean it, you look good in anything - or nothing."

"Come on we agreed, no more fun stuff until we figure us out" she pouts looking up at him.

Happy sighs and rests his forehead against hers, knowing she's right. "Fine, no fun stuff. But that rule doesn't stop me from being able to admire you." He runs his fingers through her damp hair, his touch gentle as his hands trail down her neck and settle at her hips. He pulls her closer against him, their bodies pressing together.

"I'm still gonna enjoy having you here though," he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly as he pulls her towards the bed.

They crawl into bed together, under the covers. He wraps himself around her, his strong arms enclosing her in a protective embrace. She snuggles into his chest, feeling warm and safe in his arms.

"Mmm, this is nice," she sighs, her breath fanning across his skin.

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A Fellow Member Is Staring At You

Happy Lowman

“You want to keep those eyes? Or should I take them for you?

Juice Ortiz

“Look I know what’s going on but she’s my wife, so maybe show some respect?”

Jax Teller

“You got a problem brother? Because staring at my wife like that makes it seem like you do.”

Tig Trager

“You falling in love brother? Cause if you are we have a problem.”

Chibs Telford

“You’ll want to keep your eyes off her, mate.”

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“was just a peck, sweetheart”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — summary; your boyfriends love language is biting (Tig Trager x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — warnings; established relationship, tig bites + his love language is biting, they're both idiots in love, uhm that’s it i think

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — word count; 707

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — a/n; counter to tig getting bit😇

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you were at the clubhouse, sitting on one of the rugged old couches while you sat curled into his side. 

left arm around his neck while your fingers tangled in his hair, brushing through his curls while he practically purred at your touch. 

shaking your head as he relished in the feeling of your fingers, letting his eyes flutter shut. 

he always let himself get lost in the feeling of your, lost in his thoughts of you. every thought he had was of you, save for the little chunk that was reserved for the club—but you outweighed it by the majority. 

now, as he got lost in you, his mind began to run on autopilot. 

he leaned in, nipping at your jaw how he usually did, before his bites trailed down across your throat and neck. 

but that was the thing with Tig, the one thing that he didn’t fully understand but couldn’t fight. 

Tig’s love language wasn’t words. it wasn’t gifts or acts of service, though he did provide them whenever you asked. 

no, for Tig it was something primal, something instinctive.  he showed affection in ways people didn’t always understand—through the sharp, passionate bite of his teeth on you skin. 

it had started as a joke, a playful nip to your neck when the two of you were alone, something brief but enough to make you shiver. the next time, his bite was harder, deeper. a kiss with teeth, a sign of something more — something unspoken. 

he didn’t think much of it. Tig Trager, the man who lived for chairs and risk, for that edge between danger and thrill, knew only one way to show you that he cared; by marking you. by biting you. 

you’d never talked about it, never needed to. but after the first few times, it became a ritual. a way for him to ground himself when the weight of the world became too much. 

when his past haunted him too deeply. when the scars he carried felt too heavy— he bit you, and in those moments, it was like everything else faded away. you were his anchor. 

your fingers continued through his hair, nails brushing gently across his scalp and he had to bite at your shoulder to stop himself from groaning too loudly. 

but the next bite he gave after that was different, much deeper than every other one he had given before. 

“ow, Tig!”

your call of his name and the way your fingers tugged at his hair to pull him away had his attention coming back. 

blue eyes meeting yours, as a half guilty look crossed his face. 

“sorry didn’t mean it that hard”

he told, lifting one of his hands to soothe his thumb over the fresh mark. leaning in he pressed a soft kiss to the mark, his head lifting to meet your eyes. 

shaking your head as he flashed you a pout, something he did to get back in your good books. 

“that hurt Tig”

you told, poking a finger at his chest. rolling your eyes as he held his hands up on surrender, slouching against the back of the couch in the process. 

the clubhouse had emptied since you’d arrived, leaving only a couple of the prospects stocking things behind the bar. they were harmless, knew they wouldn’t say anything about you and Tig on the opposite side of the room. 

slowly you hooked a leg across both of his, settling in his lap while he smirked up at you. 

his hands came down to settle on your hips, thumbs soothing back and forth as he leaned in to kiss across your throat. his kisses made you giggle, trying to pull back from his touch again until he bit and sucked at your pulse point, causing your breath to hitch. 

“Tig..”

you tried, the warning tone in your voice holding no malice. which only made him continue, more nips and bites across your skin before he mumbled out. 

“was just a peck, sweetheart”

he continued to smirk up at you, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulled you down against his chest. 

catching your lips in another kiss before you whispered out against his lips. 

“less teeth next time”

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[holylulusworld]

Rescue you - Flufftober 23

Summary: When your ex comes to town, Jax sees red.

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader

Characters: Clay Morrow, Wayne Unser, Harry "Opie" Winston, Juice Ortiz, Tig Trager

Warnings: angst, mentions of a past abusive relationship, protective Jax, angry Jax, light violence against the reader, implied character’s death, fluff, hurt & comfort, blood

A/N: I didn't name her ex. You can imagine any guy. I imagined Brock Rumlow because he's hot and a bad guy. 😳 I'm a visual writer and need to imagine a face.

Trope: Rescue romance

Idea by: @dawn-petrichor-world

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

The day you met Jax Teller changed your opinion about men.

Until then, you believed every man is like your ex. Angry, loud, and thoughtless.

Jax is different. He’s rough around the edges, strong, wild, and yes, dangerous. But with you, he’s gentle and kind. You never felt safer than in his arms.

In those fleeting moments, you can spend alone, he dreams of another life. A life without violence, and maybe, children running around the house.

Your boyfriend is not a man of many words. He shows you his feelings with soft touches and small gestures.

The tea he brews for you every morning before you must go to work. A soft kiss goodnight. Or the way he hugs you. All these small gestures tell you Jax Teller loves you.

You believe in him, and his love. Jax will never hurt you or leave you for some other girl. He promised to love and protect you for the rest of his life.

Today, you must believe in his love, and hang on. If only you can hang on and wait for Jax to find out what happened to you…

Four hours earlier, …

“Bye, have a great weekend,” you wave at your colleagues from the library. They return the gesture and wish you a great weekend too.

You yawn as you make your way toward your car. Only a few more minutes apart you from meeting up with your boyfriend.

“Look what I finally found.”

You freeze. That voice.

How you wished to never hear his voice again. You lived in a bubble for the better of two years. Your relationship with Jax is going steady, and your past is only a few burned pictures, and torn memories you refuse to talk about.

“No. You can’t be here,” you shake your head as you look at your ex. He smirks darkly at your reaction. Your hands tremble and your eyes sting with tears. “What a pity he didn’t pick you up today, huh? Every Friday night your fine boyfriend has something better today than bringing his girl home.”

“What do you want here? You can’t be here.” You take a step back, and another as your heart hammers in your chest. “Please just leave me alone.”

“I’m here to get my girl back,” he looks over your shoulder, checking if anyone is watching you. “I can’t just let you go, can I?”

“You had fling after fling,” you sneer when he tries to touch your cheek. Slapping his hand away you glare at him. “What do you really want?”

“I can’t have my girl run around with that bastard. Jax Teller, Y/N? Really?” He scoffs when you look around the area for help. “No one is coming for your aid, babe. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.”

“Fuck you!” Your head snaps to the left when his hand slaps your cheek hard. You gasp, and press your hand to your cheek, fighting the tears wanting to break free. If you cry now, he’ll know how scared you are.

He grabs your arm, tugging harshly. “You will come with me and shut your mouth. After I’m done with the chapter of the sons in this shitshow of a town, you can thank me by being very nice to me…”

Now, the clubhouse, …

“Where is she? What can you tell me?” Jax nervously runs his fingers through his hair. “Juice, you need to do your thing…trace her phone or shit.”

“Jax, you need to calm the fuck down,” Clay tries to calm Jax. One of them got kidnapped, an old lady. He’s furious and ready to rip anyone apart. “We will find your old lady.”

“She left the library four hours ago, Clay! Four fucking hours!” Jax kicks a chair out of his way. “If anyone touched one hair on her head, I’ll kill them…I’ll kill them all.”

“We talked to her colleagues and the owner of the shop across the street. Her colleagues didn’t see shit. Y/N left the library wished them a nice weekend and walked toward her car,” Tig grunts.

“Yeah, they didn’t even want to talk to us because you scared the shit out of them,” Opie bites back. “Anyways,” he clears his throat as he looks at Jax. Opie can see the fear in his friend’s eyes, and it breaks his heart a little. “The old geezer across the street said, that there was a guy and a girl. The guy hit the girl, and that was when he called the cops.”

“We checked the cameras from the stores nearby,” Unser tries to get Jax’s attention. “One of them captured the car of the bastard. We got a license plate and a name.”

“We’ve got a name?” Jax grabs Unser by his collar. “What are we waiting for then? You had a name for how long?”

“Twenty minutes, Jax,” the sheriff grunts. “I’m not an idiot, and I like the girl.”

“Who is he? Who dared to raise his hand against my girl?” Jax is out of it. He’s ready to rip the sheriff apart, limp by limp if he doesn’t get answers soon. “Tell me his name, UNSER!”

Unser yells your ex’s name, making Jax gasp. You told him about what happened with the man you dated before him. “We need to find them!”

“Jax, calm down! We are on it! Juice is on it,” Clay tries to calm your boyfriend down again.

“I try to hack her service provider to find out about her last location. Give me more time,” Juice tries his best to remain calm. He’s used to working under pressure. But these are exceptional circumstances. “Just one more minute…“

You try not to think about what will happen if Jax doesn’t find you. Your ex was taunting you over the last hours, telling you how much he will enjoy watching Jax despair when he finds your broken body.

Taking deep breaths, you try to remember all the times Jax told you how much he loves you, or how he asked you to go for a ride with him for the first time.

The silence is deafening, and worse than your ex yelling at you. It takes a toll on you, as it feels like seconds turn into hours.

You hide your face in the palms of your hands, silently crying as you fear that you’ll never see Jax again.

“Where is she?” someone yells loud enough for you to hear. “I’ll kill you!” Gunshots hit the wall, and you scream as one of the bullets breaks through the door and hits the wall next to you.

“Y/N! BABY! Where are you!” It’s Jax. Jax found you!

“HERE!” You scream his name. “I’M HERE!”

“BABY!”

The door flings open, revealing a beyond-worried Jax. His face is covered in bruises, and blood covers to his knuckles, but all you can think about is that he's here.

He tugs his gun away as you run toward him to throw yourself into his arms. “I knew you’ll find me…I just knew…” He breathes you in. "I knew it..."

“Did he hurt you? Did he touch you, baby?”

“No…I mean he hit me but…no…I…you’re here,” you cry into his chest. “You’re…here…”

"I told you," he kisses the crown of your hair, "I'll burn the world for you and kill anyone hurting my girl..."

Tags in reblog.

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

               keep   them   in   the   house?      hell,   maybe   that   might   be   a   bad   idea.      maybe   it   was   best   if   the   girls   took   nate   outside.      fresh   air   might   do   them   good   too,   and   would   give   him   the   time   to   get   everything   set   up   for   the   guy’s   arrival.      ❝   maybe   take   nate   outside.      it   might   be   better   if   he   isn’t   in   the   house.   ❞      hand   goes   to   his   cheek   after   she   presses   a   kiss   there.      he   loves   her   a   whole   damn   lot.      ❝   i’ll   let   you   girls   know   once   i   make   the   call   what   needs   to   happen.   ❞      body   turns   to   face   the   corpse,   and   he   shakes   his   head   again.      flipping   open   his   cell,   he   dials   in   the   number   and   waits.      when   his   connection   answers,   it   takes   all   of   two   seconds   for   him   to   agree   to   come   down   and   handle   the   issue.      half   an   hour   is   what   bachman   says,   and   hangs   up.      ascending   the   stairs,   tig   steps   over   the   pool   of   blood   in   the   kitchen   and   heads   for   the   back   door.      he   can   see   gemma   in   the   distance   with   her   father,   and   eliza   and   tara   standing   near   the   edge   of   the   deck.      he   taps   on   the   glass   to   get   eliza’s   attention,   and   motions   for   her   to   come   inside.

there's  no  limit  to  what  either  of  them  would  do  for  love  -  hell,  maybe  that's  half  their  fucking  problem.  (unhelpful  to  the  situation  presently  at  hand,  but  it's  worth  the  revelation.)  eliza  grimaces  at  the  lifeless  body  in  the  chair  before  them,  unable  to  divert  her  eyes  until  tig  speaks  -  it's  then  that  she  makes  the  conscious  decision  to  look  at  him  &  side-step  the  corpse.  as  he  lists  off  what  needs  to  be  done,  eliza  nods,  decidedly  tabling  any  anxiety  in  her  chest  to  cope  with  at  a  later  time.  "i  know,  i  know  -  i'll  keep  everyone  in  the  house."  it's  wrong  how  normalized  this  has  all  become  -  but  there's  nothing  she  can  do  to  change  that.  eliza  steps  forward  to  press  a  quick  kiss  to  tig's  cheek  (half  apologetic,  half  distressed)  before  turning  on  her  heel.  "jus'  ...  be  careful,  okay?"

[drakoneve]

Long Run

request: Just something cute and sweet for tig with a gn reader, please? Anything, bro I'm starved.

pairing: Tig Trager x gn!reader

word count: 600+

warnings: mention of a cartel? typical club shit

a/n: I LOVVVEEEEE this man <333

Three years into your relationship with Tig, you should be more than used to long club runs. And, for the most part, you handled the separation well.

You could keep yourself busy with work, chores, and upkeep at the clubhouse with Gemma and Tara while the boys were gone but this work would only last so long.

Tiggy kept in contact as much as he could on the road with calling in between stops and in the evenings while on your drive home. There was the old "what happens on the road stays on the road" club rule, but since the beginning of your relationship Tig made a promise to be loyal to you and he'd yet to break it.

You'd known his reputation with men and women of loving and leaving them before ever getting involved with him, and so you'd made him promise.

This run is different, however.

The club made a special trip to Santo Padre on a favor to Marcus Alvares to help the local Mayans in town handle some cartel business, and before anyone knew it their one week in Santo Padre had turned into three.

It's why tonight you sat alone in the home you shared with Tig, cuddled up in blankets on his side of the bed watching old Criminal Minds reruns.

Being on his side of the bed, resting your head on the pillow seeming infused with Tig's favorite cologne (the one you'd been getting him since your first anniversary together), brought you the comfort of Tig while he was gone.

After several episodes and half a bag of popcorn later you'd finally begun to dose off when you heard it... the soft rumblings of an approaching motorcycle.

Out of habit you reached for the spare gun in the drawer of Tig's nightstand. Before him you had never shot a gun, but after the incident with Tara and Margaret being kidnapped incited Tig to teach you to defend yourself, which meant being able to use a gun if necessary.

You crept your way into the living room to peek out from behind the window curtains to see exactly who it was pulling up in your driveway.

Even though his helmet covered most of his hair, you could see Tig's small curls poking out the bottom, unruly as ever. He shuts his bike off and begins to remove his helmet and you decide you just can't take it anymore.

You abandon the gun in your hand on one of the couch end tables before heading out the door, barefoot and wearing one of Tig's shirts.

Tig raises his head when he hears the door, confused at first, but his gorgeous smile overtakes him as he realizes it's you coming for him.

You go as fast as your legs will carry you, throwing yourself against Tig's broad chest and wrapping your arms around his torso. His arms follow suit, wrapping around you and pulling you up off the ground for a moment before setting you back down, yet his arms don't release you.

"What are you doin' awake at this hour, baby?" he asks, voice muffled in your hair as he breathes you in. "You've got work tomorrow. Well, today, actually."

"Missed you," you confessed into his chest. Finally you bring yourself to pull away slightly, taking in Tig's face.

The bags under his eyes were slightly more defined than when you last saw him, but his blues sparkled down at you with excitement.

"You've been gone far too long, Tiggy," you scold playfully. "I don't think I'm letting you leave me ever again. I don't like it."

His blue eyes flicker over your face as his hands cup either side. "I don't wanna be away from you either, baby. You're everything."

Tig pulls you into a soft kiss. He never moves his hands from your face as he pulls away just slightly, resting his forehead against your own.

"Let's go inside, doll." Tig peppers kisses across your face. "I'm in desperate need of some lovin' from my baby, okay?"

"Mmm," you hum, unable to stop the smile spreading across your face. "I can't exactly say 'no' to that, can I?"

[tinyshyteacup]

TW: cussing, sexual act mentioned briefly (if you squint)

Part 3

A Charming Detour - Part 4

You've fallen into the daily rhythm of Teller-Morrow. Mornings are a whirlwind of ringing phones, impatient customers, and Gemma barking out orders like a general on a battlefield. You’ve gotten better at juggling it all—handling invoices, ordering parts, and filtering through the never-ending stream of calls.

And, of course, there’s the guys. But lunch?

Lunch is its own kind of chaos.

It starts the same way every day.

“Lunch run!” Bobby announces, like a town crier delivering the most important news of the day.

And then, all hell breaks loose.

“What’s the order?” Jax asks, already reaching for his wallet.

“Anywhere but that shitty taco place,” Tig grumbles, stretching out on one of the picnic benches.

“Gave me food poisoning last time.”

“That’s ‘cause yer ordering fish tacos from a gas station,” Chibs says, shaking his head.

Happy—who rarely speaks unless it’s absolutely necessary—grunts. “Not the pizza place.”

“What? Why?” Juice asks, eyes narrowing.

Happy shrugs. “Just don’t trust ‘em.”

Juice rolls his eyes. “Oh yeah? What about the burger place?”

“Had it yesterday,” Jax says.

Juice huffs. “Jesus, you guys are so picky.”

Then—like it’s a goddamn tradition—everyone turns to you.

And you freeze.

Because you hate picking.

you just shrug. “Uh… whatever you guys want?”

SAMCRO collectively groans.

“Fucking useless,” Tig mutters, shaking his head.

“Alright, Juicy,” Jax says, smirking. “You’re on pickup duty.”

Juice groans. “Are you serious? Again?”

Jax grins. “Shouldn’t have lost last night, bro.”

Juice mutters a curse under his breath, grabbing his keys. Then, just as he turns to leave, his gaze lingers on you for a second too long—like he wants to say something, but can’t quite figure out how.

Finally, he sighs. “Alright. Be back soon.”

And then he’s gone.

Which means…

You’re alone with the guys.

Juice had been gone twenty minutes. Twenty fucking minutes. That’s all it took for things to go to shit.

Balancing three takeout bags in his arms, he shoves open the Teller-Morrow truck door with his shoulder, stepping out into the midday heat. The picnic table sits just a few feet away in the shade.

And that’s when he sees it.

His stomach drops.

Tig is sitting next to you.

Not just sitting next to you—leaning in. Elbow on the table, legs stretched out like he owns the place, grinning like a fucking wolf.

And you—short little unaware you—are just sitting there, drinking from your water bottle, listening intently like this is some kind of casual conversation instead of Tig fucking Trager.

Juice almost drops the food.

His brain goes into overdrive.

Best-case scenario? Tig is just talking shit. Normal level Tig bullshit.

Worst-case scenario? Tig is flirting.

…Oh, fuck, Tig is flirting.

And you—sweet, professional, unprepared you—don’t even realize.

Juice watches as you tilt your head, blinking up at Tig with a slightly puzzled look, that tiny wrinkle forming between your brows.

Goddammit.

Juice knows that look. It’s the same one you get when trying to figure out how to work the ancient fax machine inside.

Which means you have no clue that you’re being hit on.

Tig, meanwhile, just keeps smirking. “So, sweetheart… you ever been with an older man?”

Juice panics.

He barely stops himself from dropping the food as he rushes forward. “Okay! Food’s here! Everyone shut up and eat!”

Tig barely glances at him. “Relax, Juicy. Just making conversation.”

Juice shoots him a glare before turning to you. “You—uh, you hungry?” His voice cracks slightly, but he pretends it doesn’t. “I got your order.”

You smile, reaching for the takeout bag. “Oh, thanks, Juice!”

But before he can bask in the warmth of that smile, Tig leans in again. “So, tell me—do you like bad boys?”

Juice chokes on air.

You, wrinkle your nose slightly. “Like… badboys ... or actual criminals?”

Tig just grins. “Sure ... badboys. Let’s go with that.”

You consider for a second before shrugging. “I mean, I guess it depends on how bad?”

Tig grins. “You ever hear that saying? Once you go older, you never go—”

Juice panics.

Tig just smirks, barely glancing at Juice before turning back to you. “I was just tellin’ her she’s gotta be careful around guys like us, ya know? We’re dangerous.”

Juice glares. “Yeah, no shit. That’s the problem.”

Tig chuckles. “Relax, Juicy. I ain’t gonna break her.” Then, turning to you with a wink, he adds, “Unless she wants me to.”

Juice glares.

You roll your eyes between them both.

Tig leans forward, voice smooth as silk. “I’m a real man, doll. I can show you things.”

Juice sees red.

But before he can so much as move, you cross your arms and complete deadpan,

"Like a seniors discount ? 'Cause you’re also what ... twice my age ?”

The entire table erupts.

Jax actually slaps his knee.

Bobby has to wipe his eyes.

Even Happy smirks, shaking his head.

Tig, to his credit, grins. “Damn. I like her.”

Juice practically shoves Tig’s food at him like it’s some kind of weapon. “Shut up, Tig.”

Juice exhales sharply, and sits down across from you, eyes darting to Tig every few minutes like he’s making sure the bastard doesn’t try anything else.

But he should’ve known—This is Tig, he never lets shit go.

Tig grins at Juice before he changes tatic and leans in toward you, dropping his voice to a mock-whisper. “Y’know, sweetheart, Juice is real shy, but don’t let that fool you—he’s got a big—”

Your whole face contorts “Unless the next words outta your mouth are 'personality' or 'heart' I do not wanna know"

Juice blank screens.

After what feels like an eternity of teasing, the lunch break starts winding down.

Most of the guys wander off, but Juice lingers behind, desperately trying to erase the last twenty minutes from existence.

You glance up at him, smiling. “He likes to mess with people, huh?”

Juice snorts. “He fucking lives for it.” He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry about all that. He's just —”

“Gross?” you supply.

Juice blinks. “Uh. I was gonna say an asshole, but—sure.”

You giggle, shaking your head. “It’s okay. I'll pull him up.”

From the doorway, Gemma leans against the frame, she'd been watching the absolute circus at the table.

She crosses her arms, smirking.

“Jesus Christ,” she mutters. “Bunch of goddamn teenagers.”

But she sees the way Juice looks at you.

She shakes her head.

After lunch, you head back into the Teller-Morrow office, still amused by the chaos outside.

Gemma is already behind her desk, glasses perched on her nose as she flips through invoices. “’Bout time,” she mutters.

“Figured Tig was gonna keep you out there all damn day.”

You frown, still a little confused. “Why does Juice get all werid around him ?”

Gemma smirks without looking up. “Because Tig’s an asshole. And Juice is a puppy.”

You blink. “A… puppy?”

She leans back, arms crossing. “Yeah. One of those dumb ones that runs into walls, trips over its own feet, but gets all feral if someone messes with their favorite person.”

You open your mouth to argue—but then you think about how Juice had practically thrown himself between you and Tig's commentary earlier.

“…Huh.”

Gemma chuckles, turning back to her work. “He’s a good one, though.”

You can’t help but smile a little to yourself as you glance up Jax strolls in, radiating that, too-cool presence he always seems to have.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greets smoothly, shooting you an easy grin before turning to Gemma.

“Ma, you seen—”

“Check the garage,” Gemma interrupts without looking up, flipping through an invoice.

Jax sighs, muttering something about “idiots” under his breath before glancing at you again. He pauses, giving you a once-over like he’s trying to gauge something.

Then, with a slight smirk, he asks, “You comin’ to the party tonight?”

You blink, caught off guard. “Party?”

Jax tilts his head. “At the clubhouse. Figured the guys would’ve told you by now.”

You glance between him and Gemma, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. “No one mentioned it.”

Jax huffs a short laugh. “Figures.” His tone is teasing, but there’s something knowing in it—like he’s well aware of why no one’s told you.

You hesitate. “What kind of party?”

Jax gives you an amused look, but before he can answer, Gemma snorts.

“She don’t even know what that means, Jackson.”

Your frown deepens. “It’s… a party?”

Jax leans against the desk, arms crossed. “Yeah. But, uh…” He glances at Gemma before giving you a look. “Might be a little different than what you’re used to.”

You shift uncomfortably. “Different how?”

Gemma exhales like she’s preparing to give a well rehearsed speech.

“Look, sweetheart, I like you. You’re a good girl, and you ain’t like the rest of the trash that usually drifts through here.”

You blink, caught between gratitude and mild offense. “Uh. Thanks?”

She gestures at you. “That’s why I gotta tell you—clubhouse parties? Not what you think.”

Your stomach tightens. “…So, like, what? Keg stands and loud music?”

Jax laughs under his breath.

Gemma smirks. “Try half-naked crow eaters and guys gettin’ blown in hallways.”

You stare at her, your brain short-circuiting. "Jesus Christ"

Then "…wait, what's a croweater ?”

Jax chuckles. “Told you.”

You can feel your face heating up. “That’s, uh—That’s a little different”

Gemma just shrugs. “No shit.” Then after a beat she adds. “Now, I ain’t sayin’ don’t go. But if you do? You stick close to Juice.”

You blink, startled. “Why Juice?”

Jax raises a brow, amused. “You really gotta ask?”

You frown.

Gemma sighs. “Because, sweetheart, he’s safe.” Then, after a beat, she smirks.

"And if anyone so much as looks at you wrong, he’ll probably lose his damn mind.”

You blink.

Jax snorts. “Yeah, Ma, real subtle.”

Gemma smirks. “Ain’t gotta be subtle, Jackson. That guys an open book.”

You bite your lip, feeling a strange warmth creep up your neck.

Juice is in the garage a slight smile on his face, still thinking about lunch. About you. How you had laughed at Tig’s antics, how you didn’t seem to mind when Juice tripped over his words trying to talk to you.

How you looked at him—like he wasn’t just some nerdy guy with scalp tattoos and a fauxhawk.

He’s so caught up in his own head that he doesn’t hear Jax approaching until a firm pat lands on his back.

“So… she’s coming to the party.”

His head snaps up so fast he almost gives himself whiplash.

“What—Who—What?!”

Jax, looking far too smug, just crosses his arms. “You heard me, man.”

Juice stares at him it takes a second before he manages to laugh, “No, she’s not.”

Jax just pats his shoulder again. “You better be on your A-game, man.”

“Oh, no,” Juice mutters under his breath. “Oh, no no no.”

Jax laughs. “Relax, man. It’s not like we’re throwin’ her to the wolves.”

Juice snaps his eyes back to him, as he hisses. “Jax. She proably thinks ‘crow eaters’ are bird enthusiasts.”

Juice watches, horrified, as Jax walks away.

Because suddenly, the reality hits him.

You—the tiny, sweet, girl he has a stupid crush on—are about to walk into a SAMCRO party.

[wonderboygenius]

Lucy in the Sky (at Charming)

Fandom: Sons of Anarchy Pairing: Jax Teller/Happy's Sister Rating: M Part 1 of 2 Light smut, comedy

Synopsis: Lucia, Happy's baby sister is coming to scope out Charming. Once Happy gave the all clear, bets are taken on which Son will bag a Killer's sister.

“Wendy’s deciding to keep the fucking kid,” Jax blew out his smoke from his joint. He was at the tail end of a church meeting with the MC. This was the part where they each just updated each other about their lives, if they didn’t already know through the gossip. This was a more official way that the men gave each other serious advice. There was also the fact that Happy was down here from SAMDINO, this was his first church meeting since coming down so he was getting fully caught up on his brothers’ lives. “If she fucking stays sober enough for the kid not to die…we’re keeping it. We’re still fucking getting divorced, but,” the VP of SAMCRO shrugged. “I’m not getting any younger and I dunno. A son sounds pretty cool,” he smirked. 

Clay clapped his stepson on his back. “A son for a Son,” he chuckled. “Taking responsibility, I like it. Anyone else before I close out church?” He grabbed the gavel. 

Happy pounded the table once, turning the table’s attention towards him. “My baby sister is coming down to Charming to see me tomorrow; she’ll be here for two weeks. I already talked to Clay about it; she’s safe and ain’t no snitch. You guys don’t have to welcome her, but Gemma already agreed to show her around Charming.” His raspy voice informed the brothers, “watch out for her at the clubhouse parties when I can’t, and don’t fucking treat her like a croweater,” he slapped the table and pointed to the younger men at the table. “She’s my sister, but she’s an independent woman; if she chooses to fuck one of you, that’s not my business, but if you hurt her or can’t control your croweaters, I’ll meet you in the cages.” He glared at Opie, glared hard at Jax and Juice, and surprisingly stared down Chibs and Tig. 

Tig chuckled as the rest of the club looked at him and Chibs in shock. “I’ve been waiting for baby sister to be of legal age since she hit puberty,” he grinned lasciviously. 

“She’s 24, Tig,” Happy growled, reminding his brother who has known his baby sister since she was a young girl.  

“And it’s only for my love for my brother that I did not tap that shit when baby girl started having sex, because brothers,” Tig created an hourglass movement with both his hands. “Beautiful  bourbon brown skin, and the best T and A you men have ever seen in a dream of a small and flexible body. She was in that cheerleading and gymnastics team, wasn’t she?” He muttered to himself as he lost himself in memories, a twinkle in his eye. 

Clay raised an eyebrow at his ‘Killah’. “You gonna let him talk about your sister like that?” 

Happy grimaced. “He’s not wrong. Lucia’s my sister, but she’s a beautiful woman. I’m also not fucking blind, she’s fucking hot,” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. “That and she’d kill me if I corrected him. Keep your comments clean around me or I’ll shoot your dick off, Trager.” 

Tig lifted his hands up in defense. “Noted, Killah.” 

“Where’s she staying?” Piney asked.

“At my house; I’ll just continue staying at the clubhouse.” Happy purchased a house as he was loaned to Charming more and more frequently and for longer periods of time. He usually spent his time at the clubhouse, but when he just needed a night to himself, he decided to purchase a small two bedroom Spanish style home. It was bare bones, letting Gemma decorate it within his budget, but it was enough for him, and knowing Lucia, it would be enough for her too. 

“So if we convince baby sister to move here, we could possibly get the Tacoma Killah permanently? I’ll make sure Gemma turns on her most best self and take her in,” Jax grinned. “You know you love coming down to Charming,” he reminded the assassin. 

“Got the best croweaters on the West coast,” Happy smirked. 

“Alright, alright, enough chit chat, I can feel my tampon slipping. We good with anything else, boys?” Clay chuckled, trying to bring the meeting to a close. After no one else chirped up, he banged his gavel and officially ended the meeting. “Happy, give your sister’s information to Gemma. I’m sure you ain’t got shit in that fridge, and they can fill up that house for you and your sister.” 

Happy nodded his gratitude. “Thank you, Prez.” 

—

Happy stood by his rented Harley Davidson Tallboy, smoking his cigarette as he waited for his sister to approach from her luggage pickup. His normal bike didn’t have an extra seat big enough to comfortably sit both him and his sister, plus her luggage. The croweaters he occasionally took on his bike were thin as hell and were only on his bike for 20 minutes at max. He still wore his kutte as he glared down at airport security who nervously shifted near him. 

“Ki-ke!”  Happy turned his head to see his happy sister running towards him. He grunted as she slammed into him, taking the weight of her body and her heavy luggage. “Hey Cici,” he threw his cigarette to the ground as he wrapped an arm around his sister. He hid his face in her curly hair and inhaled, his heart feeling full as he held his sister. He held back his joyous grin in her hair. “I missed you too, beba.” 

Lucia pulled back, her wide and dark brown doe eyes sparkling with delight. “You look good, healthy,” she nodded once, taking her brother in as she pulled away from his embrace. 

“Jesus, you sound so much like Mamá,” Happy’s accent slipping through. He took in his sister, as she did him. Her rosy cheeks were flushed pink, her smile genuine. She was happy. She still had her same figure; she didn’t look underweight, or too unhealthily overweight for her body. He felt relieved. It was all he wanted. His sister; happy, healthy, and safe. And he did that. He felt complete having his mother and sister back in the same state. 

Lucia rolled her eyes. “C’mon, I want to get on the road,” she bounced in excitement. She’d always loved riding with her brother on his motorcycle. She loved the feeling of freedom that surrounded her in the open roads of California. 

“You ain’t tired of sitting on your ass? You flew, what? 5 hours?” Happy questioned. 

“Six, actually, but I’m good!” Lucia grinned as she insisted. “I did some stretches and it's only a one hour ride to your house and with your speed, we’ll be there in less time. Once we get there, I’m taking a nice hour nap before I meet up with Gemma to grocery shop, I’ll be recharged by then,” she smiled. “C’mon! I wanna fly!” She pulled him, grinning as she felt her brother’s protective arm take its place on her shoulder. 

Happy grinned, seeing the happiness come across his sister. She loved riding almost as much as he did. His favorite time riding besides by himself was with his sister. And he knew she felt the same way. He noticed airport security checking his sister out and he growled at them as he took his sister’s bags to tie on both sides of the bike. 

Lucia giggled as she hopped on behind her brother, her arms immediately wrapping around her brother. “Nunca cambias, huh, Ki-Ke?” She strapped on her helmet and handed her brother his. 

Happy chuckled, revving the bike, causing the loud rumble to echo in the pick up area. “Never.” He patted his sister’s hands that were around his torso. 

–

Gemma, Jax, Tig, Chibs, and a few of the non-Son mechanics sat around the picnic tables, on their lunch break as they were ahead of schedule with the cars they had for their day. Gemma, feeling generous, decided to order pizza for the boys; she decided to forgo the pizza, deciding to wait to eat a late lunch with Lucia. She had indeed been communicating with the young Lowman sister, through texts and phone calls. From what she knew of the young girl, so far, she liked her a lot. 

Lucia, for her and Happy’s childhood, was everything good about Happy in a small woman. But she was also respectable and endearing, whereas Happy was fear inducing and scary. She was looking forward to the club’s reaction to her as she knew from Happy that she was apparently curvy and beautiful. But she also knew from speaking to her that Lucia was an extremely confident woman and confident in herself. She couldn't wait to see which Son was bold enough to try to take on Happy’s sister. She was silently rooting for Chibs, or Jax. It would be fun to see either happen. 

The group’s heads perked up as they heard a new grumble from a motor come ripping through the street. They watched as Happy rode in on his rented bike with the expected Lucia riding behind him. 

Gemma smirked in amusement as the men at the table immediately elbowed one another. Fresh meat was a commodity in Charming. 

Happy backed into a parking spot, fighting the urge to cringe at the itchiness in his skin. He could feel all eyes on him. Well, not on him, on Lucia. But they were still observing him. For an assassin, being observed was a stimulation nightmare. He grumbled as he removed his helmet, getting off his bike. He helped his baby sister, her height causing her to need assistance climbing on and off the large bike suited for two. “I fucking hate this,” he covered his sister’s body, and their view. 

“Get over it, you’re making it more of a moment, than it needs to be, Ki-ke,” Lucia patted his shoulder as she walked around him, and towards the table of expecting pairs of eyes. 

Gemma observed the wide eyes of all of the men at the picnic tables as they took in the beautiful woman before them. Shit. They all looked dumbfounded at her beauty. She certainly looked like all of their wet dreams come to life, but in a new and different package that more that outsold their own dreams. Tig was certainly right. Lucia had an hourglass figure; her body more similar to Marilyn Monroe’s, Sofia Loren’s, or Raquel Welch's, but her ass poked further out, matching her plump thighs. She wore a cut off leather jacket, classic tight light wash denim high waisted jeans, and a white halter top which beautifully offset her russet brown skin. Her makeup was done lightly, enhancing her already natural beauty. Her full plump lips were burgundy bruised and carried a mischievous smirk. She walked with confidence, noted in her large three inch platform boots and sharp long red nails. Her long curly dark brown hair perfectly curved around her full breasts. Shit, Gemma thought to herself. Lucia was a siren come to life. Even she was feeling a bit hot at Lucia’s entrance. Jesus, she’s gonna bring trouble. 

Gemma stood up and made her way to the beauty. “Hi Cici,” she engulfed the girl in her arms. She found herself warming to the young woman as Lucia hugged back just as fiercely, rubbing her back. 

“Hey Gemma, thank you so much for welcoming me and being so nice,” Lucia hugged the Queen of SAMCRO, grateful for the woman’s help in feeling comfortable in Charming. She immediately respected the badass woman for being a matriarch in an all boy’s club; literally. 

“You want me to introduce you to everyone?” Gemma asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Ask Mopey over there,” Lucia shot back to her brother. 

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Happy grabbed his sister’s arm and walked to the picnic benches. “This is Lucia, I already fucking warned you all about them. Lucia, this is Jax, my VP; you already know Tig. This is Chibs, Lowell, and some other pieces of shit that I don’t care about. Done, now take her out to Charming,” he turned his sister and pushed her into Gemma. “Let’s get back to work before I shoot one of you. I’m not drunk enough for this.” 

There was silence as the men watched Gemma and Lucia walk away, all of them taking in one or both of the women. 

“So, if we were all at the party tonight at the clubhouse?” A voice that was obviously fake deepened asked. 

“Next fucking car!” Happy barked out.

--

Gemma laughed with the young woman as they had their brunch together. “So you won’t tell me which one you like the best?”

Lucia raised an eyebrow at her, a smirk on her lips. “You think I’d give you the advantage when I’m a bit certain that you bet on this with someone? And I’m not getting a cut?” She playfully scoffed.

“Baby girl, I just wanna make sure I put the right money in the right places; if my highest risk gets the win, I’ll share my winnings with you,” the black and blonde haired woman bargained with Happy’s little sister. 

“Do you really want me to tell you or do you wanna win as an honest woman?” 

“Baby, I put money in a few guys just to make sure I always win,” Gemma revealed. “But I do wanna let you have your pick.”

Lucia smiled, liking Gemma’s answer. “I liked a few,” she admitted. “You’ll win something,” she laughed. “If it was worth enough for a redo, I’ll let you keep what you make.”

“Why didn’t Happy bring you around sooner? I like you,” Gemma happily chewed at her food. 

“Trust me, Gemma, I’ve tried to get Happy to settle down long enough for me to come down, but he’s never really had a place. He’s always been a nomad even when he wasn’t a Nomad,” Lucia bantered. “When he told me he finally bought a house down here, I immediately put in for vacation at work. He’s never bought a house until here, so really I have you and SAMCRO to thank for convincing him to come down here so often. It’s not that other charters never offered, but Happy never felt like he needed to settle.”

“A true nomad,” Gemma observed. It put a chill down her spine. She couldn’t imagine not having Charming as her home. She couldn’t imagine not having a true home, period. 

Lucia nodded. “As long as he stayed in the West coast and close enough to Mamá, he was okay with a bed, roof, kitchen, and bathroom,” she pushed at some of the remnants of her food. “A lot of Happy’s money went to me and our mom, and I was able to go to school. I work for a publishing company in New York; I’m now their Vice President,” she smirked. “I always told him that once he bought a house anywhere, I’d move to the closest branch there. But on his own time; I know he liked being a true nomad,” she shrugged. 

“You missed him,” Gemma discerned easily. When you gained the young woman’s trust, clearly she was an open book with her own feelings, but private with other’s. 

“Yeah, but Happy keeps his emotions to himself and I respect that. I don’t want to make him feel any way. He already gets pulled in so many different ways for the Sons, but I know this life is his passion. I can work in my career from anywhere in the world, I just needed a base. I was just waiting on him. He never made me feel less; we both would take trips to see each other, me more so, and we would stay at our mom’s house,” Lucia’s smile lit up her face and made her eyes twinkle. 

Gemma couldn’t help but smile at the happiness that radiated from her. She could tell the young woman truly loved Happy, and her family. She felt like pure innocent joy. Gemma craved that feeling; and she felt that pouring out of Lucia’s skin towards anything and everything that could touch it. “Well, if you like it here enough, and we like each other well enough; I’ll be sure to make Clay bring Hap down here more often enough for him to ask for a transfer. Charming is a special place and I’d love to share it with you.” She made her decision. She really liked Lucia. Liked her enough that she was glad that she put the most amount of money on Jax. Most of the club put their money on Chibs or Tig, much to Happy’s dismay. She wouldn’t push Lucia on Jax or vice versa, but it wouldn’t hurt any of them if either head was turned to one another’s. And if something came of it, all the better for everyone involved. 

“Thank you, Gem. Really. I want to spend more time with my brother. I want to settle down and have a family and be around family. But I’m a little tired of waiting,” Lucia giggled. “And he seems to like Charming enough to keep volunteering to come down here. I’ll work with you on that.” 

Gemma grinned widely at the young woman, recognizing the girl’s desire for family pouring from her aura. “Let’s use these two weeks to get you hooked up with someone in town; what’s your type, darlin’?” She grabbed her glass of soda to take a sip. 

Lucia smiled wantonly as she blushed slightly. “I’m bisexual, Gemma. And I’m not picky. I like how I’m treated more than how someone looks.” 

Gemma raised an eyebrow. “Okay, then how do you want to be treated then?” She didn’t blink an eye at the woman’s reveal. “What do you want in a partnership or marriage?” She appreciated that the girl was just as blunt as everyone in SAMCRO. 

“I want to be treated with respect. With loyalty,” Lucia listed. “I don’t fuck with cheating. At all,” her face turned stern and serious. She pulled what she called her Happy stare; a stare that invoked fear. She knew she succeeded when Gemma tried to hide her body’s subconscious shiver. “Unless we wanna have a fun night once in a while, I’m fine with that, but I want to find my partner. Not just fuck around.” Lucia said, her face dropping into a thoughtful expression. She bit her lip gently as she thought further. “I want kids, so I pretty much expect one or two. I’d negotiate any child after that depending on how my pregnancies go. I’d be committed to living in Charming forever if I ended up with of the Sons or someone local, but I’d like to visit my family back home, so I would need them to compromise on that. There may come a time that I have to take care of my mom so they’d have to be okay with that,” she revealed. “I want to know their culture, as they learn about mine. I’m all about a legacy,” she admitted bashfully, her hair falling like a curtain on either side of her blushing face. “But a complete one. I want them to be kind, to not put their hands on me. I need them to be good in bed, and often,” she wiggled her eyebrows playfully. 

“Amen to that!” Gemma let out a cackle, throwing her head back. “Anything else on this reasonable list?” 

Lucia shrugged. “That’s it for now. Anything else, I’ll deal with it in time. I’m easy going.” 

“I can work with that,” Gemma nodded, her eyes sparkling as her mind ran through the many names of many people in town. Her son included, but she was biased. And Chibs. Hell, she threw Juice in the mix too. Now to see which man had the balls to approach her first, and which Lucia liked the best. Whether tonight at the party, or in town during her two weeks. 

—-

Gemma and Lucia sat next to Luann, laughing at the blonde woman’s dirty joke when the club came bounding through the clubhouse door, loud and raucous as the croweaters and hangaround cheered at their homecoming. The party can now really start. 

Gemma immediately wrapped herself around her husband, but not before giving her son a quick kiss on the cheek and a playful slap on his ass. She entered Clay’s open embrace watching the club rush to the bar, or to some of the croweaters holding liquor. 

Lucia hopped off from her stool in the kitchen. “Tig, c’mere, I’m never gonna fuck you and I need to pick your brain,” Lucia demanded, grabbing three beers in one hand and holding two shots in another. She held them out to the blue eyed man. “I picked out two girls for you and told them how to play with you later, now drink and hear my confessional. They’ll approach on my orders, and no I won’t tell you who they are.” As instructed, all of the available croweaters, and Luann, gave Tig a flirty and seductive smile. 

The surrounding people in earshot’s jaws stopped, except for Gemma’s. The room laughed as the Sergeant at Arms of SAMCRO kneeled before Lucia and kissed her stomach. 

“Yes, Sister Lucia, thank you, Sister Lucia,” Tig took back the two shots offered back to back, and grabbed the beers from the woman. He stood up quickly, feeling the burn of the spirits run through him, cycling his already high adrenaline. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Can I cop a feel?” 

Lucia sighed. “If you must. Make sure you sneak it when I don’t notice,” she grabbed him back outside towards the benches. “See y’all later!” She waved as she shut the door behind them. 

“What do you need to know, Lucy?” Tig took a swig of his beer, sitting on top of the table. 

“Who’s worth my time in there? Really?” She gave him a look. 

Tig, despite always joking with Happy and Lucia, always respected that she was just as blunt as her brother. She never cut to the chase or wasted time; he appreciated that about her. So he and she had a unique relationship; Tig saw women as mothers or whores. Lucia was the only woman he viewed as both and wouldn’t cross the line to actually fuck her. He couldn’t say that about anyone else. “Jax and Juice. Maybe Chibs if you can get over that age gap.” 

Lucia nodded. “Who’s worth my time in bed?” 

“Jax is known as the best lay in Charming,” Tig admitted. “But he’s a bit of a whore. Got a kid on the way with his junkie ex-wife. Broken hearted over an old relationship and been jaded ever since. Juice is also a whore, but he isn’t attached and doesn’t have any baggage. He’s from New York,” he easily spilled the information. The sooner she hooked up with a brother, the sooner he could press for details of her in bed for his fantasies. “Croweaters say he’s pretty good in bed. More of a romantic.” 

“Can he get rough?” Lucia asked, an eyebrow raised. 

“Shit Lucy, why'd you say that?” Tig whined as he adjusted his half chub that suddenly appeared.

Lucia wrinkled her nose, laughing at his actions. She decided to tease him even further. “Can he pull my hair and ride me like a cowboy should? Can he punish me when I become the true brat that I am?” She teased, batting her eyes and pouting her lip at him.

“Fuck no, he can’t. Jax can. Pick Jax,” Tig swallowed back his first beer, quickly grabbing the second one that Lucia preprepared. “He’s good for a night, a short time, or you can get him to settle if you need. If you guys got shit in common and you can deal with his baggage, then that’s on you and him.” 

“Hmm, and Chibs?” Lucia tilted her head. 

Tig shook his head. “He’s got an estranged wife and daughter back in Ireland. She’s a bit younger than you. Old enough that you’d get compared as sisters. His wife is black, and their daughter is brown like you. He’s good for a night ride only.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled them back to lay down on top of the picnic table. He stared at the stars as he heard Lucia light up something. He took whatever she offered him and discovered it was a nicely rolled joint. “You always did pack the prettiest and fattest joints, Lucy,” he chuckled. “What are you looking for right now?” He asked, suddenly seriously. If he couldn’t have her, but maybe one of his brothers could, he would help both along their way. He took a large hit from the joint. 

“Either a short bit of fun or settling down. I want kids and a family. I want community. I can do that in Charming. Or I can start to build a family here. You think Jax can offer me either?” Lucia asked, grabbing the joint that Tig passed her. 

“Juice and Jax can offer you a short bit of fun. Both men are pretty good men at the end of the day. I don’t know what Juice wants for his future; think he's waiting for a good Old Lady. He's the type where he follows his Old Lady's lead and happily. He'd be good to you," Tig nodded. "I know Jax wants a family, but he hasn’t really loved anyone but his high school ex. I think you can make it work with both if you really like them,” Tig deduced. “Juice is silly, but he’s got a good head on his shoulders when it’s crunchtime. He was Jax’s prospect; his first actually. Jax wouldn’t have asked him to prospect if he thought he was that dumb. Jax or Juice can really offer you though. I’m not sure about anyone else in town, but I could always find out for you.”

“Thanks Tig,” Lucia said after a moment. 

“I’ll always watch out for you like I do for Happy,” Tig squeezed her shoulder. “You’re the closest thing to a step-daughter I got,” he fake cried. 

“Jesus!” Lucia cried as she threw herself off the picnic bench, her laughter being drowned out by the raucous music playing from the clubhouse. “C’mon, drop the intel to both of them and let’s see who’s got the biggest balls tonight?” 

Tig sat up, a wicked grin on his face. He loved pranking his brothers and this was a harmless prank. “Right now?” He raised an eyebrow. He knew if he told Jax or Juice, they would immediately jump on her so he needed to be sure what Lucia wanted.

“Nah, I want to be surprised on the approach,” Lucia told him. “Let’s have some fun, Tig. Don’t forget the girls I arranged for you,” she smiled. “Once I bag my guy, your girls will get to bag you.” 

“Oh you’re the ultimate tease, you sure you don’t want me?” Tig begged. 

Lucia shook her head. “I see you as my horny step-brother who I don’t want to fuck because you act like a dad sometimes,” she admitted. “Your ship sailed a long time ago but that just means I’m gonna try to find your ultimate happiness,” she gave him a quick hug. 

Tig was speechless. He didn’t think that Lucia viewed him as a father figure. He never thought he was a fatherlike man even though he had two daughters already. His heart stopped for a bit, his adrenaline freezing. Could he possibly redeem the damage he inflicted on his daughters with Lucia? Was it wrong to do that? Yes, but Alexander Trager, at his core, always wanted to be a better man. He just always failed. Here was a chance to—

“Tig?”

Lucia’s voice pulled the man from his rush of thoughts. He stared up at her.

Lucia gave him the rest of the joint. “Don’t think about this now. Wait until you’re sober and then think about that shit. Just have a good night tonight. You guys just came back from a run, enjoy your girls and enjoy inciting sexual chaos.” 

Tig suddenly relaxed back into his normal state of adrenaline, feeling the drugs and drunkenness slam right back into him. “God, I love Lucy!” He couldn’t help but quip.

—

Lucia and Tig’s cackles were boisterous and loud, and it captured everyone’s attention. Tig normally was an attention grabber and people gravitated towards him. 

Gemma smirked as she saw Jax and Juice both blatantly check out Lucia even as they both held on to croweaters by the waist. She patted Clay on the chest and nodded her chin towards him when she knew she had his attention. 

“Which one you put the boat on?” Clay chuckled. He knew his wife put money on a whole bunch of odds regarding Lucia’s homecoming. As President, he knew everything that went on in his club, and even in their personal lives, thanks to his meddling wife. Money was put on which Son Lucia would hook up with first; if she hooked up with no one and chose a civilian, if she ended up dating a Son. From there, even more various bets were placed on Jax, Juice, Chibs, Tig; and surprisingly Opie, Piney, Half-Sack, croweaters, hangarounds, even Gemma and Deputy Hale were on that list. Clay knew Bobby was keeping the books in order. Clay didn’t place any bets, but he didn’t discourage his wife when she asked for some extra money for a ‘donation to the school’. 

“Jax, of course,” Gemma said smugly. “I always bet on Teller/Morrow,” she bit her lip as Clay slapped her ass. “But ultimately, whatever makes her happy, and what doesn’t make Happy kill anyone. He’s too important to catch a murder charge,” she laughed. 

Clay was taken aback at Gemma’s approval of her. It was small indications, but Clay knew his wife, knew her tells especially since he and her successfully committed an affair under the club, and JT’s, backs. She liked Lucia. Gemma’s approval was hard to come by, especially when it came to beautiful young women who could be a threat. “You like her?”

“She’s got a good head on her shoulders. Blunt like Happy, but she’s not unapproachable like him,” Gemma told him. “Would I like her and Jax together in love? Of course; but Jax’s got a lot of baggage with Wendy and the kid. Lucia’s too fucking nice to deal with my whore of a son. He loves just like JT, with all of him. But he’s honorable like him too.”

“It’s what makes him a great Vice President. He can overlook his emotions to be logical,” Clay reminded Gemma. “If they choose each other, you already like her and you can meddle your way to solidify their relationship. If they don’t, you can still meddle for her with another Son or anyone else. Please,” he begged, chuckling with the joke on his tongue. “The less you meddle with Jax, the more I get my VP around.” 

Gemma slapped her husband’s chest. 

—-

“Righ’, give us the information, we’ve watched your two gals for th' night swallo' tongues enough,” Chibs, antsy to fuck someone for the night, was growing impatient. Since he knew he was in the running, and took in Lucia’s figure and her openness to bed who she wanted (and Happy’s rule of ‘don’t ask/don’t tell’), he held off from hooking up with a croweater. He was attracted to the Lowman woman and knew a night with her would be worth it. But with Tig coming in after his talk with the beauty with the grin that swallowed the canary, everyone knew that Tig knew her choices, and knew that Tig being the conniving asshole that is was, would keep it shut.

Tig chuckled, having enough of teasing his brothers. “Lucy’s got good taste; after asking her creepy uncle who’s worth her time, I made it clear it was a Son.” He grinned, watching the hangarounds grumble and grasp at some croweaters. “Can’t watch to watch Lucy’s new season,” he jested, snickering at the confused faces. “Heard Lucy’s divorcing Ricky; her new eligible bachelors include a Prince, a shady Irishman, and someone’s who’s fresh out of psychotherapy.” He got up, sleeping both of his croweaters on their asses. He was ready for his private party to begin. He was sure Lucia, Gemma, or Bobby would tell him who popped Lucia’s Charming cherry.

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2/1 A: I told my friend I would go on this stupid date/this is my problem why? with Chibs requested by @privatetruths As always 18+

You had barely stepped out of your car before Tig Trager was pouncing. His blue eyes full of mischief and lust as he looked you up and down. A playful smirk on his face as his wild black curls swayed in the breeze that had your skirt starting to billow. “I need to talk to the Scot” you stated firmly as you barely managed to keep your skirt down.

“Aww, come on Doll. I can give the cops daughter a better time” purred Tig as he batted his eyes at you making your roll your eyes before shouldering past him.

Stepping into the Teller-Morrow garage you pushed your sunglasses on top of your head as your eyes adjusted to the light.

“To what do we owe the pleasure of the local Sheriffs daughter? Daddy doesn’t have someone on the payroll for his babygirls car?” sassed Chibs, disdain dripping with each word. To say a love hate relationship had formed between you and the Sons was an understatement. The last time you had been here had ended with a raid of not only the clubhouse but all their homes. A night of fun and rebellion for you had landed them in serious hot water with your father.

“You don’t have to be a dick. It’s not my fault my dad overreacted” you snapped as you crossed your arms as you glared at him. Mentally kicking yourself for not containing your fiery temper when you were here to ask a favor.

Chibs chuckled as he wiped his hands of grease. “I think you and I have very different versions of fault and how to be accountable Lassie”.

You sighed before slumping down into a metal chair. “Look. I know ya’ll hate me. I get it. It was stupid of me to have used ya’ll in my little rebellion plan. I knew it would get a reaction but I didnt expect him to go nuclear with ya’ll. You stated looking down at your feet before looking back up at him as he leaned against the car he had been working on.

“Whats this got to do with me?” asked Chibs curiously.

“My friend is going on a date with this guy she just met. And I’m the only one in the group single now….and I told them I wasn’t cause they were teasing and shit, trying to hook me up with this loser of a guy. Ughh this is so stupid. I told them I would go on a double date as proof” you rambled out as you looked anywhere but at eh man in front of you.

“And why is this my problem?” laughed Chibs roughly as he turned back to the car again.

“Cause I told them I was dating a SON……and older man……with an accent” you replied quietly daring a glance up at him at the end. His eyes meeting yours with something in them you couldn’t quite place.

Chibs looked back to the car. Silently considering your words as he feigned interest in something on the engine. You were about to give up and leave, maybe try it out with Tig when Chibs finally spoke.

“Don’t know Lassie. I’m not a man who likes to be played with.” Stated Chibs his eyes still on the engine. “Besides I don’t need your father busting in and cutting my dick off and sending me to Stockton” he added with a shake of his head. “Yer pretty but not worth the risk Lass” he added before moving to the office.

You couldn’t help but flinch at his words. They cut terribly and hurt more than you expected. While you understood, you couldn’t help but fill challenged and you were not above begging.

“Wait!” you called as you hopped up and ran in front of him. Grabbing the front of his uniform you dropped to your knees. “I’ll do anything if you say yes” you whispered eyes on his as you started to fumble with his belt.

You almost had his boxers down before hands grabbed yours. “No need for this” stated Chibs looking over your shoulder at Tig and Gemma who stood watching. Your cheeks burned with shame as you followed his gaze. What the hell were you thinking? “I’ll do it. Just get up and have some dignity Lass” rumbled Chibs as he stepped back from you and walked out of the garage.

Three Days Later

Chibs would never admit it but he was actually having a decent time with you. Though he would love if the other couple would leave, they had done nothing but bicker the whole time. You and Chibs had exchanged secret smiles and texts about how bad a match they were. Things got worse and your friend excused herself to the bathroom as tears started to slip, you had gone after her.

When you both returned your friends date and his food were gone and Chibs looked apologetic as he looked at your friend.  Chibs had been very gentle in his explanation that her date had got his food to go and left. Wanting Chibs to pass on a message that they were done and not to contact him. Your friend had been inconsolable and Chibs had gotten all of your food packaged up and taken care of the bill as you held her. He even had one of his club brothers swing by to drive her home since the two of you had ridden on his bike.

“Wanna come in and finish dinner? I have beer in the fridge” you offered as he pulled into your driveway.

“I don’t” started Chibs before you shot him a pout.

“Please” you dragged out “I wanna make this night not as miserable for you” you begged.

“Fine. One beer and we finish dinner then I’m leaving” stated Chibs firmly as he got off his bike.

“Deal” you stated eagerly as you clapped your hands and moved to the front door making him chuckle.

"So much for just dinner and a beer" you laughed as Chibs flopped over next to you on your kitchen floor. Both of you out of breath and sweaty from the feral fucking you had just endured.

"Well had to see what else that mouth could do besides cause trouble" replied Chibs as he pulled you on top of him. His cock already hardening again as you ground against him. "Also figured I might as well go all the way with the Sheriffs daughter" he added before groaning as you slid down his length, nails tracing his tattoos.

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THE WALKING DEAD

Rick Grimes

— perfect girl

— look at me *

— again and again *

Daryl Dixon

— scared to lose you

— comfort in his arms

— stay

Negan Smith

— more than you planned

— good little pup *

Shane Walsh

— begging *

CALL OF DUTY

John Price

— welcome home *

Simon Riley

— swallow *

Soap MacTavish

— brotherly love **

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

— secrets

CRIMINAL MINDS

Aaron Hotchner

— mirror mirror *

— focused on her pleasure *

Derek Morgan

— early morning cuddles

— quick *

— silent treatment

— pick me ups *

— just right *

Spencer Reid

— future mrs. reid

— his *

— books

Luke Alvez

— heaven incarnate

— obvious

— need you *

SONS OF ANARCHY

Jax Teller

— cool downs *

— can only dream of *

— watch him have his fun *

— beg *

— gentle? *

— baby i'm yours *

— his favourite meal *

— jealous teller

— in his shirt

— mothers judgement

— protective

Chibs Telford

— longing *

— jealousy *

— needy for his touch *

— keep him pleased *

— all for him *

— one more *

— cuddles at 4

— eyes on him *

— call for cuddles

Juice Ortiz

— marked *

— like it when you're rough *

— lovers entwined *

— arched *

— shut up and kiss me already

— comfort

— for him *

— they said that?

Tig Trager

— never get tired of it *

— perfect views *

Opie Winston

— soft, sweet, sensual *

Happy Lowman

— one more time *

— missed you *

— be good for him *

— don't hold back *

— all his *

— pretty on your knees *

MARAUDERS

Sirius Black

— attracted to you too

— anything for his girl *

— eased worries *

— after show *

Remus Lupin

— little moon

— your moony *

— book bouquet

James Potter

— post game kisses

— banished

— sweet girl

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When One Day Comes

Chibs Telford x F!Teller!Reader Tig Trager & F!Teller!Reader 30 Day Fic Challenge (26/30)

Summary: An unexpected visitor turns into a trip back to Charming.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Angsty. Mentions of violence and injury.

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @kmc1989

Part 1 // Part 2

“Some guy’s here.” Thomas walked inside the house and interrupted your paperwork. 

Quickly, you looked up from the scattered mess on the dining room table and stared at Thomas. 

“You tell him that the market is on the next path on the highway, just like the sign says.” 

It was common for people to mix up your dirt path for the one up the road where the large farmer’s market was. It had prompted you and Nero to place a sign at the top of the path to communicate that but occasionally some idiot wouldn’t read and would make their way to your home on the farm. 

“I did, but he told me he was looking for you.” Thomas didn’t seem concerned, he was currently searching through the fridge for something to spoil his dinner but that was the least of your concerns. 

As you stood up, you continued to ask your nephew more questions. “Did he say anything else? Give a name? Say why he was here?” While Thomas had his back turned to you, you were casually grabbing your gun from the lockbox that you kept hidden by the back sliding door. 

“Nah, just that he was looking for you, he looks weird, curly hair, sunglasses– looked stressed.” He had a mouthful of something in his mouth as he spoke, still staring into the fridge. 

“Alright, probably just someone trying to sell us something.” That wasn’t uncommon either, you’d get a lot of sales people to come try and sell you farming equipment, get you to join their local markets, all typical for the size of land you had. But it didn’t take away from your visceral reaction to move towards protecting yourself. That was a habit that was engraved in you from your days in Charming and you’d find that just because you got out of the toxic town, the Teller ways stayed close to you regardless. 

“Oh–he didn’t have a car, looks like he walked from up the path.” The kid still was half in the conversation as he spoke but that detail was one that alerted you that maybe this wasn’t someone trying to sell something, and maybe there was something more happening here. 

Not knowing what you were walking into, you tucked the gun in your waistband and draped your shirt over it before placing your hand on the sliding door handle. “Alright, do me a favor? If you see Nero, tell him to meet me outside.” It was your backup, you didn’t want to alert the young boy and scare him, you knew he had been coming in from his daily chores which meant there wasn’t going to be much that would pry him away from his playstation for the rest of the day. 

As you cautiously walked outside, practically scaling the side of your back porch to get a look at who was there. Your hand was behind you, ready to grab the gun as a threat and if needed force but when you saw the wrinkled button down shirt that was pacing up and down the dirt driveway, your shoulders dropped. As you exhaled out and closed your eyes to shift your mind from one issue that was now nonexistent to the current one you were facing, it was loud enough to grab your visitor’s attention. 

Now, the curly haired man was looking in your direction, taking his sunglasses off to get a better look and calling out your name in a questioning manner. 

“Yea, Thomas had me convinced you were a hitman.” You were now moving down the stairs of your porch and onto the dirt driveway to meet the man. “But I guess he wasn’t too far off.” 

“Your words, they hurt me.” He faked his heart breaking as he grabbed it and made an excruciating face. 

“Tig.” You nodded as you approached him and he immediately stood straight up from his display of acting and brought you in for a hug. 

“Hey, doll.” The squeeze was tighter than you expected but you chopped it up to being years since you last saw him. “Sorry for the surprise visit,” his voice was in your ear before he pulled back and then pointed over his shoulder, “I–uh, tried to be a little discrete, parked my bike at the beginning of the driveway, but he was driving in one one of those ATV’s when I walked up. Didn’t mean to ruffle any feathers.” He referred to Thomas. 

You laughed at that and waved your hand. “Thomas is at the age where if it doesn’t have a controller he doesn’t think twice about it.” 

Tig laughed at that but you could tell that it was a nervous laugh, that he was holding something back. It was then you realized he wasn’t wearing his kutte and figured that had something to do with his visit. 

“No kutte.” You reached out and patted his chest. 

He looked down with a frown and immediately looked up. “Oh, uh, yea, left it back on my bike,” he was pointing over his shoulder again, “he–Chibs, let me know about the rule, Hap too, just in case, you know.” 

The rule. You remembered the last thing you said to Chibs the last time he was standing in pretty much the same spot as Tig was right now. 

“Don’t come back here unless the ink is blacked out and the kutte is off.” 

It wasn’t exactly the rule you gave, you didn’t say next time you come by don’t wear your kutte and leave your bike at the driveway. You told Chibs, he needed to leave the club if he wanted to see you again. But you had to appreciate that he had told his right and left hand men that they had to be respectful of your home, in case. In case. That got you thinking, what did that mean, in case? 

“What do you mean in case?” You felt your heart starting to beat faster and faster as the thoughts danced in and out of your mind. 

Tig looked visibly upset, visibly stressed, and that made you even more on edge. 

“What happened?” You knew what happened but it didn’t stop you from asking the question.

“It’s bad, doll.” Tig inhaled. “He wiped out. He’s at St. Thomas in surgery right now, second one since he got there.” 

“How’d he wipe out?” Again, you had a ballpark idea of how it happened but you needed to hear it from him. 

“He got shot, Mayan retaliation.” 

A good five seconds passed before you responded but to both you and Tig those five seconds were likely feeling like 5 minutes. 

“I’ll get a bag, follow you there.” Your brain was starting to mush together, thoughts were melting into other ones, worry and panic were sparring back and forth in your gut. 

But before either of them could continue the conversation, someone was interrupting you by calling out your name but with Aunt before it. Turning around quickly you saw your eldest nephew on the porch, no weapon in hand but his demeanor was firm, ready to jump into action at any moment. 

“Thomas told me someone was here.” He said as he stepped quickly towards you too, Tig bringing his hand up to the bridge of his nose as he turned around. 

“You alright?” He was next to you, towering over you, similarly to how your brother– his father, did. 

“I’m fine, sweetheart.” You squeezed his shoulder. “An old friend of mine is sick at the hospital and Alexander was just coming by to let me know.” It was a calculated sentence, Abel didn’t know much about Jax, it was a constant struggle of what information you wanted to share with him and what you should. It was a lot easier when he was younger, the story of how his father passed was watered down similarly to his adoptive mother’s but as he grew older, he had more questions, more curiosity. “Why don’t you come help me pack, Abel. I’m going to go visit him for a couple days and I’ll run you through the things around the farm you can take over for me.” 

“Yea, alright.” He wouldn’t take his eyes off Tig who had only waved by lifting his hand slightly at the mention of his first name earlier. 

“C’mon.” You grabbed the young boy by the shoulders and turned him around. 

As you started to grab things and toss them into a duffel bag, you tried to mask your anxiety and spiral of thoughts. 

“So Nero can take care of the feed deliveries and stuff that happens while you’re at school, I’ll call him on my way out, but I’m gonna need you to finish the inventory on the table, I’d ask Thomas but, well, I don’t trust he’ll pull himself away from that TV before the submissions are due.” You chuckled, awkwardly. “But besides that, just feed the critters, morning and night, I’ll toss in some extra allowance for you since you’re gonna have to get up earlier to make it all happen. Also, I’ll leave money for food, don’t cook, I’ve seen what you and Thomas make and I’d rather you order from some shitty fast food restaurant than risk one of your concoctions sending your organs into a fit.” It was then you were pulling your wallet out and searching for bills. “Also ask Nero for anything, I haven’t talked to him yet, but he should be around.” 

You were rambling and Abel saw through it. 

“That guy knew Dad, didn’t he?” He was staring right at you, his eyes were searching for an answer on your face. 

You moved to close the door, you didn’t want Thomas to hear, but it was also a way to break Abel’s stare on you. 

“Yes.” You were still trying to search for what you were going to say but you knew he needed the truth, or at least a morsel of it. “My brother–Jax–your father, lived a complicated life, one that he never wanted you or Thomas to experience or honestly even know about. I’m not sure he really thought through what that looked like once you got older, but nonetheless, his life was not suited for you kids.” Abel was glued to you, taking in every word hoping the next ones would offer up more than this reiteration of what he’d sort of heard before. You plopped down on the bed in front of him and sighed. Abel wasn’t ready for Jax’s full story, his mind was young and impressionable, the chance he’d leave here and go to Charming for answers and end up back in the generation’s curse was too feasible, but he could hear yours. 

“Your dad had a group of friends, always around, honestly they became like family, my mom–your grandma, lived for it, we always had dinners, always hung out, we were all close.” You explained. “There was one friend in particular, that I got, well, close with.” 

Abel laughed at that and smirked. 

“Watch it.” You smirked back at him. 

“Was Dad mad?” He was intrigued by the story, you didn’t often talk about this stuff. 

“Annoyed at first.” You thought back and smirked before correcting yourself. “Yea, he was mad. But the guy–his friend was older and so was I, so he couldn’t really say much about it, just huff and puff.” 

“Was grandma mad?” 

You laughed at that. “The opposite, grandma loved it, the idea to make the family more of a family, she had been pushing it forever. Honestly, I tried to go against it but this really had nothing to do with her, this was…different.” It started to hurt talking about it but you continued. 

“This guy, he was super close to your dad, one of his closest friends, and he was kind, funny, caring, had this accent that just melted my heart.” The smile on your face was contagious and Abel was catching it as you spoke. “He’d take me on these trips, we’d explore all these national parks,” you thought back to every ride you’d taken on the back of Chibs’ bike where you’d have picnics, get caught in the rain, went quarry swimming, the memory of Chibs swimming still making you chuckle. That slowly turned into you remembering other memories, “we went to Ireleand together too.” As those words left your mouth, you felt your stomach drop as you looked up at Abel who was none the wiser of why you really went. 

“You loved him.” Abel was smiling. 

You wanted to agree, even tell him that you still did but that was a can of worms you didn’t need Abel to open, let alone yourself so all you did was nod. 

“What happened?” 

“Remember how I said your father had a complicated life? Well so did his friend, and his friend didn’t want to leave that complicated life and I did.” It broke your heart saying it, you had thought it all these years but never spoke it outloud let alone to your nephew.  

“You left because of us. Thomas and I.” Abel put the pieces together. 

“I left for you. I’d put you before anything, always.” You were leaning over and grabbing his hands and squeezed them. 

“It was that guy that was here last year. The one with the bike.” 

All you did was nod. “He apparently got hurt and I just–” You looked at Abel and weren’t sure if you wanted to say the words, they felt more like something you needed to say out loud for you than for him. 

“Need to know if he’s okay.” He cut you off. 

Another nod escaped you but you spoke up to say something different, something that broke you. “And say goodbye if he isn’t.” A tear fell from your face and you wiped it away immediately and smiled quickly standing up to finish packing your bag. 

Before you could stuff one more item of clothing into your bag, you felt an arm around your shoulder and bring you in for a half hug. “I’ll bribe Thomas with my new controller, we’ll both pick up the farm work while you’re gone.” 

“Thanks for understanding, kiddo.” 

______

The ride was long, longer than you remembered but it made sense that you moved this far away. As you entered the town line, everything came back to you, like a wave that washed over you. One full of memory, grief, and that one feeling that ultimately always wrecked everything. Hope. 

The sounds of more motorcycles joined the one that was already behind you, you recognized some of them but not all of them. They followed you to the hospital and as you stepped out of the car, Tig was walking back up to you, a group of more MC members standing a few feet behind. Despite this being the life you grew up in, it felt strange, it felt wrong, but you pushed that all aside, or at least tried.

“Party of 15 joining us inside?” You asked looking back at the group. 

“It’s a messy time, doll. Our president was gunned down, need all the protection we can spare.” 

“Yea, when isn’t it.” You turned and began your walk into the hospital where you eventually saw Happy. He looked visibly upset, the Sgt at Arms patch on his kutte felt heavier today than other days and you knew that. “Hap.” You whispered and slouched down to see his face before he was standing up quickly and very awkwardly. 

He didn’t move to come hug you at first, but when you dropped your shoulders and tilted your head with an accompanied “c’mere” he was moving to embrace you, an act Happy reserved for rare times in his life, but this qualified as that. 

“He’s out of surgery, they said he’s in serious but stable condition.” He was now looking back between you and Tig as he spoke. 

“Is he conscious? Can I see him?” 

“Only letting one at a time back there, Quinn’s back there now.” Rat spoke up, bringing himself into the conversation as he stood from the seat next to where Happy was. 

“We’ll tell him to jump out.” Tig’s hand was on your back and giving daggers to Rat. “Go, take all the time you need.” 

You stood at the door for a minute, staring at him, all broken and helpless. You felt your fight of flight kick in as you took a step back, followed by a step forward before inevitably the freeze tactic kicked in. Suddenly you were stepping in and at his side. 

His eyes moved to take in the figure next to him and they went wide before they closed. “Quinn, could you tell those lovely nurses to either cut this morphine or give me enough to knock me the fuck out, I’m bloody hallucinatin’.” 

“Not hallucinating.” Your hand moved to lightly push his hair out of his face. “I’m really here.” 

He stared at you for a good minute before smiling. “I must be really bad if they got you to come back here.” 

“You’re fine,” you continued to stroke his hair, “Tig has a way to make everything seem more dramatic than it really is.” It was a lie but you needed him to believe he was going to get better if there was any hope for it to be true. 

“If I knew escaping death was all I needed to do to get you back here, I’d have done this ages ago.” He laughed as he tried to sit up. 

“Hey, hey, hey, hey–relax.” You gripped his arms and assisted him as he scrunched up his face and groaned. 

“You know what happened?” He asked, moving over for you to sit but you didn’t. 

“I do. Tig told me. Retaliation.” You nodded, not letting go of his head despite not wanting to cuddle in next to him. 

“He tell you I’m done?” 

Those words came from him but felt like they were caught in your throat as you tried to answer. 

“You–You’re just saying that, scares like this, they stir up two things in you guys, either the motivation for severe retaliation–the kind that that starts a war, or it shakes up the desire to want to leave, go nomad, take the back seat.” You remembered the typical club ways. 

“I’m not just a member, love. I’m the president, going nomad, taking the backseat, ain’t really a choice for guys like me.” 

“Neither is leaving if I remember correctly.” You took a deep breath. 

Chibs closed his eyes and took a breath similar to yours. “I’m old. Too old for this. I’m not made to hand off the gavel and take the other head of the table. I’m done. After this hit, I’ll be lucky if I can ride again, they’ll offer me a spot out of courtesy but that’s not me.” 

“And what will you do with all this free time you’ll inevitably have?” 

“I have a friend, real looker this friend of mine, pretty as ever, owns a farm a few hours out from here, I’d probably see if she could use the extra farm hands, might take some convincing, but I’m hoping she’ll come ‘round.” 

There it was. That hope that Charming was always serving up. You had been here less than an hour and it was already happening, it wasted no time. 

“Focus on getting better, you can think about your next act when the bruises fade and the bullet hole is just a scar.” You plopped down next to him, your way of softening the blow of not giving him an answer of coming to the farm. You wrapped your arm around his and leaned your head on his shoulder, lightly as to not cause him more pain, but you had a funny feeling that he wouldn’t have told you if he was in pain from it, it was something both of you wanted, to absorb every second of this moment because the next ones were still so unsure. 

______

You sat on the back porch swing, coffee cup in your hand, birds chirping as the sun began to rise across the fields. You stared at the dirt path driveway, like you were waiting for someone to arrive but immediately your thoughts were interrupted by the complaints and arguments of two young boys. 

As your head twisted to look at them, you saw them bickering and slightly pushing each other before they stopped as they got in front of you. 

“See you tonight.” Thomas bent down and placed a kiss on your cheek before he got a head start down the porch. Abel was looking down at you and tilted his head. 

“You alright?” The concern was littered all over his face. 

“I’m fine. You have your keys?” You knew he did, Thomas was normally the forgetful one being the younger more daydreaming brother. 

“Yes, I’ll be home at 4 today, I’m picking up a part for my dirt bike downtown.” He dangled his keys. 

“Sounds good, drive safe.” 

He was leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek similarly to Thomas before he began walking away. But after taking one step, he paused and looked down at you before he followed his brother. “You happy?” 

Big question for two little words. 

“I am, kid.” You smiled and Abel accepted that and nodded before jogging after Thomas. 

You watched them pile into the used car that used to be yours that you gave Abel when he got his license. As the dirt kicked up on the driveway, you still stared down the lengthy path long after they left, only to be interrupted as the accented voice brought you back to the porch. 

“Lost in thought, love?” Chibs was shirtless, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he stood at the deck stairs. 

You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face as you stared at him. He must’ve gotten up early to take care of the animals, he had dirt on him too which meant he probably did some work in the crop fields or the greenhouse. 

“Just waiting for the day someone comes down that driveway and steals you away from me.” 

“Not happening.” He was walking up to you and leaned down to press a deep kiss to your lips, one that you always melted into fear it’d be your last. “I told you 3 months ago, I tied up all the loose ends, no one knows I’m here. But if you’re not comfortable, you say the word and I’m out of here.” The words were spoken so close to your lips. 

You brought him down for another kiss. “I’m worried about losing you, not pushing you away. Just, hard to believe that dream you were sellin’ over a year ago was in stock is all.” You pecked his lips again. “Plus I like not having 5AM livestock duty anymore.” A laugh escaped you as one left his mouth as well. 

He was standing up now and shaking his head before he realized the porch light was disconnected. His hand reached up to grab the bulb and screw it in tighter. Your eyes stared at the black ink that was spread across his back. It was healing nicely. Maybe that was a sign that you could block out the past and move forward from it, or maybe it was all wishful thinking.

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hi lovely! could i please request 16 from the smut list with tig? if not, i totally understand. thanks in advance, and remember to drink your water.💜

˚୨୧⋆｡ — title; perfect views (tig trager x fem!reader)

˚୨୧⋆｡ — prompt/s; "Such a good little pup, aren't you?" — from "𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩…" 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨 

˚୨୧⋆｡ — warnings; established relationship, smut—oral (m recieving), minors do not interact!!!, cum eating/swallowing, face fucking kinda, possible shitty ending (367 words)

˚୨୧⋆｡ — a/n; lowkey i think his dick is super pretty, like i cannot explain it 

— thank you for celebrating with me || submissions are now closed!!

your head bobbed along his cock, groans falling from his lips as he watched you. the warmth of your mouth around him made his cock throb, the head of him leaking with his arousal while the coil began winding in his belly. 

his hips rolled up in search of more of your mouth, causing you to gag slightly. 

he groaned at the sound, watching you from half lidded eyes as you continued to bob your head. 

Tigs skin flushed as heat licked up his neck, his hips bucking again as you worked him closer to his climax. 

“such a good little pup, aren't you?"

he drawled, voice thick with lust as his hands lay on the back of your head. slowly, he started to move your head along his cock at his pace. 

his force made you gag again, drool spilling from the corners of your lips before another groan fell from his lips. 

your mouth around him sent him hurdling towards his climax, his cock throbbing in your mouth as he grunted. 

“shit ‘m close sweetheart”

you hummed around his cock, which made him groan again. 

his head tipped back slightly, his hands pulling you down a couple more times before the coil in his belly snapped. 

he toppled over the edge with a cry of your name, spilling himself into your mouth and down your throat. 

you stayed around his cock for a minute, pulling back as you kept your eyes locked with his before another groan fell from his lips. 

his eyes fell to your glossy lips, the trail of your spit and his cum connecting your lips to the head of his cock. 

“shit that is a good sight”

he grumbled, watching you in awe as you swallowed down his cum. a satisfied smirk on his face while you smiled up at him. 

if there was one thing Tig loved seeing, it was you on your knees sucking his dick. the sight something that had long been engraved in his head, and something he vowed to never let leave his memories for the rest of his days. 

though, you would always remake the memory for him. no questions asked. 

“my pretty fuckin’ girl”

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